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"It was until you showed up, Riddle."

Harry rolls his eyes and adjusts his green tie. He also studied at the Faculty of snakes. Their rivalry converged in everything, because they both wanted to be the best, strong and were unbearably cunning, filled with their ambitions. It was fascinating.

"What, are you going to beg for a pass to the forbidden section of the library again? "

"Merlin, get away from me, Riddle. Professor Horace was so generous that he gave me a pass. If you want, you can come with me. Only on condition that you shut up and don't bother me."

He walks past Tom and lightly grazes his shoulder without apologizing. Harry is a half-breed of the Potter family, but he behaved like a pureblood, thanks to the Slytherin faculty. The hat had clearly sent him to the right place. He has learned to be a true Slytherin, sometimes behaving more arrogantly. It was convenient, no one will ever know what he really is.

"We are not rivals, Riddle. I'm not competing with anyone, I'm not looking for approval or praise. I'm just learning to achieve what I've planned. And by the way, I'm absolutely calm."

He tilts his head with slight interest, lowering his voice almost to an intimate whisper and clarifies:

"What do you mean by denying our connection? You and I don't have any relationship. And what do you suggest by the word unite you and me? Are you inviting me into your circle of little devourers? I'm not interested in this, Riddle."

"Riddle, you come this close to me again and I'll put a crucio on you, got it? "

He increases the distance between them by a couple of steps and raises his face. Green eyes, the color of a deadly curse, stare intently at Tom's face, trying to find answers to the questions that were spinning in Potter's head.

"Should I start calling you My Lord? Do you miss the fact that almost the entire faculty of snakes worships you? Why do you need me? "

His speech is laced with sarcasm. Black almost tearfully begged him to join their " circle" of Death Eaters, but Harry was adamant. So why did Tom decide to invite him personally? Interesting.

"I'll think about it, Riddle. But don't expect a positive response. Power, strength and might-I will take it without anyone's help in any case. But maybe I'll consider your offer. "

They reached the library, and Potter put on a polite fake smile, showing the pass. When the check was over, he calmly entered the forbidden section and took out his wand, summoning a couple of books and they levitated through the air, lay on the table, the books were related to dark magic, ancient and very unsafe. But Harry had already studied so much of this kind of literature that he didn't even care if the books had teeth.

"Less words means more action, Riddle. Learn this and you will be the best."

Harry added, even though the footsteps were receding. He immersed himself with interest in a book that talked about blood rituals. After Potter found out who his ancestor was, the topic of rituals was very acute for him, he wanted to learn a lot more in order to understand his heritage.

Harry is reading enthusiastically, forgetting about lunch and almost being late for dinner. Today was a day off and he spent the whole day in the library. Calmly entering the Great Hall, he sees that Malfoy and Riddle are sitting next to his seat. Yeah, fate is just laughing at him. Potter doesn't show it and sits down between them, pouring himself coffee, waiting for the brownies to start serving food. Malfoy pats Harry's shoulder ambiguously and he winces.

The blond guy asks. "Stuck in the library all the time again? You weren't at lunch."

"Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you not to let go of your hands? "

"I forgot to ask you, Riddle. And I don't like it when my personal space is violated and touched without permission, how many times do you two have to repeat this?"

He rolls his eyes, winces, and moves away from Malfoy closer to Riddle. At least he keeps his hands to himself, not trying to touch Harry. Malfoy makes a sad face and pretends to speak affectionately:

"Well, my beloved Potter, it's not my fault that you're so handsome that I want to touch you."

Harry rubs his face with a grunt of displeasure, asking:

"Melin, Malfoy, shut your mouth.."

"You're both insufferable, flirtatious assholes. I'd rather sleep with my hand than with any of you."

Harry accepts the invitation and sits down next to Riddle, burying his hand in black curls and pushing them back. Harry knows he handsome. After all, in his Potter family, there was also Black blood and black curls, he inherited it from there. His skin was slightly swarthy, like his father's, and his eyes, the piercing color of Avada Kedavra, rarely left anyone indifferent. But no one could interest Potter. He realized that he was bisexual, but so far, he was not attracted to either girls or guys. They all seemed too noisy, intrusive and stupid to Harry.

"Riddle."

Harry almost growls when the guy so brazenly whispers in his, scorching his ear with his breath. He feels how the body reacts to it, but controls himself and does not show that it was hot. He puts his hand on Tom's thigh and squeezes hard, looking at the stunned guy.

"If you want to be in my bed, just ask, I will consider your offer. You know, the position of Potter's lover is vacant. Do you like the offer? "

He smiles maliciously and removes his hand from Tom's thigh.

"I think I would have strangled you as soon as you opened your charming mouth."

Harry grins back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You can barely handle me, Riddle. You know how I am. Don't take on so much. "

Potter licks his lower lip and tilts his head, looking Tom straight in the eye.

"Do you think I haven't had anyone in my entire training? I just don't advertise it, especially since it was just sex."

Malfoy chokes on his coffee and Harry chuckles softly.

"I'm aware, yes, thank you, Riddle. Should I remind you of what you said this morning that I already have a connection? "

He smiles slyly, giving Tom the opportunity to remember that in fact he himself said that they have a connection.

"But for now, I'll make do with physical pleasure. Don't be jealous, Riddle."

He loosens his tie slightly, allowing it to hang on his strong chest and unbuttons the first button on his shirt, revealing the hollow between his collarbones and sips coffee.

"Oh, I don't doubt it, Riddle. "

They start eating, quietly arguing with Malfoy, who has not given up trying to annoy Harry with his flirtation. After the tenth time he rolls his eyes, he finishes his meal and decides to take a walk. He knew that Riddle was the head of the faculty, well, he was unlikely to scold him for being a little late to the living room. He goes outside, warming up along the way. Potter spent the whole day in the library, didn't let study in peace. Therefore, he goes to his usual place by the black lake and throws a protective dome, summoning a pair of manikins and begins to work with attacking spells. The robe flies to the floor, and the snow-white sleeves of the shirt roll up. His hair was disheveled from his rapid movements, but he didn't pay attention to it, honing his spells to perfection.

"Did you come to show off? I'm honing old spells, bringing them up to the level of reflexes. I don't need complicated spells right now, Riddle. "

He bends down and takes a bottle of water out of his bag, sipping greedily. He unbuttons his shirt harder, it was hot because of the long and fast movements. Potter glides over Tom's figure, which is hidden by an unnecessary robe and looks away, showing that he is not interested in his complex spells.

"You know that if you cast a cutting spell more often, for example, it will increase? That's what I'm doing. So that in case of anything, not just cut, but cut with the right balance of forces."

"That's what it's about, wait a minute, look."

Potter slightly expands the protective dome, he takes a familiar stance and concentrates, sending a cutting spell into the tree. But he does not remove the bark, with a careful movement. Harry cuts a huge oak in half and the tree would have fallen with a loud crash, but Potter applied a thickening agent and pulled the wand away.

"We know that you can only kill if you want to. But an ordinary cutting spell can become much more dangerous if you put a little effort into it. Unfortunately, we are forbidden to use dark spells. For now."

"That's what I plan to do after graduation, Tom."

He smiles sincerely for the first time, but freezes for a second. It seems that he relaxed and allowed himself to call Riddle by his first name, and not by his last name as usual, and smiled at him. He frowns, not understanding how it happened.

"Um...Forget it, okay? "

He hadn't planned on opening up to him like that, but for a miserable minute, it seemed like he'd let the mask of coldness and inaccessibility slip. It was dangerous to let someone in so deep, so he turned away, trying not to make eye contact with Tom and picked up his robe.

"Not in my case, Riddle. If I open up, it will mean that the person is important to me. Don't you know that loving someone is a weakness? A weakness that I can't afford, with my plans for the future."

The voice sounds somehow quiet and sad. He saw Tom's brief disappointment, he would like to just grab his hand now and tell him everything that he holds in himself. But that meant putting Tom in danger. This is not allowed, Harry believed that it would be better if he alone would suffer from these incomprehensible feelings and just admire Tom from afar.

"Tom... You..You're standing too close again.."

Harry swallows his saliva, trying to focus on the piercing gaze opposite, but allows himself only one brief moment to look at the inviting lips and bites his own. Everything was torn inside, as if an invisible war was taking place. Take a chance? Or not? Merlin, I wanted to either die on the spot or kiss Tom. What the hell?Harry thought to himself.

"You're such a bitch, Riddle..Just unbearably fucking handsome.." Harry swears like a Muggle, ceasing to hold back. Burn it all with hellfire. Even his endurance has limits, at least next to Tom. Potter takes Toma hand and pulls me towards him, pulling into arms and kissing me. Greedily, impatiently, as if he had been holding back for an eternity. He crushes those inviting lips, bites and deepens the kiss again, burying one hand in Riddle's perfect styling.

"I've been doing this successfully since my first year at Hogwarts, do you know? When it hit me on the third, I tried to avoid you. "

Harry does not break his embrace and kisses Tom's sharp cheekbone and leans forward, grabbing his earlobe with his mouth and whispers, slightly biting at the last.

"You've let it out yourself now. Are you satisfied with the consequences, Tom?"

His hands confidently pressed the guy to his body, heated after training and kissing, lightly stroking his sides.

"No, Tom. Our relationship won't be a game, now you're mine. Whether you like it or not. You wanted to see this, didn't you? "

He goes down to Riddle's neck, kissing and nibbling. He reached under his shirt with his hands, stroking the small of his back. It was good that it was pitch dark outside and no one could notice the two guys.

"You can't get away from me now, Tom."

He bites the delicate skin a little harder with his teeth, watching the pale skin turn red, and lightly licks it as an apology.

"I wouldn't let go. You're not that naive, are you, Tom?"

He grins, letting the possessive feeling show to the fullest. The bans are lifted and Harry feels that it suits both of them. He lets his hands slide lower, squeezing Riddle's elastic ass and covers his neck and jaw line with kisses and bites, enjoying quiet moans.

"Fuck.. Tom..If you moan like that, I'll take you right here on the street."

"Hmm, there's one place that comes to mind. Let's go. " He reluctantly releases Tom from his embrace and collects all the things that are scattered on the ground. With a wave of his wand, he puts their appearance in order, gives them now only slightly reddened lips from kisses. He shoves the dark green robe into his bag, promising himself that he will put it in order tomorrow and takes Tom by the hand, leading him away. Moving calmly around the school, the students had long been in their guest rooms and only the portraits smiled brazenly, seeing their clasped hands and he promised to burn them if they did not stop. When he gets to the room, he looks at Tom and says: "Just don't scream, okay? " Then he leans towards the door and hisses in the language of snakes: "Open up." The door swings open and he walks into a cozy-looking room.

"Didn't it surprise you that I was hissing just now? I can speak Parseltongue, Tom."

Harry hisses and locks the door, turning to him and explaining.

"This is my private room at Hogwarts. I found her a long time ago, I often sit here to be calm in silence. Salazar Slytherin is still a cunning man, I wonder why he has so many secret rooms? "

He grins, coming closer to Tom and wrapping his arms tightly around him again. Potter carefully examines his beloved face, wanting to enjoy every moment next to him.