I'm Oliver You, Tom Riddle

Valentine's Day

"So, Oliver." Tom asked, one rather warm, sunshiny day.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and Oliver had received several Valentine's gift and cards and chocolate that was probably laced with love potions. Tom had also received several of the same things, but not nearly as much as Oliver had. They were outside, under the trees near the Black Lake, Oliver lounging on the grass, munching on a bar of chocolate, while Tom was sitting up, book in hand, no confections-- besides Oliver's -- near him.

"Yes, Tom?" Oliver replied, taking another bite of his confection. Tom had strongly advised against eating anything he had gotten from someone else that day, but Oliver liked to "live on the edge" and didn't listen.

"Do you have any plans today?" Tom snapped his book closed and turned his eyes to Oliver's beautifully perfect face.

Oliver offered him a bite, but Tom politely declined. "No, I actually wasn't planning anything today. Why, do you want to do something?" Chocolate smeared across his lips and fingers, and Tom wanted nothing more than to take his handkerchief and wipe it away.

"I was wondering if you'd like to join me on my venture to Hogsmeade. Thought we could grab a pint of butterbeer, snag a few chocolates that I know won't be tainted with a love potion to sate your sweet tooth."

Oliver thought about it, his gold curls hiding his eyes from view. Tom reached over and swept them back, so he could see him friends eyes. "Yeah, I'd love to." And then he smiled. "I could always use more chocolate!"

Tom laughed. "But of course, Oliver. One day, you're going to get a cavity or a stomach ache, and all I'll be doing is telling you, as you throw up and get vomit in your hair, is, "I told you so." Because this is me, telling you not to eat so much sweets... or at least balance it out with some vegetables."

"Mmmm." Oliver made a show of thinking. "No, I don't think so." He took another bite of his chocolate. "Are you sure you don't want a bite? It's not contaminated with anything, I promise."

"It's tainted with your spit." Tom said, matter of factly.

"That hasn't stopped you before!" Oliver smiled and then pouted, trying to get Tom to take a bite.

Tom sighed dramatically and long. "Fine. Hand it over."

Oliver giggled, sat up and held the bar out, expecting Tom to just take a bite. And he did. Tom leaned over a bit, looked Oliver right in the eye, Oliver giggling all the while, hand over his mouth to stifle himself, and took a small bite. Tom wasn't too fond of chocolate, but he was fond of Oliver, and he'd do anything for him.

Tom chewed the chocolate and pulled a face, making Oliver laugh in earnest. Tom pushed Oliver slightly, and Oliver fell back over onto the grass, sunbeams coming through the trees and lighting his face warmly.

Tom couldn't help but keep his smile from showing.

Once Oliver finished his bar and licked and licked his fingers clean obscenely, they stood up and departed to their dorms to get their money, before traveling to Hogsmeade. All the while there, Oliver smiled, laughed, talked, and spun around to look at everything and anything near their path. Tom took it easier, hands in his pockets or at his sides or behind his back, walking calmly and collectedly.

Eventually, Oliver grabbed Tom's hand and laced their fingers together, before pointing at something and asking Tom's opinion on it. Of course, Tom was hardly paying attention, his mind was elsewhere, before making some vague answer that seemed to appease Oliver.

Once they reached the village, Oliver smiled brightly, pushed his hair our of his eyes, and dragged Tom toward the Three Broomsticks for their promised pint of butterbeer.