Chapter 2
"Do not forget your homework for next class." Harry was taken away from his thoughts by Professor Riddle’s voice. He watched his friends walking to their next class and told them that he would meet them when he was finished.
He then stared at Professor Riddle’s face, waiting for him to give back his wand.
"Well, Mr. Potter, it was quite a demonstration you’ve made," said the man, taking a closer look at Harry’s wand. "But you don’t seem the type to be motivated by anger or fury." He then turned towards the young man and inspected him much more closely than before.
Harry felt himself blushing slightly at that.
"I-I do not..." He never finished his sentence as the older man took his hand in his own and contemplated it for a moment. "I feel like I am being pushed towards you, and I do not know why." Whispered the man.
There was a moment of silence before Mr. Riddle separated himself from the young man, giving him his wand. "Excuse me, Mr. Potter, I think that you have a class to attend."
Harry watched him without reacting. Finally, he lifted his hand to take back his wand. When he touched it, he felt his fingers collide with Professor Riddle’s, a feeling of electricity between them.
He took a step back and hurried out of the classroom.
At dinner, Tom was completely captivated by his morning interaction with the young Potter. He couldn’t stop himself from looking at him, from the way he walked shyly to his seat to the way his friend couldn’t seem to stop touching him. It went from a touch on the shoulder to a caress on his hand. He didn’t know this red-haired girl, but he wanted to kill her with all his will, which was a bit excessive even for him.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t see Harry leaving the hall until he had already passed through the doors. He made haste to follow him, raising questions from his colleagues in the process.
He almost lost him many times until he suddenly disappeared. Tom quickly cast a spell to find his trail. Lost in his thoughts, he arrived in front of the girls' bathroom, finding the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets open.
Harry rewatched his first conversation with Professor Riddle for the hundredth time. He didn’t want to, and couldn’t afford to, gain his attention, especially not like that. What was he thinking?
"Hello there." Harry jumped in surprise at the unexpected voice.
"Wha-What are you doing here?" stuttered Harry, retreating away from Tom.
"I could ask you the same thing. I didn’t know you were a Parselmouth." Tom said, approaching Harry. "Actually, I didn’t know there were any other Parselmouths. I haven’t found any throughout my whole life."
"I am no Parselmouth," responded Harry.
"Are you not? Then how did you gain access to the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry opened his mouth. "Do not refute it, I have been speaking in Parselmouth since I revealed myself to you."
"No, you’re not!" Harry contradicted vehemently.
"Yes, I am! And so are you. Do you not hear it?" scrutinized Tom, he went closer to Harry, grabbing his wrist in his hand. "That's why I am attracted to you, that is why you were acting so wild in the classroom today. Your instincts were telling you about my presence."
"How could... that is not..." Harry stammered, lifting his gaze to meet Tom’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact, Tom lowered himself to the ground, pulling Harry onto his lap in the process.
Tom held Harry by the small of his back. Caressing him, he followed the curves of Harry's legs, which were wrapped around him, before settling on his thighs.