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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the books or movies, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pairings in this story: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Warnings in this story: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Pick-Up Lines, Yeah-I'm-in-Labyrinth-mood
"Talking"
"Talking in another language than English"
'Thinking'
–Parseltongue–
Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Chapter III
-Expelliarmus-
Harry left the field laughing. It had been a while since he had felt so happy. He tried to remind himself yet again why had he been fighting his new Gryffindor's friends pull to a friendly playing in the Quidditch field for so long… besides! Riddle hated Quidditch why was he so worried about the other boy?
"I'm really glad you didn't join the team, Cake." Charlus said yet again. "You would've be a hard one to beat."
Harry laughed, passing a hand through his messy greasy hair.
"Yuck, I need a bath… see you at dinner?"
"You bet…" Charlus agreed, walking to the staircase.
Harry nodded and run to the dungeons, a silly smile on his face. Honestly, why was he really that worried? It felt like a weight had just left his shoulders. It was so calming, so relaxing, so…
"Your smile's like expelliarmus: simple but disarming."
Harry stumbled and fell face down onto the floor. He turned around with a bloody nose to find Riddle looking at him with a mix of amusement and superiority. Harry stood, refusing the hand being offered and walked to the common rooms and down the cold corridors that was Slytherin, until he arrived his dormitory.
Riddle's changes of humours were giving him a headache. Harry looked at his robe arm to notice that he had filled it with the blood of his nose. And how the hell would he buy a new one now?
Harry took a bath and put a little of toilet-paper on his nose, by the time he entered the Great Hall already his nose had enlarged. Harry sat on Ravenclaw table and immediately Charlus raised an eyebrow.
"Riddle." That seemed like explanation enough to any of Harry's problems as none of his colleagues would ever dare to ask the other teen what really happened.
(TBC)
