Forget-Me-Not
Summary: Tom Marvolo Riddle, currently the role model in the eyes of every actors and models. Harry James Potter, new intern appointed to work for Tom and one in the million person who abhors the very sight of this said man.
Warning: VERY AU (no magic at all) SLASH (so if you don't like it please select the back button) VERY OOC (I can't do IC at all, forgive me)
Pairing: Tom/Harry (Also called Voldermort, you will find out when)
Disclaimer: The book's ending would definitely be different.
A/N: First story, please be kind.
"Talking or normal story line"
"Chatting or in game story line"
Prologue:
Emerald green eyes scanned over the glaring bright monitor in the midst of the room shrouded in darkness. His fingers clicking and swiveling the mouse every few seconds. His left hand hovering above the keyboard, replying to his in-game friends every second. His mind assessing his opponents every move.
Hogwarts.
One of the most popular online mmorpg played by children to teenagers to adults. His character entitled Vert, proud member of the courageous Gryffindor stalked the vast swamp; negating and defeating every monsters that approached him.
He sighed and stopped momenterarily, leaning back against the black comfy chair, stretching his tired arms above. His left hand dropping down to rub out his tired eyes under the round glasses. He was waiting. Waiting for his ever loyal and trusty friend.
IamLordVoldermort
The name itself sounds funnier, but he was not to be messed with-in the game that is. The emerald eyed boy had no idea who he was or what he looked in the real world. Nor did it matter. He was the kind of person you would find in the corner of the room, someone you would not notice until someone pointed it out and he was perfectly happy with it.
"IamLordVoldermort has logged in!"
The instant the name appeared he jumped forward, his eager hands reaching forward to the mouse to click the said alert.
Vert: Hey! You finally appeared
IamLordVoldermort: awww did wittle green missed me :3
Vert:…don't do -:3- you look like a perv judging frm ur age -.-
He grinned at his friends childishness. Shaking his head in amusement he awaited his friend's reply which he got in just a matter of few seconds.
IamLordVoldermort: 8D
Vert: and now u look like a nerd
IamLordVoldermort: 8D8D8D8D8D8D8D8D8D88D8D8D8D
"Nerd." he muttered adoringly. No matter how childish his friend was for his supposed age he just could not bring it in him to hate it.
Vert: u misspelt ur emoticon btw ::P
IamLordVoldermort: and u have 2 eyed "::"
Vert: HEY! That was an honest mistake u old man
IamLordVoldermort: awww am not thaaaaaat old
Vert: says the 093760938 years old dude
IamLordVoldermort: …does that mean I don't exist? Cus 09….is not a number :D
Vert:….
IamLordVoldermort: :D
Vert: You just do that to annoy me don't you
IamLordVoldermort: YESH!
Vert: am gonna ignore u now :closes chat box:
IamLordVoldermort: HEY!
IamLordVoldermort: vert?
IamLordVoldermort:
IamLordVoldermort: don't leeeeeavveee me, am gonnna dieeeeeee. Those monsters are after mehhhhhhhhh
Chuckling, he just stood up ignoring his fellow teammate getting pummeled by the monsters and walked out of the room.
IamLordVoldermort:…..
IamLordVoldermort:….
IamLordVoldermort: fine then, I ran away from work just to talk to you, if am not appreciated I'll just leave.
"IamLordVoldermort has logged off!"
His emerald eyes widened in fear. He hurriedly pushed himself down on the black chair, his fingers furiously typing out his reply.
Vert: NO
Vert: DON'T GOOOO I WAS GONE TO BRING A COFFEE U OLD MAN
Vert: 3
Vert: AM SOORRRYYY
Vert: COME BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
IamLordVoldermort: awww I knew u liked meh
Vert: w8…didn't u log off?
IamLordVoldermort: fear the awesomez powah of offline mode *0*
Vert:…how old r u?
IamLordVoldermort: 09 years old remember :D
Vert: -.-
IamLordVoldermort: :D
Vert: Anyway, I waited for u cus I have to tell you that I prob wont be online much. I finally got the intern I was so eagerly looking forward to. It lasts for like a month so yeah less time for me to play games :(
IamLordVoldermort: nooo don't leave meeee, we were suppose to go on a honeymoooon :(
Vert:…..whut?
IamLordVoldermort: / srry wrng chat, was telling that to my couple, she had to log off. Apparently her parents are home after two weeks. Those two sweet amazing weeks.
Vert:….
IamLordVoldermort: ?
Vert: you already got a couple -.- damn u
IamLordVoldermort: :D well, it just happens my friend that I AM the most strongest and popular player in this game :D and you are my trusty sword :D
Vert: I am your trusty WHUT?
IamLordVoldermort: sword!
Vert: ur class is a necromancer…you don't use swords
IamLordVoldermort: fine then my trusty WAND
Vert: I am no necro, I ish elementor so I no use wands….
IamLordVoldermort: ur just doing that to annoy me right -.-
Vert: :3
IamLordVoldermort:….:shakes head: ah am too old for this
Vert: :D
Vert: Anywho, I gots go. Gotta sleep. Early work 2mows. Hopefully my employer will be nice-wish me luck
IamLordVoldermort: I hope he is a total snob :D
Vert: I hope you die a painful death
IamLordVoldermort: aww thankies my trusty wand
Vert: perv =.=
IamLordVoldermort: :3
"Vert has logged off!"
IamLordVoldermort:….hm…well then am off as well-thnx for goodnight wishes greeny :P
"IamLordVoldermort has logged off!"
Chapter 1: First Impression
Harry quickly stalked through the glass door entering the half empty hall. Crystal white chandeliers hung from high above the glass roof, mesmerising its every viewer. The black and white checkered marble twinkling occasionally under the flashes sunlight. He was late. Everyone could see that. His disheveled appearance easily gave it away. His shirt half buttoned, his uncombed hair, the round glasses near falling off of his nose, his brown jacket hanging precariously on his left arm and his untied sneakers threatening to fly off of his white shocked feet with every step he took.
Even though he dragged himself towards the black marble desk that sat few metres infront of the glass door he had just entered. There sat a golden chandelier hanging-almost floating- few centimetres above the smartly dressed smiling assistant sitting behind.
"Front Desk"
The small cursive handwriting flowed neatly in the golden coloured plaque. The golden colour easily reflecting against the black marble shined to perfection. Is everything present here, chosen from its perfection and beauty? Harry wondered for he could easily see his reflection on the glass wall, the polished checkered marble and the black marble desk also polished to its utter perfection.
"Welcome to the Order Entertainment. How may I help you?" the girl inquired in an annoyed voice, looking and sneering disgustedly at Harry's appearance. The sentence most likely implanted onto her brain, commanding the said sentence over and over again.
"Ah, I am Harry Potter and I have an appointment with…..um….Lucius…Mal-foy?" Harry replied, uncertain of whether he spoke correctly or not.
His pale fingers combing through his tousled black hair in hopes of straightening it-even if it were just a little. A smile greeted his face, judging from the woman sitting behind the desk's look he had spoken about the right person.
"Yes, Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy has been expecting you. Please wait here for few seconds. I shall inform him about your arrival." She stated her red painted nail of her pale fingers dancing amongst the button in the phone; playing out an unknown and not choreographed tone with each touch.
A murmured "Mr Potter is here to see you Mr Malfoy" and a sharp nod later the phone was clicked shut and the girl faced towards the still disheveled Harry frantically trying to perfect his crinkled shirt and half worn jacket.
"Mr Malfoy is awaiting you at his office in the top floor. His room is situated directly across the elevator's exit. If you do loose your way, please feel free to ask assistance from the helper in the elevator." She spoke her piercing brown eyes staring straight into Harry's emerald, her sneer still in place.
"Thank you." Harry whispered bowing his head a little in an appreciative gesture before running off towards the elevator, currently awaiting, open for any passenger. A small cheerful "Welcome to the Order Entertainment" rang into his ears stealing Harry's attention back to the "cheerful" lady standing behind the desk.
"At least I know what to do in order to receive a friendly welcome." He muttered, looking at the group of men dressed in sleek black suit, black glasses framing their perfect face, their perfect smile flashing those perfect pearly white teeth. Shaking his head, Harry turned and walked into the awaiting elevator.
Even the inside of the elevator was perfect like those perfect men in the front desk. A murmured "Top floor please" he arrived at the said location. The elevator dinged open signaling their arrival.
"Thank you." Harry smiled and walked out of the velvety elevator into a hall painted in milky white with yet another set of Crystal chandeliers hanging-floating-from the roof above; aligned with the red carpet that led to a set of black mahogany door.
Lucius Malfoy
C.E.O of Order Entertainment
Read the golden plaque situated in the side of the polished mahogany door. Harry was in front of the set of door without even noticing. When did I move so fast, Harry wondered. Well at least I am here. His old watch read 8:00 AM. Right on time, he nodded at himself, smiling at his little accomplishment. It would not have been good being late on the first day of his…job? Quickly fixing his half dressed form he knocked on the door.
"Enter!" a smooth command came through. An acceptance for Harry to enter. Slowly pushing the door open he saw a man with long blond hair sat behind the mahogany desk.
"Ah, you must be Mr Potter," Harry nodded in affirmation,"Please do come in."
Harry slowly trudged into the vast room. The white painted wall bare except the velvet drapes that wove its way around the room. Two sets of black leather sofa sat facing each other in front of Lucius' desk, a glass table situated in between the three.
"Please have a sit."Lucius spoke, his head nodding towards one of the set of sofa.
Harry slowly sat, looking around the room. It did not feel as if he was welcomed, or anyone was welcomed that is. Who am I to judge, Harry thought, shaking his head in shock.
"Now Mr Harry,"Lucius began, his voice easily cutting through Harry's thought,"I know that you were informed that you wi-"
Knock Knock
The sound of his door banging stopped Lucius midway. Looking annoyed, he glanced up at the table and ordered "Come in!"
A nervous face appeared, specifically a nervous girl appeared. Her bushy hair shadowing half of her face.
"What is it?" Lucius snapped, glaring at the intruder; Harry made a mental note to never disturb his boss when he is busy.
"Um….forgive me for interrupting sir, but a disturbance has occurred in third floor and requires your immediate presence." she stated, looking at her boss uneasily.
"What happened that required my presence? Can you not take control of the situation yourself?" Lucius hissed, showing his proper annoyance.
"Sir…"she started flicking her eyes sideways, uncertain whether to continue or not,"Its Mr Ri-"she was cut off with Lucius' sudden growl.
"Again?"He questioned, the girl nodding in answer,"Fine, then I shall be down momentarily."The girl nodded swiftly removing herself from her boss' glare.
"Forgive me Mr Potter, I have to handle this situation as soon as possible. You do not want to know what will happen if I ignore it."Lucius apologised, standing up he walked towards the door, stopping midway,"Ah..Mr Potter, please accompany me. If you were to work with me, you should know what happens around."Harry nodded and scrambled to his feet, following his –soon to be- boss.
"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" the distraught girl screamed. Her blue eyes filled with tears, her pale face streaked with tears.
The boy facing her wrath just raised his eyebrow and smiled, irking the girl even more. Frustrated the girl stomped her feet couple of times until screaming her head out. The shrill sound breaking countless present employee's ear. This was the third time that they had to witness this scene so far, suffer the same consequences and sigh in shock. The girl obviously knew how the said boy acted. She was just another toy for him to play with, and rid of when bored. Still why did they believe that they would be the one to break his habit, be the girl to forever stay in his heart and live happily together ever after.
"Come on, you didn't think that this would last did you?" the boy smiled and leaned back against the wall, arms folded,"You should've known that this would not last. You're friends warned you didn't they? And yet still you followed me like an obedient puppy." He smirked.
Pure anger and betrayal radiated from the girl. Her breath ragged, her whole body trembling, her words half pronounced. And she stopped. The room was left in an eerie silence. No one noticed the girl smiling, or that spark that radiated in her eyes just for few seconds.
The boy shook his head. Single strands of his luscious black hair shadowing his crimson eyes. A feature only he possessed. Unique. He was unique. He possessed this aura that drew other towards him. He stood up, tugging his white shirt down and turned around to walk out of the room. His back facing the enraged girl. He had no concern. He was in control. He was in power. Until, a scream, a shatter of glass and-
"TOM!"
-his name.
"Please forgive me Mr Potter. I did not believe that we would be in such a situation."Lucius commented, his long, pale fingers combing through the strands of his blond hair.
"Its alright, sir. Its not as if this was planned."Harry smiled, reassuring the stoic man for the third time since they entered the elevator. How long will this bloody elevator ride last, Harry thought bitterly, his thoughts easily overshadowed by the the smile he adorned.
With a "ding" the elevator signaled its arival to the designated floor. Slowly the metal case slid open. His body moved on its own accord as he stepped out of the metal prison. He knew something was going to occur but he just did not know what it was. Lucius followed after him, his longer legs giving him an easy advantage of taking over Harry. His icy cold glare focused on the situation in front of him. He turned his head up to see-
"TOM!" Harry's voice escaped him before he could think. He launched at the girl trying to hit Tom Marvolo Riddle's back. His arms wrapped around the girl's waist, trapping her arms along with it.
Tom turned around, his ruby red eyes displaying no emotions at all. He blinked. Looked at the girl –what was her name?- caged with the arms of a beautiful-scratch that- gorgeous emerald eyed beauty. His lips slowly turned into a smile that could melt even the coldest and cruelest heart.
Lucius and the rest of the employees present had seen that smile. The same smile that he got whenever he had a new prey. Lucius just shook his head and sighed. No way was he letting Tom charm his way into his new assisstant's heart. He needed him very much alive, thank you very much. He quickly strode towards Harry and dragged the girl out, dislodging the lamp clutched within her fingers.
"Thank you, Harry. I'll take care of it from here." Lucius smiled and with a little bow of gratitude he turned towards Tom, who still had his predator like eyes stared at the new victim."Tom!" Lucius snapped, cutting off Tom's lustful gaze away from Harry and focused on his. In that instance his eyes turned emotionless, his breathtaking smile long gone; a frown in its place.
"What?" he snapped, annoyed. His eyes darting back to Harry who was looking all flustered and was now staring intently at his untied sneakers. Tom could not help but snicker-inwardly of course.
"Follow me." With that simple order Lucius left, dragging the now screaming girl along with him.
Tom heaved a sigh and procceded to follow his angry manager, not before giving a wink towards the emerald beauty and a smile. The pink blush that tinted the emerald's beauty was priceless.
"Cute." He whispered, earning him another blush and he swiftly walked towards the elevator. A satisfied smirk present in his handsome face.
"Vert had logged in!"
Number of message popped up. Number of "welcome back" from his in game friends. He just ignored them all and clicked on ".."
Vert: heya Voldieeeeeee :D
.: ..DEAD.
Vert: l0l why?
.: one word…
.:…
.:….
Vert: WHUT
.:….
Vert: SPIT IT OUT!
.: who is this?
Vert: Voldie stop that -.-
.: ah, so you are the one who keeps talking to my worker
Vert:….
Vert: very funny
".Voldie has logged in!"
.Voldie: um…vert srry, my boss saw me playing game and he is currently using it …..
Vert: ur joking right.
.Voldie: no I am not.
.: so who is this? I need your detailed information. Do you even know who you are talking with?
Vert: um…my friend?
.: thought so.
Vert: so?
.: he is tp0uheigjhohlsad
". has disconnected!"
.Voldie: srry, I finally dragged him ouqT3- 2UIJAGHJGNGF
".Voldie has disconnected!"
Harry just sat there, staring at the last message. Grumbling, he got up and turned off the computer heading for the bed.
"Ah, Harry right? Morning." A cheerful voice stopped Harry midstep. That cheerful voice. He felt his cheek start to burn again.
Taking a deep breathe he turned around to find those crimson eyes and those plump lips just centimeters away from himself. With a little "eep" he stumbled backwards. Unfortunately (for him) one of his shoes was untied causing him to step on it and fall backwards. He squeezed his eyes shut, his thin arms jerking forward to grab on anything to support him, the stack of papers in his hand scattered all across the floor. He awaited for the pain to come.
It didn't.
Instead he was enwrapped in a strong grip. His head was held against the chest and those long fingers wrapped around his head, stopping him from falling backwards. Few seconds felt like hundred years. The constant heartbeat of his saviour filled his senses lulling him into a sleep, wrapping him up in a secure blanket. He felt like a child but he could care less. He just snuggled closer causing the arms around him to tighten. A pair of warm lips touched his forhead causing yet another furious blush to form.
"You really are something Mr Potter. If I knew it would be this easy to charm you I would've done it days ago." The deep warm voice and a soft chuckle emitted from his saviour.
Finally coming back to his senses Harry pushed away from that warm embrace, his soul and heart crying in despair. No! Harry thought. Shaking his head he looked up into his saviour. A small playful smirk was present in his ever so perfect face.
"Thank you." Harry mumbled and bend down on his knees to pick up the fallen papers.
Tom, just looked at him. His whole soul itching to bring the emerald beauty back into his arms and lock him up within his bedroom, or maybe just throw him up against the wall while he pounded into the tight pleasurable heat, diving into the pleasurable moans and groans the beauty would surely sound out. Shit. Tom thought and looked down at his trouble. Atleast it wasn't that obvious. If it was he'd be in lot of tr-scratch that. It is obvious, judging from the nervous look Harry was giving to his that part of his anatomy.
"Um…ah….I….." Harry's word came out in a bunch of jumble. "Tha-I…um…Than..Yo-…um.." His whole face had turned bright pink, from the embarrassment and the obvious detection of that problem Tom was suffering from.
"You are welcome." Tom smiled. His eyes twinkling in mirth. He reached out his black leather gloved hands to drag Harry up. "So, you are Mr Potter, am I right?" Harry just nodded, his head hung low, his beautiful eyes hidden within the black mess of his hair. The stack of papers were tightly held against his chest as if to protect his innocent self from the big bad –perverted- wolf.
"I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, but you can call me Tom."
Gaining some courage, Harry looked up and gave a dazzling smile,"Nice to meet you Tom, and thank you for um…you..know…saving me."
Tome merely smiled and began to walk towards the elevator, the very same direction Harry was moving to. "So, how is it working for the evil lord upstairs?" Tom questioned, looking down at Harry, still clutching those papers against his chest.
"Ah, its-well he's not…how can you call your own boss that?" Harry questioned.
"Well, it probably has to do with the fact that I am just awesome." Tom joked-but Harry took it seriously.
"Of course you are." Harry mumbled, looking down at his still untied shoes.
Tom merely blinked and laughed. "You know that was a joke right?"
Harry just blushed even more and walked into the elevator, with Tom in his tails.
"How can it be a joke? You are currently the biggest, most popular, mostwonderfulandhandsome actor and I heard you were going tp begin modeling. Is that right?" Harry asked eagerly looking up into Tom who was choosing the designated floor.
Tom just shrugged and looked up, a bored expression on his face. A few seconds of silence filled the square metal case. What did I say wrong? Harry thought, worry eating him away from the inside.
"Harry." Tom's warm voice sliced through the uncomfortable silence; a relief for Harry.
"Yes?"
"Do you want to go for a dinner with me?" Tom mumbled out, his eyes still trained at the roof of the elevator.
Harry just stood still shocked. Did he hear him right? Of course he did-didn't-did-didn't-
"So, you want to?" Tom questioned again, this time his eyes focused on Harry's shocked face.
"This is not a prank right? You are not joking right?" Harry questioned, suspicion and disbelief laced over his question.
Tom shook his head, "No, it's not a prank. I really wanted to ask you out. So? Just as a friend first, and if you want to continue then may-"
"I'll go." Harry near shouted out. Realising how eager he sounded, his whole face turned into something that resembled a tomato. Tom just smiled and leaned forward towards Harry's face. His gloved fingers reaching forward to tuck the bangs away from his eyes. He leaned down, his lips touched Harry's forhead again.
DING
The elevator door slid open right this time, to show the workers of the view inside. Tom had found yet another toy.
TBC….if you guys like it.
A/N: Omgosh 11 pages and I have english exam tomorrow. And one of the question has writing a story, I decided to practice writing a story and this somehow evolved from it. I even have all the plans lined out. So, um…what do you guys think? Should I continue? I'll only continue if I actually get reviews if not, then I am not going to. If you find any mistake with grammar, forgive me I have not read over it again.
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