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“I told you to be careful with the bubotuber pus, but did you listen to me? No, of course you didn't, you bloody idiot!” Tom spoke, eyes rolling as he strode in front of Harry, long legs keeping him just a pace ahead.
“I was careful! it's not my fault you chose that exact moment to distract me! If you hadn’t gotten so close, I wouldn’t have dropped it!” Harry complained, struggling to stay even footed with Tom.
Eyes rose as the loud exchange echoed through the great hall. It had been a week since Harry Potter had collapsed in potions, and most people thought Tom Riddle had something to do with it. Now that the two were so publicly arguing, students all around leaned forward in their seats, hoping to get a good view of the fight that was sure to ensue.
“Oh, don’t blame it on me, I know you can work through distractions. You proved that to me last week.” Riddle teased, mouth curling into a sly smirk.
Potter flushed, cheeks glowing red at the words, “do you have to bring that up now? We’re in the middle of the hall!” he spoke, burying his face in his hands.
Riddle stepped closer and students and teachers alike leaned in to see what happened next.
“Yes,” Riddle said, now directly in front of the other. Everyone seemed to collectively hold their breath as he grabbed Potter's arms, ripping them away so his flushed face was completely exposed.
Suddenly, Riddle shoved Potter backward, the other collapsing on his back on a cleared spot at the Gryffindor table. Gasps rang out at the sudden attack, and whispers flooded the hall as Potter leaned back on his arms, eyes glued on Riddle as he stalked closer.
Now standing between Potter's legs, Riddle plunged forward, grabbing him by the collars of his robes and-
And pressed their faces together in a violent kiss.
There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the hall descended into pandemonium. Gryffindors shouted, Hufflepuff's giggled, Slytherins looked on in shock.
Everyone's eyes were on the two boys, now fully making out on top of the long table.
Riddle grabbed Potter's legs, using them to drag the boy towards him, and clambered onto the table himself.
Hermione sat giggling a couple of seats away from the spectacle while Ron coughed up the 3 galleons he owed, grumbling.
A good minute had passed, and the noise of the hall had yet to cease. Colin Creevey was snapping pictures nearby, getting all the best angles. Finally, Riddle stood, picked Potter up bridal style, similar to how he had last week, and all but fled from the room.
The chatter was deafening. Most of the Gryffindors were tossing the money they had bet into a large sack Fred (or possibly George) was holding out, the occasional Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw throwing in some coins of their own.
Dumbledore slipped in a few coins when he thought no one was looking.
Outside the hall, Tom and Harry sat in a nearby alcove, cackling at the reactions they had gotten. After Harry had told Tom about Hermione and Ron figuring them out, he had suggested they hatch some type of grand reveal, in part so Harry could collect his earnings from the “who’s Harry Potter dating” betting pool.
Tom had agreed, and they spent a few days brainstorming how to go about it when Tom suggested that he make good on what he had said to Harry last week, and while he did find the thought of Tom bending him over in front of the entire great hall attractive, it might be a bit too much for the student population to take.
They ended up compromising, if Tom couldn’t fuck him in front of everyone, he could at the very least make out with him.
They'd leave anything more for later.
For now, Harry sat on Tom's lap, legs wrapped around the other as he pressed kisses all over his face. Both were smiling, glad to have their relationship out in the open.
“Did you see Snape's face as we were leaving? He looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel!” Harry giggled, Tom pressing a kiss to his cheekbone.
“I was a little distracted then, you'll have to show it to me with a Pensieve sometime,” Tom spoke, smiling against the soft skin of Harry's cheek.
“How did this all start from you pouring leech juice in my potion?” Harry sighed, leaning his head back to give Tom better access to the skin of his neck. “It isn’t the most romantic way to start things.”
“No,” Tom smirked, “but it’s what happened, and it was all for the better wasn’t it?”
Gazing up at him, Harry softly smiled.
“I love you, Tom.”
Tom smirked, “I know.”
Laughing, Harry smacked the others arm
“Bastard.”