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by Passo Harry x Tom / Harry x Voldemort These drabbles are arranged in chronological writing order. They are not related to each other (unless specified) and have their own separate little plots with different ratings and genres. Most, if not all, are unbeta-ed. Also, most were written for HxT lightening's drabble challenges. Here are quick links if you're looking for a specific drabble: (in alphabetical order)
Harry x Voldemort, R, Humor ~*~*~ �I�m bored. Let�s have sex.� His mouth hanging open with shock, Harry Potter stared at Tom Riddle who was standing by his bed and impatiently tapping one foot on the floor. He was looking at Harry with a strange, feral expression that made the young wizard�s toes burn under the covers. �I�m not asking you again.� �Well, excuuuuse me� but I�m a little shocked here.� �Why? It�s not like it�s gonna be the first time for us.� �Sneaking around the Forbidden Forest during planned dates is a little different from this.� �So what? I�m here now. Let�s get it on.� �You mean to tell me that you traveled all the way here to Hogwarts, risked being seen, killed, or maimed by any of the numerous Aurors out looking for you, risked being discovered and cursed by none other than Albus Dumbledore, and woke me up at three am in the morning at a school day just to ask me to have sex with you?� �Yes. I want to have sex. With You. Right now.� �But that�s � that�s so�� �Incredibly sexy?� �Actually, I was thinking more in the lines of atrocious.� �So, how do you want it?� Grinning maliciously, Tom moved to sit beside Harry and ran his hand over the covers, grabbing parts that made Harry gasp with pleasure. �Top or bottom?� �It�s� it�s rather public.� Harry turned his head towards the beds of his roommates, who were mercifully asleep. Tom waved his hand elegantly. �Don�t worry. I took care of it before you woke up. They�re magically charmed. So is this room. We won�t be heard.� �Well in that case�� Harry grinned evilly, raising his brows. �Get in here!� He yanked Tom onto the bed, causing the older man to emit a small shriek. Sure enough, they stayed awake the whole night. Sometimes, a little sexy begging does work. (fin) Harry x Tom, R, Humor ~*~*~ �Harry?� �Yes?� �Some people say I look a lot like you.� �Really? Who did?� �Well, some fanfic writers for instance. And readers, too.� �Oh, I see. Then I guess we do look alike.� �Hmmm� I guess.� �So, does it bother you, Tom?� �Not really. But sometimes it does.� �Why? Am I too ugly for comfort?� �Oh no, Harry! Quite the opposite. It just makes me think that maybe were blood-related. You know, our genealogical lines might be connected somehow. You could be my cousin!� �Maybe. Anything�s possible. It�s a small world.� �It doesn�t disturb you?� �No. Why should I be disturbed?� �Harry, you are currently fucking my brains out at the moment. We�re both so out of it I could barely talk. If we�re cousins�� �Tom?� �Huh?� �Incest is in. Now shut up and take what�s coming to you!� �Fuck! There!� �Ooohhh� Tommy�s feeling quite ticklish.� �Shut up, Harry, and get on with it. Dammit! Do you have to torture me this way?� �Torture? I think not. You always have this beatific smile on your face afterwards.� �Well, sweetcheeks, then we must be related because the last time I checked you were the one with�AHH! NOT SO FAST! Oh dear sweet Jesus!!!� �(Giggle)� ��� �Tom?� ��� �Are you okay?� �Harry, was that actually legal?� (fin) Harry x Voldemort, R, Drama/Romance ~*~*~ He stared at him as he lay on his bed, sleeping. His black hair, streaked with gray, contrasted with the white of the sheets, tickling his bare skin. His Lord, his lover, his protector. The eyelashes fluttered softly, then opened. �You�re awake,� Lord Voldemort whispered. �How long have you been watching me?� �Apparently, not long enough. Just a minute.� A slow smile curved up Harry�s lips. �You always know when I�m watching.� �I have to be aware to stay alive.� The smile disappeared. �I don�t like it when you speak that way. I always feel like you�re leaving me.� Voldemort raised his arm and touched Harry�s face. He let his finger run across the surface of his smooth, young skin�flushed with sleep and� �Do you love me Harry?� The crimson eyes deepened as he asked. �You know I do.� He lay against his chest softly. �You must feel it.� �I do. It�s just that, sometimes, I forget about the world outside. It�s always a shock when I have to remember.� He caressed Harry�s back. �I don�t want them to destroy what we have.� �They won�t. It will be over soon.� Harry raised his head and smiled. �My Lord�� �I said you could call me Tom.� �Tom� I love your eyes.� He grinned and nuzzled his cheek. �Was that all you were going to say? You�re getting cheesier everyday.� �Well, originally, I was going to remind you how your collusion with Professor Dumbledore helped us meet more often. But I got distracted.� �Hmmm� You exaggerate. Besides, that meeting was your idea.� His eyelids lowered sleepily, but his lips twitched just a little, and Harry sensed, rather than saw, the smile he tried to hide. �Good night, Tom.� The green eyes shut, black in the darkness. �I love you, Harry.�
(fin) Harry x Voldemort, hard R, Humor HxT Challenge #33: "We all know that Harry is linked to Voldemort by his scar. Did we know that it is a two-way link? How does Voldemort/Tom react to Harry's ongoing puberty/hormonal rushes/experimentation?" ~*~*~ Part I ~*~*~ My nights are hellish. I toss and turn, I don�t seem to be able to shut my eyes and get a single minute�s rest. The most horrifying part is that I seem to leave my sanity behind the very moment I climb onto my bed and slide beneath the sheets. Then I am not myself anymore. My usually dull and almost dead emotions and abilities to feel suddenly become intense like they have just been resurrected again. I can feel the soft sheets surrounding my skinny body and the cool night air filling my private chambers like a living breath that comes only for me to wake and tempt me to do...things. And things I do. Without exactly knowing why, I have to touch myself, at first with slight and hesitating brushes against my thighs, but then I become more daring and start to bring myself over the edge with nothing more than my own bony hands and my sharp and hasty exhalations, caused by a few rough strokes and the sweat on my skin that cools off far too soon in the soft swirls of the dark night�s air. My release comes quick and hard and so intense that it sends sparks behind my eyeballs and right into my brain. Every time, I have to muffle my moans and cries with a piece of my sheet when orgasm strikes me. (We don�t want to wake precious Nagini...or Lucius.) Then the cool night breeze leaves me again, like a stranger who had just come to visit, observe and then, satisfied, moves on without looking back. I am left with nothing but my own thoughts, exhausted, and not able to keep myself from wishing for the breeze to return and reawaken those strange, but incredible sensations in me. Damn that one "Avada Kedavra" for turning into a binding spell. Damn Potter and his sixteen-year-old rushing hormones.
- TBC (?)
~*~*~ Part II ~*~*~ These were his favorite nights: when the skies were bright and he could leave the windows open without fear. After all, what was left to fear? He knew things were no longer as simple as they seemed. Harry shifted on his bed. The sheets moved sinuously over his naked skin, like silk, making it worse. He sighed, feeling it dance with his body. This was a night made for sins, for holding nothing back. He reached down, feeling it tighten. He moaned, sighing softly as his hands moved over his length. His muscles contracted at the delicious rush that swept over him. And suddenly, at that instant, he no longer cared if others were present. The scar burned white hot with each gasp as he stroked. Harder. Faster. His mouth was slack, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm. His legs kicked wildly at the blanket, pushing it to the floor, revealing his body to the breeze. That cold, lusty, unforgiving breeze. The pain consumed him. But never had pain been this delicious, this rewarding. He hungered for it, wanted it, and craved it with no remorse. He bared his teeth as he felt himself buck wildly, his seed spilling all over the traitorous sheets, searing his skin. Like his scar. And as his last gasp fogged the air, he heard someone whisper his name. A voice farther than he desired, yet near enough to touch. Harry lifted his wet fingers to his forehead, tracing the grooves that marked him for life. Would they ever stop wishing? He was in agony. But the night was empty of answers, like his soul. So he lay there, letting the arcane breeze consume his being.
-fin (?)- Harry x Tom, PG, AU ~*~*~ The sound of splashing water made him turn. Harry slowly turned his head, careful not to make any noise. The familiar sounds of the night surrounded his silence. The owls, the crickets, the gentle rustling of leaves� Where did the water come from? He stepped forward, his sensitive ears following the faint sound. It tinkled eerily, like music, almost fading into the background. A pond? A creek? There was no body of water here in the forest, and he knew every inch of it! Or he thought he did. His hand tightened on the bow, the arrow quivering with tension as he tiptoed towards a dense grove of trees and plants, crushing the thick grass beneath his feet. He glared at the leaves before him. They were wide and dark, mocking him with their promised secrets within. Impatiently, he reached out and bent the nearest anahaw to see what lay behind. He stared, dumbstruck, as he beheld a sight he thought he would never see in all his life: A God. A real God. A God revealed in all his glorious beauty. He was walking towards the middle of a shimmering pool, the moonlight enhancing the radiance around his ethereal body. He bathed in its glow�physical, yet dreamlike. The mere vision of him teased the senses, awakening a strange, gripping longing in the beholder. His head was bent as he surveyed the surface of the water, watching his form on his sacred mirror that was the lake. He walked slowly, gracefully�each step he took was poetry. And it hurt. It hurt to gaze at such splendor. Harry stood, transfixed. He had forgotten what he was here for, or who he had been for all his life. Remembering was not an option, for everything but the God was trivial to him now. He wanted to move, run to his side, and worship the God with all he had to offer. Yet he couldn�t! For his mortality had struck a feeling of unworthiness and despair. And he knew that he would not shift, for he had been snared� for eternity. His hand relaxed, dropping to his side. The arrow fell, creating a soft noise, barely more than a whisper. But it was enough. The God looked up, startled, blazing eyes meeting the human�s. Harry moaned. He stretched his hand desolately, bending his body, his form silently entreating the God for acceptance. At that moment, his desire consumed him. He wanted to speak, to shout his name� and maybe even his love. His lips parted to utter his prayer. But he couldn�t speak. He stood stiff and upright, his arms outstretched, forever wanting. His pleas had become a silent prose as flowers bloomed from his hands, his feet rooting him to the ground. The God was merciful, for he would have his wish. He would watch. A companion to the God. For all time. (fin) Harry x Voldemort, PG, Romance/Humor ~*~*~ They were hammering on his head. Disoriented, Harry woke up, blinking his eyes in the darkness. The banging continued. Someone was knocking, or rather, trying to beat down his door with their incessant thumping. It was a miracle that his roommates were still asleep. Pulling his tired body from the bed, he stumbled to the door, blindly groping for the knob. He turned it and opened the door, only to reveal a soaking wet Lord Voldemort. The same Voldemort he had fought with earlier. The man who walked out on him this morning, telling him to forget everything. Everything they had ever shared. �Wha�� Harry rubbed his eyes. He felt confused. Was this a good sign or not? �What are you doing here?� Voldemort looked back sadly. �I�m sorry.� He pushed the door open wider, entered the room, and closed it behind him. �You came all the way here, walked in the rain, and risked being seen by everyone in Hogwarts just to tell me that?� He grinned, his red eyes crinkling in the corners. �You�re worth it.� He touched Harry�s shoulder, tracing his collarbone with one long, slender finger. �I meant what I said.� Harry shivered. His touch was cold, reminding him of the hurt he had borne under the man. �I know.� He sighed. �I�m sorry I was so insistent. If you want to leave things the way they are, then it�s okay. I understand. I don�t want to force you to do anything you don�t want to.� Voldemort shook his head. He chuckled, sweeping a thumb over Harry�s cheek. He gently cupped his chin with one hand and leaned closer. �That�s what I�m sorry about. I don�t want things the way they are.� Harry gasped. His eyes widened. �You mean�� He couldn�t even say it. He was too afraid that he might be wrong. The red eyes gleamed. �Will you marry me, Harry?� He really didn�t know what to say. He just stood there, his mouth open, staring at the man who broke his hear just hours ago. They looked at each other for an interminable minute, the silence stretching between them. Finally, Voldemort sighed. His head dipped, and he let go of Harry. �I shouldn�t have said that.� �Yes.� �What?� He looked up, startled. �Yes.� The green eyes glittered. Harry grinned, flinging his arms around the Dark Lord. His Dark Lord. �Yes! Yes! Yes!� They laughed. Hugging. Kissing. Crying. Happiness never could have been more complete. Amidst the celebration, a head popped from under the blankets. �As much as I�d love to see you two snog, get married, and have twenty kids� I�m afraid that I�ll have to ask you to do it tomorrow when I�m more awake. It�s freaking two o�clock in the morning!� Voldemort let go of Harry�s lips to breathe out a reply. �Whoops! Sorry, Ron.� (fin) Voldemort x Harry, Pre-slash, PG, Dark fic ~*~*~ It was hot. Too hot. The robes I wore felt constricting. The hugged too close to my skin, pinning my movement. But I waited. Suddenly, I couldn�t breathe. Gasping, I tore it off my body, frantically trying to break free. I stood there after, naked� the remnants of my ruined clothing strewn around my feet. Shaking slightly, I touched the glass. My hands marked the mirror with my sweat. I stared at my reflection, seeing the broken remains of what used to be human. I laughed, mocking myself for what I thought I had desired then� And what I now loath, for I abhor myself with all my being. Power can only take one so far when one has lost all hope. It was this revulsion � this hatred � which pushed me to do what I had done, and led me to where I was now: alone, and in pain, in a place where no one could touch me. But it was too late to turn back. The shards of the vial that housed the potion were now buried beneath the robes. I would have to face what I had started. Then I felt it: the crawling heat that signaled the beginning of my metamorphosis. I ran my hands through my hair, luxuriating in the traveling ache, feeling it stroke my blood with its lovely poison. Oh, yes! The things a man could do with himself. I fell, my body succumbing to the intensity. I could no longer think� and I could no longer feel. My body was merely a tool � a moist doll on the floor as I ran my hands over my wet thighs, the skin prickling beneath my fingers. Forever. Time must have stood still. For forever to me is nothing, and eternity fueled no lust. I stretched my arm, gripping the mirror�s frame with my weak fingers. I dragged myself to the edge, wanting to see, to make sure. And, as I looked into those deep green eyes, I laughed once more. It rang, across my haven � perhaps even reaching those I wasn�t meant to touch. It was time to move. Like I said, power can only take one so far.
(fin) Harry x Voldemort, PG, Romance/Drama ~*~*~ My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night. But ah, my foes and
oh, my friends, It gives a lovely light! ~*~*~ �They�re coming.� Voldemort turned from his place in front if the fireplace. Harry stood there, framed against the furious storm that raged outside the cottage. He kicked the wooden door, slamming it shut. He walked towards his lover, not bothering to take off his cloak which was soaking wet like the rest of him. �You have to leave. Now!� The urgency in his voice could not be denied. The Dark Lord faced the fire. �No.� �Are you crazy?� Harry exclaimed. The droplets of water from his sleeves jumped to the flames, burning to the air. �They�re not playing this time. You could die!� �And what do you think of me, Harry? I�m not a coward.� He took the boy�s hand away from his arm. �I stand by my choices. It�s you who has to leave.� �I..� Harry stared at him helplessly, tears pooling around his green eyes. �I can�t.� ~ They said that love meant giving. Sacrificing. He had scoffed at them all, for he had managed to live this long without giving in to that weakening myth. Until Harry came. He had watched this boy for so long. Watched him grow under the influence of a wizard he despised. Watched him flourish, his magic strengthening everyday. He felt each tear, each smile, each heartbreak... Their connection was binding, and he could only lie helpless under the torrent of naked emotions that swept from his enemy. And what was love but a surprise? He had not noticed, for it had sneaked up on him, catching him when he was most unaware. And when it seemed that he would finally win, at the very moment when Harry�s life almost came to an end� hatred� sheer hatred could not make a stand. ~ �You gave up everything for me! Your magic! Your strength! Everything.� Harry swung his arms around his neck, refusing to let go. �I cannot leave you to die when you have done so much to save me.� Forcibly, Voldemort pushed him away. �You have to let go! It doesn�t matter. I did all I did and now I have to pay for my actions. I nearly killed you then. Saving you wouldn�t have demanded anything less than what I had to give up.� Thunder roared over their heads as the impending danger drew near. Harry stared at him, sobbing openly. He had hoped to save him� save them! But all his efforts could not prevent the man he loved from dying. �I�m sorry,� he whispered. The cold seeped through his skin, chilling his bones with loneliness. �I�m sorry for everything. I had not realized that they would find�� �It�s all right. I couldn�t keep on running forever.� The red eyes closed, searching for hope they could not see. He murmured, �I don�t want to keep on running.� And with that, Harry made his decision. Life was a game, and he had just played his last move. The dark, unimpressive cottage took a dreamlike glow as he approached him. �I�m staying with you.� �What?� Stunned, Voldemort gripped his arms. �What�s wrong with you? You have to escape. Don�t you realize that you�ll die if you stay here?� �Yes,� Harry answered slowly, smiling. He reached above, smoothing his lover�s hair with one stroke. �Then I�ll just have to die with you.� Voldemort meant to throw him out or shake some sense into his young, stupid brain. He was just a child. Surely, he didn�t know what he was saying. But the words never came. For he saw what Harry had realized sooner: one was not possible without the other, and with their first kiss, their first words, their first touch� they had cast their lots forever. �Oh God!� He crushed Harry in his arms, holding him tight. They could try and kill him, march in with their revenge and vanquish him with their power. But he wouldn�t be alone�never would he be alone again. Then he knew what he should have seen: that there was no fear, no death. There was just him, Harry, and this moment�without end. The fire burned, heedless of the rain. (fin) Harry x Voldemort, PG-13, Humor ~*~*~ �I�m busy.� He refused to even look at the boy, slightly annoyed with the interruption. Normally, he�d have welcomed Harry at any time--except now. The Death Eaters were having a mighty argument about Lucius Malfoy. The DE pretty boy decided to take off without warning once again, leaving their newest wizard-attack projects hanging. Blasted blond! He was probably mooning away his lusts with that son of his. �Tommyyyy�� �Harry! I told you, I�m busy tonight! Now be a good concubine and stay in the room. Those lecherous DE�s might see you here.� Voldemort looked around nervously. So far, his minions were still squabbling in the dining room. �And I told you not to call me Tommy. It�s Voldemort to you, young man.� �Fine! You never have time for me anymore.� Harry pouted in annoyance. He smoothed his pleated skirt over the front before turning around with a flourish. �Don�t bother knocking later. I just developed a headache.� �Hah! You�re starting to act like- What�s that??� The red eyes widened, gaping at the scene before him. It was a very short skirt--the kind that flared when one moved. And when Harry turned� �Like it?� He wiggled his ass. �I wore them for you.� Voldemort gripped his oak desk tightly. Career or sex? He glanced through the open study door to the dining room. Career or sex? His eyes flicked over the lacy material. Career or sex? They really needed to manage these wizard attacks soon or the Order might foul up their plans. Again. Career or sex? It was very flimsy� almost see-through, really. �Dammit!!! Come here with those pretty little knickers!!!� Harry smirked. All was fair in sex and war.
(a very lacy) FIN The Punishment of Lord Voldemort Harry x Voldemort, PG, ? ~*~*~ Harry walked home briskly. There was a spring in his step, and he tried to
keep himself from smiling needlessly and looking silly to the Hogsmeade folks as
he passed. Who could blame him for being happy? This was a day to celebrate, for
it was his birthday. FIN
Note: Oh my God I�m so sorry! *laughs* I started writing an angsty fic and this came out instead. Hehe. It�s written in Sushi�s brilliant �Harry Potter and he Mai Tai of Doom" universe, a bit in the future though. I just hope I did her Voldie justice. I am still very much in love with that fic as I was when I first read it.
Summary: Infatuation? A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or
attraction. ~*~*~ He liked looking at the Diary. There was a certain terrible fascination that provoked him to take it from the bottom of his possessions and run his hands across the scarred leather cover whenever no one was watching. He didn�t like to do it often, for that would take away the thrill�the delicious tingle of doing something even slightly forbidden. So he kept himself from touching it until he could control it no more, and he then would dig through his clothes in the middle of the night and grasp the empty vessel of Dark Magic to his chest. Like thirst. His addiction was strange that way. And he didn�t just look, or even just touch. He would think, and remember the image of the boy he had met that fateful day years ago when he threw caution to the winds and plunged into a universe that held the secrets of his past. Their past. It had been unreal, watching him, following him as he moved in his sepia world of memories. He never did see him then, but Harry was content knowing that a part of that boy knew he was there. He liked to imagine them together, looking at each other�s eyes as they discussed the similarities of the lives stolen from them. He liked to dream because he knew it would never happen. He was gone, and the man that replaced him was a shell so unlike the youth that held his fascination. It saddened Harry, knowing that he had a hand in ending his faux existence. He would place the Diary against his skin, hoping that whatever was left could find a place to seep inside the cold. You would�ve been miserable with me. But the smile belied the words. Why do you say that? I�m not like your friends. The eyes would narrow and stare at him shrewdly. I can�t make you laugh the way you�d want me to. Harry would shake his head. It�s enough that you�re here. And he would take his hand, for they would walk amongst the leaves that crunched beneath their feet, listening to the silence. Sometimes it would rain, and sometimes it would not. It didn�t really matter, for they would still be together, hand in hand, walking in their own world away from anyone else. And somehow, even without words, that was enough. But he would always die a little with every dream. For when he wakes up, he would always be as he is: alone.
(fin) Harry x Tom, G, Pre-slash ~*~*~ Sometimes, he felt a little more lost than usual. Tom shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Mr. Riddle?" He raised his head and met the eyes of the speaker who stared back through half-moon glasses. "Yes, Professor Dumbledore?" "You're not paying attention." It wasn't a question. A wave of indignation rose in his chest. He didn't even do anything! The old coot was just looking for a way to chastise him today. But then, what was the class about again? He felt, rather than heard, the low buzz of whispers that swept through the classroom--as it always did whenever Dumbledore called his attention. Tom ignored them and answered, "My apologies, Professor. It won't happen again." Dumbledore seemed satisfied with his answer and turned back to the board with his diagrams. "What were you thinking? You looked so strange, sitting there and not hearing anything," a student whispered near him. Tom turned to his seatmate, "Just a few things. Nothing to worry about." "Of course," Matthias Malfoy snorted softly but a relieved look soon came over his pale features. "I thought you were sick, or worse� looking like that." "Looking like what?" "Like you did earlier." Grey eyes looked back quizzically. "You were smiling a little, clutching your quill so tightly that I thought you'd ruin it. You almost scared me." "Really? I was just sleepy," Tom replied lightly. But as he turned away from Matthias, he glanced at his quill. The feather did seem a little bent out of shape, as if he had held it too hard. The tip of the white quill shimmered, faintly green in the sun. Like those he saw every night. Laughing, smiling endlessly at him without care--like no one had ever looked at him before outside of his dreams. The pale lips would bend, pink bows parting to say soundless lines he somehow understood. And every night, without fail, he would come, forcibly dragging Tom out of his determined state of indifference to... ... to where? But he didn't really care. What mattered was his presence, the peaceful sway of his hands in the light as he laughed silently (almost mockingly). By morning they would fade somehow, distant dreams smothered by reality, almost forgotten. Almost, but not always. Remembering, he nearly smiled but restrained himself in time. He didn't want to scare his classmates.
(fin) Voldemort/Harry, R, Romance ~*~*~
Tom/Harry, PG, Humor Draco just had to slam the door in shock. He stood beside the doorway for a full minute, quite speechless as he tried to digest exactly what he had seen. "You all right there?" Tom asked lazily from his bed. "Tom..." Draco gulped. "Harry Potter is standing just outside our room." "I know." Green eyes traveled over the Potions textbook. "But, Tom, it's one in the morning!" "Yes, I know." "And he's uh... naked." Tom grinned, amused. "I know." "You do? Well he's looking for you!" Draco's eyebrows were rising to his hairline. Sighing, Tom stood and shook the blanket off him. "I guess I have to see him then." Instantly, Draco shrieked, staring at him in shock. "What the- You're bloody naked too!" "Me?" Tom looked down and blinked. "Do you have a problem with it?" The blond shook his head silently, eyes wide as he merely watched Tom saunter from his bed to the door--fully comfortable with walking in his birthday suit. Tom twisted the knob. "Oh, before I go, you better ask the house-elves to change your sheets. I think Blaise and Vincent got a little too excited after dinner." With one last grin at the stunned Draco, Tom got out and closed the door behind him. Harry was tapping his foot impatiently. "So, did it work?" "As far as I can tell. He was pretty surprised with the visuals." Reaching into the pocket of his robe, Tom handed Harry the vial half-filled with bright blue liquid. "I still think I should have tested it, myself." "No way!" Harry exclaimed. "Who knew what the side effects could have been? I was pretty distracted during the last stages of the brewing. Anyway, I'm glad Draco agreed to test our See-Through potion project. I would have sworn he was the more cautious type. After all, this is highly experimental. How in the world did you get him to agree?" Tom coughed and mumbled something about unimportant details, pumpkin juice, and accidental spilling before impulsively pulling Harry into the empty room next to his. "You know," he whispered seconds later. "I'm a bit envious of Draco." He pulled Harry closer, surprising the Gryffindor. "At least he got to see you naked tonight," he added meaningfully. "I see." A smile played on Harry's lips as he stared back at Tom who was looking less and less innocent with each passing second. He played along for a while, laying his head on the other's shoulder before finally saying, "Would you like to see something interesting, Mr. Riddle?" Tom didn't even look at the door as he waved his wand and set it swinging shut. "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Potter." (end) email Passo :: home
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