Chapter 2: Teach Me.

Don't you all love how fast I update? Don't get use to it though, I'm just very bored with my life right now.

This chapter is just a series of flashbacks to provide better grips for my readers why Tom and Harry are dating. My versions of when Harry comes in contact with Voldemort through out the books.

Harry's Second Year

When Harry first writes in the journal.

Harry dug his quill deep into the page. His sloppy, but legible handwriting stained the yellowed book with his words.

"My name is Harry Potter."

As the ink vanished, beneath it appeared a new line,

"Hello Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle."

Harry re-inked his quill excitedly and below the formal hello hastily wrote,

"Can you tell me anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

The ink disappeared quickly once again, and was replaced with,

"Why must we rush into such a complicated subject? I think it would be nicer to find out more about each other."

Harry chucked slightly at the statement.

"I'm sorry. But I am in a rush. We could talk more later?"

"Sure. We'll be meeting each other, very soon…"

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean…?"

New words appeared as if they were said very coolly,

"You will see, soon enough…"

In the Chamber of Secrets.

"No!" Harry cried as he sprinted through the dirty water to reach Ginny, who lay sprawled out on the cold hard ground.

"Ginny, wake up, please wake up!" Harry begged as he drew her icy hand toward the warmth of his chest.

"She can't hear you," said a vacant voice deep within the shadows of the chamber.

Harry's head snapped towards the direction of the voice, and then stood up slowly as a figure emerged from the darkness. "Who are you?

The figure finally revealed all of itself as the light touched its body.

"Tom?" Harry recognized instantly. It was hard to mistake such fine features.

Tom nodded solemnly. "I told you, we would meet soon." Tom took a few steps towards Harry, becoming very close to the front of him. Harry shivered with Tom at such close contact, not from nervousness, but from the icy aura that Tom seemed to give off.

Harry shook his head, and let his mind snap back to the situation. He looked down at Ginny, then back at Tom. "We have to help her!"

Tom shook his head politely, as if he was requested to do a very miniscule task. "I'm sorry Harry. But the more she dies, the more I live…"

Harry squinted at him, and then his eyes opened much wider. "Tom, you can't do this…"

Tom looked at him as if he was pained. "Don't tell me that you didn't want to meet me in person. Even when I was just a shadow in that flashback, I could feel your eyes on me."

Harry gulped and pushed back the flush in his face. He had found Tom very attractive, but… "Not like this Tom!"

Tom cringed back and stepped away from Harry, who subconsciously rubbed his chilled body.

"Fine Harry, if it must come to this…"

Harry's 2nd year

In Dumbledore's office.

"I couldn't save her Professor…" Harry finally said, biting back his sobs as he stood up and walked towards the window.

Dumbledore smiled weakly and spoke with his most comforting, and soft voice. "It's not your fault Harry. You tried your best, and that's all anyone could have asked for…"

Harry closed his eyes, stung deeply by Dumbledore's words. Had he tried his best? Tom kept up the worst conversation with Harry after he defeated the basilisk. He used Occlumency to get deep into Harry's head, and plucked at every single one of Harry's nerves. He mocked the way his parents fought when he had killed them; he mimicked the way Ron asked him to promise that Harry would save his sister. Harry could barely fight him, and once he had retrieved finally the diary from Tom to destroy the transition of Ginny's life force, she was long gone.

Harry had fell to his knees as the diary disappeared in his hands, and he could almost feel the lurch of Ginny's organs before they shut down. He had peered over at Tom, who had come very close to him for the second time in that chamber. "We'll meet again Harry. I promise." And slowly, Tom leaned over to Harry's ear to whisper mockingly, "And I always keep my promises."

Harry's hand balled up into fists and right before he was about to muggly beat the life out of Tom, the most unexpected thing happened. Tom had leaned in, and very gently, and, affectionately, kissed Harry on his lips. It was like allowing his lips to touch the soft ice, and Harry was left in a daze long after Tom had left…

The summer before Harry's 6th year

Harry started up in his bed. Sleep was coming to him so uneasily these days. But he knew it was important. He was still waiting for Dumbledore to retrieve him, though it had been a month since the day Dumbledore was supposed to be picking him up. Harry's heart sunk as he remembered how abandoned he felt when he stayed up until the break of the new day for Dumbledore to arrive. With this sad thought on his mind, he allowed his body to collapse back into the old bed and dirty sheets.

"I would of came for you…"

Harry started up in his bed again. Who was that? He looked around in all the dark corners of his room. The voice seemed to have come from thin air. A snap sounded behind him, and Harry swung around to see Tom standing there, with an utterly satisfied smirk.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DUMBLEDORE?" Harry demanded angrily, jumping from his bed and silently calling his wand to him.

"Nothing, Harry," Tom said in his usually calm and dangerous voice, "It's not my fault that he had more important things to do than pick up and baby sit the 'boy who lived'."

Harry shook his head. "You can't fool me. I'm important to Dumbledore. He wouldn't just leave me here if something hadn't stopped him." Harry pulled his body into a dueling position, and poisonously ended, "something like you."

Tom strode towards Harry slowly and carefully. Once again, Harry felt himself staring at Tom's gorgeous body, and letting the stare of Tom's own eyes hypnotize him.

"Harry," he said in the softest voice that Harry had ever heard, and he gulped back the shivers that seemed to be caressing his spine, "if Dumbledore loves you, not even I could have stopped him."

The confession took Harry by complete surprise. Tom, Lord Voldemort, actually humbling himself to the power of love? The power that he never admitted to before? The power that Dumbledore spoke so highly of?

Harry's wand lowered slowly and hesitantly. "What are you doing here?" he asked, with a much kinder voice, filled with curiosity and almost, concern.

Tom was now only an inch away from Harry's face now. Looking down upon the raven-haired and emerald-eyed boy, Tom answered only, "Teach me."

Harry stepped back, the contact between them making his scare sear angrily, and making him sincerely uncomfortable otherwise. "Teach you…teach you what?" He slowly let his anger return, realizing once again that Tom's only ambition of traveling here today was to become stronger.

Tom bit his lip, as if to hold back his words that finally spilled forth. "Teach me…teach… teach me to love…"

Harry's eyes widened beyond his imagination. Then, suddenly, and rather rudely, he burst out into a large fit of laughter. He choked and sputtered and fell to the floor with his chuckles.

Tom fumed angrily, and pointed his wand, as Harry lay vulnerable, rolling on his sides and beating the floor. "I'M SERIOUS!" He bellowed, and sent a spell at Harry that violently pinned him to the wall. Tom got right into Harry's face as all his breath escaped him and he coughed from the sudden attack. "Teach me, or I will kill you right here and now!" He hollered.

Harry opened his eyes as new oxygen slowly unfolded into what felt like his crushed lungs. Tom's dark, and penetrating eyes seemed to swallow him, but Harry fought the stare down. After what seemed like hours of the contest, Harry finally blinked, and let the truth sink in. "You…you're serious?" He asked.

Tom sighed at this comment, and flicked his wand so that Harry fell back down smoothly to the ground. He sat on Harry's bed as Harry massaged his own shoulder from the painful position. "Yes. Love, I have finally come to terms with, is the only thing that keeps you and the others from allowing me to conquer. It protects you, somehow. If I found someone to love, and they love me back, I would be protected by their affection. Almost immortal," Tom looked up at Harry before finishing, "as you are now."

Harry looked at him, still sitting on the floor, completely stunned. He slowly lifted himself up from the floor, wincing from the pain in his back, and made his way over to the Tom. He plopped himself next to Tom, who was now looking away. "You can't learn to love, Tom." He started to explain, his voice mingling with an angry tone and a sympathetic one. "Love isn't something you can use for selfish gain. It has to be genuine, it can't be forced, and it has to be returned whole heartedly for it to ever work." Tom still faced away from him, and Harry sighed, and then placed himself right underneath Tom's face.

"I never asked for love to protect me. It just, does." Harry said, and then slid back from Tom as his faced slowly raised.

"Than, it's hopeless?" Tom asked, but not with the a pained or anguished voice as one might expect.

Harry chuckled a bit. "The way you are trying to use it, yes. It's hopeless."

Tom breathed into his hands and he pulled down on his face in exasperation.

"Well than," he said, as he quickly stood up, slapping down on his knees as he did. "I'll just have to learn to conquer you all the old fashion way." He let a small grin leave his face as he said, "with extreme power and a hoard of loyal minions."

Harry didn't want to laugh at this, but it ended up escaping from his mouth anyway. He then placed on a mask of coolness that Tom usually possessed. "This, doesn't change anything Tom…I still hate you…"

Tom looked pained for a second, but his mask came back to him as well. "I know, Harry."

The split look of pain made Harry feel like he was punched in the gut. He watched as Tom started to leave through the window and, surprising himself, called, "Wait!"

Tom turned back and faced Harry with curiosity. "Yes?"

Harry sucked in his breath before blurting out, "Why'dyoukissmeinthechamber?"

Tom shrugged. He had given that a lot of thought before, but he still didn't have an answer. "I don't know," he finally responded, "probably just to make you angry."

Harry's heart, oddly enough, felt heavy. "Well," Harry added, surprising himself for a second time, "it…didn't…"

Now it was Tom's turn to be taken back. He left the window seal and walked over to Harry as he began to stumble over his words. "Well, I mean, it did, after everything sank in, but, I mean, uhm…"

Tom slowly and softly said "Shh," as he slowly placed a finger to Harry's lips. Harry trembled as the taller boy leaned in to his face; slowly lifting Harry's chin, and letting their lips push together.

Harry's heart gave a beat, and a lurch. His mind and all logical reasoning, which was telling him that he needs to stop kissing his archenemy, subsided. He let his arms fall neatly around Tom's waist, and allowed Tom's flicking tongue entry.

When the kiss finally ended, both Tom and Harry were the deepest shades of red they'd ever been or seen. They stared at each other for a while; Tom's arms around Harry's waist as Harry's were around Tom's. As the sun started to rise, Tom left a brushing kiss on Harry's cheek, and whispered into his ear. "I'll come back next week for my second lesson."

With that, Harry was left all alone in his room, his arms still around the space where Tom was, and Harry wondering who had manage to trick who.

Mwuaaahahaha. So yeah, that's how they came to be. Kind of. But as you read that last sentence and confusion sinks into your skull, I will continue to mock you with what Harry and Tom's relationship really is. Yeah, I totally lied in the beginning of this, saying that this would give you a better grip on things. I basically just taunted you with information, and just as you went to reach it, mashed your hand violently. Read and Review. Hope you enjoyed that. 3