the Gambler

The first Hogsmeade weekend was tomorrow, and everyone was excitedly discussing how to spend it. Harry received a lot of dating invitations from girls, but they kindly declined them.Noticing their friend's difficulties, Hermione and Ron suggested taking Ginny out, who had just broken up with her boyfriend and was in a terrible mood.

"——Harry? Harry!" Ron's loud voice rang in his ears, and Harry looked at him suspiciously. He seemed to have just interrupted a passionate speech, his arms were still waving in the air, and his brows were frowning. I looked at myself in a group, "So absorbed? I called you several times and there was no response."

"Sorry, I was thinking about the mission Dumbledore assigned," Harry lied casually, "I don't know how to get Slughorn's memory at the Christmas party."

It can't be blamed for Harry being distracted, he was thinking about Tom's business, really, the two finally enjoyed a long period of peace, and Harry gradually began to like Tom's company, but because of the inexplicable mixed-race argument, everything went back to origin.Perhaps it shouldn't be said that it was Harry who chose to fall back to his original position.

Ron showed a pensive expression this time. It took him nearly a minute to hold back a word of comfort: "No problem, he likes you now, doesn't he, Hermione?"

"I don't know, after all, according to the headmaster, it must be a difficult task, and for Professor Slughorn, it is also a secret that he would rather bury deep in his heart and take to the grave." Hermione He kept knocking on the table, his mouth tightly pursed into a thin line, "Are you going to use Felicity Elixir?"

"Well, I want to see if I can use Lily to impress him. Since he came out again, it means that he still feels guilty about his past. Maybe the effect of the bitterness card will be good, but I have to rely on the two of you to deal with other people. , at least give Slughorn and I five minutes alone."

"Leave it to us." Ron patted his chest and promised loudly.

After successfully distracting his friend's attention, Harry's thoughts went back to that handsome Slytherin.It was true that Harry chose to leave, but Tom didn't keep him either.He used the Shattering Curse on the ice edge hanging in front of him, and his depressed mood improved a little.

"Forget about the unpleasantness, Harry," said Ron, grinning.

"That's right, the boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, and with the effect of the lucky potion, there is no problem." Hermione changed the subject in a hurry. They seemed to think that Harry was unhappy because of the excessive pressure, and the latter was also rational. No rebuttal, the last thing he needed right now was for Hermione to confirm her guess.That Harry James Potter shouldn't like Tom Marvolo Riddle would be the biggest joke of the century.

"Well, I'm looking forward to tomorrow's Hogwarts weekend." Harry shrugged pretending to be relaxed. Cloak of invisibility.Harry stretched himself, and walked quickly out of the doorway. It was the time for the daily Slytherin gatherings, and Tom should still be in the cellar.

Harry opened the door cautiously. The room was quiet, even the flame in the fireplace was quite weak.It was obvious that no one was there, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked slowly to the suitcase, and pulled out the invisibility cloak inside.The sudden gasp made him almost drop the thing on the ground.Harry listened carefully to the source of the sound, holding his breath, and finally focused on the bathroom.

The blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, and the successive panting and weak breathing made Harry suddenly realize what he had bumped into.The heat burned from his head to his toes, making him dizzy with embarrassment.He moved lightly towards the exit, and called out his name in a hoarse voice full of passion//desire, and Harry was really stunned on the spot.His feet finally went limp uncontrollably, and Harry fell to the ground with his head buried deep between his legs. He gasped for breath, hoping that the cold air would calm him down.But no matter how hard he tried, his face was still hot.Too bad he didn't expect this situation at all.

Merlin, Tom desires his body!

This is not unexpected, but the personal experience is still beyond his tolerance.Shock was no longer enough to describe Harry's mood, and he began to think carefully about the way Tom got along with himself.The older boys were always going out of their way to get his attention, and oh, everything he said included provocations, fights, and flirting.Yes, flirting.If you use the witch's thinking mode, the other party is like a teenager driven by hormones.

Tom isn't a saint, he doesn't think 'oh I just want you to be happy' to dictate his behavior, damn he can do anything, he'll torture people to get himself out of his irritability haha Li couldn't be more clear, except that his circle of friends was safe and sound, other people who dared to have a little close contact with him were on the other party's attack list, and Tom had no intention of hiding it at all.

His faithful desire//hope.

A piece of robe jumps into view, Harry looks up in confusion, Tom is watching himself against the doorframe with his chest crossed, his face is flushed after release, but his tone has no sense of shame caught: "I only want you now .Although there is not much demand for that, but you can always make me hard."

"Stay away from me, pervert." Harry was so flustered that he couldn't choose what to say. Realizing that he had lost his composure, he gave Tom a sorry look.

Tom wasn't angry, he twisted his stiff neck, gathered his open robe, and his slender legs were looming. "Be careful with the timing of that word, Harry. You've crossed the line. If so, you'd be in my bed by now."

Harry clenched his hands tightly, but said nothing.

"Why don't you separate me from Voldemort?" Tom said softly. The separation of identities is actually a ridiculous proposal, because he knows better than anyone else that Voldemort is and will definitely be his future self. Lee's defensiveness when facing himself.

Oh, it worked, he could already see the struggle in the boy's eyes.

"I'm not Voldemort yet." Tom approached Harry slowly until the tip of their noses touched. He held the boy's cheek, breathed lightly, and spoke softly but firmly, "You know I'm not yet."

Satisfied with Harry's silence, Tom took a few steps back, waved his hand and said goodbye to him, and left the bedroom as if nothing had happened.Harry buried his face in his knees again, which was not what he wanted.Tom must have a conspiracy.He gritted his teeth, waited until his legs stopped trembling, stuffed his stuff into the pocket that had been cursed with expansion, and fled back to the tower in a staggered manner.

Tom was very upset.He hid in the shadows and watched the back of Harry fleeing in a hurry, his clenched fists left many deep and shallow fingernail marks.When the sound of footsteps disappeared, he hammered hard against the wall, and the intense pain relieved his boredom a little.Perhaps it was time for Malfoy to play a role.Tom smiled contemptuously, and no one could escape him, neither did Harry.

So when Harry whirlwinded into the Slytherin lounge, he felt an indescribable joy.Frenzied rage swirled around the boy, and even the snakes in the cracks in the cellar hissed and complained.Harry was the best, Tom shuddered comfortably, he couldn't wait to put him under him and love him.

As the portrait opened, Harry frowned at the wreckage that filled the room.There was an open space in the center of the lounge, and a strange wizard curled up at Tom's feet. His screams made Harry couldn't help but clenched his wand tightly.

Earlier, Hermione told herself that Tom vented his displeasure by torturing people, and he didn't really care that much, heck, he'd been in times worse than that.But thinking of what Tom might do, his heart sank.As more and more injured students appeared in the medical wing, Draco hinted again and again that he would take action, and he really couldn't bear it any longer.

The sight in front of him was not what he longed to see, even if that crying figure belonged to the loathsome Slytherin.

Harry clearly realized that he had become the focus, and everyone's expectant eyes were too heavy, and he suddenly regretted his hot-headed decision.Directing Tom's anger to himself was a thankless decision, plus Dumbledore, think about it carefully, no matter what, Tom would not make a drastic move.Harry let out a sigh of relief, and walked up to Tom, walking steadily.

He was just hopelessly stupid about Tom.

Harry looked over the shoulder of the smiling Slytherin and noticed that Draco behind him had visibly relaxed, his already pale face was even more lifeless, and even the usual arrogance had disappeared.He rolled his eyes, grabbed Tom's wrist who still did not stop casting spells, and interrupted the other party's lack of interest in the entertainment.

"Is there something wrong with my eyes, or are you enjoying it?" Harry said disgustedly. "They're not your thing."

"Since you know it well, you shouldn't interfere with me. I'm just passing the time," Tom shrugged nonchalantly, and returned Harry with a malicious smile, "They are too boring."

Harry was so angry that his teeth were itching, he reached out and grabbed the front of Tom's robe, and stared fiercely: "Are you out of your mind? Just tormenting others just because you're bored?"

"If they only have this purpose, why don't they use their only advantage?" Tom sneered and glanced at the surrounding Slytherins. Their faces were pale and their bodies trembled under the inspection eyes. Dare to stand up and resist.Tom snorted, time is really a rotten thing, if the group of cowardly mice in front of him were placed in the past, they wouldn't even be able to see it.It's so sad.

"Playthings or anything else, you shouldn't torture anyone, it's too cruel." Harry took a deep breath, he knew that this kind of reason couldn't convince Tom, and sure enough the other party repeated it in an indifferent tone the next moment.

"I'm really bored."

"Listen, can you find something to do? You can't torture people all day, you will get tired of it one day." Harry tried to convince Tom that this is true, even if the other party can come up with a million creative tortures The way, the screams and screams are the same, Tom will always get bored, and then?Will the future Dark Lord give up torture and replace it with killing?

"I couldn't find anything more interesting than you, but you escaped." Tom casually cast another spell on the wizard under his feet, and the other's body that had just recovered from it began to convulse again.

"Curse stops," Harry said casually, his eyes fixed on Tom's face without blinking.Harry held the wand tightly with his left hand, and broke Tom's chin with his right hand. The emerald green locks the lake blue. He noticed that there was no emotion in the other party's eyes, "I don't know if this understanding is correct. You mean if I am by your side, you Will this absurd behavior stop?"

"I've hinted at that from the beginning."

"This is so stupid." Harry shrugged, he didn't know how he managed to stay calm in this situation, Tom sounded like a kid who craved his attention, obviously funny, Harry laughed at himself, look For Merlin's sake, he was the real Dark Lord.

"Obvious facts, but it's useless to deny." Tom glanced at the panting body on the ground, his hand that raised his wand again was pressed by Harry, Tom raised half of his eyebrows, "Now is exactly what you need to show heroism Don't you plan on sacrificing your own time to save those poor bastards?"

"I'm not heroic." Harry firmly denied, noticing Tom's mocking expression and the rebuttal he was about to say, he quickly added, "Shut up, Tom."

"I agree." Tom smiled smugly.

"Agreed to what?" Harry asked suspiciously, his head still unable to keep up with Tom's leaping thoughts.

"You want to replace them, don't you? You don't want to see me continue to torture innocent people."

"I didn't say I was going to—" Harry retorted loudly, his words turning a corner when he saw Tom torture the poor creature on the ground again, and his tone was terribly cold, "You're a bloody bastard."

"I like you too." Tom smiled charmingly, as if quickly changing from a ferocious big bad wolf to a docile little white rabbit, which made Harry's alarm bell ring, and the light in the other's eyes told himself that he had completely fallen into the trap. The hunter's trap.Tom leaned close to Harry, and passed his fingers through the boy's five fingers erotically, and his brisk tone made everyone tremble: "Then, the first step to get back to me is to move back—"

"I'm so sorry to torment who you want to torment, I don't care, Tom." Harry gritted his teeth and interrupted Tom's soliloquy, spitting out words that hissed like snakes in anger.

Tom frowned. This was different from the plan. He admitted that in the name of pursuit, he deliberately touched the opponent's bottom line repeatedly, trying to force Harry Gryffindor to make good use of it, but the boy chose to back down.Harry is slowly changing, becoming more and more unpredictable, and he needs to close the net as soon as possible.

Tom looked up and met Harry's completely dark eyes, like a bottomless lake, empty and hopeless.

He should have smashed his favorite treasure with his own hands, and Harry's refusal made his chest a dull pain.