𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𖥻 Teacher's Pet – Tom Riddle x Fem o.c

"Do you understand this?" I whispered, asking Pansy.

"What am I supposed to understand? This is like Chinese to me."

I leaned my elbows on the desk and covered my face with my hands.

We were in the middle of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, a few days since the professor arrived, and now we were doing some theoretical exercises.

The professor was sitting at his desk, watching the students work in silence. When he heard me speak, he turned his gaze toward me.

"Do you need help?" he asked, making me lift my head.

"If it's not too much trouble..."

"That's what I'm here for," he said, getting up and approaching me.

He started explaining, but I couldn't help but feel nervous with him so close.

Pansy took the opportunity to stare at him like a silly enamored girl.

"Have I cleared up your doubts?" he asked, composing himself.

"Yes, thank you very much."

Riddle nodded and sat back down.

"Can you explain it to me? I didn't get anything," Pansy asked.

"Cormac is an idiot," I heard Daphne say.

"Why?" I turned to look at her intrigued.

"He asked me to lift my skirt," she said, frowning with her arms crossed over her chest.

I shook my head disapprovingly. Cormac had harassed her, Pansy, and any girl, myself included, multiple times, saying repulsive things.

"We should complain," Pansy suggested, leaning against the wall.

"They won't do anything," I replied.

And it was true; we had complained about Cormac several times to McGonagall, and she had never done anything significant, at most assigning him detention one afternoon.

"It's unfair; he always gets away with it," Astoria said this time.

I shrugged.

"What time is it?" I asked, looking at them all.

"It's five, why?"

"I have to take these papers to Professor Riddle," I said, pointing to some papers in my hand.

"What are these?" Daphne asked, taking them from my hands to look them over.

"They're exercises he sent me to do since I was having difficulties lately," I replied, grabbing the papers again.

"This is so unfair!" Pansy laughed. "He tutors you, but not me?"

"They're not tutoring, just extra work he assigned."

"Doesn't matter, it's an excuse to see him."

"You're obsessed," I smiled. "See you later," I said, then started walking in the opposite direction.

I stopped at the door of Professor Riddle's office, took a breath, and knocked on the door, hearing a soft 'come in' from inside.

I entered the office and closed the door behind me.

"I was expecting you," Riddle said, setting the quill in the inkwell.

"Here's what you assigned me." I approached his desk and handed him the papers.

He took them and glanced at them.

"Very well, Miss Morgan." He looked up again to meet my eyes.

I smiled with satisfaction and intertwined my fingers.

He rested his arms on the desk.

"Lately, I've heard that you're having problems with McLaggen."

"Yes, sir. He keeps saying disgusting things to us."

"What kind of things?"

"Sexual things, sir."

Riddle's expression tensed, furrowing his brow and leaning back in his seat.

"That's a very serious lack of respect. Why haven't you reported it before?" He ran his hand over his chin, looking away.

"We did, but he only got a day of punishment."

Riddle furrowed his brow again and looked at me.

"Don't worry about it anymore, okay? I'll take care of it."

I nodded with a slight smile on my face.

"Come by my class tomorrow; I'll give you the corrected exercises."

I nodded again and took a step back.

"Have a good day," I said and turned around to leave the office.