Sweetheart || Tom riddle · Y/n story by @greadzzz

The Hogwarts Express had never felt so cramped. Steam hissed against the windows, fogging the glass as the train rattled along the tracks, carrying its cargo of young witches and wizards toward their sixth year at Hogwarts.

Student from corridor

Move it, you git!

A muffled thud. Someone had been shoved against the compartment door. Through the glass, she could make out a flash of dark hair, a pale face, and a pair of eyes that seemed to catch the light—and then they were gone, carried along by the crowd.

Tom Riddle

stepping inside, as if he had every right to be there The other compartments are full.

He closed the door behind him without asking. His robes were immaculate, his tie perfectly knotted. His gaze swept over her, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

Tom Riddle

settling into the seat across from her I don't mind the company.