"What next?" Said an amused voice.
A voice, that Harry realized with mounting horror, sounded an awful like...
"You didn't think I wouldn't notice?" A voice purred, and Harry flinched when a warm hand planted itself on his shoulder, the heat scalding as it bled through the thin fabric of his invisibility cloak. "That I wouldn't find you sneaking around past curfew? How careless of you."
The hand squeezed Harry tightly, the fingers digging so harshly into his shoulder that he swore he'd have bruises by the end of this mess.
If he made it out alive with his dignity intact, that is.
"I-I can explain..." Harry tried, but was abruptly cut off when Riddle suddenly jerked him around and forced him against the wall, the harsh concrete biting into his shoulder blades and the back of his head clipping the wall at his back. Harry felt his vision spin, his mouth parting to relief a pained curse.
"Sneaking into the Prefects bathroom...I wonder just what it was that you were doing there."
Harry wanted the ground to swallow him up right then and there. He felt his cheeks warm, and his mouth part into a shocked "o", the heavy implication in the teen's voice doing little for his resolve. Harry could hardly believe his ears, unable to speak at all because Riddle couldn't possibly know what he'd been up to.
He just couldn't. But convincing himself of this fact was growing more difficult the longer Harry stood in the empty hallway with the Headboy looming over him like some shadow.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said, casting his gaze up despite the cloak draped over his head. It was a miracle it had somehow not fallen off from Riddle's rough manhandling, but he certainly wasn't about to complain.
Anything was better than looking Riddle in the face. Not with how flushed his cheeks were.
"Oh? I don't?" Riddle hummed, the amusement in his voice grating on Harry's nerves.
Riddle sounded smug. Too smug. Like he knew something Harry didn't, and that never boded well. Not when it came to the literal prince of Slytherin.
And then Riddle pressed close, caging Harry into the wall before abruptly ripping the cloak from Harry's head. Harry had no time to react.
Harry glared at Riddle, noticing the mischievous twist to the teen's lips. He looked like the cat that ate the cream. And Harry felt something anxious twist in his gut when Riddle's gaze lowered and slowly raked his gaze up to Harry's face.
It looked like Riddle was...No, the teen couldn't possibly, Harry denied furiously in his head.
In spite of this, Harry flushed a bright crimson. He simply could not control his reaction. Even if the thought that Riddle was checking him out was absurd. Riddle was admittedly the most attractive boy in all of Hogwarts. And the fact that he was pressed too closely to him now, and it seemed like Riddle was, circ help him, flirting with him. It just could not be helped. Not that he would admit to any of this, he'd sooner chew glass than admit something like that.
Riddle already had an ego the size of England. Harry knew for a fact that any sort of compliment flung in the teen's direction would just be a mistake.
Just as much a mistake as it was to be standing in the middle of the hallway with the teen at 2 a.m.
"Just give me detention and be done with it." Harry growled, watching the way Riddle's smile seemed to widen further and his eyes glitter with an emotion Harry could not quite name.
"Detention? I could think of something much better than scrubbing cauldrons," Riddle purred.
Harry felt his heart stutter.
Harry felt his cheeks grow hot, the skin burning with a heat he never would have guessed that it could.
This was absurd. Absolutely mad.
Riddle could not possibly...?
"W-what are you saying?" Harry asked, freezing when Riddle leaned in until their lips were milimeters apart. The warmth of Riddle's breath fanned against his lips, and Harry swore that if he breathed too hard, their lips might even brush.
This could not be happening.
"I know why it is that you leave your dorm, Harry..." Riddle said, his warmth breath tickling the sensitive skin of Harry's lip.
Harry felt his world spin for a moment, unable to move despite all freedom to do so. Riddle was not restraining him. There was no wand pressed against his rib cage. He was perfectly capable of leaving, but Riddle's presence sucked out any thought of escape. Especially when his eyes were trained to his own, the murky pools seeming to trap his own, verdant ones.
"I have seen you, watched you sink into clear waters with lit sconces reflected along your skin..." Riddle's voice sounded hoarse to Harry's ears, the drop from the teen's silky baritone to the husky sound that Harry now caught, intoxicating. Harry felt his heart race and his stomach clench, his tongue peeking out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips.
When had it gotten hot in the hallway? Harry could not recall.
"I have heard you, your soft moans echoing through the deathly silent room. Your pink mouth opening to release such delicious cries..." Harry's breath hitched, unable to stop the sound when Riddle's voice dropped lower, and a hand suddenly pressed against the wall just left of his head.
"W-when did you--" Harry tried to ask, but stopped when Riddle's index finger pressed against his lips.
The touch seared Harry straight to the bone, the sensation a heady shock to his senses.
"Shhh, I am not finished. Listen." Harry could only nod his head, drawn in by the hypontic swirl of black in Riddle's eyes, and the way the teen's lips moved as he spoke. It was easily the most seductive thing Harry had ever seen. And he had no bloody idea what to do.
Harry couldn't have spoken if he tried.
"And each time, I heard you say my name."
Harry swallowed, trembling when Riddle's finger began to caress the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip as he spoke.
"Such a curious thing to come out of your lips."
Harry didn't know what to think. He was overwhelmed and shocked all at once, the sensation of the teen's finger on his lips distracting as he tried to string together a response.
Not that anything Harry could say could justify this. He had in fact been leaving his dorm to...take care of business.
Still, Harry parted his lips to say something, but instead of the halfhearted denial he planned to say, Harry felt a moan leave his lips when Riddle pressed his knee between his parted thighs. The friction of the teen's leg and Harry's tight trousers making his cock stiffen.
Harry hardly registered when Riddle twined his fingers into his wild locks.
"So what will it be, Harry?" Riddle asked, the soft sound too alluring and decadent to be real.
Harry never felt more conflicted in his life.
