Title: Crystal
Rating: PG-13/R
Genre: Romance/Angst/Humor
Summary: AU; "He's as… fragile as crystal…" To wear matching rings is believed to be the ultimate expression of love… complete detail inside
Pairing(s): Harry/Tom R.
Warnings: AU Yaoi, slash, Boy/Boy
Disclaimer: Don't own fandom. Concept behind story doesn't belong to me either. Story itself does. So does Moorinto… and various cameo characters. So don't sue me or have me erased because I'm not going to lose my very first-ever paycheck to people who don't know how to read a disclaimer.
Summary: The ultimate expression of love… In the small town of Moorinto, it is believed the ultimate expression of love is to wear a matching ring with the one you love. It could also be the deepest sign of friendship, depending on which finger you wear it on. When the semi-loner Harry Potter suddenly finds his matching ring with the person he least expects, it's an up and down coaster ride to discovering if this person could be his worst enemy… or his greatest love.
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AN: Raise your hand if you hate school:raises both and waves them about wildly:
Will you ever forgive me:puppy eyes: I'm sorry this is so late… (and short ¬¬") But school has been dragging me down. I have to write two speeches, an essay, and practice for my ASL (American Sign Language) final exam. I'm working on chapter eleven as we speak…. Read. :cough: But anyway.
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The hallway was emptying rapidly, students rushing to and fro. Everyone was eager to get home and begin the weekend, which weather reports said was supposed to be perfectly clear. Harry listened with half an ear as Ron prattled on and on about his impending date with Hermione; after having been rejected by Riddle, she'd begun to show a renewed interest in him and finally agreed to a proper date.
"Harry. Harry!" Harry blinked and turned to his friend. Ron frowned. "You know, you've been acting strangely lately, man."
"No I haven't," he protested lamely. He didn't sound very convincing, even to himself.
"Liar." Ron grinned. "Just you wait, I'll figure it out sooner or later. Anyway, let's go get something to eat. It's been forever since lunch." Harry shook his head and sighed.
"You and your bottomless stomach…" Ron's sheepish laugh was cut off abruptly as he was nearly bowled over by a small group of girls.
"Hurry!" one of the girls squealed. "We'll miss it!"
"I can't wait!"
"I know!"
Harry and Ron exchanged a blank look.
"What's that about?" Ron wondered. Harry shrugged.
"Duh! Don't you know anything?" One of the girls stopped to look at them. "Morino High's basketball team is playing in a pre-season match against Pell High."
"So what? It's not like it matters. Morino hasn't won a pre-season against Pell in seven years." The girl rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Maybe so, but Tom Riddle has never played for us before. He's on as a temp reliever! He entered the game only five minutes ago, and we're already up by thirteen!" She ran off to catch up with her friends.
"He must be good," Ron mused idly. He turned. "Well, you want to go?"
"I thought you didn't like Riddle," Harry frowned. Ron shrugged.
"It's not that I don't like him. Hermione isn't after him anymore, so I don't have to rival with him for her. Besides…. It looks like you really want to go…" Harry sighed.
"I guess it couldn't hurt to just look. We are winning for a change…" They turned around toward the gym.
It was jammed full of students from both schools when they got there, with hardly any seats left. They leaned against the balcony rail and looked down. The bottom seats were so crowded you could hardly see where one school ended and the other began.
"Hey, look. There's Riddle." Harry scanned the floor in the direction Ron pointed and spotted him immediately. There were two blockers on him, but he easily weaved through them and made a jump shot. It didn't even touch the rim.
"Man, he's good," Ron whistled, impressed. "Nothing but net around two blockers? I wonder why he's not on the team. We would have broken our losing streak years ago." Harry didn't answer.
There was something about him. The way he moved around the other team as though they weren't there… it was almost like a dance.
"Woah, look at that pass! Man, he plays like a pro. He scored again!" Ron shook his head. "I hate to admit it, Harry, but he's cool. He's why we're winning. Most of our points were scored by him."
"…Yeah."
Why am I here?
"Damn! A three pointer! He just keeps scoring and scoring!"
Was Ron right?
"They've wised up. They've got three guards on him now."
Did I really just want to see him?
"Hey, Harry, did you see that?" Harry blinked.
"See what?"
"Riddle! He looked over here and gave this little smirk. He must be confident to take focus off the game, even for just a moment."
He what? Harry looked back at the floor. Great. He probably thinks I came here to cheer him on. He's so arrogant.
"It sucks that people like him exist," Ron grumbled. "So perfect in everything. It makes the rest of us look bad."
He was so nice yesterday, in the library. Which Tom is the façade? The one in the library, who was kind to me, or the one on the floor, who is so confident and arrogant and likes to provoke me? Who is he really? …and why do I want to know so bad?
"Yes!" Harry flinched and rubbed his ear to stop the ringing. "Another basket! With only five more minutes, we're finally gonna win a pre-season! That Riddle is good!" A shrill whistle sounded. "Hey, wait. He's leaving the court! He can't leave! We're just about to win!" A group of girls to their left made similar complaints.
"He getting replaced! Why is he leaving?"
"Did he get hurt?"
"But we're going to win! He has to stay!"
"What should we do? Should we just watch it to the end?"
"Something's gotta be up," Ron said, watching Riddle talk to the coach. "To be replaced this close to the end. Sounds fishy to me. What do you think, Harry?"
Harry started at the older student as he left the gym. What's going on? Did he get hurt? He didn't look hurt…His eyes widened. What if he left because… Harry turned suddenly.
"Sorry, Ron, I've got to go."
"Wait! Harry, where you…!" Ron stared wide-eyed at his friend before shaking his head with a wry grin. "Nadi's right, my friend," he murmured. "You've got it bad." He turned back to the game.
Harry slammed through the doors Riddle went through and looked around. Where is he? He couldn't have gone home already, he just left…
"Where did you go?" Harry whispered, heart beating wildly. He froze as something rustled behind him.
"Looking for me?"
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Cliff hanger! I'm evil. :grin: Maybe this will give you incentive to click that link at the end of my bio. :nudgepushshove: ¬¬'