Harry threw himself back into his seat, feeling as though the world has just turned inside out and upside down. This couldn't possibly be happening! He buried his face in his hands. Across the Great Hall, slight chatter was beginning to resume but Harry felt incredibly confused. He tried asking himself why and how this would make any sense at all, but came up with nothing.

"Must have imagined it, you idiot. It's just some sad boy who looks like Voldemort," he finally told himself firmly, pushing aside his fringe and looking up. He glanced over at the Slytherin table and spotted the boy. He wasn't talking to anyone – everyone around him was sitting about a metre away and looking most uncomfortable. Harry stared at him. He wasn't facing Harry then. Harry noticed that the boy had very dark, thick, wavy black hair – he was pale, too, but not in the sheet-white way that Harry remembered – this boy had a slight tan and a healthy glow to his skin. The boy was tall, quite broad, and inarguably beautiful features. His jaw was angular, his mouth looked smooth and infinitely kissable. His eyelashes were thick and black, and he ate in a way that was suddenly very disturbing to Harry. And his hands – even from this far away Harry could see that they were large, sculpted, slender, like that of a pianist. If this was Voldemort, he was a very cute Voldemort. Harry sighed. No wonder he didn't stay with Ginny for long.

"Erm, Harry?"

Harry swung his head round.

Hermione and Ron sat there, looking intensely worried. Ron looked even more freckled than ever. Hermione put a hand gently on Harry's shoulder.

"Are you okay? This is really a mess isn't it."

It was such an understatement that Harry couldn't respond. Then he tried a strangled laugh. He sounded a bit like a troll. "Yeah. Hey. Guys. Tell me the truth. That boy isn't really Voldemort is he. I was just being jumpy wasn't I?" he asked, dreading the answer. Hermione and Ron looked at each other. Then they looked at Harry.

"Harry we got a letter before school started again, from MsGonagall. I freaked out totally and owl-ed Hermione, but we both decided it was a load of shit and someone trying to prank everyone, so we wouldn't freak you out worse. I mean, you're always pretty stressed and everything," Ron blurted out, casting terrified glances at Harry and Hermione while he spoke.

Harry felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach. He felt thoroughly sick. He glanced across at the Slytherin table and caught the boy's eye and felt even worse. "Fuck! Are the two of you dim or what! Fancy not telling me about that. Now the whole school is going to fucking die. Yeah, I'm pretty stressed. Nice of everyone to let the source of my stress practically sit next to me at school. Dammit. I'm going to take a walk," Harry hissed, before getting up huffily. Hermione and Ron made as though they wanted to get up too, but he shot them a warning glance and stalked off.

II

Harry walked and walked. This seriously sucks, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go, so he made his way to the Room of Requirement and paced outside before the doorknob appeared and he walked in. There were soft cushions and beds with soft tinkling music there now, with a gentle waterfall trickling in the corner. Harry lay stretched out on one of the beds, feeling too puzzled and worked up to concentrate on anything in particular. He fell asleep finally, thinking of the Riddle boy's face as he drifted off.

It wasn't a particularly peaceful sleep though. In Harry's dreams the Riddle boy appeared. He had a beautiful body. Riddle kept appearing naked, sometimes in boxers, sometimes in briefs, sometimes with nothing on at all. His body was so toned, in a lean way – at least in the dream – and his manhood pushed against the fabric of his underwear. In the dream their bodies pressed together. Harry hardened as he slept, and breathed quickly, pushing himself against the bed desperately, rubbing his swollen length against the bed stitching. The dream progressed and Harry turned over and lay on his back. The Riddle boy smiled at Harry and stood very close to him, before grabbing Harry's erect cock and rubbing it up and down. Harry gasped as the speed of his rubbing increased.

"Harry!"

Harry snapped awake and stared. Ginny was standing by the bedside in a nightgown, looking slightly amused. Harry looked down at himself and swore to find that he had stuffed his hand into his trousers and masturbated while he slept. He was utterly embarrassed and didn't know where to look. Ginny was still standing there, so Harry finally spoke.

"Look, Ginny. I guess you saw that. Awfully sorry. I was asleep and feeling horny. Please forget about it."

He looked up at Ginny. She was still very beautiful, he thought. Her red hair looked even softer and more lustrious than ever. Through that nightgown he could see the soft swell of her breasts – breasts he could still imagine, given they hadn't broken up for very long. This isn't helping, damn. His trousers felt uncomfortably tight. He hadn't masturbated for a really long time. If he didn't get out of there fast he would just lose control, and like, screw the wall or something.

"You were having a sexy dream?"

"Yeah, guess you could say that."

"What was it about?"

Harry stared at her, rather nonplussed. She had a look on her face. That look. Harry suddenly got an idea.

" Er…I don't think it's appropriate to tell you, you especially, about it." There it was, the hook. Harry hoped she picked up on it. His cock was aching and he could smell her perfume.

"Why not me, Harry?"

She had moved closer, to stand right in front of him. Her eyes had darkened and her lips had parted. Harry gathered his courage and pulled her closer.

"It was about you."

Ginny smiled and knelt down in front of him. Her fingers worked the buckle of his belt open swiftly and she undid his jeans. His erection was bulging hugely and obviously, and Ginny's breath caught in her throat. She felt a crazy heat at the pit of her stomach. She pulled aside his boxers and gasped as his hard penis slid into her waiting hand. Harry groaned.

Ginny began to play with his penis. It was so hard, so thick, so big, so smooth. Harry felt himself swelling even further at her touch. He almost fainted with pleasure when she began to suck on his penis, taking almost his entire rock-hard length into her mouth, in and out, in and out. His hips began to buck.

Finally he couldn't take it and he stood up, carrying Ginny off the floor with him. He carried her in front of him, her legs open against him, her sensitive area sitting straight on his cock. He pressed her roughly against the wall and began to rub urgently against her softness, making harsh sounds of desire as he did. Well this isn't that Riddle fucker but it'll have to do. She cried out. She felt tremendous urgency building up at her moist opening. She was extremely wet and she bucked helplessly against him.

Harry could feel her hot wetness getting on his cock through her soaked panty and he practically lost control at that moment. Tearing her panty in his haste, he slid his fingers across her swollen little nub and she moaned as the movement of his fingers quickened. With his index and middle finger he found her opening and pushed his fingers in, hearing her squelch as he did so. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her and rubbed her clit, she gave a long shuddering moan and began to pant desperately. When she was about to come she gripped his shoulders and gasped and the rush of feeling came. She felt like peeing on him so badly.

Then Harry couldn't take it anymore. He adjusted his penis so that it was right below her opening, and probed her with its tip. Then with a huge shove, he pushed his cock deep into her with a long groan. Out, and in again, even deeper. And out again, then in, and faster and faster. She began to contract around him. He was coming. He was coming. Oh fuck. He was hard and unforgiving in his thrusts – it made her a little sore but she welcomed it anyhow. And then, Harry thrusted especially deep and he came with a guttural groan, his liquid heat spreading in her, spurting and spurting. As he did this, she came as well, and this time she couldn't control herself and as she gasped and screamed, she lost control and peed in spurts on his body.

They stood like that for a while, savouring the aftershocks, before Harry slid his cock out of her and collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. That was good. But a pity I had to lie about, well, nevermind. Ginny smiled at him as she pulled her clothes on, waving her wand to clean off the cum and pee on her inner thighs as she did. "I need to go, darling. I said I'd go look for you and be back really quick. I guess I found more than I expected," she said, bending down to kiss him on the cheek and giving him a naughty grin.

He smiled. She was quite cute.

"Hey. Don't tell anyone I'm here alright. Even if they guess tell them not to come. I want to be alone for a bit."

"Alright. See you in the morning then." She opened the door to leave.

"Gin? Are we going to get back together?"

She paused and glanced back. Then she laughed coyly and fluttered her eyelashes at him, shrugging.

"Let's see how it goes, shall we?"

Sneak peek (chapter 3)

Riddle and Harry get into a situation!! Please review extensively, because I might take a while to/not continue, studying!