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“You know exactly what you did, you bloody wanker!” Harry was apoplectic as he screamed these words at the boy standing across from him.
“I'm not quite sure I do, care to explain?” Tom Riddle, the smug bastard, had the audacity to smirk at Harry's rage. That ponce.
“Oh, I'm sorry, did you forget that you accidentally dropped that leech juice into my shrinking potion? The reaction melted my cauldron into goo, I could've died if some had gotten on me! Not to mention you made me look like an idiot in front of the entire class!”
Riddle laughed, the smirk on his face growing.
Harry was fuming, burning with rage.
Snape had given them the, at least to his standards, not too difficult task of making a shrinking potion today.
Harry, while not the best potioneer, had actually been confident that he could pass with an acceptable at the very least when out of nowhere bloody Tom Riddle flounces along and drops an entire bottle of leech juice in his, might he add, near-perfect potion.
The ponce had leaped back, a whispered oops leaving his lips as that stupid smirk appeared, and the room descended into chaos.
Harry's potion rapidly ate through his cauldron, the table, and then the floor. Gryffindors leaped back with shrieks as Slytherins cackled at his misfortune.
Snape chose that moment to vanish the now bright red Harry's potion, giving him a T in front of the entire class. He then noticed a droplet of acid that had eaten through a spot on Harry's shoe, told Riddle to walk him to the hospital wing, and then awarded the git 15 points for showing compassion to his peers.
The greasy bat.
Obviously, there was nothing wrong with Harry as the acid had completely missed his skin, which is why he now found himself standing in the middle of the corridor outside the great hall with Riddle instead of the hospital wing.
He shoved Riddle with as much strength as he could, sending the other boy crashing into the corridor wall.
Sneering, Riddle pushed himself off the hard stone, coming towards Harry with a murderous glint in his eyes.
Riddle apparently decided to return the favor, as he pushed Harry harder than he had imagined possible, sending him crashing against the wall so hard the breath was knocked out of him.
He gasped for air, one hand pressed against the wall to support himself while the other rubbed the back of his head where it had crashed into the stone.
Ow. That's gonna leave a mark.
Stalking towards Harry with the fluidity of a snake, Riddle's glare was sharp enough to slit someone's throat.
To be honest, the look he was on the receiving end of was making him a little nervous, but Harry was a Gryffindor, hailed for his bravery, so he stood his ground and growled at the Slytherin now directly in front of him.
Riddle was so close that Harry could feel his breath fanning across his face, which by the way, smelled of fresh peppermint.
To his dismay, he had to tilt his head back slightly to meet Riddle's gaze from this distance, and he stared into the cold brown eyes with as much hate as he could muster.
Harry had expected the boy to reach for his wand and burn him to ashes right then and there, which is why it came as such a surprise when he instead shoved him against the wall and slammed their mouths together.
A surprised, embarrassing, squeak escaped Harry, his green eyes blown wide as Riddle pulled him into a deeper, much deeper, kiss.
Riddle bit down harshly on his bottom lip, a groan escaping him at the sharp pain, while Riddle took it as an opportunity to shove his tongue in his mouth.
Harry would have liked to say it had been a battle for dominance, tongues wrestling and bodies grinding to see who came out on top, but in truth, he went completely limp at Riddle's advances.
His eyes were rolling back in his head and his mind was blank, flashes of hot, wet, soft, rapidly flipping through as Riddle's tongue massaged his own, pressing against every part of his mouth.
His arms were held above his head in a tight grip, trapping him in place, not that he had the strength to attempt an escape anyway.
Riddle rolled his hips against Harry's own at the same time he pulled his lips away, leaving his mouth open and panting, and the moan that escaped Harry at that moment echoed in the empty corridor.
Hips still rolling, he nipped at the skin on Harry's jaw, warm, wet tongue soothing the abused skin after every love bite. Harry whined and whimpered at the mix of pain, pleasure, pleasure, pain coursing through him at every movement of the other.
He could feel his heart rate speeding along with his breath, Riddle's own breath growing sharper and quicker paced as well. He was so painfully hard he felt light-headed.
A sharp bite to the junction of his neck and a roll of the hips had Harry seeing stars, his vision flashed white, and a loud groan escaped him as his body tensed, about to orgasm.
Riddle pulled back in a flash, and to his embarrassment, without the support of another body pressed against his own, Harry collapsed to the floor.
Riddle's face was bright red, one hand pressed against his mouth as he looked down at Harry, confusion, lust, pleasure, and something Harry couldn’t name all flashing in his chocolate brown eyes.
Almost as quickly as he had pulled away, Riddle turned around and fled down the corridor, leaving Harry staring at his retreating form, flushed and dazed from the surprise snogging.
He pressed the tips of his fingers against his abused lips, still wet with a mix of Riddle's and his saliva.
“...What the fuck was that.”