Tom Riddle

He creeped behind you for a long time now. You had been walking around the castle late at night, unable to sleep, but you didn't know about the two eyes that didn't love an inch from you. It was as if he was hunting you down, waiting for the perfect moment to attack, and just before you could react or even realize what had happened, he had already caught your arm roughly and was heading towards the bathrooms of the prefects. You couldn't say anything, you were already pinned against the cold wall of the bathroom and your throat was gripped tightly. He looked down on you, his eyes peering into yours and his hot breath hitting your face. "You can't run from me, don't you know that, darling?"