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Yas_191
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In the stillness of the night, Y/N found herself standing outside Tom Riddle's dormitory. The moonlight bathed the stone corridors of Hogwarts in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long, dancing shadows that made the ancient school seem even more mysterious. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and raised her hand to knock gently on the door.

Inside the dormitory, Tom Riddle was lost in the world of dreams, his mind far away from the reality of the waking world. The soft, almost hesitant knock on his door stirred him from his slumber. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, a frown creasing his forehead. Visitors at this late hour were rare, and he wasn't expecting anyone. Intrigued and slightly wary, he rose from his bed and padded softly to the door, opening it to reveal Y/N standing in the dimly lit hallway.

Surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by a look of concern as he took in her appearance. "Y/N," he greeted, his voice husky from sleep. "What brings you here at this hour?" Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight, a vulnerability in them that tugged at his heart. "I had a nightmare," she confessed her voice barely above a whisper.

 The confession hung in the air between them, a testament to her trust in him. Tom's heart clenched at her words, and he stepped aside, inviting her into the sanctuary of his dormitory.

He led her to his bed, the moonlight streaming in through the window casting a soft glow on the sheets. He sat down, pulling her gently to sit beside him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close. Y/N nestled into his side, her head resting on his chest. His heartbeat, steady and reassuring, was a comforting rhythm in the silence of the room.

As they cuddled, Y/N's fears from her nightmare began to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Tom's presence. His fingers traced soothing patterns on her back, his soft whispers filling the room as he told her stories to distract her from her fears. That night, they found solace in each other's arms, their bond deepening under the watchful gaze of the moon. As sleep claimed them, they remained entwined, a beacon of comfort and safety in the darkness.

Tom held Y/N close, his heart aching at her distress. He had always been a solitary figure, his heart guarded and his emotions kept in check. But Y/N had managed to break through his defenses, her kindness and warmth drawing him in like a moth to a flame. She was the only one he had ever loved, the only one who had ever seen past his cold exterior to the person underneath.

As he held her, he realized just how much he wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from the nightmares that haunted her. He would do anything for her, he realized, his love for her a fierce, burning flame in his heart. He tightened his hold on her, his fingers gently brushing through her hair as he whispered soothing words into her ear.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm here for you. You're safe with me." His words, sincere and heartfelt, filled the room, wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. In that moment, she saw the depth of his feelings for her, the love and protectiveness that shone in his eyes. She smiled, her heart swelling with love for him.

That night, they fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating in sync.