Title: Love you, Love you not.

Summary: "Let me show u something beautiful." He whispers. Slash HP/TRLV

Warnings: SLASH (male/male) pairings if ya don't know what that means, swearing, violence in, Evil! Slytherin! Harry! Self harm, a lot of agast!

Pairings: HP/TRLV

Disclaimer: What are u looking at me for? I don't own it!

A/N: Ok, this maybe a little confusing… in Hp book number 2 instead of Ginny getting tom riddles dairy Harry gets it, and then Dumbledore saves Harry and destroys the dairy. Umm yea so please tell me what you think!

Chapter 10:

Harry's POV:

"Harry. Harry, wake up, it's just a dream!"

Hermione's voice, then. Hermione's hands on my shoulders shaking me awake.

"What?" I asked, cracking my eyes open.

Tears were streaming down her face. I was startled by it. "Hermione, what's wrong?" I cried. She looked away, holding her knuckles to her mouth, shaking her head.

"Hermione-?"

She jumped up from beside me and left the room. I stared after her, but she didn't come back, or talk to me for the rest of the day. I had just looked down at the dainty ring twinkling on my finger.

Now I lie here on my back on my bed waiting for sleep to take me, holding my hand up and squinting in the dark at the pretty little thing, twisting it around and around my finger humming a tune like a little boy who has been kept occupied so that the adults can sit alone and talk, leaving me out.

That's infuriating. I'm so very angry right now, and with that in my mind, I fall into a restless sleep. Restless, that is, because I don't exactly rest when I'm sleeping…

After yet another harrowing ordeal- and sorry if I sound bitter, or rather, I'm not sorry if I sound bitter- I finally calm down and the screaming of Tom's name ends. I look up at him, his hair lank with sweat and mine mangled and tangled around my head. The skin on my shoulders is raw from where he gripped me, and even though last night he was all grace and gentle caresses, this night he's very impulsive and reckless. Oh, doesn't it ever end? Apparently not.

"Harry," he pants, looking at me with satisfaction, then confusion. "What's wrong with you now?"

"Nothing," I mope. He rolls his eyes, which doesn't exactly shock me, since he seems to do a lot of that.

"Well, you didn't seem so sulky a moment ago," he says stubbornly, smoothing his shirt down.

"Tom, you know, that wasn't exactly easy," I grumble, looking down at the Earth. He follows my gaze and there is a silence for a while.
"You know, that's ours," he remarks suddenly.
"Yeah, so you say."
"You don't sound convinced."
"Maybe it's ours in this little mirror-world of yours," I counter, glaring at him, "but you know damn well that Dumbledore won't let you take it."

He slapped me. Wow, now that's a surprise. Not.

"We climbed up here just so you could look down at the world where we rule and pathetic muggles don't exist," he said, sullen, "and now you're talking about Dumbledore. Well, Dumbledore doesn't care for you."
"So what? Neither do you."
"I'm marrying you, aren't I?"

I roll my eyes back at him. Slap.

"Touch me again, Riddle, " I growl. "And I swear, I swear to God…"

He grabs my shoulders again and pushes me down against the tree's trunk, slamming me against it violently. "Have it your way," he said curtly and walked off the edge of the bough. And now the tree is gone and I'm sitting in the middle of a black- thing.

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Whatever, Tom…have it your own way…

I guess you only liked me because I look so pretty decked out in jewels, hanging over my body, dripping, as I lay in a sea of molten gold and dance, come hither, and then get the hell away.

And I spin around in a gilded bird cage, singing like a captured pretty thing of yours. Why does the caged bird sing? Not sure. Maybe it just knows that if it wants to stay alive, it has to sing for you.

I sink to my knees in despair when my throat is hoarse, leaning against the metal bars, no comfort.

But soon I'll feel my clipped wings pulled up and my feathers ruffled, and the caged bird will be singing again. God be damned so I can go to heaven, please…

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Little bird, little bird, won't you fly, fly away?

Little bird, little bird, won't you fly away?

Little bird, birdie, why don't you fly away from here?

He won't let me…

I am so confused

I can't do the things I thought I used to

He wont' let me…

I'm dirty, so abused

I can't do the things that keep me from dying…

My wings are bound and broken

I'm held down, I'm pinned-

Tortured for my sins….

So why does that crazy bird sing? Is it saving itself, or is it really happy? And how could I ever be happy when I love to fly so much….?

THE END!!

A/N: OMG!! This is the first story I have finished omg!!