the Gambler

Harry spent a long time in the bathroom, and it wasn't Ron or Hermione who found him.It's Tom.There was undisguised anger on the opponent's face, and he grabbed Harry's arm so hard that even the bruises slowly emerged.Just when he was so frustrated that he had nowhere to vent, facing the instigator, Harry's anger suddenly came up.He bent his elbow and hit Tom's soft belly with painful force, pushing him aside as the boy groaned, opened the compartment door and walked out quickly.

Tom wiped away the blood from the cut on his arm during the impact and threw Harry to the ground. Both of them dropped their wands, and beat each other like Muggles. Tom took advantage of his length and reached out to grab the little guy. The boy's hair slammed against the floor.The sound of the broken nose made Harry wince, dripping blood fell on the clean floor tiles, and the pain was transmitted along the nerve endings to the cerebral cortex.Harry blinked his eyes to get rid of the dizziness, sharp icicles suddenly grew out of the puddle that his palm touched, and pierced Tom's palm that was holding Harry down. With instinctive retreat, he rolled over and bent his knees to push Tom away, straddling him On the struggling Slytherin.

He didn't know how to vent his dissatisfaction, so he could only punch and punch the people below until the blood dripped all over Tom's handsome face.An unbearable sense of frustration swept over Harry's body. He bent down and buried his head in Tom's chest, his bangs blocking his view.

Tom could only feel Harry's heavy breathing and twitching shoulders.

no tears.

Disgust, pain, guilt, and relief all intertwined, making him extremely sick.The clenched fist was filled with scarlet blood, Harry's and his own, and he never knew he would hate the sticky feel so much one day.Tom closed his eyes, stretched his limbs, and let Harry cry silently. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't feel that he still had the strength to comfort him.He was just as frustrated and exhausted.

The door leading to the bathroom was suddenly pushed open, and the visitor exclaimed at the bloody scene in front of him, and the subsequent click told the two present that it was time to be alone again.Harry sighed softly, and got up from Tom. His nose bridge was still crooked, his face was covered with salty liquid, and even his vision was shaken and blurred.Tom was no better.Not knowing who started it first, the two started laughing wildly and hysterically.

Tom cast 'restore as before' and 'clean up' at will, he walked to the edge of the sink, scooped up clean water and poured it on his head, shaking his head and throwing out the drops of water, Harry couldn't help snorting.

"Won't you straighten your appearance?" said Tom.

Harry smiled wryly at himself in the mirror.He lowered his eyelids, letting Tom help him straighten his messy clothes.

Maybe for the last time to be that close to Tom again.Harry smiled bitterly. He quickly stretched out his hand to pull the other party's collar, tiptoed and pressed his lips to Tom's. It was not a sweet kiss, and the smell of rust was so disgusting that he wanted to spit it out, but Harry still insisted on staying close to Tom.

this is the last time.

Half a minute later, Tom separated the two first, and he carefully looked at Harry's face, his brows wrinkled.

"What happened to you?"

"Experiment." Harry smiled, even though his heart was in pain now, "I wanted to do an experiment. It turned out that there was no spark at all. Tom, I don't like you as much as I thought."

Tom's eyes were filled with turmoil, and he pushed Harry to the edge of the sink: "You are experimenting in the wrong way." Then he lifted the boy to the cold tiles, and pulled the boy's head down to be at eye level with him, " That's what a real trial should be."

The two pairs of lips pressed together and stroked gently, and Tom's tongue flexibly traced the outline of Harry, motioning for the other to open his mouth.Harry didn't give in, he pursed his lips and turned his head away.The boy's refusal made Tom stop, and his anxiety spread from his chest. He didn't know what his mood represented, maybe it was the injury to his self-esteem that had never been rejected?

"There's something wrong with you." Tom opened his mouth after deliberation. He pushed aside Harry's forehead hair that covered the lightning-shaped scar and examined it carefully: "Has he bothered you recently? Is your scar hurting again?"

Harry shook his head.

"So what's going on? You're out of shape today—not like the you I know."

"You never really knew me, Tom," said Harry sullenly, "what you know is just an illusion you want to see. I'm not a perfect Slytherin. Maybe I have the cunning of a snake, but the core is still It's a lion."

Tom propped himself up on the table and rolled over to sit next to Harry, his head thrown back against the mirror, his hand firmly grasping Harry's.

"You're the fiery snake," sighed Tom, "the most special little snake."

Trelawney's prophecy slipped into Harry's mind, and he froze in place, not knowing what to say.Tom didn't care, and continued to talk to himself: "Voldemort and I are dark green snakes. It's reasonable. I need to make a decision among you, because I will control the entire battle."

"I didn't know you would believe that crazy woman," Harry suppressed his panic, "You know she's a grandstanding liar, those prophecies are fake, and she hints at my death in every class."

Tom turned his head to look at Harry with a serious expression: "You know that is a real prophecy, Harry."

"I think she's just a bumbling liar."

"That tells me the real prophecy," said Tom, "the prophecy of the Department of Mysteries. I know you're the only one who heard it. Tell me, does that agree with Trelawney's later prophecy?"

"Of course not!" Harry exclaimed.

"You raise your voice and dilate your pupils, it's a sign of denial," Tom concluded calmly, his eyes never leaving Harry's face, "The prophecy is true, we are destined to kill each other until one side succumbs to the other. "

"I don't want to talk about it." Harry frowned, and he took his hand away from Tom's. "I'm leaving."

Tom grabbed the boy who was trying to escape again, and the other party's sense of uncertainty made him unable to bear to press further. He still had a long time to get his words out of Harry's mouth, so he could put them aside.More important now are other questions.

"Why didn't you admit to being attracted to me, Harry?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Tom."

"I'm not just attracted to you emotionally, you can also feel a strong sexual//drive," Tom said with perfect expert attitude, "I can feel the acceleration every time you are close to me heart and stiff body, you want me."

Harry looked away, and said dully, "That's just a hormonal instinct, it doesn't mean I'm attracted to you."

"That's easier. Why don't you have sex with me//love? It's not something to struggle with." Tom was trying to hammer common sense into Harry's stubborn head, he needed Harry to accept his point of view, Sarah Cha, he wanted Harry, from the first time he saw him!Tom suppressed his annoyance, and narrowed his eyes helplessly, "Perfect sex//Life will have a healthy effect on the body, you must know that negative emotions such as anger, sadness, guilt and guilt will slowly eat away at the strong body , have adverse effects on the physiology, and having sex can relax a long-term depressed mental state."

"I don't care which book you read to say this, and I don't care if they're true, or is sex based on love just so incomprehensible to you?" Harry jumped off the sink, " I don't want to have a relationship with you like this, no matter how you persuade me."

"You need love." Tom rubbed his frown, slowly becoming embarrassed under Harry's gaze.Harry could see the struggle in the other's eyes, and finally Tom looked up to meet his eyes, and the indifferent words came out of his thin lips, with a trace of sadness that was too faint to detect: "You are asking for the only thing I don't have." stuff, Harry."

Tom didn't understand why he was so depressed, Harry had the power to make his emotions fluctuate.It felt like turning into a kid, even though he hated to admit it.Contrary to himself, Harry was an emotional Gryffindor, his likes and dislikes so obvious that when the boy finally put on a mask to hide his grief, he didn't even know how to react.

Deep down, Slytherin knew he wanted to please Harry.It's funny, when you think about it, he's the one who's been actively provoking, drawing the boy's attention from the others to himself.All he wanted Harry to think about was Tom.

Do you like it?or is it love?

Tom snorted, frankly, he didn't have those positive feelings.He was born flawed, but that flaw made him perfect.Love makes people soft, and he doesn't need to be soft. This is a part that can be stabbed easily. Tom will not hesitate to use those weaknesses to slowly tear down all the obstacles in front of him.This is a reasonable calculation, especially now that he knows that he is the most powerful dark wizard of this era, none of them, he is destined to stand at the top.

Even so, he still couldn't erase Harry's suddenly darkened eyes from his mind, and the back of the other party's leaving image was played back over and over again by the VCR.Tom clutched at the place where his heart was throbbing muffled in an obnoxious rhythm.So was the sudden joy at seeing Harry, all pointing to words that disgusted him.

Like or love?He didn't know it, but the racing heart, the cold hands and feet, and the longing to touch were real.It is completely in line with the description in the book about being tempted, if those things are indeed scientifically based.Occasionally, Muggles are also strange creatures. They say that when facing someone they like, the body will secrete dopamine and adrenaline, the neurotransmitters known as love stimulants.Maybe sometime Tom needs to check it out.

Tom was pretty sure that the way Harry smiled at other people made him cranky, an emotion called jealousy.

That should be liked.

He likes the curvature of the boy's mouth when he laughs, the frown when the boy is confused, the fine lines on the nose when the boy is angry, and the burning emerald eyes when the boy is angry.

But love?He doesn't know.

"I may never love you, but I will try to cherish you."

This is the best compromise he can make.

"I'm sorry I can't take it, Tom," said Harry quietly. "Don't bring it up again, I think friends are just fine."

However, it is not enough.Far from enough.