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Harry wants to fucking stab something.

He's only just entered the Slytherin common room — he made sure to look extra confused — and now bloody Tom Riddle wants to talk to him.

"Hello, Ri—Tom," Harry says stiffly. He almost says 'Riddle,' but covers it up quickly.

Tom doesn't seem to notice because he smiles back pleasantly. "Hadrian Peverell. Hmm... Slytherin. Why did the hat take so long to sort you?" Tom's eyes glint dangerously. "What are you hiding, Hadrian?"

"Shut up," Harry growls. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

Tom eyes the bruises on Harry's face and the way Harry limps as he heads for his dorm. "What the bloody hell happened to you?" Tom scoffs. "Got in a little scuffle?"

"I was locked in a cell and tortured for two months straight," Harry deadpans, bored. "Can I go now?"

Tom's face flickers with... concern? No, that can't be right.

Harry groans and limps into his dorm, where he claims the bed furthest from the door. There are two other beds, one of which has a trunk at the foot of it. He hasn't bothered to check the posting of who his roommates are, knowing it may only give him more anxiety about fucking up the future.

Then footsteps sound behind him and he whirls in panic. His hand flies to his wand, eyes wide, but he visibly relaxes at the sight of a handsome platinum haired boy with familiar gray eyes.

Harry's voice catches. "Draco...?"

"Hello, there," the boy who looks like Draco replies. "I'm Abraxas Malfoy. A fifth year. I believe we'll be living together."

Malfoy. Draco's grandfather? Why is every Malfoy so bloody attractive?

Harry coughs. "Oh, um, hello. Hadrian Peverell. Pleasure to meet you."

Abraxas raises an eyebrow, smiling. "Oh? Peverell, huh?" He turns around and calls, "Riddle! Have you met our roommate?"

Harry's eyes narrow to slits. Hell no.

Tom smirks at Harry's now pale face. "We've met."

"Roommate?" Harry asks weakly. Tom nods, maintaining intense eye contact. Harry gulps uneasily. "Wonderful."

"I'm going to meet up with Orion," Abraxas nods to both Harry and Tom before exiting the dormitory.

Tom steps closer to Harry, his breath on the time traveler's neck. "You can't hide anything, Hadrian," Tom whispers. "Trust me, I'll break you."

Harry internally shudders. "Try me, Riddle," he cocks an eyebrow.

Tom's shoulder brushes Harry's as he makes his way to his own bed and Harry can feel his stomach churning.

This mission to stop Voldemort is proving to be harder than he thought.

Befriend Tom Riddle? What is Death even thinking?

Knowing the young wizard, Harry would say that befriending Tom Riddle is even harder than destroying all of Voldemort's horcruxes.

It's going to take all of Harry's willpower to not kill him where he stands.

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Harry wakes up to an unpleasant face standing over him. Harry yelps, realizing that he's only wearing boxers, and scrambles to pull the sheets over his chest.

"Merlin!" Harry flushes as Tom pulls the covers off of him again.

"Up, Hadrian," Tom barks. "Breakfast is in half an hour."

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