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Word Count - 588

AN - Mafia!AU

The Promised One

Thomas Riddle surveyed the room, narrowing his eyes when he saw two young men fawning over his Harry.

How dare they?

"Tom?"

Tom blinked, looking left to see Lucius standing there. "What is it?" He asked, irritated at the interruption to his musings of painful deaths for those that dared to even talk to Harry without Tom's permission. People in this town new better than to cross him.

"It's my son's wedding. Do me a favour, and perhaps don't murder anyone today?"

Tom looked at his first lieutenant. "Of course. Do make a note of those two though, won't you Lucius? I'd quite like to have a word with them, when it's not such a happy occasion as today is."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And of course I will."

Nodding, Tom accepted a filled wine glass from one of the servers walking around and made his way over to where Harry was still being harrassed.

When Harry saw Tom approaching, Tom was happy to see the relief immediately shining in those beautiful green eyes.

"Tom," Harry greeted, reaching out a hand to him as soon he was in reaching distance. Turning his attention to the buffoons, he added, "Might I introduce you to my partner, Thomas Riddle. Tom, these are Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. I believe they are the sons of two of your acquaintances.

Tom watched with a vindictive pleasure as Crabbe and Goyle Jr's paled upon hearing his name, stammering out greetings.

"I should hope that you won't mind if I steal my Harry away," Tom said, uncaring as to whether they cared or not. He tugged on Harry's hand and pulled him to the center of the dancefloor, depositing his wine glass on a table as they passed it.

Tom took Harry in his arms. He leant down, pressing a possessive kiss to Harry's neck.

"What did those two neanderthals want?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. Harry shivered against him.

"No idea, wasn't listening," Harry replied, gasping when Tom moved to nibble on his ear. "Don't care."

"Hmm, they all want you," he whispered with a dark chuckle. "But I am the one you belong to, Harry. You are the promised one, my promised one."

Harry moaned quietly. He loved it when Tom was possessive. "Yes, I know," he murmured, pressing himself impossibly closer. "I'm yours, Tom, I know that."

"If I wasn't required to remain at this wedding for at least another hour, I would have you tied to our bed, and I would have you begging."

"Tom," Harry whimpered. "I need -"

"As I need you," Tom interrupted. "It's clear we deserve each other, no?"

Harry didn't even try and answer. Instead he concentrated on keeping his legs under him. As jelly like as they felt, it wouldn't take much for him to fall.

"Ah, Don Riddle," a nervous man interrupted, breaking the moment. "Sorry to interrupt sir, but there's a phone call. Lucius said you should take it."

Tom sighed, but parted from Harry, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. "I'll be back, Harry. And I will make good on those promises."

Harry managed to stumble into a chair before he landed on his arse, and he watched Tom stroll away, his coat hanging around his shoulders like a cape and a natural air of menace about him.

Harry still didn't really know how he'd gotten the attention of the mob boss, but he wasn't going to fight it. He knew how lucky he was.

Written for;

Book Club - Randall Flagg - Voldemort / Dark / "But I am the one you belong to, [name]. You are the promised one.

Showtime - 6. Dancing through life - "It's clear we deserve each other."

Library, Floor 4 - The Godfather - Mafia!AU / A Wedding / Favour

Serpents - 47. Blood Python - Wine Glass.