Birthday Present Chp.4

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Tom Riddle was just staring at the distance. Doing nothing, but just sitting on a step, and staring across the Thames. And Hermione was worried. He seemed traumatised by the mayo on his robe. Or the height he just experienced. Probably the height, Hermione concluded.

"Eyyy, got you guys McDonald's," Ron and Harry came sliding onto the stair next to Riddle with paper bags in their hands.

Riddle did not even stir.

Ron, of course , noticed the metaphorically-close-to-death Lord Voldemort. "Come ooon, Riddle. You must have enjoyed the ride at least a little bit."

For the first time, Riddle turned his head to look Ron straight in the eyes. "Enjoy? /Enjoy?/ For bloody sake, we almost died up there," he hatefully at the infamous London Eye.

"And that bloody idiot left mayonnaise on my robe..." Harry was certain he heard Riddle mumble.

"But we didn't!" Ron shook his hands up in the air exasperatedly.

"Look, Riddle. I'm sorry you didn't like it," Hermione placed a hand on Lord Voldemort's shoulder, who was trembling like a baby cat. Poor old man. "We'll take you somewhere you want to go next, how's that?"

"Now don't just sit there," Ron passed him a cheeseburger, fries and coke. "Now tuck in."

Harry somehow knew why Ron sounded like a certain mother as all waited for Riddle's reaction of his first McDonald's bite. Riddle slowly opened the rapping, and took a bite.

Harry couldn't resist the smirk when Riddle's eyes widened, and a grin fell from his face. He just stared at all of them in disbelief, before shoving the rest in his mouth. He could not believe it. The Dark Lord, was in love with McDonald's.

Riddle was slightly interrupted from his awe, when he started coughing on the bread. Idiot.

Hermione handed him a huge cup of coke, and without even thanking her, which none of them were surprised at all, gulped down the drink.

"Hessiah!" Riddle hissed. And Harry, unfortunately, was able to comprehend the parseltongue into the daily common word as 'fuck'. It disturbed him that Riddle knew how to swear in parseltongue. And even more disturbing, that Harry knew them as well.

"It burned my tongue!" Riddle glared at the drink in his hand in disbelief.

"Is my tongue burnt?" he cracked his mouth open to show the not-burnt-tongue to Hermione. Hermione, only sighed and shook her head.

"It's supposed to cause a sensation like that."

"Why, why on merlin's - would they want this sensation?"

"People here like that," Hermione explained patiently.

"Mate, I'm impressed by the patience Hermione has with the monster?" Ron commented. When Harry stole a glance at him, he looked like he was amused, but at the same time, on the brink of exploding lava from frustration at Riddle.

Women, they had the patience which Harry and Ron couldn't understand of. If he were in Hermione's position, he would have punched Riddle already. Twice. In the nose. Specifically in the nose.

Hermione was just capable of everything they couldn't do. For instance, touring Riddle around London without punching him in the face. Talking to him without punching him in the face. Or just looking at him without punching him in the face. It was these moments that reminded Harry of how amazing Hermione was, he contemplated as he beamed at Hermione waiting for Riddle to finish his rant and complain about how wicked sense of taste 'futurians', as he says, had.

Until...

"JUST DRINK IT, GODDAMN IT!" Hermione shoved the straw of the coke into Riddle's mouth.

Ron's jaw dropped. "Woah," he gulped. "I take it back," was all he said.

Harry just looked away from the reality, still smiling, peacefully.

He was just gonna pretend he didn't see that.

An hour later, Harry somehow still found himself sitting next to Riddle. But this time in a subway.

"I thought you didn't like that?" Hermione sneered at Riddle, still drinking coke as he sucked on the ice cubes left. The sound of the straw filled the awkwardly silent air.

"Shut up, cave-," but Riddle had to stop himself from finishing the last words he'll be saying before death. Hermione was glaring at him, steam rising from her head, daring him to finish the sentence.

Riddle uncomfortably shifted his eyes onto the ground, mumbling something incomprehensible. While Harry and Ron, shared a smirk. Riddle had released the 'Tantrum Goddess' as they call her in this state. And that was the last thing a man on this earth wanted to do. It signified the end of the earth.

"Oooohhh, he's gonna be having SO MUCH fun for the next few hours," Ron snickered.

"You boys happy about something?" the Tantrum Goddess snapped.

"No, nothing," the boys answered quickly. They now really feared for themselves rather than Riddle, and for some / strange / reason, everyone seemed to have left the rolling stock, leaving them alone with Hermione.

"What is this place?" Riddle pointed to a rather futuristic, modern store on the street. It was very white in general, and there was a logo of a bitten apple.

"This is-," Hermione opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted by Ron who came jumping into the conversation.

"This is actually the best part of the future. This is where they teleport you to other planets. Mars, Jupiter, Pluto..."

"Ron, Pluto is off the list of planets," Harry quietly reminded.

"Whatever, I'm old okay?! Anyway, if you go in there, the employees are aliens. They look like humans, but they are mostly Marsians. Some Mercurians and Saturnians. You should totally go talk to them!"

Riddle gulped nervously, and with a sigh, rigidly strolled into the store, nose held high. He looked around at customers and tables of Apple products. Until, he spotted an employee.

"Excuse me, umm," he glanced at a name tag, "Marcus. Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?"

Marcus', a bright purple hair with a pale-coloured skin, jaw dropped.

"I-, I'm sorry... I've never been approached so blatantly..." poor Marcus stammered.

"Well that's strange, because people must love talking to you. You have such beautiful hair colour. Is it the difference in the environment?"

Ron's jaw dropped. "Oh my goodness. My nightmare's coming true. Tom Riddle's involuntarily hitting on a guy!"

"Okay, um, I'm sorry, but-," Marcus stammered glancing at his manager for help, who was unfortunately busy trying to explain that the new watch was a touch screen.

"Oh, would you like to join my political group for world domination? I think you'll enjoy it," Riddle flashed his signature smile.

"BOOOSSS!" Marcus couldn't stand it anymore. Riddle's confused look was still present on his face, when a bulky, balding man with a walrus moustache.

"Excuse me, sir. What is your purpose in visiting Apple today?" he asked. Very intimidatingly.

Riddle must have felt that way too, "Well, I just wanted to talk with Marcus here." It was evident that Riddle was trying to look powerful as well, as he raised his nose even higher in the air. That nose, was his "Help Me Flag". So Harry decided to interfere, and Hermione and Ron followed him into the store.

"Hello, sir. I'm sorry about my friend. We'll get going right away," Harry gave 'that look'. Somehow he was astoundingly good at making himself look sincere, and innocent. Perhaps it was his glasses.

"Okay. Well, good day to you," the boss walked away with one last suspicious glance towards Riddle. Harry wasn't surprised. Anyone would give that look if a person started soliciting their employees to join the dark side. Riddle didn't even tell Marcus they had cookies.

As Riddle was pulled away from Marcus by Harry, Ron couldn't hold his laughter anymore. "I can't believe you actually believed it!"

Riddle's right eyebrow dangerously rose high, "Believe what?"

Ron did not get the warning look sent by Harry and Hermione. "Riddle. It was all a lie! This is not some kind of future-teleport spot. These people aren't aliens- Ow. Ow! Hey! Ow!"

Ron was interrupted by the iPads and iPhones being thrown away into his direction by Riddle. RIddle's face was slightly painted pink, whether by anger or embarrassment, Harry did not know, and his breathing was heavy, his eyes glinting at Ron in anger.

"Oi! Cut it off!" Ron grabbed a laptop by him on the table threateningly.

"YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT. YOU PIECE OF MERLIN'S ASS-"

"Oi! You two! I'm calling the police!"

They all figured it was time to head off when the boss came running back again, his face as red as Ron.

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