Tomarry One Shots

Just Like Clockwork

Summary: Harry got into an accident and Tom isn't happy about it. Or, Tom basically just noncons Harry while he's unconscious.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to Kleina on Ao3

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It was three in the afternoon when Tom received the news. He was in the library, as he usually was. Juggling his studies and internship work from the ministry kept him busy, but ever the hardworking and prideful Tom, he claimed it manageable. He was in the middle of his coursework when Abraxas Malfoy abruptly entered the library with a terrified look on his face. His minion, who gathered all the room's attention, strode towards him.

"I have terrible news, My Lo–"

"What." Tom cut him off, annoyed.

"It's about Harry. He fell off the broom during a quidditch match and now–"

"What?" Tom exclaimed, now alarmed. "Where is he?" He asked, already exiting the room hastily. Abraxas followed behind.

"He's in the hospital wing, My Lord–!"

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It took exactly three minutes and ten seconds before Tom reached Harry. When he arrived, Ron and Hermione were already there along with one pitiful-looking member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Tom narrowly looked at him before assessing the state Harry was in. Harry was lying unconscious on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head. No casts, meaning he didn't break any bone, meaning the fall couldn't be that high, just enough for a mild concussion, meaning Harry wasn't in a life-threatening situation, meaning Harry was safe. Tom clenched his teeth, he could already guess what had happened.

"Tom! He's fine, don't worry–"

"Don't worry?" Tom said incredulously, cutting off Hermione–something she evidently did not appreciate. "How about telling me what happened instead and I'll decide if I should worry or not," Tom added, frustration laced in his tone.

"You don't have to be such a prick, alright?" Ron answered.

"And you don't have to be so awful so much at playing you can't even look after your friend,"

Ron was speechless for a minute before anger got the best of him. He lunged at Tom but Hermione got in between.

"Stop!" Hermione yelled, pushing her hand on Ron's chest to stop him.

"Oh yeah? Where were you then if you're such a good boyfriend!"

Tom glared at him, fully prepared to fight when the no-name quidditch player spoke up.

"I-It's my fault! I'm so sorry! I slipped and fell on my broom then Harry dived to catch me, but I got so scared and panicked– he lost his grip because of me then fell!" The no-name player was crying by this point. "I am so so sorry!"

Before Tom could reply, Hermione spoke up "alright, everyone stop being unreasonable! Tom, I know you're frustrated but you can't just take it out on everyone! Take this for what it is, an accident!"

Tom glared at her before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. What she's saying is true, but he can't help but blame everyone because he can't accept that this is partially his fault. For the past few weeks, he's been so busy he hasn't been able to talk or simply be with Harry, let alone attend his practice match.

Harry, the love of his life, has been so understanding and so supportive. Not once did he hear him complain about his lack of presence.

Tom gritted his teeth, angry at himself for not being there when Harry needed him. He sighs.