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Serpentină	By : Iced_Sygar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 20913 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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~The Baths~

A/N: Well, the chapter name given is kind of obvious for what happens here. I thought this would be a good chance to explain the actual title of the entire fanfiction now. Have you wondered what ‘Serpentină’ actually is? It’s a Romanian variation of the word ‘Twist’. I do not think that adultfanfiction really supports special characters too well though... Also, this still takes place in the second book, the Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

For the next few days, Harry spent his time trying to find any information about memories and how to get them out of books. Unfortunately, there was little information about any of this and Harry spent most of his free time now falling asleep in the library only to be chased away by Madame Pince. He had never gone through so many books before, and it resulted in many paper cuts which made Ron give him "I told you so" looks. Though Hermione did help Harry look, she was becoming more and more wary of the diary, and refused to speak to him sometimes when it was not placed inside his bag. This also made things more awkward when he spoke about her to Tom; he had become a little annoyed with her because of said habit.

After being chased away again by Madame Pince Harry checked his watch; there was still enough time to get to the baths before having to stay in the tower. Gathering up his things he made his way to the landscape painting of a tranquil pond, and spoke the password. He sighed, it was empty he still was not used to the large community bath things that Hogwarts had going on. He was careful to place his books and other items away from the edge, for he did not want to get them wet. Before leaving them he explained that he would not be able to talk or write because of the bath. He really looked forward to his baths lately because they got the ache of sitting in stiff library chairs out of him so Harry quickly made his way across the tiled floor to the deep set pool sized bath.

Tom stayed mostly silent as he was carried around the next few days, building up more energy and power the more he was with Harry and thought about over the course of that small time. They didn't interact much those few nights and thanks to that, he was able to build up more power for something he wanted to try. To try to project himself. He couldn't completely break from the book yet, however, he knew he could at least do this and surprise Harry with it. And then the night came to where he could actually put this in use, Potter going to the baths and bringing him along to set him aside. It was perfect.

Hearing the bath run, Riddle prepared himself to try and materialize outside of the book. It was going to take a lot of effort and he wouldn't be able to fully put himself in that world, but he could still do it. After a few minutes that the Gryffindor was sitting in the bath and relaxing, he put his plan into action.

Soundlessly, he began to appear off to the side. He was transparent, like a ghost, but when he sat his hand to the wall beside him he could feel the cold stone against his skin and knew that he could at least touch things in this realm. It was invigorating being outside of the book after so long and he breathed in the nice light and slightly damp atmosphere of the baths he was now in.

His eyes immediately trailed down to the seeker sitting in the bath, blissfully ignorant of his presence there with him and his back towards Riddle. He strode over to a stall, dropping the folds of fabric off of him and grabbing a towel to tie around his waist. Steps probably gave him away as he then proceeded over to the bath, walking around and then moving to get in, across from Harry, with a smirk upon his features. "Enjoying your bath, Harry?"

Harry, who had been dozing slightly in the warm water of the bath, had been completely unaware of what had been occurring behind him with the diary. "Ka--" The surprise made him slip a little in the water. This would not be the last time someone transparent would disturb his bath time.

After coughing a moment and placing his glances back onto his face, Harry spoke again to the voice that had been Tom. He was transparent, but not as much as a ghost and not nearly as blue. "T-Tom--! Wha--you’re outside!" He said pointing out the obvious---And sliding down to his neck in the water.

The Slytherin chuckled some to Harry's reaction, enjoying the immensely warm bath he was in now. "I've been thinking up of ways to escape the book too and, especially with me getting a bit more power back, I'm able to at least project myself now. I've missed the actual world." He then looked back to the dark-haired boy, moving to get a little closer to Harry, slowly.

"And you. Sorry if I scared you." Of course, he flashed another one of his usual charming smiles, trying to inch his way closer to the other boy without setting him off or making him run away before he had the chance to get him pinned against one of the bath's walls.

The steam from the water seemed to make Tom more solid--Or maybe it was just a trick of the light. Harry tried not to look at him because seeing Tom mad him shaky, seeing Tom naked from the chest up made him feel more than a little woozy. He had to take off his glasses because they were steaming up, which was fine; Tom was close enough for Harry to see him clearly. "I-It's okay, I’m just used to being alone when I take a bath. Well--sometimes with Ron." But usually when he was with Ron, there was a lot less tension than now. And more water dunking.

"I’m glad you can come out like this. I still can’t find anything in the library though..." Harry mumbled dissatisfied with his findings.

Tom, who was now sitting beside Harry and quite comfortable, nodded to the boy. "Yes, I know. Though I don't expect Hogwarts to be keeping things like that laying around least the other students try summoning people out of books to make tests easier or something." He joked just slightly. "But, unlike the other books, this is an actual person, not just a record."

He gazed at the water for a few moments before looking back over to the younger boy again. "And I apologize, I just couldn't resist the chance to actually try and come out, best of all, to be here with you." It felt so nice to be in the warm water if anything else, moving his hands down to scoop up a handful and bring up to wet his hair some so he wouldn't have to dive under or anything. His normally cold body felt so wonderfully warm under all of the water and he could only think of one way it'd get warmer, taking a little stealing glance towards Harry. Though, this glance was one that was one that was more lusty and sensual. Like a predator.

"No, I guess not." Harry said laughing too softly. It was nice, because Tom was usually so serious with him. "I'll just keep looking... I might be able to talk Lockhart into giving me a slip to the restricted section... Hermione did." Harry thought aloud. Lockhart was so dense even Harry could fool him. It wasn’t like the normal section was getting him anywhere. True he could just sneak to it with his cloak, but the book screamed so much he never wanted to try that again if he could help it.

"N-No it's okay, I’m really glad you can visit me now..." He trailed off as Tom wetted his hair, his stomach gave a backflip and he went back to staring at the water. And though he didn’t see the way Tom looked at him... His hair stood on end. Something was... A little off today...

It was quiet except for the sound of moving water, Riddle occasionally cupping a handful of water and bringing it up so he could feel it run through his hair and down his body. He couldn't take his attention off of the Gryffindor though, especially now that they were here, practically naked together, in a hot bath. Shifting closer, he leaned in to mumble into Harry's ear, "Can I kiss you?" His hand snaked up underneath the water to rest on Potter's thigh, itching to stroke up along the inside of his lovely thigh and to somewhere a little more personal, but he resisted. For now.

Harry could now feel how Tom was watching him, it was almost permeable. It made his heart rate jump and it took all his will power to not start hyperventilating. Yes, this was very different than being with Ron.

He jerked in response to the touch on his inner thigh holding back a cry, very much aware of how close that hand was to a certain body part. When Tom's lips brushed his ear as he spoke, he was very close to a swoon. So how could he deny a kiss...? Harry whimpered in agreement to the question... Even when the primal part of him was warning him to the dangerous position that was happening.

Tom took the small whimper as a 'yes' as he leaned in further, moving up a free hand to tilt the other boy's head towards him so their lips could meet. The heat and contact felt even better than the water did to Riddle. The spark of power that came from his initiated kiss pushed him to suddenly become more aggressive and passionate, yet still smooth and sensual. He knew Harry's lips and taste well by now, beginning to associate the power coursing through his veins with those flavors and touches more and more. The Slytherin's hand, all the while, still teasingly played along the second year's thigh, silently flirting.

If anyone dared to step into the bathroom while Riddle enjoyed and entertained himself with Harry, they would most surely regret it and severely pay for it.

He was surprised at how fast Tom had moved onto him, but not displeased. The thought did come into his mind though, as Tom moved his tongue into Harry's mouth, of what would happen if he were to resist for even a single moment. To not simply give in to what was most base in him. But Harry pushed this away--Why would he not want this? It didn’t hurt anyone and it meant they loved each other... And it didn’t feel half bad either.

The hand that was so close to his intimate area was a little surprising though, Harry wasn’t sure which direction he wanted Tom to move it. As the kiss deepened, he wrapped his arm around the Slytherin’s neck cautiously feeling the muscle and bones along the way up the chest.

Riddle enjoyed luring the boy on more and more as they kissed, parting for air here and there in between the hungry and needy kisses that started to escalate. While their tongues danced, Tom had moved from his position beside Harry and instead in front of him, his hands moving to rest on the other boy's nice hips. He rested in between the Gryffindor's legs, though not close enough for their bodies to rub up against each other, for Tom had realized that the boy seemed to want to touch him. He was being much too cautious and careful about it, hence the elder boy moved a hand up to grasp Harry's and bring it down to touch his own chest.

"You can touch." He mumbled against Potter's lips with a smile, amused with their little playing around. That hand then pulled away from the seeker's and moved it back to Harry's chest, trailing it down along the skin gently as he resumed their kissing.

Since their first attempt at kissing like this Harry had improved little, he was always getting lost by what Tom was doing to him. He tried to emulate what he did... Though he could never quite get all the "steps" right. Dully aware of Tom now being on top of him, the chiding voice in his head that sounded like Hermione told him to stop and go back to the dorm hit a new pitch of hysteria.

He shivered at the approval of his touching, and the touching of his own body. Harry was a little nervous with Tom touching him... But honestly it was a little late to say such things. And after all... Tom had only ever made him feel good. While his mouth was preoccupied trying to please and tempt the older boy, his hands began to fully explore for the first time. There was no softness to Tom's body, Harry thought feeling the firmness under his finger tips; no hints of childhood sweetness left to it like his own. The skin was smooth, and not overly muscular... Harry's hands traced from the chest to one of the arms and back.

The elder boy wasn't sure if Harry touching him turned him on or off, he honestly wasn't. While he still detested most people, he also found it odd that he liked the one thing he really should hate. He assumed again that it was mainly the power or the fact that the boy depended on him, giving him that pedestal of importance... Either way, he pushed it to the back of his mind before deciding to take one bolder step forward.

Riddle pressed their bodies together, the warm water in between them separating them no more. And, nothing else was in their way either, for that matter. It would probably be too much for the younger boy but Tom honestly didn't care at the moment. Their naked bodies flush against each other just as close as their lips were was so invigorating to the Slytherin at the moment and nothing else would interrupt this. Sure, he had been getting slightly impatient with all of this slow moving relationship... Hell, he was trying to fuck the boy, not court him... So naturally when this opportunity presented itself, he selfishly snatched it up to try to heighten their relationship just that much more.

The moment their skin touched, Harry knew what the Hermione voice had been warning him about. This was not good. They were too close right now---They were touching each other where they shouldn’t be---His heart was in his throat. Tom was not hurting him it was true; it actually felt really good, but compared to what they had been doing, this was too much too fast to Harry and he was pinned to the bath side. The lower half of his body wanted more and the upper half wanted to run. He struggled to escape the mouth that kept capturing his own again, and again.

"W-Wait...! This… Is... I can’t...." He whimpered after finally having enough time to verbalize his feelings to the other, sure that it would stop, if asked him.

Tom realized he had made the wrong move when Harry began to move in a way that he was trying to push him to stop. Which was most unfortunate, seeing as how that was exactly what Riddle didn't want. No amount of trying to persuade him otherwise with their bodies against one another or his lips could apparently change the Gryffindor's mind, so when he pulled away to breathe and hear what Potter had to say... He already knew it was coming.

The Slytherin pulled away then, actually really angry about it internally, but he tried to play off a look of shock and surprise to the second year in front of him. "Ah... Sorry. I got carried away... I'm sorry." He mumbled, giving a bit of distance in between them before running a hand through his hair and sitting to the side.

He gave a small sigh, looking troubled a bit. Though, had he been not trying to win over Harry's affections, he would've just considered him as another one of his temporary disposable pawns and probably have shown him the true anger or frustration he was feeling right now by probably pinning him to the side of the pool and fucking him anyways. Or killing him. Or many other things, however, he needed him. And time was beginning to run out. The chamber needed opening soon and the longer he took to woo this little boy was the more probability that everything could go wrong or horribly astray. He knew that he was going too far and he should've been just a little more patient... But nope. Couldn't do that, apparently.

For a single waning moment, Harry thought he saw a flash of red in Tom's eyes. But before he could even ponder this, the illusion was gone and he ignored what he might have seen. After a moment that was spent catching his breath, and generally trying NOT to go back on what he just said he didn’t want. Harry's lower half was a little sore now and his heart hurt because of the way Tom was acting. Now he felt like he was the wrong one again, when he should not have. He didn’t want them to fight...

"T-Tom... I’m sorry..." He said his voice echoing off the tile back to them with "Sorry". Harry held onto his arm, to draw his attention back to him. "I... I just got scared." He continued, wanting the other to look back at him, to hold him again. "I'm not used to this like you, I don’t know what to do when someone--- When you start to touch me like that." Harry whimpered, feeling the tears that were welling up in his eyes. "Please don’t be mad at me, please don’t." He tightened his grip on Tom's arm again.

Tom wondered what would play out next and he figured that there were only two ways it could go. Of course, it ended up in the direction of Harry feeling guilty now and trying to get his attention.

At the other boy's touches, he turned towards Potter with an indifferent kind of look before he smiled a little apologetically, having forced that smile but trying to hide the fact that he didn't want to, to make it look natural. "It's alright..." He brought a hand up to cup the second year's face, leaning down close to him and pressing their foreheads together.

"Don't get upset, it's alright." No it wasn't.

"I got carried away. I don't want you scared with anything we do." Bringing their lips together helped him to try to cool his anger a little by distracting his mind temporarily, enjoying that sweet taste again before pulling away to smile again. "Calm down, ok, Harry? Please."

The kiss made him feel a little bit better, but he still felt bad about how he had acted. "Okay..." Harry mumbled softly. "It's just... What if someone came in...?" He blushed at the thought of someone seeing them together like this. "Mr. Filch keeps checking around, especially since those petrifications..." Being held and touched helped his feelings more and his worries were seeping away. “If someone found us here we could get in big trouble for just for being out so late. Not counting that we’re... That we’re..." His voice trailed away not able to finish what they were up to.

The Slytherin understood what Harry had said, wanting to say something along the lines of 'Oh, I'd just kill them' or something back in response but he held back from saying such a thing. He'd more than likely be 'upset' or something at seeing a fellow schoolmate or official being hit by a hex of some kind.

He gave little kisses to the younger boy still but for the most part held back from doing what he actually wanted to do to him. But then Tom pulled away to finish washing up, shifting to stand so that the water came up to his waist and he could wash and rinse off more with handfuls of warm water. He was doubtful that he could woo or charm the boy into trying to continue... But he could always try to get him roused up a little more and put more ideas into his head~

He relaxed more with every kiss though still uneased by their first quarrel. Harry wished he had stayed quiet... This was worse than what would have happened right...?

But as he watched Tom bathe... He blue screened. If he had seen porn, it would have reminded him of porn. His body ached again... Between his legs... And he faced the other direction whimpering. He had hoped with time it would have gone but since Tom had touched the inside of his leg the swelling and anxiousness wouldn’t leave.

Tom heard the small whimper and peered over to the dark-haired boy facing away from him, looking uncomfortable. He settled down a bit more into the water, giving a small smile to Harry even though he wasn't looking at the moment. "Something else wrong? I can leave. It's not like a soul quite needs a bath anyways..." But he did enjoy the water quite a bit. And, of course, trying to change the other boy's mind about continuing on and becoming at least just a bit more intimate was always a must.

"N-No...! I don’t want you to go..." Harry said hurriedly--It was hard to breathe. Something was happening to him since the touches that were so intimate. He fought about whether or not to say what was happening to him but he know if he did not, Tom would worry.

"Ah… Tom... Something’s wrong... It hurts..." He gasped the heat growing between his legs more with each moment. Was he sick? When they had been touching this had been controlled, but his body was filled with a feeling, lust, he did not truly understand. "It hurts..." Harry said again as the throbbing would not cease.

Riddle's eyes sharpened as he fixed them upon the other boy, moving a bit closer and sinking back into the water like how he was before. "Hurting? What hurts?" Of course, he had to resist from letting that smirk pull at the corners of his lips at what he was hearing. Perhaps it was what he was thinking? Hopefully. Either way, he still wanted to make sure before he made another bold move right after what had just happened only a few minutes ago. He rested a hand upon Harry's shoulder, only gently touching him and trying to come off as concerned. "I didn't hurt you with... That... Earlier, did I? It shouldn’t have hurt..."

“I-I...can’t say..." Harry said unhelpfully but he knew where it hurt. But he couldn’t say. The touch that would have been comforting under normal circumstances, made him cry out for more now. Where it hurt he needed touching, now.

He breathed hard face flushed, "No you didn’t hurt me... Ah... Please. Where you were... Before... It won’t stop..." He gasped weakly with wanting to be touched, needing it. "Why won’t it stop...?!" He cried never understanding the pleasure that was rushing through him. He gripped his waist trying not to trail his hand down to where sins were committed. Finally with no other option he said it with almost no voice, "Between...Between my legs....!"

He watched the boy hungrily, wishing for him to just spit it out already--And Tom did a good job with making a quick mask of concern should Potter's eyes wander over to him. All of his reactions, how innocently naive he was being, and how he squirmed... Riddle found it very difficult to remain where he was and not pouncing the second year already. But he needed patience, which he was stretching thin of what little supply he possessed.

When he heard the magic words, a 'relieved' kind of smile broke across the elder boy's face before he grabbed Harry's shoulders with both hands and tried to make him face him (Riddle).

"Oh, I know what it is. Trust me, alright?" He murmured, moving in to kiss Potter again on the lips before one of his hands trailed down from its grip on the boy's shoulder, down his chest, stomach, and finally... Ah, yes, that was most certainly the problem. "It'll feel good," He assured through little whispers against those soft lips. "Don't worry about anything, just relax."

His hand then began to softly touch in between the Gryffindor's legs for his growing arousal, taking it slow for the moment while he tried to get Harry over his initial hesitations and used to the lovely feeling of being touched. Especially by none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle. If anything, he should feel honored that such a thing was happening. Though, rather than go about boasting his ego, he tried to keep it more intimate and sensual with nothing but their breathing and soft movements of the water being heard in the room.

Without any resistance, Harry allowed himself to be turned toward the older boy. If Tom could make this stop... To make this ease just a little, Harry would do anything.

"O... Okay..." He whispered the hands on his shoulders sending more shots of lust through his body. Moaning weakly as the hand went farther and farther along to where 12 years of heat was building. When Tom spoke to him again he was barely listening... He was putty in the Slytherin’s hands from the second they had touched again. Harry’s voice caught after the first few caresses. There was nothing to compare it to. It felt better than good, it was bliss and he doubted that he would ever have enough of it.

Without thinking of whether or not he should, Harry latched onto Tom, he had to hold something or his knees were going to give out. He moaned again, uncaring of getting caught now. It would be worth it.

"Ah--Tom...!" His voice broke mid cry and he didn’t care. The pain was gone and now exquisite pleasure he had never known had taken its place. He could have been confronted with Voldemort right then and he wouldn’t have cared.

Riddle was pleased with not being stopped from continuing further and feeling Potter squirm in under his touches made him feel superior and on top again. The earlier outburst from the other boy was overshadowed now that he was able to touch him intimately. His more experienced hand did not hesitate to try and give the Gryffindor what he unknowingly craved, loving the little whimpers and moans coming from Harry, allowing him to voice them rather than to dare try to muffle them. That lithe body that was so ignorant of what was going on with his own body... The whole situation was so deliciously tempting and forbidden... Riddle did not want to pull away at all. He leaned in, breathing and kissing against Harry's heated neck and shoulder, wanting to leave marks and he did so, not wanting anyone to claim what he had been working so hard on. Potter was his.

Every touch made him want and cry for more. It was a wonderful feeling, why had no one ever mentioned this...? The ecstasy roared in his ears and Harry had easily given into what he should not be feeling. "More... More..." He gasped holding tighter to Tom now; nothing would dislodge him from the person giving him such pleasure.

As at first kisses and then bites were left upon his soft skin he cried out with more fervor for they added to the sensations that controlled him. It didn’t register that such marks would linger long after this tryst and might lead to awkward questions. Such things were meaningless, and below his concern now. Harry voiced his approval louder than ever, and the tiles echoed his wordless desire back to them. He left weak, half formed kisses on Tom's neck and shoulder between saying his name over and over.

It was very hard to control one's self while hearing your name being panted out so lovingly and the hot body pressing against you, demanding attention. He was absolutely sure that he was definitely Harry's first so far, and it appeared that he hadn't even masturbated before. Oh, what wonderful new worlds he could introduce this naive boy to~.

Tom made sure to keep up with Potter and he began to stroke and touch Harry faster and harder the more he asked. They were really pressed close now as well, the Slytherin only allowing a small space in between them so that his hand may work its magic on the inexperienced boy. True, he'd much rather be having this done to himself or fucking the Quidditch player, but it was all necessary. And he was certainly enjoying stealing away all of Harry's firsts so far and he figured he might as well enjoy himself along the way. It was only a matter of time before they could really become intimately close and Voldemort could take what he truly desired out of all of this.

The urgency that had been rising in his body increased the faster they went. Harry did not know what he was racing towards, but he wanted it too. This physical affection made him selfish and greedy for anything and everything Tom could offer him. Even though Harry had cried for more speed, he could not last long under such touches he pushed hard into the hand that held him and came without restraint. "I-I love you--Ah! L-Love...." But all that came out were more whimpers and the milky liquid came forth from him. He was grateful that he had grabbed hold of Tom sooner rather than later, because he would have drowned at that point. He was rather blank now, the afterglow of his first climax clinging to him like something physical. He trailed sloppy kisses from Tom's neck to his jaw line to finally his mouth, where for once, he did not care if how he kissed was "good" or "bad".

Tom kissed at the boy along his warm skin, mumbling little sweet nothings, and tried to work him up to his breaking point. The little 'I love yous' and 'love' the boy kept spouting off only served to enlighten and amuse Tom more as he mumbled the same things back, not truly meaning it but coming off quite sincere about it. When he felt Potter tense up, he went even faster to try and work it out of him, slipping an arm around the boy's waist to pull him close and press their bodies against each other once more. It was more so for support, however, Riddle had definitely missed that heat that he had begun to become accustomed to. Not so much as depending on it, heavens no, but the fact that it was his, belonged to him, and should only be given to him, especially whenever he wanted it.

He tolerated the sloppy little kisses of the worn boy, tilting his head to meet Harry's lips as they kissed slowly. When the Slytherin parted, he pressed their foreheads together and smiled to Harry, holding him close still, affectionately.

"Felt good, didn't it? I would never do anything to harm you, Harry," He mumbled, moving in for another small kiss, "I love you." It was so easy to lie he didn't even have to think about lying and behaving badly anymore.

It was almost trance-like what Harry felt right now. He was warm, protected, and extremely pleased both emotionally and physically. All he wanted to do right now, still swept under the waves of pleasure, was snuggle and nuzzle the person he loved best. "Yes... I feel really nice now..." Harry said burying his face in Tom's neck, he was so warm now. Had he ever felt more comfortable than now?

"I want to do this forever..." He added giggling softly between kisses. And how could he not ever know that the world could offer such beautiful and wonderful things such as this? He would be thoroughly embarrassed by his lurid behavior afterward, but the Harry now thought the future Harry should shove off.

Riddle had never really been the cuddling nor nuzzle-y type so when Harry started to get that way on him, he tried his best to be content with it and to return the little affectionate gestures. Time was of the essence, however, and as much as he knew he himself was great company and lovely to be around... He knew that the bath late at night was definitely not the time nor place for it. Plus he needed a bit of a break, seeing as how they more than likely weren't going to go even further now, and not going further now meant it was wasting his time at the moment.

"As much as I'd love to stay... Harry," He started, moving to kiss the boy's forehead and to try and wade over towards one of the shallow sides of the tub. "You need to go to bed up in your dormitory, not the bathtub. Merlin forbid that nasty Filch find you here... And I think I've already overdone my powers for the night..." He nearly had slipped up and said 'Squib' instead of Filch and he was lying about the powers thing. If anything, he could probably coax the boy into his dormitory bed and go to bed with him... But Riddle really needed a bit of time apart from him to get his head on right. He even pretended to start slowly disappearing though, even though he could fully control the power at the moment.

Harry rubbed his eye's sleepily as he was left in the tub, he was aware of how drowsy their playing had made him. "Aww... Okay..." He pouted, still spoiled by that night’s escapade, again future Harry was slowly dying from embarrassment because of him.

"I'll see you later then." Harry said yawning halfway through the sentence. He really wanted Tom to stay longer, but it was true he did not want Filch to catch him after such a nice night. And nor did he want to make Tom sick or weak from over use.

Tom disappeared after saying a good night to the other student, smiling. At least in the form he was now, he could just will away the erection he had gotten from playing around with the Gryffindor instead of having to go to bed flustered or something.

Somehow that night he made it up to his dorm bed, and passed out the moment his head touched the pillow content and full of pleasure. That morning he had a rude awakening of Ron yelling "Blimey, Harry! Did a dog bite you while you were sleeping or what?!"

In the night, he had uncovered himself revealing the now very red bites left by Tom to mark him. He could have died then.

Riddle rested peacefully in the journal before awakening to that one annoying friend of Harry's, Weasley, asking him some stupid question. It took Riddle a moment or two to catch what he had actually said, realizing it must've been the bites and marks he left on his property last night and merely stayed quiet, amused.

The boy was probably completely embarrassed and he didn't see why, if anything, he should be quite fond of the marks he left on him. No matter. He merely just listened and stayed within his book like normal. He could've tried projecting himself out again but he'd rather save that for later.
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