Hair

Tom Riddle and Harry Potter have many things in common…except for their hair.

Lord Riddle is one of the most powerful politicians, cunning enough to rise to the top among all the purebloods, despite not being one himself. Everything about him is perfect, his manipulative smile to his prestigious robes. So obviously his hair would also be perfect. His hair is slicked back, not too much, a bit better than the Malfoys. But it's also very clean, it stays in one place. It's black with a hint of brown if you look closely at it under the light.

On the other hand, it's another story with Harry Potter. Getting it from his father, he has a tangle of messy hair flying in every direction. It's black as a raven and it goes tremendously well with his Avada Kedavra eyes. It's bloody impossible to straighten the famous Potter hair; it just stays like a crow's nest despite every spell or muggle products! But, strangely the girls seem to adore the hair because it makes the Gryffindor have the "just got shagged" look.

Anyway, another reason why Harry is so likable is he's extremely humble, but sometimes it gets annoying, or that's what his friend Hermoine thinks.

"Harry, you are going to be late! Your hair looks fine!"

"Yeah, hold on Moine, I'm almost done," huffing in annoyance the witch yanked Harry away from in front of the mirror ignoring the mirror's sigh of relief and the Gryffindor's yelp of protest.

"Come on! You know girls love your hair all..messy..and tangled!" Harry stared at the stumbling witch, "At least it's soft, and apparently your hair looks like you just got-"

"Bugger," Hermoine snapped her fingers and said, "Yeah," but then noticed Harry wasn't even paying attention.

"What? What bloody nonsense are you talking about Moine? Aww…bugger, it's late, and I need to go!" The witch just stared in disbelief at the man before her, rolling her eyes, "you're impossible,"

"Hmm..got to go!"

BREAK

The Potters strolled in the manor and after the usual greetings; Harry went to get some punch, meeting up with Greengrass.

"Hello, Harry," She was one of the few Slytherins that actually talked to him, "Hello," After going through small talk, the witch noticed Harry always ran his fingers through his hair.

"Something wrong with your hair?" she smirked startling Harry.

"What?" He gazed upward, "Oh, yeah..m-my.. hair is..um… messy," he coughed into his hand trying to hide the blush.

Greengrass laughed, "So? People like it that way," Harry just shrugged. A plan then formed in the Slytherin's mind and she chuckled in her head, "You know, I bet he does too," Harry froze in shock, but quickly composed himself trying to hide his nervousness.

"What? W-who?"

"You know, him" and she gave a tilt of her head. Harry followed her gaze to…Tom Riddle.

He faked a scoff, "What about him? I hardly know h-him" The witch just stared at Harry and gave a small smile.

"Yeah, that's not what I heard,"

"What-t d-did you hear? "The Slytherin looked positively delighted by the Gryffindor's fidgeting and blushing.

"You know, how he helped you in potions, kissed your hand, smiles at you, and you know..how you have a little crush on Rid-"

Harry hurriedly covered her mouth, "Shhhhh! What? Are you trying to tell everyone?" he whispered harshly as Greengrass's eyes lit up.

"So it's true?"

"What? No!" she raised an eyebrow, "Well…i-i..maybe…..i don't know…i-it's complicated…um," She gave a small nod in understanding and took pity on the poor stuttering Gryffindor.

"It's ok Harry, oh. And by the way, he's coming this way, ok. Bye!"

Harry whipped his head around and did indeed see Riddle approaching them, "Wait Daphne, Wha-"But she was already at the other side of the room. Harry was about to curse in every language there is but a cool voice froze him.

"Hello, Mr. Potter" the smaller man turned around and met the smoldering gaze of the powerful wizard.

"Hello, p-please call me H-harry," He bowed his head at his stuttering. When did I become a bloody 'puff?

"Very well…Harry, then you may call me Tom," Harry could only manage a small nod. He started shuffling his feet at the silence and curse mentally at how comfortable Riddle looked, just standing there, staring at him, with those eyes, those dark, deep, beau-

"Harry! There you are!" he jumped a foot at his parent's sudden appearance, he saw his father's face falter for a moment, "Oh, hello Lord Riddle, pleasant to see you. If you just excuse us for one second," Riddle nodded but made no move to leave. So James just kept talking, "Harry, we're gonna leave soon, ok?"

"Sure, dad," I went to leave with them but my mom stopped me.

"Oh honey, did you not comb your hair this morning?"

I blushed in embarrassment, "Mom!"

"Well, it looks l-like…well, it looks like your dad's," the two Potter's simultaneously protested to Lily's statement. It didn't help that Harry still felt Riddle's gaze on him.

The older potter gave a defeated sigh, "well, let's go an-oh. It's the Blacks. Actually your mom and I are going to talk to them, meet us by the entrance in 5 minutes, ok?" They left before Harry could agree.

The younger Potter looked up at Ri-Tom and tried for a small smile, his ears were on high alert as the older wizard started to speak, "You know…I like your hair, I think it looks divine. Do you wonder why?" The Gryffindor's mouth went dry, "Why?" he cursed himself for sounding so feeble but he was distracted by Tom's grin.

"Because…it's sexy," With that said the older wizard stepped closer to Harry, towering over the Gryffindor. Tom lifted up his left hand and rested it on the mop of black hair, "It's sexy when I run my fingers through it," Harry gave a small whimper as he felt fingers massaging his scalp, "It's so soft, I makes me want to bury my face in it," The emerald eyes widened, "And you know what else, Harry," The purr of the name sent shivers down Harry's spine as he struggled to get the word out.

"What?" Tom crouched down till he was eye level with the shorter wizard.

"I also like to pull it; I want to see the strain of your neck as I'm doing…filthy…things…to you,"

Harry moaned as Tom pulled his black hair and nibbled on Harry's neck, Satisfied with the response, the seductive wizard brushed his lips against Harry's and straightened his back. Harry looked around in confusion and saw his parents' gesture for him to leave. Harry looked up at Tom and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Tom just smirked and said, "See you later Harry," and walked away. Before Harry turned to leave however, he heard Tom say, "Oh, you best cover up that bite, wouldn't want anybody else to see," Harry swore he could hear a smile in his voice.