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CHAPTER TWO OF DARLING, I'M SORRY

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Tom watched as Finnigan dragged the reluctant Harry Potter out by the arm. He felt a twinge of jealously when he saw the head of staff wrap his arm around Harry's figure.

'Don't touch him,' Tom thought to himself, irritation entering his eyes.

He growled, brushing off the hands of his make-up artists who were trying to fix him up – not that he really needed fixing up to be honest -, "I'm not doing the after interview today." He walked off, slipping on a loose white shirt. No one dared to stop him, not when a dangerous light had entered Tom's red eyes.

Tom drove to Slytherin – the night club where the after party was being held – in a hurry, all the while his thoughts on Harry. To be quite honest with himself, even he didn't know what attracted him so much to the boy.

'Maybe his clumsiness', he mused to himself when he stopped at a red light, he thought about the many times he caught Harry tripping over a wire or box that day. But whatever it was, there was something about the green eyed boy that endeared him to Tom.

Tom chuckled to himself as he watched Harry – who was obviously drunk – swagger his way toward the wall. He quickly weaved his way through the crowds of people, hiding his face and being as inconspicuous as possible so that no one would recognize him. He would not be pleased if someone blocked his way from getting to Harry first.

"Harry Potter?" He asked the drunken teen, who looked at him groggily. "I've wanted to meet you all night. Where have you been?" He asked Harry. Because it was true, he had been looking for him for a while since he arrived at the club, he had thought that he had perhaps missed the teen. But his disappointment had been broken when he spotted him walking – well more like staggering – near the back of the club.

"Who're you?" Harry slurred out, he was too drunk to even talk properly. Tom couldn't help the amused chuckle escape him as he held onto Harry's wrists. Harry had tried to feel him - maybe in the hopes of figuring out who he was.

"Surely," Tom started, amusement dripping from his voice, "You know who I am."

Tom was a bit peeved to have Harry not recognize him, but he reassured himself that after the night, Harry Potter would never forget who he was.

He gave Harry a dazzling smile when he saw the boy squint his eyes through his glasses, "Sorry," Harry slurred out, "M'afraid I don't know who you are."

"Well then," Tom replied, placing a light kiss on the back of Harry's hand – both of which he still held – "I'm-"

"Urgh!" Harry suddenly recoiled in shock, snatching his hands from Tom's loose grip, "I'm not a girl." He slurred out, poking Tom in the chest once. He didn't see the amused look on Tom's face.

"I'm very much aware that you're not a girl," Tom told him with a suggestive smirk on his handsome face.

Harry eyed him wearingly, "Are you hitting on me?" He asked the singer incredulously pointing at himself. "Never mind," he said before Tom could reply, waving his hands around as if to dismiss his own question. That's when Tom caught sight of the discrete silver band on Harry's left ring finger. Tom felt his stomach drop.

'Harry can't be taken,' he hissed to himself.

"Is that a wedding ring?" Tom asked him casually, masking his displeasure.

"What this?" Harry asked him in a surprised voice. He shoved his hand to Tom's face to show him the ring, "This isn't a wedding ring. This is nothing." Harry sang, "Besides, I'm only eighteen!" He stretched his arms out above him and half sung and half slurred out, "I'm too young to marry!"

Then out of the blue Harry pointed at Tom, "What did you say your name was?"

Tom smirked, "Tom Marvolo Riddle." He told him in a smooth voice.

"Voldemort!" Harry shrieked once again out of surprised by the singer's presence.

"I'd rather if you call me Tom, Harry." Tom spoke softly, inching closer to the teen.

Harry looked around feeling trapped, he was cornered, and his drunken mind wasn't helping him form an escape plan at all.

Tom's lips came crashing against Harry's before he could even count to three.

"No…" Harry moaned weekly, feeling the damp tongue swipe across his bottom lip in a teasing manner. He drunkenly pushed at Tom's chest in a feeble attempt to get the singer to stop. Tom only growled in response, nipping Harry's bottom lip in warning before pushing the boy flush against the wall behind him.

Harry gasped in shock, adrenaline rushing through his body, as the alcohol in his blood made him feel warmer than usual, "Nnn…!" He moaned out as Tom advanced - persistent - dragging Harry's tongue out to play. Tom slipped one of his hands behind Harry's neck, titling his head to get a better angle, and entwined his other hand with one of Harry's. He could feel Harry's hand twitching trying to grab on tighter for support.

"Nn… mmph…" Harry still struggled against Tom, pushing at his chest weakly with his free hand. Tom deepened the kiss - obscene wet noises filled the air around them.

"Nn…" Harry moaned out, flinching as his knees gave out, he grabbed onto Tom in a desperate attempt to keep himself up. Tom slowly licked the length of his tongue, devouring him. He stared at the dazed teen in front of him, his hard breathing filling Tom's ear.

"Harry," he whispered, leaning toward Harry's ear.

"Hah!" Harry gasped, a shock running down his spine when Tom's warm breath touched his over sensitive neck.

"Come home with me tonight," the singer's sinful voice whispered into his ear.

Tom groaned, as the sunlight caressed his face, waking from his peaceful slumber. He blinked his eyes a few times to wash the last remains of sleep from them, his red eyes zeroing in on the sleeping – and very much naked - male in his arms. He felt a grin splitting his face as he recalled memories from the previous night. Harry had been, he groaned out, to put it simply wonderful. He caressed Harry's sleeping face once before slipping his arms from Harry's figure - he turned over pretending to fall asleep as soon as he noticed Harry waking.

Tom heard Harry groan as he slowly got up on his bed. He could feel him shifting his body, but heard no sound that warned him that he had seen Tom. Instead he heard Harry call out for Kreacher.

'A butler, or maid, most likely,' Tom thought to himself, still pretending to be asleep, as he heard Harry tell whoever Kreacher was to close the curtains. But of course, no one did, because they were in Tom's apartment and he didn't have a housekeeper of any sort.

He heard Harry moan out in pain, and decided that it was time for Harry to discover his bed partner. He pretended to shift in his sleep, and turned over toward Harry's side.

Tom had to keep the amused smirk from forming on his face as he heard the little gasp that left Harry. From his position, he could feel him get up and move around the room – most likely looking for his clothes that had been so carelessly thrown off the previous night.

Tom opened his eyes as soon as he heard Harry leave the bedroom, a smirk graced his face as he watched Harry's retreating back through the open door.

"If it's a chase you want, it's a chase you'll get," the singer whispered out into the empty apartment.

'I won't let you slip away from me that easily Harry. You're mine now and I won't let you go.' He thought to himself, before slipping back to sleep.

Two days later found Tom in his dressing room. He had done nothing to contact Harry, he knew he would be seeing him today and he thought it was better to let Harry steam for two days. To think about what had happened.

He was broken out of his thoughts by the light pats that hit his door, curious he got up and went to open the door. He smiled pleasantly at the sight that greeted him.

It was Harry with an arm full of clothes for tonight's concert. Tom almost laughed at his good luck. 'Lovegood must've sent Harry on an errand to deliver my clothes,' he mused.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Tom finally asked him, his red eyes glittering in amusement, "Or are you going to come in?" He asked as he leaned against the door frame.

Harry gasped as he was brought out from his thoughts.

"Unless," Tom spoke, as he observed Harry's frozen figure, "You plan to keep them hostage?" He asked referring to the clothes in Harry's arms.

He seemed to break out from whatever he was under as he brushed past the singer, whispering a, "No sorry…" along the way.

Tom trailed after him once he had closed – and locked – the door. "You can leave it on the table," he said, offhandedly, luring Harry into a false sense of security. Tom chuckled silently to himself when he saw the boy's shoulders visibly relax. Harry had no idea at all of what was coming if the gasp he let out was anything to go by. He was now trapped between Tom and the table behind him- right where Tom wanted him, with nowhere to run.

"Why weren't you there when I woke up?" Tom asked, his red eyes staring unwaveringly into Harry's wide eyes. His voice was calm with a hint of amusement. He reached for Harry's face before trailing a single finger down the side of his face, down his neck, then finally he brushed aside Harry's messy black hair from his neck and lightly traced the mark he'd left their two days ago among others on various parts of Harry's body. None of which, he doubted, that Harry knew of.

But Harry never answered him, only looking at him in shock.

"Well, I suppose," he murmured, cupping Harry's face in his hands, and leaning even closer to the boy, "you can make it up."

"Stop!"

Tom made a surprised noise in the back of his throat as Harry suddenly pushed him back and shoved his hand at his face, showing him the same ring he's flashed the other night. "Do you see this?" The flustered boy asked him, "This is a purity ring!" Harry all but screeched.

"Is that what it was?" Tom asked him, a bemused expression crossing his face. Honestly, could this boy get any cuter? A purity ring of all things! And he thought that could save him! He grabbed Harry's hand - who had been waving it frantically in front of Tom's face - and promptly licked the side of Harry's left ring finger - ring and all - and placed a teasing kiss on his finger tip. He smirked slowly before taking the whole finger in his mouth. He sucked gently on it, laving his tongue around the digit from time to time. All the while he stared straight into Harry's eyes.

With a pop, Tom released Harry's - now bare – finger. He snuck his tongue out and took the ring off. He showed Harry his purity ring, still glistening from the attention Tom had given it.

"I'll be taking this then," he told Harry in a teasing voice, "Since I was your first." Tom chuckled lightly at Harry's flushed face before leaving the room, Harry's purity ring in hand.

Harry stood there flushed- his mind still trying to process what had just happened.

"Harry?" He heard Luna's voice float up to him.

He looked at the girl in the doorway in a distracted manner, "I'm… going to go see if Seamus needs any help before the show." He said in a rush, brushing past the girl in a hurried manner.

"Have you seen Potter?" Snape asked Seamus Finnigan once the show was over, "He's usually fretting over the light controls during the concert, even if they are already preset to play from the computer."

"Oh," Seamus said, looking up from his clip board, "he said he wasn't feeling so good, so I told him to rest in the staff room."

"Mm…" Snape said, neither approving nor disapproving with Seamus' choice.

"Did you need him for something? If you want I can always take a message for him." He told the head stage coordinator helpfully.

Snape sneered at him, "What? Are you his personal secretary now?" He bit out as he swift walked away, mumbling something about spoilt brats.

"Geeze," Seamus said, "First Voldemort practically bites my head off to get Harry's whereabouts than Snape bites my head off for wanting to help him." He sighed, scratching his head in an absent minded manner.

Tom stared down at Harry's sleeping form on the couch. He was sleeping on his stomach, clutching a pillow and had a light blanket thrown over his body. He was breathing heavily as well, unaware of everything going on around him – or more specifically unaware of exactly who was studying him with hooded eyes.

The singer sat down near Harry's thigh, where he had curved his body so that there was more room on the couch for Tom to sit on. Harry yawned, as he opened his sleepy eyes.

"Did I wake you?" Tom asked him. "Sorry," he said, although he didn't sound very sorry at all.

Harry stared at Tom blankly, his sleep filled mind not quite catching up with the situation yet, so he opted for studying Tom instead. Tom's naturally red eyes stared at him curiously, as if he wondered why Harry was so silent. Harry tilted his head noticing that he had straightened his hair for the concert.

'It looks nice', Harry thought to himself as his eyes trailed down. The singer was wearing a light white button up shirt, only done up to the bottom three buttons, so his chest and slim neck line were bared for all to see – along with Tom's newly added necklace. 'That looks good,' Harry's groggy mind filled in for him, 'it's such a nice necklace-' He stopped in mid thought, his eyes widening as he stared at the pendant that hung from the silver chain - a ring, his ring. He blushed, his sleepy mind finally catching up to him. Harry buried his head in the pillow pretending to go back to sleep and ignoring the amused Tom.

"Are you upset?" Tom asked him, he sighed when Harry didn't answer him.

"It's just," he started, leaning in closer to Harry, "You were so cute, and I couldn't really hold myself back. Can't we just work this out? I really like you." Tom confessed.

"I'm a guy," Harry mumbled into the pillow, "I have a girlfriend. Her name is Cho." He ground out.

"Harry," Tom said, suddenly looming over Harry before slipping his cold hands underneath his shirt, "You're very stubborn aren't you?"

He gasped, Tom's cold hands sending a jolt down his spine, he shuddered at the feeling – his face warming up in an instant.

"Ah..." He moaned out feeling Tom's slender fingers brush against his sensitive nipples. He shuddered again when those fingers roughly pinched his nipples over and over, "Ah! No…" He groaned his body shaking.

"You're phone is ringing Harry," the singer whispered sadistically into his ear, his fingers still roughly twisting his nipples making the boy cry out. "Answer it," Tom said, slipping a hand out from Harry's shirt to press his phone against the delirious boy's ear, his other hand never stopping the rough onslaught as his fingers twisted and pulled.

"H-hello?" Harry managed to choke out, as he tried to still his moans.

"Harry?" An all too familiar voice screeched into his ear, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Cho…" Harry groaned, a wave of guilt hitting him as he heard Tom chuckle above him.

"It's nine o clock Harry! You. Were. Supposed. To. Pick. Me. Up. For. Dinner. Two. Hours. Ago!" She screamed at him, punctuating every word.

"Nnngh!" Harry jolted from underneath Tom. He gasped, shifting his head slightly, as Tom continued to bite at Harry's neck. "It-it hurts!" Harry said, even though he started panting harder, obviously enjoying the rough treatment.

"Harry?" Cho's voice once again broke through his hazy mind, "Are you even listening to me?" She screeched at him.

"I-I-I'm sorry Cho," Harry managed to say in a relatively even voice, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow okay? I'll take you out for lunch?"

"Mmm, fine Harry," Harry could practically hear her pursing her lips in anger, "I'll meet you at lunch then." She told him before hanging up the phone, still obviously angry at him.

Harry let out a breath he'd been holding. "You did good Harry," Tom told him, lapping lazily at the wound he'd just given the boy.

"But," Tom started, "I don't allow cheating." He told him in a dangerous voice, he got Harry to raise his hips off the couch and slipped his hand into Harry's pants. Tom roughly palmed the hard length, "I want you to break up with that girl tomorrow… or else…" the singer said, as he gripped Harry's length particularly hard. Harry could only nod numbly, too gone to really care what was being requested of him.

"Mmm… Aaahhh…." He moaned out as white flashed across his eyes, spilling all over himself.

A/N: I have nothing to say for myself… so I'll just give you a preview of the next chapter.

Next Chapter:
Cho, Harry, & Tom in the same room.
Dun. Dun. Duuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. What will happen?