Professor Riddle

The Aftermath Of My Fuckup

(Y/n's pov)

So how am I supposed to recover from this?

I kissed Tom.

My professor. One of my childhood friends. One of my closest friend's brother. My best friend's crush.

And I a mere nobody kissed him.

Well, not a nobody but I'm definitely not that relevant. 

And I've agreed to go back there and meet him tomorrow!

That was before I knew I was going to so badly fuckup.

In what world did I think kissing him was a good idea?

Oh Merlin.

How am I meant to face him again?

How am I meant to face Mattheo?

Why can I never do anything right?

Leading with my heart not my mind.

And now I have to try and recover.

How?

I've ruined everything.

*****

(Tom's pov)

My day has been amazing. 

No day will ever get better than this.

I can't even think of a day where that would be possible.

Y/n kissed me.

For the first time.

The only downside was she ran away straight after. 

I wanted her to stay. Wanted to hold her in my arms. Want to kiss her again and again. I want her to kiss me until my lips fall off. I'll never want to forget the feeling of her lips on mine. 

Tomorrow I can do it all over again.

But she seemed embarrassed. Will she even show up now?

She better or I'll be going to find her myself.

That's a promise.

*****

(Y/n's pov)

The Next Day

That night I had dreamed of Tom.

The way his lips felt on mine. The way his hand had moved to rest on the small of my back just for a split second. How good it felt to be around him. 

God the feeling was intoxicating.

I needed more.

But I embarrassed myself. How could I show my face near him when I don't even know if he felt the same way I do about the kiss. He could of hated it.

However, there is one small thought in the back of my mind. That's the thought that is keeping up my hope. That one thought. 'He would of stopped it if he didn't like it.' It's the truth. He would of. Yet he didn't. He had his hands on me. 

That's now the thought winning.

Making me gain confidence to go back and see him.

The only train of doubt is the one that is the way wanting me to face Mattheo.

I can deal with that later right?

It's not a major problem.

There's nothing even between us yet. If there was, then I would be more tempting to go and tell Mattheo.

But I don't want my happiness ruined.

Not when this could be.

I want this more than anything.

So I get ready into a simple black knee-length dress with a thigh slit. It is normally my go to party dress but it is also good to make an impression with people.

A different kind of impression.

One that might just get me another kiss.

Now, that I am ready.

I leave the common room and head straight for Tom's office.