I Had You Fooled
The air was cold and the wind swept across the grass, making the man shiver beneath his floor length robes. His eyes were alert as he watched his surroundings – waiting. He's late. The man thought to himself, his fingers fidgeting with his ever growing beard. It was fast approaching the meet time and it wasn't like him to be late.
What if he's not coming? This thought continued to run through Albus' head. The stress of this caused him to miss the small pop that sounded from behind him. It wasn't until the new-comer cleared his throat did Albus know he was no longer alone. Albus turned slowly, his heart racing slightly.
"What are you doing here – Tom?" His usually calm voice sounded slightly worried as Voldemort stood before him.
"Did you not invite me?" The younger man smirked, his still beautiful face hard a hardness too it – like something was missing. Albus watched him as he moved with grace, taking a small step forward, closer to his old professor. "Severus told me you would be waiting for me, and here you are?" Albus felt anger pool in the pit of his stomach. Severus has betrayed me.
"Oh, Professor. All those years you let everyone believe that I you were the one person who was not tricked by my charm. That you knew, deep down, the kind of person I was." Voldemort's eyes washed over Albus' face, taking in every wrinkle, every spot. "But that was not true, was it, Albus?"
The old man took a deep breath, but did not reply. Where was he going with this?
"I had you fooled – maybe even more than anyone else, you foolish, foolish man," and with these words, Tom Riddle placed his lips on the cracked ones of his counterpart. Dumbledore stood there, shocked. His hands quickly clenched by his side. He did not know what to do – his brain was telling him this was wrong, but every other inch of him was telling him it was so right.
The kiss ended as suddenly as it had become and Albus stood on that hill feeling as naked as the day he was born.
"It was nice seeing you, Al," Voldemort grinned as he spun on the spot and left Dumbledore staring into the night.
A/N: 382 words
Written for OCDdegrassi for the Genie Game.