Thank you but I'm sorry (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Thank you but I'm sorry

Thank you but I'm sorry

He would be the Dark Lord.

He smirked, his crimson like blood colored lips curled upward into a small satisfied cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with certain glee and mockery.

There was no one who could stand against him aside from the blasted old codger Albus too-many-names-in-between Dumbledore. Even the thought of that old fool make him want to crucio anyone he set his eyes upon, aside from a certain teen.

It was partially a good thing, his followers slash classmates know when not to show themselves when their Lord was in one of this mood. If only it was the same with that brat, Harry James. Why he called him a brat when he was actually younger than Harry was because Harry was so childish, so naïve, and so different.

"Tom!" He paused from his musing when a certain green-eyed teen came into view and called him that damning name. That damned brat never obey him, always calling him that oh-so-normal muggle name he hated with such fiery passion aside when Harry says it with his beautiful lips.

He lifted his brow in acknowledgement of Harry's presence yet didn't say anything merely looked at the other expectantly.

"Hey! Tom, I got an Outstanding at a potion essay!" Harry grinned as if it was the happiest thing that happened in his entire life as he waved his essay result like a trophy.

He snorted to himself as if it was no big deal and to stop himself from looking more intently on Harry's bright grinning face because it would be immature to ogle at Harry. He wouldn't act like a lovesick fool – which admittedly he actually was.

Harry immediately crossed his arms then said in a sarcastic mocking tone, "Of course it is nothing compared to the Tom Riddle." Harry drawled his name for emphasize that made him curl his lips upward into a smirk then said in a grateful tone while he gives Harry a mocking look. "Oh why, thank you, Harry."

That made Harry huff in retaliation, his cheeks tinted slightly by a light blush. He distractedly thought that this kind of expression of Harry was for him, his. He couldn't stop looking away from Harry's face in a sort of possessive way.

Harry shuffled on his feet nervously, while trying not to look at him. However, he could see the way Harry's eyes dart from one place to another then to him. Harry was completely acting like a love struck embarrassed puppy and he felt a sort of giddy reaction because he could make Harry behave like this. A total opposite of Harry's Gryffindorish bravado that always see things with brash and headstrong personality.

He slowly lifted his right hand to reach out Harry's left cheek, as he stood up. At first, Harry was startled of the touch and then he started to relax. Even if Harry was older than him. He was taller than the scrawny teen by an inch. Harry was petite and even if Harry didn't say anything why, the hints were there. Those muggles who raised Harry hurt him would pay, no one hurts what was his and Harry is his. He immediately locked down his anger and focused more on Harry.

"Harry." He whispered Harry's name in a soft alluring voice and knew the effect instantly. Harry's pupil dilated and the slight blush from earlier have grown deeper. Harry is mesmerizing, he thought hungrily, then there was those butterfly effect on his stomach making his heart skips a bit. He slowly traces his index finger on Harry's supple cheek ever slowly in a rather suggestive way.

"Tom..." Harry whispered slightly pleading and he knew that Harry was using that tone to crack his self-control. It made him proud that Harry was starting to get a backbone on manipulating other people yet they both knew that it wouldn't work on him.