A/N: Note that this is the Riddle-era Avery, Avery senior.
His Alluring Darkness
There isn't a single student in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who wouldn't do just about anything to get Tom Riddle's attention. Especially here in the Slytherin house, where everyone thinks they are close to him, that they mean as much to him as he means to them. Because whenever he's around one gets this strange feeling that he knows them inside out. Were it anyone else I would probably think the feeling was uncomfortable, but in his case it's more like it's highly flattering, almost like an honour.
I wouldn't dream of thinking I know Tom Riddle. At least that's what I thought until I shocked my housemates by waking up from an exceptionally wet dream screaming his name.
I've always considered myself above all those girls attempting to attract him ending up heartbroken and those boys desperately fishing for bits of his attention just to feel a little more special and liked, but now he's somehow managed to lure me into his webs and made me lose my face. It's as if he noticed there was someone who didn't worship the ground below his feet and intentionally made me dream about him in that way. To punish me for not sucking up to him. I want to blame him so bad for ruining my reputation, for taking away my decency. But something's holding me back: a feeling of terrifying inferiority.
A part of me that's most likely my mind would like nothing to do with him but the rest, being my body, is filled with agonizing lust for him. At night, when I touch myself the only thing in my mind is Tom Riddle's extremely intensive yet somehow indifferent glare. Even as I come harder than ever before and my body is tingling with pitch-dark pleasure, I feel furious. It's his fault I have become abnormal and completely obsessed about him. I'm perfectly aware that this is all happening in my head but it's beginning to eerily feel like I'm not the only one in there anymore.
It's like Tom Riddle knows every single thing there is to know about me, my most private feelings and secrets, and I don't know the simplest thing about him. Though I doubt there's anything "simple" to him. I can't really put my finger on it, but he's nothing like anyone I've ever known, that's for sure. And my thirst for him is unquenchable. He's edged his way inside me and I can't see him coming out of there any time soon, if ever.
I'll never get my housemates' respect back, not on my own. But if I even consider approaching him I get this awful feeling he'll crush me just like all those girls, if not worse. He's made my life infernal to the point when it's almost unbearable. I'm filled with unspeakable fear of him eventually becoming my life.
I can't fight the feeling I've been fully consumed by his dark perfection.
A/N: Just some promiscuous thoughts mixed with a little Legilimency... and this, my friends, is how you create a Death Eater.