The Beginning
~Conference confessions~
He was screwed, not in a good way, as Harry kept shuffling through cabinets on his desk, several trinkets and nicknacks being either knocked down or just completely off the table as he hastily searched for the measly sheet of paper for this week's conference. Today would be his first meeting with the entire team at morsmordre studios, a leisurely business that works on all things from sports cars to dream homes, even the occasional home appliance item. Harry at the moment worked In the department that filed through the checks and bank statements that came through, recites, paperwork, and all that jazz. Don’t get Harry wrong he quite enjoys his job, a few words and a couple of signatures maybe even a few lengthy emails is all he had to do, but in times like these, he has an extreme amount of work just dumped onto his lap.
After about 5 more minutes he sighed defeatedly as he flipped back onto the spinning office chair he had to beg the head of the department for, the feeling of satisfaction every time he spun on it si relaxing. The poor boy spun on it at a semi-slow pace as he rakes through his mind to remember where he put the last paper he needs to put into this moths file. His Raven hair was even messier than before as he drags his hands through it in frustration, Feeling a little annoyed as he can’t seem to remember where he left it as he looked around the room feeling annoyed as he realised the mess he created in his search.
“You alright there Harry?”
Almost falling off his chair Harry looked up to see the man who entered, Tom Riddle. Now it was peculiar to see Riddle outside of his office as he normally holes up in there all day working through stacks of files. Harry often saw Riddle even on the odd occasion, dressed in high-end designer clothing and the same black loafers that looked like they were shined on the daily. Don't get harry wrong he didn't mind seeing the man, With his graciously high cheekbones, defined face and Broad physique. But right now was not the time to be pestered as he fiddled with the hem of his jumper and looked at the man to handsome for his own good.
“Of course Mr Riddle, how are you doing today?” the words fell out of his mouth as he got up from his chair trying to play off the fact his voice was a little too high at the end and started picking up the various items that fell on the floor during his mad search.
“I was wondering if I could have the paper for-“
As harry was under his desk picking up a tiny little pack of post-it notes he lifted his head a little quickly at the question and a loud bang echoed in the room. Now Harry was a proud man but this for sure wasn’t his finest moment as he yelped when the table banged his head and the embarrassed flush from his ears down to the tip of his nose and flowed like a burning fire down his neck. Hoping riddle couldn’t see nor hear the yelp he made, he got up from underneath the table and looked at the man. His Headache seemed to come back quickly and pounded against his skull.
“Um- I’ve got it, just give me a moment!”
He bluffed as he clutched onto the back of his head, he looked through a few draws again, and there poking its little flap out was the paper he spent a good hour looking for lying innocently in the top left drawer under a set of notepads that he used to write down notes in. Scowling at it he snatched the paper double reading it to make sure it was the right one he handed it to Riddle the tips of his fingers brushing against the other man sending another flush down his body as he quickly retracted his hand and put them in the pockets of his jumper, begging to the gods above that riddle hadn’t noticed.
“Are you quite alright Harry, it looks like it’s bleeding. Although now that I look, it might be ur hair being the birdnest it is-”
“My hair riddle, although it may be a mess that can never compare to your nest of locks on your inflated head, it is not that bad!”
Chuckling at Harry's snarky little comeback he gripped the paper and turned around his pristine suit and reflective shows strutted out of Harry’s office as he fumed slightly in pure annoyance. How can a man look so good-looking without even trying? As Harry bode in his thoughts, he almost missed Riddle's comment.
“Don’t forget to freshen up.”
Screaming muffledly into his sleeve, Harry wondered how much money it would take to hire a hitman to take out Riddle, and although he wouldn’t go through with it, it sounds like a good idea. His silence didn't last for long, a woman with curly hair that was styled in a low bun, her outfit a modest royal blue blazer and a pencil skirt that reached to her knees, her heels a simple black and small silver jewellery decorating her neck and ears.
The second person to walk in was a boy with flaming red hair, he wore just a simple t-shirt and dress pants, his hands loaded with a load of papers Harry assumed were the files he asked for the other day.
“Harry!” Hermione said as she walked up to Harry, leaving Ron to close the door behind them, he pulled him up and hugged him tightly. The uncomfortable feeling of his ribs being constricted and confined but it didn’t matter as he hugged her back just not as tightly.
“What's up you two, I mean I expected Ron but not you Hermione. How are you two doing?”
“Good, Good. What about you harry, I've just seen MR Riddle walk out of your office. What did you do wrong?”
Harry was amused and fayed being shocked clutching his hand over his chest as if he had been shot and began crying.
“Wow Hermione, How could you think so low of me!”
And at that the three amigos burst into laughter at the raven's shenanigans, clutching their stomachs as they wheezed and Hermione even snorted.