“Hi guys, I’m Harry Potter,” Harry waved at the camera with a full smile that bordered on cheeky.
“Hello, I am Tom Riddle,” unlike his counterpart, Tom gave a polite smile with a nod to the camera.
“Low and behold, we are here to do… Well, I guess talk…” Harry trailed off, receiving a chuckle from his interview partner. “Now, don’t sell yourself short or anything.” Harry rolled his eyes, dismissively waving off that little retort.
“Yes, well not everyone can be as charming as you, the great and only Tom Marvolo Riddle.”
“Why, thank you. It’s rather a difficult task, isn’t it? I’d say it's impossible actually but for your benefit let’s say it’s hard.”
Harry rolled his eyes again as he reached for the plastic mug, “the first question should be how he got through into the building with an ego the size of Jupiter. Astonishing really, a miracle.”
“Well, if you do say so,” Tom smirked back at Harry, the latter just roughly pushing the mug into his hands.
“Let’s just start before his head inflates and takes up the whole screen,” Harry’s hand went into the mug, pulling out a piece of paper. Looking over the paper, he snorted, looking back at Tom. “Wow, what a way to start off. A wand joke.”
Tom in turn raised his eyebrow, “a wand joke?” Harry laughed, tossing his head back, in between peals of laughter, “unlike Voldemort’s long wand, mine is long and thick. Some of you out here are getting real creative with this stuff.”
Tom chuckled, a hand rubbing at his jaw as he did so, “emphasis on Voldemort’s.” Harry turned his laughing towards Tom, raising a challenging eyebrow, “what suddenly feeling inadequate?” Tom, unperturbed, added, “what is there to be inadequate? The proof’s already in your pretty little head.” His index finger lightly tapped at his temple, the smirk turning into a grin, anything but innocent.
Harry again rolled his eyes, “now, now, I’m afraid if you roll your eyes anymore during this interview, those beautiful jewels will plop right off that pretty face of yours.”
“Save the charms for your bed.”
“If you’re going to be the one warming my bed, then don’t mind if I do.”
“Alright Mr. Suave and Charming, pick your poison.”
“Aww, trying to get rid of me already. I’m hurt,” Tom faked hurt with his hand hovering over his chest. His face contorted into one of pain but his eyes shined with mirth.
“Not soon enough, I’m afraid,” Harry sighed sadly.
Tom cleared his throat, “oh,” Tom raised his brows before grinning again, “you’ll like this one. What’s your most embarrassing moment while filming?” Tom flipped the little piece of paper, waving it, as a way of taunting Harry. While Harry in turn dropped his head in his hand and groaned.
“The universe just hates me, what is this luck?”
“Are you going to answer or should I?” Tom all but sing-songed, dragging out the end.
“Ugh, you're all just out to get me, aren’t you? Umm... it was some time back and I was lacking sleep... I don’t even want to finish.”
“As much as I like to see you writhe- I am, if not a benevolent person, I can finish it for you.”
Harry shot a glare at Tom, who was immensely enjoying Harry’s predicament. “I accidentally grabbed the wrong thing,” Harry mumbled out, his hands mostly covering his face, making his voice more inaudible.
Tom cupped a hand around his ear, “what was that? I’m afraid I couldn’t quite hear you.” Tom mock tsked, “now, where’s all that proud Gryffindor courage, did you leave it back at the set?”
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“Greatly.”
“I see you still haven’t developed past your deuterostome stage.’’
“So there is a brain behind that pretty face! See, I knew you were able.”
Harry furiously rubbed at his burning cheeks, “Iwasactuallygoingforthewandandaccidentlygrabbedsomethingelse.” He said it all in one breath which made Tom genuinely laugh, shoulders shaking. He didn't even bother to hide his amusement.
“Oh, sweet-tart, I don’t think they’ll be able to understand you like that. What Harry so eloquently put was that he was meant to grab his wand back from me. Which by the way was in the pockets of my robe, as he ran towards me to grab it, his hand slipped as he misstepped,” he smirked while Harry just looked more and more mortified whilst still hiding behind his hands. “Let’s say he ended up grabbing the wrong wand.”
Tom turned and looked at Harry, “huh,” Harry peeked through his hands to see an amusing look on Tom’s face. “This isn’t all that bad, now is it, dear?” As he eyed Harry, who just wished he hadn’t agreed to all of this.
“Shut up,” Harry roughly took back the mug as Tom easily let go, his hands up in a defending gesture. “Now, let’s see what’s next…” Harry let out a smile, “finally, a normal one. So the question is what was your favorite scene to act out?”
“Well, that’s a tough question. Is it just from a certain movie or any?”
Harry looked back at the small piece of paper, “nope, it’s not specified at all. So I guess you choose whichever.”
Tom made a humming sound as his index finger brushed over his lips before looking up at the camera with a glint in his eyes and a smirk that was too intimate for the public. “Of course all the scenes I got to work with this beauty over here,” he waved his hand towards Harry, who just rubbed at his temples.
“ But , my favorite involved a secluded late-night, with just the two of us and the stars as our witness and a bit of rope.” He added with a salacious quirk of the eyebrow, his eyes briefly glancing towards the said partner who was oblivious to the look. “It’s easily one of my absolute favorites,” he said with all confidence and poise as he leaned back into his seat like he owned the place.
While Harry was trying to work out what in the hell he just heard, “don’t you like...haven’t you worked with like I don’t like a bunch of A-list famous as hell celebrities since you were a child?”
Tom gave a look to say and but the man answered as well, “so have you.” Harry let out a groan, “yeah I know I have but like it was just the franchise I wasn’t really in anything else until like later on but you, you were in several blockbusters, popular, top-selling Hollywood movies. The two don't compare.”
“Well aren’t you a flirt? All this praise is getting me all flustered, whatever shall I do?”
Harry shot him an unamused look and pointed an accusing finger towards his way, “and plus! I was about to die in that scene. Die, Tom. You were trying to kill me.” Tom just waved it off, “didn’t that just add more spice, I mean you all tied up for me...very...kinky.”
“You're just unbelievable. And I’m the idiot that ends up getting stuck with you.”
“Must be fate.” Tom smiled serenely.
“Fate my ass,” Harry muttered but it was just loud enough that Tom heard it. “If you’re offering-”
“Just,” Harry shoved the mug back towards Tom, “pick. Please.”
Tom hummed, “begging already?” At Harry's pointed look, “well since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse.” Harry decided to take a sip of his drink while Tom was digging around for a paper.
“Well call me Harry cause I’m about to be calling Sirius my daddy,” Harry choked on the water he was drinking, “holy shit,” he said in between coughs. “Isn’t it a bit too soon to be choking now? Not that I’m complaining.” Harry glared up at Tom who in return unabashedly smiled back.
“And look they even added all these extra water emojis, must be quite thirsty aren’t they?”
Harry couldn’t believe the ridiculousness of this situation, it sounded completely wrong. More so having to hear Tom say that sentence with that voice of his, it was just too ridiculous. He was totally going to get a lecture by his dad and it’s going to take years off his life. Now he’s dreading even going back to his place, he knows the doomsday that will await him.
Harry then felt a soft poke at his cheek, “Harry, dear, no need to feel somber. You can call me daddy anytime,” he said with a wink. Harry scowled, slapping away his hand.
“I think having two dads is good enough for me, thank you very much.” Harry huffed, waving off his co-host. But Tom wasn’t put off, not even one bit, he smiled generously, “well, the offer still stands should you be...in need of one.”
Harry looked up at the ceiling, wishing the bright lights would just blind him or something. This interview is shortening his lifespan faster than Draco’s pretentious ‘cologne’, what did he do to deserve this kind of suffering?
He let out a long-suffering sigh that had Tom quirking an eyebrow, “something wrong darling?” He just shook his head, greatly wanting to run his hand through his styled hair but refrained from doing so because he’d rather not face his hair stylist’s wrath, it was a lesson well learned.
“Nothing, Tom, nothing at all…” Harry dug around the mug before pulling out a slip of paper, he eyed it warily and let out a resigned sigh. He then looked up, his smile slightly trembling at the ends and eyes twitching, “Tomarry is superior.”
Tom chuckled, “I agree,” he stated not looking away from Harry’s eyes.
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Rays of sun came through the high windows into the apartment bathing the whole complex in light. Harry woke up to an incessant buzzing that would not go away, even as he covered his head under the thick covers, it did little to help. He let out a groan as he rolled to the edge of the bed before drowsily walking towards the greatest annoyance in his life as of now.
He was on his way to the source before banging into the side of the wall instead of walking through the doorway and decided then that washing his face was of more importance so a detour to the bathroom it was.
Harry walked out of the bathroom feeling more awake and refreshed, he let out a soft sigh. By the time he was out of the bathroom the buzzing still hadn't stopped, he stretched out his arms as he made his way towards the kitchen. Yet in favor of checking his phone that was buzzing so much it looked like it’d fall off the counter, he instead chose to make a cup of coffee for himself. The aroma soothed away any leftover fatigue he may have had.
It really was a nice morning beside the phone buzzing that just won’t stop. He walked towards the counter, tapping his phone open, he choked on his sip of coffee when the door to his loft banged open, leaving a resounding sound throughout the room.
“D-dad! Wh-what?!”
“Harry.” Said Harry warily watched as his dad came striding towards him with a determined look on his face. Used to the childish ways of his dad, this was definitely a bit unnerving. His other father trailed behind him with a small smile as if to say sorry.
Then he felt hands gripping both his shoulders, the familiar face of his dad looming in a rather grim expression. “Is it true?” Harry grimaced a bit at the tone of his dad’s voice, there had only been a few and so very few times his dad had sounded so serious and it made him even more fidgety under the unyielding grip, feeling more like talons by the second.
“Sirius,” the name said with exasperation beyond tiredness. “Not now Remus, I have to know. The fate of the world hangs on this.” He looked towards his father who at the moment was rubbing at his face, looking like he’d just been dug out of his grave.
“Dad,” he said in a tone not too far off from trying to soothe a child throwing a tantrum. He gingerly placed his cup down, the clink echoing louder than it should. “What is true?”
“Don’t play dumb,” his grey eyes looked more steely and it made Harry more nervous about what his dad could be talking about. “The news, Harry, the news.” Sirius scoffed, finally letting him go, “even people who live under a rock and in Antarctica probably seen it already!”
“Dad, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sirius’ mouth clicked shut, staring straight at him, analyzing and calculating.
“The damn interview you had with that-”
“Ahh, good morning.”
Tom.
He strolled in with a smile, why so happy in the early morning or how he could even be smiling, Harry doesn’t know. Harry watched Remus come up to Sirius, a hand on his shoulder. More than to console him, it seemed more like he was trying to hold him back. Sirius did look close to blowing a fuse when Tom's smile grew bigger, which was aimed towards his way.
Harry had a bad feeling about this.
“Hello to you too, father.”
A bad feeling indeed.
“Fa-!” Sirius couldn’t even finish from the vile shock, he had to inhale a deep breath of air. No...What was this thing doing here in his son, his precious son’s humble abode? That was the more important question.
“What is he doing here, in your apartment?” That was said with such venom and malice, Harry was left blinking. He knew his father hated tom but damn he never realized it was that bad.
Remus sent an apologetic smile while also trying to restrain his husband, who would have murdered Tom a million times over already. Harry took a sigh, “Tom,” said man turned towards Harry, his smile looking more genuine and less taunting, “yes, darling.”
“Darl-!” Another shock went through Sirius.
“Please, Sirius.” Remus chastised his husband, firm hands gripping his husband from wreaking havoc.
“Tom, do shut up and stop trying to antagonize my dad.” Tom in turn stayed smiling, eyes closed. He made an uncommitted hum, “hmm.”
Harry then turned to Sirius, he could see veins popping out. At the rate they were going, he was afraid his dad would end up having an aneurysm. “Dad, nothing happened.”
Sirius’ eyes narrowed harshly, picking on that piece of info, “what do you mean by nothing?”
Tom was now grinning, “Harry, how you wound me. What do you mean nothing happened when we had so much...fun.” He finished off delightedly not caring for the growing murderous aura heavily engulfing them.
Harry definitely wanted to smack the man sideways into Thursday for making his life harder than necessary. Why must this always happen to him? He should've just left Tom to the wolves but nooo he had to help the man from the hungry vultures.
“Please, dad.” He tried, placatingly, his hands up as a means of a white flag. “I promise,” he stressed, “nothing happened. After the interview, this idiot couldn’t get away. There were just too many camera vultures and fans. He asked if I could let him hide away...in my...apartment…” as he trailed off, the realization came crashing.
Harry swiftlet turned, staring accusingly at Tom. The puzzles all started connecting and Harry wanted to bang his head on how dumb he was. Look at all the mess he was in just because he didn’t have Hermione with him. Speaking of her, Harry was suddenly afraid to check his phone, he didn’t want to see just what she would have to say. Less so on hearing it.
“y-you...You freaking set me up, you asshat!” Tom shrugged in the face of Harry’s growing dilemma and accusation, “I have no clue what you’re talking about sweet-tart, I simply needed a place to hideaway. Honest to God.” Harry didn’t believe him one bit, especially not from that devious smile. He seriously wanted to punch him to get rid of that nonstop smile.
Seeing how at odds the two were, Sirius was able to take a breath of relief but he’ll be damned to hell if he lets down his guard. But for now, his loveable son is safe and that is what matters. That he’s safe from that abhorrent demon. Hell would be a paradise for him before he let this man have his son.
Tom’s eyes crinkled and Harry had a sinking feeling that he was going to violently disrupt the peaceful calm. “Harry in bed is more enticing than anything my imaginations could’ve come up with.”
And there goes the calm.
“WHAT! You fucking bastard!”
“Sirius! Wait!”
“Ahaha, being this lively isn’t good for your health, father.”
Harry looked forlornly down at his cup of coffee that had gone cold. All he wanted was his fucking coffee, was that too much to ask for. Really nothing happened. They even had a pillow separating them. Maybe he should have just let Tom have his bed, the couch sure looked enticing right about now. He should’ve just clutched his wounded pride and slept on that expensive couch, really use it for what it’s worth but no he just couldn’t back down from rising to the challenge.
Really…
Nothing happened...