the Gambler

Harry didn't intend to tell anyone what had just happened, and Cho kept crying before leaving, and her tears made him extremely uncomfortable.Harry hoped that the witch's sorrow could be brushed away, but that person would not be him.The dark-haired Gryffindor forced a smile, and now he needed to talk to Tom about the possibility of moving back.Think of pleasant things!Harry reminded himself that the sensitive Slytherin would surely notice.Harry didn't want to confide in Tom, not to mention that he wasn't a good listener, and he wanted to take the secret to his grave if possible.

Harry leaned against the wall in front of the cellar door, and after a while, Malfoy hurried out, maybe Draco, their relationship was not as bad as it used to be.The blond wizard looked at Harry with an inexplicable expression.

"It looks like Marvolo isn't in the lounge?" Harry asked.

"No, he just left, with Daphne Greengrass." Draco's lips twitched, and Harry could see that the other party was struggling to say something, but after waiting for a long time, the blond wizard didn't want to continue speaking .

"He went back to the suite?" Harry asked impatiently. He remembered that Tom would only go back to rest during the separation period, and now was not the time for Slytherin to leave the lounge.

Draco nodded.

After thanking Harry, he turned his head and left, vaguely hearing Draco's careful addition.

"He lost his temper a lot when he first came here."

The boy imagined many scenes when he returns, but the one in front of him is by no means one of them.

Tom's slender and Greengrass's softness intertwined, pale fingers deep into the witch's smooth brown hair, from Harry's position only Tom can be seen constantly changing angles to lick//lick the witch's Mouth, the sound of tsk tsk water is very clear in the silent corridor.

"Tom?" Before turning his mind, the other party's name blurted out.

As if someone used magic to stop time, the wizard who was named turned his head to look at Harry in surprise, his arm had already slid onto Greengrass's slender waist. flush.

They are kissing.

Tom and Greengrass are kissing.

For some reason, this knowledge made Harry feel cold. He brushed off the inexplicable discomfort, and said in a tone as relaxed as possible: "Seriously, make out at the door of the room? I thought you would be smarter, hiding here would To boost your popularity or something?"

Perhaps with a touch of irony.

"I didn't know you'd come back," said Tom quietly, his hand still on the shy witch.

"I wouldn't have come back if I'd known it was going to happen to me." Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I'm not going to sleep where you're having sex."

Yes, Tom's hand was already rubbing Greenglass's full breasts halfway through.

This is driven by desire.A disgusting feeling filled Harry's chest. Maybe he could accept it if it was love—no, he also hated to imagine Tom falling in love with someone else, Merlin, he's not an ordinary boy, he's the damned Dark Lord!The image of throwing Tom in a bed with anyone is -- unpleasant.

And he's uncomfortable.

"So you're planning to move back here." After a full minute of silence, Tom pushed Greenglass away to face Harry, his expression unwavering.Harry was even more uncomfortable.A little rebellious emotion slowly grew until it took away all reason.

"Not anymore." Harry turned and left, let them go to hell, kiss until the dark has nothing to do with him!

"Leave." Tom turned his head and gave instructions indifferently.

Daphne's eyes flicked back and forth between Potter and Riddle, and even though she wanted to continue the beautiful kiss, she knew that now was not the time to interrupt.Riddle was in a bad mood, and she knew it from the beginning, so she was a little honored that the wizard chose to relieve the pressure himself.Riddle's kissing skills were as perfect as his looks, and Daphne was thankful her mother had given her a pretty face, receiving more jealous looks on the way out of the cellar than she had in a whole year.Not all Slytherin girls have that opportunity.

Then Potter appeared, and she instantly understood where Riddle's anger was coming from.In Riddle's eyes, the weight of that Gryffindor is unquestionable, just think about what happened to Parkinson.

Daphne took two steps back and bowed to Riddle. She straightened her body and accelerated past Potter with the most graceful posture. When she passed by the boy, she couldn't help but glance at him.Potter was also in a bad mood, and Gryffindors were never good at hiding their emotions.

So that's the case, Daphne showed a clear smile, it seems that the rumors are also based.Oh, she wouldn't remind Riddle or Potter that, if she was right, it would take a long time before the two officially dated.And she will be useful, she has a hunch this is not her last appearance.Yes, and that wonderful kiss, no one will refuse to enjoy the ultimate sweetness again.Man is a creature driven by desire, so there is no need to feel ashamed.

Tom's natural desire to control means that he never gives in, even in extremely embarrassing situations.Harry knew this now more than anyone else.

When he was about to turn the corner, a petrification spell sent Harry's stiff body crashing to the ground.He could only hear the sound of Tom's leisurely footsteps slowly entering his ears, and then that handsome face appeared in his field of vision, and Harry was pulled up by the other party, and when the spell was lifted, he was already pressed against the cold stone wall by the handsome boy superior.

"I saw you kissing that Ravenclaw in the garden." Tom's first sentence caught Harry off guard.

"W-what?" Harry struggled to utter the word, his face starting to heat up again, damn it, did Tom see the whole thing!

Thrilled by the boy's sudden blush, Tom felt his own malice rushing out of his chest, and the mere thought of someone else making Harry look that way was too much for him to accept.The Gryffindor in front of him didn't even have the consciousness that he belonged to Tom Riddle!Tom may have become a little patient these days, but tolerating doesn't mean he'll share.

Harry Potter needs to know his position, he is Tom's soul mate, no one can touch him except himself!

There was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and Tom's cold tone could make any Slytherin tremble.Harry watched the other's exquisite face getting closer and closer to him, and his stomach twitched uncomfortably.

Tom brushed his lips against the corner of Harry's mouth. It was obviously an ambiguous gesture, but the words he spit out were full of sarcasm: "She seems to be crying and ran away. Kissing skills are terrible, Potter?"

The title made Harry frown.So Tom was in a bad mood because he interrupted his kiss with Greengrass just now?

"Yeah, not as good as you. Happy?" said Harry sarcastically.ha!Don't be silly, as if this sentence will hit him hard.

Tom tilted his head. He didn't expect Harry's reaction. He thought that the boy would pounce on him angrily, and then he could vent his inexplicable displeasure through a duel. He might like Harry a little, but it was only because of the other party is his property.Harry is a lot of fun, and he won't mind admitting the fact that he enjoys the company of boys.

There are some things he can't analyze yet.

Someday it will be clear, Tom grinned, what is needed now is to tame the beast in front of him, yes, those bright eyes just need to focus on him alone.That Zhang, he couldn't help the cruel thought, yes, Tom would let her know that there was a price to pay for touching her things casually.

Tom was very upset, and perhaps only Harry could see the turbulent undercurrent under the mask of frivolity.

"Are you jealous?" He asked uncertainly, this emotion itself has nothing to do with the Dark Lord, it's too stupid.The one who asked this question must have been trampled on his head by the troll.

With the same reaction Harry expected, Tom frowned: "I don't understand what you're talking about, the word itself is insulated from me."

"Then why are you angry? I don't even mind you making out with Greengrass here." That's a lie.

"I'm sorry, I'm more territorial." Tom squeezed Harry's shoulders hard, seeing the pain the boy was trying to hide, and the pleasure of revenge rose in his chest.The thought of Harry not caring about making out with someone made him sick, and the thought of Harry making out with someone else gave him the urge to hide the boy in a solid gold birdcage and destroy the key in person.

"Mind me reminding you that I never belonged to you?" Harry finally began to wake up, pushing Tom hard.

"You're mine, and only mine." Tom pulled Harry into his arms despite Harry's resistance, his nails digging into the boy's arm, "Do you still need me to carve my name on your body? with a quill, dear."

So the idea that Tom is actually jealous is kind of ridiculous.Harry never knew Tom was the jealous type, or rather possessive?There was a mixture of warmth and fear flowing through Harry, and he didn't know where this weird feeling came from, but it made him start to see Tom as a normal human being.Even the Dark Lord is a human being of flesh and blood.

And this creates new problems.

If Tom and Voldemort are so different, it becomes difficult to treat them as one.Harry had slowly accepted Tom's presence by his side, and for Merlin's sake, he had even begun to regard the boy as a delicate friend.Think of something to change the subject!This progress is too weird!

"You like to press people against the wall?" Harry frowned, and there was already a crowd of onlookers beside him at some point, and their pointing was about to step on his fragile nerves, not to mention the fact that he had to face it now. A troublesome Tom.The latter seemed to enjoy this reaction, his slender fingers slowly climbed up Harry's cheeks, slid along the contours of the face until the boy's chin was easily lifted, and the pressed lips were almost suspended above Harry.

"No, I just like to press you against the wall, maybe do something else more meaningful." Tom purred gutturally, like a docile big cat.

"Did you realize that you're no different from Mrs. Norris in rut?"

"Don't you want to soothe my restless mood? Use your body." Tom put his lower body close to Harry.

Somewhere the scorching heat penetrated the fabric and scalded Harry. He has never encountered a more embarrassing situation than this, and it was still in full view!Shameless!Harry's body stiffened.

"The tongue was eaten by the cat, huh? I have to admit that your previous behavior was very Slytherin." Tom squeezed his thighs between Harry's legs and rubbed gently. The thick cloth blocked the view of the onlookers, but both of them knew clearly What is the status quo.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you are satisfied. Get the hell out of here now." Harry became a little annoyed, and his tone couldn't help but become tough.

Tom raised his hands by his side, took three steps back, and looked at the furious Harry with a shark-like smile: "One day, I will let your beautiful mouth make the sound I want, Harry."

"You're a pervert, you know? A total pervert."