Riddle's Obsession

Ch. 1

"No, no please don't—"

The shot rang out in the forest. The body slumped to the ground, falling sideway as its arm landed over the pre-dug hole in front of the body. The two people standing in front of the body stared and turned to each other. "He fell funny," one said.

"What you mean?"

"He didn't fall in the hole he dug," the first one said, pointing at the body with his gun.

"Then just kick him in," the second shrugged. He looked around the wide landscape, seeing nothing but trees around them. The first guy just stood there staring at the body as though hoping that the wind would just push it into the hole. The second person joined in staring.

Five minutes passed before the second person turned to the first, "Goyle hurry up and push him!"

"Don't yell at me Crabbe," Goyle said, "you know about my heart!"

"Oh I'm sure you'll get a heart attack by being yelled at," Crabbe said. "Look just—" He stepped forward and awkwardly nudged the body with his foot. The body rocked back and forth but stayed in its place. "Will you help me? The bastard's heavy!"

"I'm not touching a dead body—I just got my shoes shined!" Goyle argued. Crabbe stopped and stared at Goyle frustratedly. He bent down his heavy frame, swiped his finger on the bloody wound where Goyle shot the body and then swiped his bloodied finger on Goyle's shoe. "There, now you can move it," he said standing up.

Goyle just stared at Crabbe, muttering something under his breath. The two nudged the body into the hole and Goyle walked to the nearest tree, muttering out a string of curses as he leaned against it, cleaning his shoe with a napkin in his pocket while Crabbe shoveled dirt over the body. When they were done, Goyle walked over the freshly covered hole and turned to Crabbe, "You're buying me dinner," he said.

"Whatever, at least it's done now," Crabbe shrugged. The two began walking back to their car which they parked at the edge of the forest. Crabbe chuckled, "Know what? You're right, he did fell funny."

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The brunet young adult yawned as he stretched. His shirt rode up his lithe body, giving a scandalous glimpse to a taunt stomach and treasure trail. The blonde next to him rolled his eyes and slammed the book in front of him close, causing the raven-haired to jump. "Wake up Harry!"

"God Draco don't scare me," Harry said, groaning a little and fixing his glasses. "I'm just a bit tired."

The blonde rolled his eyes and shook his head. "We're supposed to be study now," he said. "It's not my fault you spent all night with McLaggen," he said the name with full disgust. Harry sighed and turned to his friend.

"What?" he said. "We've just been on two dates and you hate him?"

"Yes," Draco said, "In fact I hated him before your first date."

"Draco," Harry groaned. He turned to give the blonde a glare, "I'm twenty years old! I don't need you to babysit me over who I date. We all can't have perfect relationships like you and Blaise."

"Still doesn't mean you can't shoot for that," Draco argued. "I mean, yeah I get it McLaggen's hot, very hot, but he doesn't look like a stable relationship."

"Maybe I don't want that," Harry said. "Look, I'm not looking for happily ever after right now. The thing between McLaggen and I isn't serious, so stop worrying about it."

Draco still looked unconvinced. He stood up and stretched. The blonde was taller than Harry, though that was a given since the raven-haired man was only five foot six, and he had a dancer's body. His gray eyes always enchanted Harry in how beautiful they were, and though Draco can be a giant prat most of the times, Harry still loved him as a friend. "Well looks like study's out of the question," Draco said, looking at his phone. "We're going to be late to the gym."

"Already?" Harry asked, he closed his book and jumped out of his seat, "Wait... oh no it's my leg day," he said with both a grin and groan.

Draco chuckled, "Don't be a baby, besides you love the results," he said, giving Harry's bubble butt a light smack. Harry blushed and smacked Draco's butt back. "Watch it Potter," Draco said giving a fake threat.

"What are you going to do Malfoy? Cry to Daddy?" Harry said, sticking his tongue out at his friend.

"Between the two of us, it'll be you who's crying out for Daddy," Draco said. "Come on, I don't want Blaise to be angry." Harry nodded and the two ran out of their college's library.

Harry, Blaise, and Draco knew each other since high school. The three of them were inseparable since the very first day, and since then they always stuck together. From family events to tragedies, the trio got through it together. Now, all in their junior year of college, Harry couldn't see his life any different. He didn't need a fulltime man, not really, he has the two best men in his life right now. Why would he try to ruin that?

Harry and Draco live in an apartment with Blaise a short walk from their college. The college itself was rather small, consistent of four main buildings that rose four stories high with a quad in the middle of them, along with a pathway that led to an expansive library. It was in the suburban part of the city, which offered a large park with a track that the students use to run regularly. And though the school gym was alright, it was less than satisfactory for Draco. And so, when Harry and Draco dropped their stuff off in their apartment and changed into their gym clothes, the two got into an expensive looking car and Draco drove them away from the college and suburbs towards the more expensive parts of the city where the buildings transitioned into skyscrapers, and at the base of one of the more expensive looking skyscrapers, a driveway led to an underground parking lot where there was a space reserved just for them… or specifically Draco. His car looked more at home along with the row of expensive cars in the parking lot, and Draco slid out nonchalantly while Harry still looked a little nervous. "Two years and I still feel uncomfortable," he sighed to his friend. "How can you survive being surrounded by so much money?"

"Mindset Harry," Draco said. "Unlike all these other privileged fucks, we actually earned our place here... well you and Blaise have."

"And you're just another privileged fuck?" Harry asked. Draco laughed.

"Hell no! I am a Malfoy, I am better than all the rest," he said. "The Malfoys help this city grow. I am allowed to enjoy the benefits of my family's long efforts."

"That... is awkwardly said," Harry sighed. Draco rolled his eyes but said no more. They walked through the parking lot to an elevator which was at the far end. The elevator had mirrors for walls and Harry stared at their reflections and couldn't help but compare.

Harry's emerald eyes were hidden behind large round glasses. He was skinny with a supple bubble butt and toned arms, however he was only wearing a loose red shirt and basket ball shorts, which showed his tanned legs. Draco, meanwhile, liked to feel his clothes pressed against him. Green lycra that hugged his torso and legs, flaunting everything he had to offer, but nobody but Blaise can touch. "Don't you ever feel naked wearing those?" Harry asked.

"That is the point Harry," Draco said as if it was obvious. "I like men to see but not touch—unless it's you or Blaise."

"As if I want to touch you," Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up, you know you love me," Draco laughed, and the elevator opened and the two stepped into the gym.

The Horntail Gym was one of the most exclusive personal wellness centers in the city. The large room had a sleek, modern design with a reception desk in front of the elevator, one of the only ways to get into the gym, as well as a waiting area to the side. Through the waiting area was the gym itself which was always in use by the wealthy and influential. The machines were the newest, the weights were perfect, and everything was ready for you along with personal trainers. To the right of the reception area was a heavy wooden door that led to a sauna filled with the heavier wealthy people and a different one that the people who actually exercise use. Soft pop music played as they walked in. Harry looked around and smiled when he saw Blaise sitting in the waiting area.

Blaise Zabini was a handsome man with dark skin and built muscles. Taller than Harry and Draco, smiled and waved back. Like Harry, he was wearing light clothes, but Harry knew in the summertime Blaise liked to take off his shirt revealing his thick pecs and killer abs. He was, in a word, perfect. And Harry's best friend. He hugged Harry and kissed Draco when they got close enough. "You're late boys," he chuckled.

"No we're not, we arrive when we arrive," Draco said.

Blaise laughed and shook his head. "Whatever babe," he said. He patted Draco's back and rested his hand on Draco's ass, "Let's just get started, alright? The sooner we're done the sooner we can relax in the sauna!"

Harry smiled and jumped to get a head start. He pulled out his headphones and took a breath as music blasted in his ears. He smiled back at Draco and Blaise who also had headphones in. Lost in his music, Harry started his workout routine for leg day. Three years' worth of work became muscle memory for the young adult, and he made his way to the treadmill first. It was second nature, running on it for a solid mile. The music carried Harry throughout as his legs started to burn a good burn. When he was done, it was time for the machines. One by one Harry used them, getting drenched in his own sweat.

Their routines took a little more than an hour, but as Harry finished is bar squats, he turned to see that Draco and Blaise were still in the middle of their routines. He walked up to them and tapped their shoulders, "I'll see you in the sauna," he breathed.

"See you, come on Draco babe ten more!" Blaise said as Draco pushed the dumbbell above him.

Harry walked away and took off his headphones, putting them and his phone in his bag. Dabbing his forehead with a towel, Harry made his way to the locker room outside the sauna. The locker room was connected to showers on the opposite side, each with a thick privacy screen. Harry ruffled through his bag before pulling out trunks and towels. He then headed to the showers to clean off his sweat and odor from his workout.

Harry couldn't help but moan as the hot water fell on his aching butt and legs. He slid his soapy hands down his ass and legs, biting his lower lip at the relief. Smiling to himself, he finished his shower and dried himself off, putting on his tight pair of swim trunks. When he opened up the privacy screen, Harry's face went immediately red.

A man was standing in front of him.

He was tall with sleek muscles, proof that he obviously take very careful steps on how he looks. However, it wasn't his muscles or abs that had Harry blushing. It was his eyes. Beautiful dark eyes that held a cold yet mysterious gaze. Dangerous almost, but Harry was drawn to it nevertheless. The owner of the eyes smirked and combed his fingers through his black hair. "Hello beautiful," he said, "was that I heard making so lovely noises?"

"I—I..." Harry blushed. The man gave a chuckle.

"Did I stun you silent, little songbird? I apologize," he said. "I was so enraptured by your beautiful voice that I just needed to know who it belonged to. And now I see that the owner is equally as beautiful."

"Uhh... thank you," Harry muttered.

The man extended his hand, "Are you going to the sauna as well? If so, why not go together? I would love to know more about you, songbird."

"I'm uhh waiting for my friends," Harry said.

"They won't mind," the man said. "Come on, I want to learn more about you, songbird."

"I guess they won't mind... and it'll only be for a little bit till they come in," Harry blushed. The man's smile widened, and Harry was once again lost in his eyes.

"Wonderful, my songbird," he said, "Do you have a name?"

"Yeah..." Harry nodded, he debated momentarily on sharing it before saying, "Harry, Harry Potter."

"Harry," the man breathed. Hearing his name in the man's voice send a shiver down Harry's spine as blood rushed to his cheeks. "What a lovely songbird you are. And so pretty too. …" He combed his hands through Harry's hair and Harry opened his mouth in a soft moan. "My name is Tom Riddle," the man said.

"Tom..."

"Yes," Tom Riddle said, "come along songbird, let's go relax in the sauna." He walked away, his fingers slipping through Harry's hair. Harry followed this strange yet perfect man out of the showers and into the sauna.

It was empty, and Harry sat down next to Tom. He relaxed and closed his eyes, just feeling both odd and content at being close to this stranger. He looked up after a while and admire the way Tom's clear pale skin covered in sweat. It wasn't ugly or a deluge, instead pristine drops formed on his body, moving down in clear lines, outline his body and leading to a rather impressive bulge in his own pair of black swimming trunks. Tom caught Harry staring and chuckled, "It's okay to look songbird, but I don't know you enough to touch," he said.

"Sorry!" Harry yipped, blushing madly. He tried to move away but Tom pulled him closer. "Stay by me!" he ordered.

The door opened and Draco and Blaise got in quickly. "Harry, there you are," Blaise smiled.

"Blaise," Harry breathed. He stood up quickly and glanced at the stranger, "Tom umm these are my friends and..."

"It's fine," Tom said. "I was about done anyway. I will see you again, my songbird." He stood up and ruffled Harry's hair, letting his fingers drag through it as he walked away. Harry stared blushing before turning to Blaise and Draco.

"Who was that?" Draco demanded.

"Tom... we just met," Harry said, he sat down meekly between the two. Blaise and Draco stared at him before looking at each other.

"Draco," Blaise said, "our little boy had a man flirting with him."

"I know! What are we going to do with our son?" Draco asked. Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands. The two shook their heads in unison. "Still though, this Tom... he looks familiar," he said. "Can't place it, though."

"Well either way it was a bit creepy," Blaise said. "Let's just relax, alright?" He wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders, Draco doing the same and the three just relaxed in the sauna, a peaceful quiet capturing them.

A/N: Thanks for reading and leave a review if you want more.