Title: Hit the Ground
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Tom Riddle Jr., Ronald Weasley
Prompt: 010: Years
Word Count: 570
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tom visits the chambers and Ron wonders about his lover's disappearing acts at night.
Author's Notes: Angst meter moved up to 30.

Tom slowly slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake the warm body that laid next to him. He gave a sleepy smile as he stared down at his older lover. He pressed his lips against Ron's forehead before he dressed himself quickly and let him out of Ron's quarters. His eyes darted down the halls, making sure no one was currently patrolling them.

After placing a silencing charm on his shoes, he made his way towards the girl's bathroom, sure that no one would be there so late at night. He smiled when he entered the empty bathroom undetected, and unseen. He made his way over to the familiar sink speaking to it in parseltongue before stepping back to let the sinks rearrange themselves. He grinned happily and jumped down the shoot, landing easily on his feet at the bottom.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the tunnels of the sewers, coming to the chambers and opening them. He walked in and called out to the basilisk and grinned happily when it slithered out, welcoming Tom as it slithered around him and seemed to hug him gently. Tom gasped and gave a choked laugh, patting the great snake's back as it loosened its hold on him.

"How have you been old friend?"

Ron's brows scrunched together at the picture that had formed behind his eyelids. Dark hair, pale skin, tumbled limbs, heavy breathing, panting. He turned in his sleep and went to curl up next to the body that had been beside him but when he felt no warmth, he frowned and pulled himself out of his dream.

He opened his eyes and sat up as he looked at the empty space next to him. The pillow was still indented with the imprint of Tom's head and when Ron ran his fingertips over it, it still felt warm. Which meant that Tom had vacated the bed to long ago.

He through the covers off and got out of bed. He began to pace the room, running his head through his hair, pulling it out of its hair tie. He tried to rationally think about where Tom could be. He could have retired to his room, realizing what trouble they would be in should someone see him exiting Ron's quarters. Or he could have snuck out to fuck someone else like that stupid Parkinson bitch who kept pushing herself up against him. The thought came unbidden to him and he knew rationally that Tom wasn't like that. Then again, he had thought that Harry wasn't like that either and had been proven very much wrong.

His jealousy was becoming too much. A few years ago, he wasn't this jealous. In face, a few years ago, he had been quiet easy going. If he remembered correctly, the only time he felt really jealous had been during his forth year when Harry had become a Triwizard champion and Krum had asked out Hermione to the Yule Ball.

He sighed and sat down on his bed, resolving to wait until Tom came back, if he did. There was a possibility that Tom had just felt the need to return to his own bed. Ron silently hoped that wasn't the fact. But he decided he rather have that be the reason than the repeat of another Harry Potter.

After all, he was getting to fucking old for this.