AN: The reason why the Dursleys are nicer than in the books is because magic doesn't exist! And, of some reason, I kind of like Dudley and the way he is in the books...
Although, I find this chapter to be weird and just not to my liking for some reason...
Enjoy the chapter!
Harry sighed as he sat on his bed.
He couldn't believe this, but it wasn't just a dream either.
He had somehow gained a supernatural stalker.
Just great. And it wasn't some ordinary demon, either.
Apparently it was some powerful (though he hadn't seen much evidence of that yet) snake-human demon. What did Riddle call himself? Quetzal cult? At least one good thing came out of this, Riddle refused to let the lower leveled demons harass what he deemed 'his'. Therefore, he had peace for the past few days.
He threw himself back so he was lying down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, scowling.
But god, was Riddle annoyingly persistent...
After what had happened with Riddle, Harry decided to treat things as if they never happened and went home at once. However, he couldn't help but notice the fact that there were no demons bothering him anymore. They didn't even seem to be able to get close to him. And that had only started happening after Riddle... No, it didn't happen!
He sighed as he watched the scenery go by.
"Oi, Harry," Dudley, his cousin, got his attention from the shotgun seat, frowning at him. He shifted so that he was kneeling and facing Harry. "What the hell is the matter with you? You're bringing the either mood down..."
Wow, if Dudley could sense this, Harry must be more distressed than he first thought.
Well, I did get molested by a teacher...
Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt. "WHAT!?" His uncle, Vernon Dursley boomed from the drivers seat.
Oops. Did he say that out loud?
"You got... Molested by a teacher?" Dudley asked slowly as if trying to get his brain around the fact.
"I was just joking. I'm fine, really," Harry quickly amended, smiling apologetically. Vernon shot him an annoyed look and the car drive off again.
It wasn't long before they arrived and went to join their respective friends in their respective classes, bidding each other adieu.
"Hey, Harry, are you alright? Where were you yesterday?" Ron asked as soon as he saw Harry.
Harry smiled reassuringly. "I was feeling a little off so I went home to rest, but I'm fine now."
Hermione eyed him, skeptical. As she was about to say something, another voice cut in.
"Mr. Potter," Oh god. It was Riddle. "Come with me please," he requested, smiling charmingly, "I must talk to you about your behavior in class."
Harry stared at the man for a moment wondering if he was stupid or crazy or both. Then he realized that he couldn't refuse without seeming weird and sighed, getting up. "Catch you later, alright?" He said to his friends before walking out of the classroom, Riddle following.
Harry was cautious, but he didn't think that Riddle would do anything in the school building.
"This way."
They turned a corner and entered Riddle's office. Harry turned just in time to see Riddle locking the door. Oh shit. This acting like nothing happened plan was not working.
He backed away nervously as Riddle approached and, before he knew it, Riddle had trapped him against the wall, caging him in with both arms.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, wary, paling when Riddle's serpentine features and wings came into existence. He pressed himself against the wall and pushed against Riddle's chest when the man got closer, pressing their bodies together. "Hey! Get off me!" Harry screamed, struggling.
"It's no use, no one can hear us," Riddle breathed against his neck. Harry froze when something pointy scraped against his jugular. "You should feel honored. I came to this wretched school just to make you my bride. And what a great bride you'll make..."
It was at that point where Riddle once again shoved his tongue down Harry's throat, but this time Harry reacted and bit down, lashing out violently before getting loose and running out the room.
He was glad he didn't need a key to unlock it from the inside.
When English class came, he was gleeful to see Riddle sporting what looked like a faint, half-healed black eye.
He just wasn't looking forwards to detention so in the end he decided to not go. He was not going spend all that time alone with Riddle.
After that, Riddle pretty much accosted him whenever the chance came and Harry fled after violently getting free every single time.
Harry scowled at the ceiling. Somehow, this was worse than the demons harassing him.
And yet, he was starting to get used to it.
His scowl deepened. He didn't like how he was becoming used to Riddle molesting him. Because that was just plain wrong. It wasn't like he condemned homosexuality or anything, he was bisexual himself, but he meant the molesting part.
Oh god did he hate Riddle. What was wrong with that guy!?
Harry grounded his teeth and glared at the ceiling as if it he wished he could burn a hole through it, ignoring the faint arousal he felt.
"Harry, where are you?! Come down and make dinner!" Petunia's voice came up from below.
"Urg... Coming!" Harry yelled back, reluctantly getting up and going downstairs.
"Why does he always refuse me?" Tom growled, pacing in his study. He had been ranting for the last ten minutes. "Any women or man would be falling at my feet for a chance to be with me no matter human or demon so why doesn't it work on him?"
"My Lord, may I inquire what, exactly, you did?" The blonde man watching him asked.
"I told him that I would make him my bride and kissed him, Lucius" Tom replied, smirking slightly at the memory. Suddenly, he frowned. "But then he kicked me and ran away. It hurt."
Lucius winced in sympathy. There wasn't much a human could do that would make a powerful demon like Tom feel pain so Lucius could guess where the boy had kicked. "My Lord, I am sorry to say this, but that was a rather stupid thing to have done."
Tom glared at the man slightly before sighing and sitting down on the couch gracefully. "Then what do you propose I do, Lucius?"
"There is the option of asking him to go out with you and asking him to forgive you."
"Forgive me? What did I do wrong to have to ask for forgiveness?"
"Apart from the part where you pretty much molested him and attempted to rape him several times and was horribly unfair to him in your classes? Then nothing, My Lord."
Tom just raised an eyebrow at Lucius. "The Potter family is a demon family, is it not?"
"Yes, My Lord, they are one of the three families that control the Animagi and Were-Creature group, the others being the Blacks and the Greybacks," Lucius answered.
Tom smirked. "Then that is good enough to categorize him as a demon. What I did held no fault."
"But, My Lord, we have no way of knowing if he really is the Potter scion. There has never been a Blessing that has demon blood within his or her veins, so the chances are very low. Additionally, Harry Potter was raised in the human society were demon courting rituals are not condoned. We are much more feral than they. Dominance and strength may decide things like this in our society, but not in theirs," Lucius sneered slightly as he talked about humans, showing his displeasure, but hoping that his lord would understand. However, when he looked at the older man, Tom was staring out the window, deep in thought with a slight smirk on his face, and Lucius knew that Tom had already tuned him out. Lucius sighed and gave up, wishing Harry Potter luck on dealing with his lord.
The doorbell rang suddenly just as they began eating dinner.
The Dursleys were confused, who would be visiting them at this time?
"Harry, get the door," Petunia Dursley ordered. Harry nodded and obeyed, getting up and going to the door. However, once he had opened it, he slammed it close right away.
Riddle. What the fuck was he doing here?
"Who's at the door, Harry?"
"My teacher!" Harry called back after a moment of hesitation. He opened the door again and scowled. "What are you doing here?"
Riddle just smiled. "I'm here to talk to your guardians about your behavior at school. What a bad student, never coming to the detentions I assign."
Harry bristled and hissed like an angry cat. "My behavior? You fucking pervert, think about your own. It's way more inappropriate!"
"Now, now, is that anyway to talk to your teacher? Why don't you invite me in?" The man scolded.
"Ah, so you must be Harry's teacher," Petunia's voice came from behind Harry. She had, apparently, come to see what was taking him so long. Putting on a sweet smile at the sight of Harry's handsome teacher, Petunia said, "Come on, Harry, let the man in."
Harry twitched with annoyance but stood to the side to let Riddle in. Riddle smiled at him and stepped inside. "What a lovely home you have, Mrs. Dursley." Petunia giggled and blushed and Harry made fake gagging motions, out of the adults' sights. Although, judging by Riddle's amused look, he had seen.
"Thank you. Come in, come in," Petunia urged, ushering Riddle into the living room, "We were having dinner just now."
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting..."
"Oh, it's fine. Harry, go back to the kitchen." Harry quickly obeyed, not really wanting to be anywhere near Riddle. "So, what brings you here, Mr...?"
"Riddle. I'm here because..."
The words faded as Harry entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. His cousin and uncle were already stuffing their faces.
"Who was that, boy?" His uncle asked.
"Just my teacher..." Harry mumbled before starting on his dinner.
It wasn't long before Petunia came back in, looking slightly annoyed. "Harry, go up to your room. Mr. Riddle wants to talk with you privately." Harry sighed and got up reluctantly, having already finished dinner, under Petunia's glare. His aunt really wasn't happy with him, it seemed.
Harry tried to make the journey upstairs last as long as possible, but it didn't really work.
The first thing he saw when he opened the door was Riddle lounging on his bed as if the man owned it.
"Get the hell off my bed," Harry growled, scowling at the smirk that appeared on Riddle's face. It was bad enough that Riddle was here, but seriously!
"Now, now, is that any way to talk to your teacher?" Riddle asked, getting off the bed anyways.
"What the hell are you here for?" Harry snapped, wary. He jumped as the door suddenly closed behind him and quickly tried to open it, only to find that it was locked. "Fucking bastard!"
"Language, Harry," Riddle admonished as he got closer. Harry backed away as Riddle came closer until they were only an arms length away from each other. "Now, why don't we sit down and talk?"
Harry opened his mouth to swear or curse at Riddle, but found his arm grabbed in a vice-like grip and he was then pulled, falling on the bed face first. He snarled angrily as a Riddle pinned him down and nuzzled his neck. "What the hell?!"
"Hmm... You'd make a really good wife, you know... Being able to cook so well. Your aunt offered me biscuits while we were talking. You made them, didn't you? They were delicious..." Riddle murmured into his ear and Harry felt his cheeks heating up at the praise.
"Get off!" He shouted instead, ignoring everything Riddle had just said. However, he was surprised when Riddle actually obeyed, letting him sit up. Harry continued scowling at the other, suspicious. Usually, it'd take a good kick for Riddle to let him go.
Riddle smiled in response to his suspicion. "Don't be like that. I just wanted to apologize."
Harry blinked, surprised. "Apologize?"
"Yes," Riddle nodded and gave him a sheepish smile. "My actions have been very... inappropriate and I'm sorry for causing you distress. As a demon, we are used to much more... feral courtships. We do not do much of that romantic stuff unless we are already mated, so I am unused to human courting rituals. Dominance and power is what we consider attractive, I suppose. So, can you please forgive me?" A pair of puppy-eyes suddenly adorned the handsome face and, for some reason, Harry felt like comparing his teacher to a puppy.
Harry blinked again in surprise, his anger fading slightly. He hadn't really thought that demons would be much different from humans. He just thought that Riddle was an annoyingly persistent pervert. "Um... Well... I guess so..." He mentally cursed himself for being such a nice person.
"Great!" A bright smile appeared, almost blinding Harry with its intensity, and Harry could almost imagine the wagging tail. "So, let's start over then..." Riddle then took Harry's hands into his own, "Would you be willing to go on a date with me, Harry?"
"Huh? Uh... I don't really..." The puppy eyes appeared again and Harry's defenses crumbled. "Fine... I'll give you another chance..."
"Yes!" Riddle near cheered before suddenly hugging him and pulling him into a kiss.
Harry's first instinct was to hit the other, but he quelled it and let himself be kissed. Slowly, Riddle deepened it and Harry let him do it. Because, well, he hadn't noticed before but, damn, Riddle was a good kisser. They finally broke apart, leaving Harry gasping for air. "Mr. Riddle..."
"You can call me Tom, Harry, outside of school."
Harry hesitated. He wasn't really sure about this relationship thing and he had no idea why he even accepted, but those puppy eyes were really hard to deny. "Tom... aren't student teacher relationships against the rules?"
"Don't worry. We can hide it, no one has to know, after all."
Suddenly, Harry felt something warm on his thigh. "What are you doing, Tom...?" Harry eyed the other suspiciously as the hand stroked his thigh. And then Tom pinched his ass and Harry's restraint broke.
So he kneed the other where it hurts most.