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-No, Harry will not remain dense.
"You are terrible," Severus remarked when she placed her mobile on the desk.
Lily sent her friend of many years a smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about." It wasn't like she wasn't allowed to call Blaise's show after her son had texted her that Tom was taking him home and that Blaise was talking about adult subjects on the radio and he was worried about how some might find the topic of choice offensive.
There was nothing wrong with that. Not at all.
"Sev, I am all about opportunities and I don't let them slip me by. You should know this by now."
He scoffed. "I know it all too well. Will you ever tell them it was you?"
"No."
That would just make it all the more entertaining to her in the future.
Hermione had insisted! She said that Tom only tolerated everyone else at the station and that he preferred Harry mostly. She had told him that it was okay for him to date Tom. She had seemed very supportive of the idea in fact. He'd simply thought she was going mad, but…
His mother had invited Tom over for dinner. And then proceeded to ask some invasive questions. Tom was Bisexual like Harry. He clearly remembered the look him mum had sent him when Tom had stated such right before drinking his wine.
Tom had taken him to his house when he was too drunk to function. He'd cooked Harry a delicious breakfast. He was always complimenting Harry and was super friendly no matter the situation.
They had gone out tonight for dinner and then fun. Which was basically a date. He hadn't thought of it as a date the entire evening until now.
Blaise had said that they had been flirting for months and that neither realised how much the other liked them. And someone had actually called in because they thought Tom and Harry were romantically inclined or already together!
Many times had Tom called him, 'dear' and 'darling'. Harry has assumed that it was simply part of his charm. He didn't necessarily have the greatest opinion of himself since he was rarely, if ever, asked out or propositioned. He wasn't ugly, just not super attractive, otherwise more people surely show an interest in him, right? At least that was the reason he came up with.
It wasn't his fault that he didn't know if he was being flirted with when only three people did it before, and one of them was simply done to get her mind off of the death of her boyfriend. Being used to that extent didn't really help anyone's ego.
So then… his hopes and fantasies weren't all too farfetched to begin with! Fuck.
"Tom," he began with hesitance, wondering how to get this out.
"Yes, Harry. I have been smitten with you for a long time. Basically everyone knows."
Harry's face landed in his palms. That was what Tom had meant when he said that Harry wasn't as observant as he thought he was.
"You personality was what attracted me first," admitted Tom. "I'd been listening to your show for a year and like everyone else, didn't know what you looked like. But you were so kind and cheerful and your attitude was admirable. I went to the station that day in hopes of seeing you, not applying for a job."
And Harry had just automatically assumed. "Did you feel pressured to work with me thanks to what I said?" he couldn't help but ask, feeling guilty for practically forcing another work load on the man's shoulders.
Tom barked a sharp laugh. "Harry, you must have learned by now that I am not the type to be forced into doing something I don't want to do. I had just met the man of my literal dreams and was offered the opportunity to be around him five days a week. I gladly took it. In return, the station benefits from being associated with Riddle Corp."
He blanched, recognising the name instantly. Why hadn't he put it together? He was literally using Riddle software all the time! Tom's last name was Riddle!
"A CEO of a big fancy company decided to spend eight hours a day with a scruffy, ex-cop, listening to pop music and gossip, all because of a crush?" he asked. It sounded ridiculous even to his own ears.
"You're worth it," Tom stated plainly, his perfect mouth curved into a fond smile.
The words made him feel warm inside and he was no doubt flushed from toes to nose. NO one had ever said anything like that to him before.
"Even though you never noticed when I asked you out," Tom continued a second later.
"Huh?"
They came to a light, and Tom turned to smile at him. "I've asked you out for coffee and dinner every day we've worked together. Sometimes more than once. You always took it the wrong way. Rita has been cackling about it for months and has a pool going at the station over when you'll finally get it."
He just wanted to smack himself over and over! For months Harry had been convinced himself that there was no way Tom could ever want him, when all of his assumptions about the odd things Tom had been saying, were all right in the end! He needed a red lorry to just come and run him over and be done with it!
"I sent in the hoodies," Tom confessed a moment later, cheeks turning pink. "I was trying to throw out some hints. It didn't work as I wanted, but I was just really happy you liked yours and that you smiled so brightly all day."
And suddenly he felt so much better over having the shirts and mugs made! "I was the one to order the shirts, Tom. I wanted you to wear a gift from me and your jumper was nowhere near finished. It made me very… pleased to see you in it." He met the other man's shocked gaze and smirked. "I also appreciated the small strip show in the middle of the studio."
He'd had a few… dreams after that day. And Tom's abs had been the centerpiece within them. Harry imagined running his hands - and his tongue too - over the man's body. He'd also imagined a myriad of other things not appropriate for public company. But how could he help himself if Tom pulled that one stern face of his?
Something clicked then. The first time Harry had seen it was when Draco visited the studio for an interview! Tom had not liked Draco though he wasn't mean or anything. And now Harry was certain that he knew why.
Tom had been jealous. For whatever reason he had actually been jealous of the fact that Draco and Harry seemed to know each other so well. And he had been courteous by didn't go out of his way to reassure the younger man, nor did he offer him any calming smiles like he did with Harry or those in tech support.
Good Lord, how much had he missed over the past few months?
"I am so sorry, Tom. I can't believe that I have been this thick for so long. I swear I was more observant as a child. I don't know what happened."
Tom shrugged, something he rarely did. "You're very much worth the effort, Harry."
Aw! How sweet was Tom Marvolo Riddle? And he'd been so patient with Harry who had literally been the epitome of unobservant.
"I'm, uh, you know- open to a relationship if you're still willing," he offered, still feeling embarrassed, but also excited over the thought of his fantasies actually coming true!
Tom smirked. "Your mother will be thrilled, and my assistant Severus will finally stop mocking me. I promise to take care of you."
No one ever offered to take care of Harry before. He hadn't ever given it thought before, but maybe it was something he wanted. He hadn't ever dated before so he was unsure of the details, but cuddles were a thing that happened, right? Harry liked hugs.
"Now the biggest question of the evening," said Tom, pausing for dramatic effect, "is, do you want to come back to my place?"
Harry flushed instantly at how quickly his body reacted to the offer. Because if they both went back to Tom's there would probably be no sleeping happening that night. They'd be up all night exploring their sexual urges in order to familiarise themselves with one another.
Hie mouth was dry again. He ended up nodding his agreement, not trusting his voice.
"Perfect," the other man practically purred.
When Tom lead a blushing Harry Potter into his flat for the second time, it was with the promise of a much more entertaining evening than what had occurred the first time. And when Harry noticed the strategically placed mistletoe over his front door, the man basically hopped on him and kissed him breathless.
"I want you to take your time with me, Tom. It's been a while since I've had a good fuck," he whispered as they separated. The filthy word made Tom's entire body buzz with excitement. Harry wasn't usually one for swearing.
Time. They had until Monday morning to explore as much as they wanted. That was a lot of time.
"Would you like to take a bath with me?" he offered, thinking of his large, clawfoot tub and its various uses including a detachable nozzle for an imitation shower.
Green eyes glittered. "Sure."
Baths could be very relaxing. And certain muscles would need to be relaxed prior to certain strenuous activities.
It was a fun evening.
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