Fanfic Rec #41 Tom Riddle/Harry Potter (Harry Potter) part 8
Mistaken Identity by SingingInTheRaiin Harry accidentally flirts with the wrong man during a sting operation. If only he had known the consequences it would bring...
Note of Realization by Lady_Cray Tom and Harry share a bond no one ever knew about. As they grew, circumstances kept bringing them together. Neither really understood how or why, and neither of them ever questioned it. Until a series of hideously colored post-it notes made everything make sense.
Pureblood Omega Etiquette by temptresslove “Harry?” Tom immediately took a step back. Of all the things he was expecting to see on his patrol as a prefect tonight, this was the last thing on his mind. Harry was in his sleeping robes. In silk. In red. And Tom could make out things that he supposedly shouldn’t. “Where are your chaperones?” The omega had the gall to look embarrassed. “I… they’re asleep, I was hungry.” He said sheepishly. Without another word, Tom turned to leave. If he left now, then he could still control himself, because what that red silk did to him— “Tom?” Harry said softly. Harry’s eyes were wide and there was a soft honest smile on his face. “It–It’s fine if it’s with you.” His eyes widened and his voice was cold even to his own ears. “That’s not for you to decide.” Because it wasn’t.
Cruel Intentions by Katsitting (Nekositting) “You will be serving detention for the remainder of the term. Be sure to excuse yourself from any and all plans your friends have made, you will not be joining them.” Harry had yet to recover before Riddle sneered at him, and turned away from him. It was a clear dismissal.“ Professor Ri—“ Harry tried to apologize, but Riddle did not even give him the chance to finish the sentence before rounding on him with an ugly snarl on his lips. “Get out .” Harry did not need to be told twice.
God of Nothing by machiavelli The other orphans avoid Tom Riddle like the plague. He lounges on his broken throne, watches the whispers fade around him with sharp, dark eyes. Nobody can quite work out why he seems so fascinated with the new boy, who walks in smelling of smoke and hasn't said a word in three days.
