the Gambler

10 minutes had passed, and from the corner of his eye, Harry saw quite a few people staring at him in amazement, and he couldn't blame them. Considering that Harry was petrified and picked up by Tom with a disgraced princess, he didn't know that Tom was planning to put Wherever he takes it, it's definitely not a place he likes.His powerlessness and frustration became more pronounced as Tom walked up the eighth floor, kicking open the carved wooden door and closing it behind the Room of Requirement.

Harry was pressed against the wall and kissed by Tom the moment the door closed. His shock made his mind go blank, and he didn't even react when the other's tongue stuck into his mouth.

A muffled protest escaped Tom's throat, and he lifted the spell with a wave.

The Slytherin was busy now, wrapping one hand tightly around Harry's waist and pulling the boy closer to him, while the other hand grabbed Harry's messy black hair and pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth.Harry's hand was propped between the two of them, and Tom could feel the boy's weak struggle. He deepened the kiss, and the sound of saliva exchanged was very clearly heard in the silent space.Harry felt his breath being taken away. He reached out and grabbed Tom's front to support himself with trembling legs. The holly wand he had just recovered slipped from his palm and lay quietly on the ground.

This is not how he imagined Tom would react when he knew his true identity. Harry wanted to push the boy on top of him. Nothing was right. Tom should be eager to kill himself. Harry even made a death fight Prepare.

Why did things become like this?This, Harry thought in a panic, is not right and needs to stop now.But his hands couldn't follow his orders at all. Harry was familiar with the touch of Tom's hair, familiar with the touch of Tom's skin, and now he was using his own hands to feel all this again.The link between Tom and Harry was opened at some point, and the double excitement and joy piled up in Harry's already chaotic mind. This kind of extreme pleasure was something he had never felt before, and he felt that he would be paralyzed the next moment. on the ground.

Damn it, Harry didn't know what mood he was in to face the Room of Requirement now.After that inexplicable thought, he was pushed down on the big soft bed by Tom, who looked at him greedily like a hunter.Harry tried to stretch out his hands to protect, he didn't know what to protect, instinct drove him to escape from Tom's grasp, heck, he was dazzled by the other's kiss, he knew he was like a good dish in Tom's eyes , the tall boy seemed to have plans to tear him apart.Goosebumps came out in groups.

After several failed attempts, Harry barely supported his upper body on his elbows and slowly backed away, while Tom climbed onto the bed gracefully, never taking his eyes off the embarrassed boy for a moment.Harry's breath was caught in his throat, the dim purple light hit Tom's figure, outlining the perfect outline, the tip of his tongue slightly stretched out and swipe around the beautiful lips, Harry could clearly see Tom lips become shiny.The boy regretted at the moment why he had listened to Tom's suggestion to correct his eyesight, which was too bad, and he knew his body was slowly getting excited.

Closing his eyes tightly, Harry's breathing was still rapid, Tom's chuckle hit his earlobe, and in the next second, his lips were occupied again, Tom seemed to be concentrating all his energy on this kiss, His hand slowly slid under Harry's clothes, and the cool fingertips made Harry's body tremble uncontrollably.

"Why don't you admit that you want me too—" Tom said against Harry's lips, each sound brushing gently against the boy's burning skin.

Panic had taken over Harry's body, it seemed like the whole world was falling apart, so Tom knew from the very beginning that he liked him, that's why Tom was always laughing at himself with those intimacy, that's why Tom put himself under pressure now bed.Like being poured from the head by ice water, all the impulses disappeared in an instant.Harry grabbed the sheets as if he was holding on to the last life-saving rope. Yes, all he could feel from the beginning to the end was Tom's possession, excitement and pleasure, which he should have guessed earlier, driving him to do this. This behavior is only about desire and not love.Harry took a deep breath, he could feel Tom's hesitation.

"What's the matter?" Tom said in a voice full of passion//lust, the slightly hoarse low voice is very sexy//, if Harry could not help but blush before realizing it, now he feels that there is nothing better than this Even more ironic.Harry shoved the dazed tall boy away hard, and the other's eyes cleared for a moment, although Harry could still see the well-disguised confusion.

"Stay away from me." Harry quickly crawled out of bed, bent down to pick up the wand on the ground, and looked into Tom's dim eyes.

"Why stop?" Tom frowned. He didn't know what he had done wrong. One moment they were kissing in a daze, as if tomorrow was the end of the world, and the next moment Harry was a completely different person.He could feel Harry's suppressed pain through the link, which made his chest tense. Logically speaking, his kissing skills should be great?Tom shook his head to clear out the messy thoughts. Hell, he was the best kisser even Abraxas, who had been in love for a long time, would admit.So it's not my problem——

Tom tilted his head and asked, "You don't like sleeping with men?"

Harry felt so stupid that he must have been confounded to respond to Tom's kiss.He wants to beat himself up now, he hates Tom like this, and even more hates himself who is tempted by him.So stupid.Harry stuffed his wand casually into his pocket, not in the mood to respond to Tom's questioning gaze.Harry was distraught now, really, how could he like a bastard who had no feelings at all.

"I don't like having sex with you//." Harry ignored Tom's shocked expression and fled out of the room after hastily dropping the words.Oxygen seems to be stripped from the body, no one can make himself so difficult, and various complex emotions are piled up.He carefully closed the link, he needed to be quiet, Harry ran quickly despite his still weak legs, he could hear someone calling his name behind him, but he didn't want to think about anything anymore.

Harry packed up his messy thoughts and went back to the room he shared with Tom, yes, room, home sounds too ironic.He knew that Tom's eyes had been following him, but he couldn't convince himself to meet the handsome face of the tall boy, and it was difficult for him to maintain his calm mask just thinking about those unpleasant memories brought by Tom.

Harry took out "Defense Against the Dark Arts Advanced Level" on the bookshelf. It was given to him by Tom from the secret room. It was written in a language that only Parseltongue could understand. He flipped through a few pages, not knowing what it said , his mind is not on the book at all.A pair of hands firmly grasped his wrist, with a light force, and his body temperature was slightly lower than ordinary people.The owner of the hand belonged to Tom, the one and only Tom Riddle.That sounds so sad, Harry thought sarcastically.

The boy slapped himself mentally. Now that he knew his true identity, Tom naturally didn't want Harry to continue touching his precious books.He closed the book and handed it to Tom, without looking at the deep frown on the other side's face at the moment. Of course, he didn't know that Tom's expression was rarely disturbed.

"I didn't mean to let you read the book." Tom said quietly, he was a little overwhelmed, damn he didn't know where he offended Harry, maybe Harry felt that he was forcing him?Maybe Harry really doesn't like having sex with him?It's all so confusing, sex itself isn't a particularly serious thing for Tom, or is Harry's traditional Muggle thinking making him unacceptable?But Harry did enjoy kissing himself, Tom was sure of that.

"I don't understand why you're angry," Tom looked down for Harry's gaze, but the latter kept avoiding him, which made Tom even more irritable. Ask for your permission."

Harry's nails dug deep into the flesh, pain replaced anger, he met Tom's eyes for the first time, and said firmly: "I hope there will be no next time, whether you agree or disagree has nothing to do with these things," he took a deep breath With a sigh, "If you need relief, go to any Slytherin, I'm not something you can use to relieve stress."

"I'm not the one to-"

"Forget it, just don't bring it up again." Tom's defense was interrupted by Harry, he watched the struggling expression appear on the boy's face, and the uneasiness was getting heavier and heavier. It was the first time Tom encountered an unsolvable thing, Harry eluded him, and he didn't like it.

Harry distanced himself from Tom, he needed to change the subject, he didn't want to make their relationship more awkward, he didn't understand what Tom was thinking, shouldn't he raise the magic spell and cast the Killing Curse on himself now?To be honest, all the conflicts between them in the past were not as big as this time. Tom has always done it without hesitation. Why does his temperament change so much now?

"Why are you still here?"

"You want me to leave? I don't want to go to the cellar." Tom lowered his head and stared intently at Harry, seeing the other's complicated expression, he quickly added, "I don't want you to go to the tower either. This is where we live together, isn't it?" ?”

Harry stomped impatiently.

"I mean why didn't you go to Voldemort, you're the same person, aren't you? He'll be happy to accept you, and you'll get the freedom you've always wanted." Harry felt it took all his energy to say that , He didn't understand what he was thinking, maybe there was a sense of self-deprecation, "You have wanted to get rid of me for a long time, and now Principal Dumbledore has not returned, and no one can restrain you at all."

"You don't want me to go." Tom took a step closer, "And I have no plans to go to him for the time being."

"I don't think you are the type who will consider my wishes. Why don't you plan to find him?"

"Although Voldemort is me in the future, I still don't fully agree with many ideas. I don't mean to deny his idea that wizards are higher than Muggles, and I don't think the death of the light side is his mistake," Tom explained, " War is war, and victory and change deserve blood and death, and losses on both sides are inevitable."

Harry sneered: "According to what you said, I don't even understand why you didn't go to him, since your ideas are basically the same."

"I want to ensure the healthy growth of all wizarding children, and I don't want them to come into contact with those disgusting and lowly Muggles. The magic flowing in our bodies itself proves that we are superior." Tom took another step, and now he stretched out his hand. You can grab Harry's shoulder, "I don't understand why I would kill a baby in swaddling because of an ambiguous prophecy. If you have the power to conquer me, you should stand on the battlefield and fight me."

"I gave you a repressed childhood. I don't want to blindly follow the older me, I need to know him before making a decision. You don't want to see me join him. I know the real reason why Dumbledore asked you to spy on me , he hopes to delay time."

"If the Headmaster comes back you'll never be able to leave," said Harry.

"Then I'll leave before he comes back, but he won't be back in a short time, will he?" Tom took Harry's hand and sat down on the sofa. "Tell me, what kind of person is Voldemort?"