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“Tom!”

“What is it?”

“Stop!”

Tom’s eyes glazed over with a frown, as he once again pulled his precious [M/N] close to him. They were in the Room of Requirement as they cuddled close to one another on a fluffy, comfortable chair. Warmth breezed over and through them as the fireplace stayed awake with them. Tom’s hands slid down [M/N]’s arms as [M/N] sat in between Tom’s legs, trying to study.

A single book laid on [M/N]’s lap, as he yawned into his hand out of exhaustion, and all in once, his book dropped to the floor. Groaning, [M/N] leaned to pick it up, only to be met with strong arms around his waist.

“Tom…”

A low growl next to his ear made [M/N] roll his eyes, “No – I need to study. Your grades are top of the class; I still have a long way to go – Tom! Oh for Merlin’s sake.” Tom hummed, his lips now pressed to [M/N]’s neck, as [M/N] now sat firmly on Tom’s lap, facing him, chest to chest. “Tom.” Said boy nuzzled into [M/N]’s neck, his lips almost purring. “Be quiet and enjoy the moment, [M/N].”

“You being a possessive little asshole isn't much of my kind of romantic.”

Tom smirked, as the chair transformed into a couch, “What the – Tom! Oh for the love of – ” [M/N] was silenced as Tom pushed him down onto the couch, Tom’s head tilting to the side as [M/N] blushed at his beautiful – annoyingly beautiful face. Tom’s head leant down as his lips met [M/N]’s in a chaste kiss, [M/N]’s arms wrapping around Tom’s neck as he played with the tiny curls in his hair. [M/N] paused, leaning away from his black-haired boyfriend, “Tom – I need to study – ” Tom kissed him, slow and timid – two things Tom Riddle surely was not.

“Tom…” [M/N] whined at him, “I have to study! I can’t leave school if I don’t have an O in at least seven of my subjects, you know.” Tom’s hues glanced at his own [E/C] ones for a solid thirty seconds, with that look that more or less made [M/N]’s insides turn into complete and utter mush.

“Oh for Godric’s sake. Come here and kiss me, you big baby.”

* * *

The next day, Tom had to be on prefect duty – which basically meant being a literal hall monitor at night. The dead of night – it wasn’t like [M/N] was scared – just concerned. For Tom, that is. Weird, considering Tom’s strange love for dark arts, huh?

[M/N] yawned as he trudged out of [H/N]’s common room, walking through the halls of Hogwarts, along with his wand, he squinted, “Lumos,” he muttered – humming quietly as one of the awake paintings nodded at him as he smiled small to them.

[M/N] was about to round the corner as he spotted the Hufflepuff prefect, and non-verbally performed ‘Nox’. He was about to turn around and make a leg for it – until a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him into a closet that was one of the hidden ones – it was mainly used as a secret passageway. Or hideaway, even.

He was met face to face with the one and only Tom Riddle – who frowned at the sight of him. It was surprisingly cramped in the closet, with [M/N] pressed against the wall by Tom, who spoke softly, “It’s past curfew.” [M/N] brought his arms around Tom’s torso, “I was worried.”

“About me?” The Slytherin prefect smirked, [M/N] blushed, thankful it was dark, “About you. Yes.” [M/N] nuzzled his head into the crook of Tom’s neck. “Mm, I should give you detention, [M/N].”

“Aw, what – you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t?”

“I know you won’t.”

“And why won’t I?”

“Because then I won’t even bother kissing you until you agree to not give me detention.”

“Bribing me, are you? How brave.” Tom’s voice became husky then, as his voice was barely a whisper – it made [M/N] shudder. [M/N]’s arms were around Tom’s neck as Tom once again made sure [M/N] was pressed against the wall, Tom leaning his head to meet [M/N]’s lips.

Tom grinned at him deviously, “I agree not to give you detention, if you promise to be mine.”

[M/N] nipped at Tom’s lips – which made the prefect smirk at him, “I promise,” Tom simply licked across [M/N]’s lips, as his tongue made its way into [M/N]’s mouth all too easy, [M/N] not even being able to have the chance of fighting back because Tom was going to make sure to embarrass [M/N] – knowing how to completely mess up both their nights. Somewhere along the line, [M/N]’s hand combed through Tom’s hair, as whimpers and moans erupted from the both of them –

Detention was the least of their worries.