My first Harry Potter story. I just make one-shot, because I really specialized in one-shot. Look at what happened to my other story when I tried to make multiple ones! I think T is enough for the rating, but tell me if you think I should use M!

Warning : This is Harry/Tom story, or we could say Harry/Voldemort. In short, HPTR or HPLV, not TRHP nor LVHP.

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A blur entered the Riddle Manor. But nobody in the house noticed. The blur moved too fast. It was like the blur was using super speed, something that was a rare gift to a wizard, and even so, could only be used for a very short time.

It was when the figure arrived in front of a very imposing door that the blur stopped. In its place now we could see a black haired man stood straight, his emerald eyes blazing in mischievousness.

The man muttered a spell that opened the door, a very long spell mind you. The door creaked slightly, and the man quickly slid into the room.

The man who was known as the Boy-Who-Lived, with capital B, W, and L, closed the door behind him, the lock clicking into place behind him. Yes, Harry Potter in fact was really a genius and simply hid it in his time in Hogwarts because of certain reasons that he won't tell anybody, and the author simply didn't know.

He looked at the figure who was now gaping in shock at his appearance.

The figure called as Lord Voldemort sat at his bed in his night gown as he should be in night time like it was. He just felt something a bit off with the ward tonight and got waken up because of that. He was just going to get a look around a manor before resuming his sleep, and as a result looked quite sleepy but it wasn't what had taken the attention of the famous Harry Potter even as he thought that Voldemort looked cute.

No, what had made him couldn't take his eyes off the Dark Lord was the fact he had a nose.

Voldemort, the snake bastard, quoted from Ronald Weasley, had a snake-like face and that, unfortunately, included his nose. But what the supposed Savior of Wizarding World was facing wasn't the face of a snake, but of a certain scholar Slytherin.

Tom Riddle.

The disbelief that showed in his face slid off and was replaced by a confident smirk.

"Well, well. Who was this? I don't know you have got back your old face, Tom. At least until now."

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Tom Riddle snarled at him, a deep scowl etched in his face, but alas, it wasn't as powerful as when his face was like a snake. Not that either of it would affect Harry. But this scowl, although it really looked like a scowl and not a pout, only made something in Harry awaken and grew bigger. (Ha! You pervert! What do you think got bigger, hah?)

A smile played on Harry's lips. He ignored Tom's question. "Not that I complain. Your previous face is quite cool, but I happen to like this one better."

Tom spluttered. "Wh-what-"

He put his index finger at Tom's lips, effectively shutting him up. "Hush," he reprimanded, "You don't need to say anything."

Tom opened his mouth, no doubt to complain about something and more, but Harry gave him no chance. He surged forward and closed his mouth over Tom's, and then the Dark Lord was speechless.

Harry put everything he had into the kiss; his frustration, his passion, his lust, and most importantly, his love.

When he drew back, the Dark Lord was nothing more than a pile of goo, and a soft smile graced his lips.

"Well, I guess the old goat is good for something after all. I really can end this war with love."