Tomarry One Shots

Dîner d'amour

Summary: Tom was supposed to have a peaceful dinner, but when a disturbed Harry showed up at his door, telling him how he kissed Ginny Weasley, the dinner was long forgotten. A story about the dangers of jealousy.

Ships: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

Credit goes to derealiz on Ao3

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"Expecting someone?"

"No."

Tom and Lucius were locked in a tension stricken conversation when the distant sounding of a knock rang throughout Tom's dorm. He didn't have the slightest idea of who could be there. His plans for the evening lay with the douchebag in front of him that Tom had stated that he didn't poison so as to not ruin the food. Nothing was worse than a ruined meal.

Cursory glance afforded to Lucius, Tom made his way to the door. By the time he'd be back, Lucius form would no longer be inches away from his table lavished in half-consumed courses. He'd be a silhouette receding away from the house below on the scarcely illuminated street.
Tom prepared himself for whoever the surprise guest was, steeling his gaze that softened the second
he saw it was Harry Potter that stood at the entrance.

Harry had an uncanny ability to break through his defenses unintentionally. He knew Harry wasn't trying to. As good as Harry was with being empathetic, he seemed to lack this ability when it came to Tom's feelings towards him. Ironically, Tom chided himself for being too obvious with prolonged, lingering eye contact and warm smiles not only with his mouth but eyes too. No matter how he looked at him, Harry seemingly remained oblivious.

There was no logical reason for Harry to be there. It was well into the night. Harry wasn't known to waste time with meaningless small talk. Tom didn't suspect he had simply walked through the whole school for a conversation on the weather.

Certainly his reasoning for showing up on Tom's doorstep with dripping shoes that Tom wished he would hex dry instead of letting him make a mess on the floor had to be something of importance. Tom's eyes eagerly took in Harry's sleeves that had been rolled up, exposing the vulnerable flesh of his arms that Tom was fighting to keep himself under control at the sight of. There were a myriad of things he wanted to do to Harry if permitted the opportunity.

Maybe that was why Harry was there. To confess his feelings. Harry wasn't good with feelings. Even in his „therapy" sessions with Dumbledore that were designated for Harry to share, he was evasive. He practically bristled when Dumbledore broached certain topics. Tom acutely noted this each occurrence.

He could visualize Harry's reaction as he had the sinking realization in his chest that he liked Tom to some degree that would translate onto his face in the form of furrowed brows and creases lining his forehead. He imagined Harry immediately running out of the Gryffindor common room in a hurry to get to Tom in a panicked state to discuss what it meant. Tom would have to decide whether to remain professional or act on his own feelings.
However, Harry seemed to have another idea.

His first articulation upon seeing Tom wasn't a greeting. Leave it to Harry to get straight to the point and not mince words. Nor were they some love confession that Tom would have rejoiced at falling from his lips.

"Well, I kissed Ginny Weasley," Harry said, not through the door; more intent on wiping his uniform off than meeting Tom's gaze.

Tom looked to the side of Harry to gather himself. He had been right about one thing: Harry was unable to be predicted even at these early stages when he hadn't yet come into himself. Out of all the things to utter, this wasn't what he expected whatsoever. Entirely the wrong confession. Flush of jealousy assaulted him as he swallowed hard, hoping the gesture wasn't registered by Harry.
A horrible image of Ginny and Harry kissing emerged in Tom's mind, their lips joining in a way that should've been reserved for him and him alone. He wanted to scoff out loud at the rendition. As if Ginny deserved to feel how Harry's lips felt. As if she even knew how grateful she was for the opportunity.