Tomarry One Shots

Revenge is Rather Bothersome

Summary: Harry was too young and innocent when it all began to go horrible wrong, but what's a young wizard to do when he's so very clearly been wronged? Revenge. If only he wasn't too young and innocent to know how to revenge properly. Thankfully Neville is always on hand to help with his revenging.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to nevercanreadenough on Ao3

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Harry can admit that when he was fourteen, he had been an idiot. Not on purpose by any means, and maybe not even an idiot. Maybe just...too hopeful, childish in his wants and dreams. Which is probably how he wound up staring at the person he was in a courting contract with fucking someone else in an abandonded classroom on the fourth floor. He couldn't help but stare as Tom Gaunt's naked butt flexed and relaxed as he continued to, well, as he continued without noticing that Harry was there. The moans that had caught his attention were decidedly louder now, almost overwhelming to the point that they were all he could hear. Bellatrix Black. Youngest of the Black sisters and currently being, erm, pounded by the person Harry thought he would marry.
He blinked at the scene uncomprehendingly a few more times before slowly backing up until his back met the wall, away from the door and away from the scene branded in his brain. A soft noise made him turn his head, staring in confusion as the person he saw didn't make sense.
Rodolphus Lestrange. Heir to the Most Noble and Most Ancient House of Lestrange and currently in a contract with Bellatrix Black. The same Bellatrix Black that was on her back being fucked by the person that Harry was in a contract with. Harry tried to connect the dots as they stared at each other but he wasn't really capable of thinking anything at the moment. His confusion only rose when Lestrange dipped his head before turning away from him and walking out of sight.
Probably going back to his common room to ponder his own betrayal, Harry figured as feet finally caught up with his need to leave.
Had there been signs? He wondered as he made his own way back to his dorm. Had he not been paying attention to the fact that Tom didn't want anything to do with him? He didn't want to sound dramatic, but having sex with someone outside the iron clad courting contracts were usually a very big 'fuck you' to the people involved. Did Tom hate him? But if he hated him, why not just opt out of the contract? The contracts made during school times were made exactly for that reason despite being quite rigid. Teenagers had a habit of falling in and out of love quickly enough that the trail of broken hearts made it that it had become acceptable to have multiple courting contracts before leaving Hogwarts.
Harry wasn't an idiot, but he supposed he had been in love. Who wouldn't have been? Tom Gaunt was handsome, top of his year, popular, kind, and a prefect. Everyone, no matter the year, knew of Tom. Which is why Harry had been elated when his parents had approached him in second year and told him of the courting contract they had been sent by Lord Gaunt. They all knew it was more of a play contract, where both sides figure out how to court and the points they didn't want to compromise on. Harry, for instance, knew now that the fidelity clause was an absolute must.
Problem was, he couldn't just 'out' of the contract. At least, not without putting his parents in an awkward position. Unfortunately, even though he saw Tom having sex with another person, he didn't have any actual proof and since he didn't have proof he couldn't just break things off. Not without making The Ancient and Noble House of Potter look incredibly bad. He wasn't willing to let Tom's mistake blow back on his family when they had done nothing wrong.
So. He needed to break things off in a way that made Tom not only look foolish, but also in a way that would damage his reputation because if Harry James Potter knew one thing, it was that he was the vindictive sort.

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Well. Harry James Potter wanted to be the vindictive sort. Practically, he was fourteen and had no idea what to do or how to achieve said vindictiveness. What he wanted to do was expose perfect Tom fucking Gaunt for the lying cheat he really was. Practically, he couldn't do that and physically, he had no idea what else he could do.
Also, he had been watching Heir Lestrange for the past three weeks and the boy had given him absolutely nothing. There was not a trace in his behaviour that he knew Black had been shagging Gaunt three ways from Sunday. Given that Lestrange was in his seventh year already and both Black and Gaunt were in their fifth meant that both cheaters had at least two years free of the eyes of one of the most powerful Houses watching them. Then again, they had been going at it right under Lestrange's nose so Harry figured they didn't care all that much about his opinion on the matter. Not like they cared about Harry's either to be fair.
No, the real issue was why Lestrange hadn't done anything himself, being who he was. He was the more powerful Heir, the one with a stronger House and one that meant that both Black and Gaunt would have faced serious repercussions. Of course, Lestrange could be under different conditions than those of Harry and Gaunt. Lestrange's contract was probably out of the Hogwarts contracts and tailored more to a proper contract meant to last, a bonding contract. Meaning that Black was worse than Gaunt since she would know that and went ahead and cheated anyway. Still, the fact that he hadn't made any moves yet made Harry nervous.
Did he expect Harry to do something? Because Harry was fourteen and absolutely hopeless at this sort of thing. Besides all of that, he couldn't ask for help. At all. If anyone found out about it? His reputation, and that of his parents, his House, would be worse than that of a blood traitor. Harry mentally winced and sent Ron an apologetic look that the git didn't even see because he was shoving food into his mouth. Hermione shot him a questioning look that he shook his head at. He wished he could use her brain, but this was a House issue.
He looked back to Heir Lestrange, watching as Black sat down next to him and fluttered her eyes at him even as her eyes frequently strayed to Gaunt. Harry shook his head and wondered if the reason he hadn't caught on before actually catching them in the act was because his eyes had never strayed from Gaunt's. It was hard to swallow the reality of his naivety.
Harry ruthlessly pushed down the hurt, the damaged pride, and the slowly rising anger and figured it was time for a proper plan.