Disclaimer: See chapter one

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When Harry came to his first thought was 'Holy shit, I just fainted.' Then he was terribly embarrassed. What a girly thing to do.

After getting over the fact that while in Tom-Voldemort-Riddle's company he seemed to have been acting exactly like a love-struck girl, Harry registered that he was lying on a bed. The bed was very soft, as was the pillow under his head, and Harry had no inclination to get up.

None, that is, until he felt something suspiciously like scales gliding against his skin.

Harry leapt off the bed so quickly, it wasn't even funny.

"AAAAAAAH!" was the first thing out of his mouth.

The snake—Nagini—yawned. "Why did you wake me? I wasss having a nice dream."

"Holy shit!" said Harry. "There's a flipping big snake in my bed!"

"Is there now?" questioned a voice that made Harry pale.

He reluctantly turned towards the door. His new favorite person—Tom-Voldemort-Riddle damn it!—was leaning against the doorjamb. Nagini made a contented noise and settled down further in Harry's bed. Tom—Harry had given up—smiled at Harry.

Harry blushed.

"Breakfast?" suggested Tom.

Harry blushed.

Damn it all to hell! "Er." he replied.

Tom continued to smile. "Perhaps you would like to clean up first?"

Harry nodded dumbly. And blushed again. He was really getting quite dizzy from all this blushing.

Tom's smile widened, but somehow managed to not become condescending. "Bathroom is right through that door." He pointed to a door.

"Right." Harry mumbled. "Thanks.."

He tried not to run into the bathroom, and barely succeeded. He slapped himself down in front of the mirror and stared at his reflection. He looked the same. Same messy hair. Same green eyes. Same chunky glasses. Same scar. Of course, the scar inevitably made him think of Voldemort. Which made him think of Tom. Which made him blush, yet again. This was ridiculous! The man wasn't even in the same room with him, and he was blushing.

Alright. He just wouldn't think of Tom. Ever again. Or..at least not until he had too.

Harry quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. The longer he was in the bathroom, the longer the time until he had to see Tom again. He took a long shower.