Disclaimer: Messrs Potter & Riddle are the intellectual property of JK Rowling. Later on, I intend to sell Riddle's diary; proceeds will be used to purchase at least the aforementioned characters.
You shouldn't smile like that, professor. No. No, not just in that way. You shouldn't smile in any way. You shouldn't smile at all.
Why?, you may ask.
Because I say so.
I can just imagine you repeating yourself, an eyebrow raised, amusement tugging on your lips. Why?
Because it makes me think of things... like the stillness of the world against the pounding in my chest and the headrush I feel when—No. Just no; I can't stand it.
And what, pray tell, is it that you cannot stand? I know you'll prod. I can just see you now: head tilted to one side, eyebrow back in its original place, in perfect symmetry with its brother. You've lost your amusement. There is a blankness on your face, but your eyes are lit with something else...
Just. Please. Don't smile, professor.
Because a smile on your lips reminds me of the fingernail cuts on your hips, and I want to see you between my sheets again, with my hand between your thighs and your taste on my lips.
So please don't smile, professor. Just don't.
At least, not until tonight. Please.