Title: All You Wanted
Paring: Harry/Tom, one sided Draco/Harry
Genre: AU, Romance, slight Angst on Draco's point of view. SLASH, you are advised!
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Rating: I used M so far because of couple of bad words. In the future there could be sexual themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This is written merely for fun.

Chapter: 5/? (It will get long :D )

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TOM POV

Tom took a piece of bacon in his mouth, and was chewing on it slowly.

He did not interact with Harry since the Slug Club meeting.

He knew the Gryffindor would not be easy to win over as an ally, and he needed the right incentive to pull this off.

Since Slughorn conversation was evidently not enough, he was patiently waiting the right moment. It wasn't like he had nothing to do in the meantime: he had to get the ritual started before the next full moon, and he still missed coupled of ingredients.

He also had to answer couple mails from the front of the war, with reports about how was it going, and especially enchantments used.

He was not a dark lord yet, but he was working on expanding his contacts.

Luckily for him, many of his privileged classmates had family in the ministry, and those always had fresh news about the war. About things the newspaper was not talking about.

Yes, he wanted to eliminate Grindelwald, but that did not mean he could not learn something from the current dark lord before eliminating him. It was such a waste of talent to not grab whatever he could from the German wizard.

And if all of this wasn't enough, he had his new entertainment to distract himself with.

Taking another piece of bacon, Tom let his eyes scan over the table, observing the Sytherins interacting with each other. Luckily it was well known that he was to be left alone at breakfast, so nobody was bothering him with useless talks.

His eyes stopped on the figure of Malfoy, noticing how the blonde was staring at the Gryffindor table from the corner of his eyes. Then, the grey eyes moved, staring into his own black ones. Tom offered him a twisted smile, lifting his glass to take a sip of grape juice, without taking his look off the blonde.

Very slowly, Tom moved his dark gaze over the figure of Harry Potter, noticing how the Gryffindor was animatedly talking with Finnegan and Waesley about something, moving his hands. Tom would have never talked like that, it was just too obvious and definitely not that class, but he got to admit to himself that it somehow befitted Harry's personality and figure. The pureblood who does not care, because he does not have to.

Tom turned back to Draco, a sardonic smile on his face.

Malfoy obsessively stared at his food after that, much to Tom's gratification.

The prefect never liked the young Malfoy. He found him a coward, with no backbone, and the fact that this little blond had the assumption to take his place as the king of Slitherin was just disgraceful. And, even if Tom was reluctant to admit it to himself, he truly just disliked the blonde. Something rubbed him off the wrong way, and, unfortunately for Malfoy, he had the power to make his life a living hell if he so wanted.

There was a sick pleasure in knowing Malfoy fancied Potter, and the entire school believed Potter fancied him.

It made him almost wish it was true.

HARRY POV

Harry entered the potion class feeling rather restless.

The last time he interacted with his potion partner hadn't gone that well, and he would have preferred to avoid another confrontation.

Truly he was irritated by Riddle behavior. What did Riddle know about anything?

He had no connection to the war, and, as far as Harry was concerned, he had no connection to Harry himself.

The Slytherin did not know him at all, and never showed any interest in him, aside from the random, freakishly stares he got at the duelist club.

Last week, the Slytherin had never looked at him twice.

With a quick glance, Harry could see the back of Riddle, already sitting at their desk.

Smiling one last time at Ron and Hermione, the Gryffindor walked up to the desk, sitting down with a loud tonf.

"Goodmorning Harry"

Riddle voice was polite and neutral; the Slytherin did not even turn to greet him.

Harry bit his lower lip, searching in his notes.

"I got a lot of books from Remus, and they had many interesting facts about Veritasierum. Especially regarding how it is seen in other cultures.

Britain is one of the only countries that allow its use, even if by the aurors only.

It took me two days to extract all the information"

Harry said all in one phrase, never stopping.

Riddle finally turned toward him, a slight, amused smirk on his face.

"you did your homework"

Harry opened his eyes is surprise at the light mockery in the other's tone.

"Did you think I was a slacker?"

"No, quite the opposite actually. But is my understanding that usually Granger helps you doing the research. And now you did it alone"

Harry lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Your assumptions about me grow day by day Riddle"

"And your assumption about Slytherins are so solidified in your mind by the way you grow up and the people you surround yourself with, that there is not even a way for them to grow anymore"

Harry observed Riddle in silence, calculating the hard look he was receiving.

He would not deny the fact that was not a big fan of Slytherins, they were sly, manipulative and generally disliked Gryffindors back.

"Are you implying something here?"
Harry's voice was no more than a whisper, but his tone was stiff and defensive.

"I don't know Harry" and his name was whispered back at him, dripping derision.

Harry couldn't help but notice that the other had a velvety quality to his voice that Harry's would never have.

"Did you imply something about me last time we talked?"

Harry felt the urgent need to run his hands through his hairs.
Why did they have to work with the other houses again? Ah, yes… building a community. New friendship.

Harry sneered at himself, his thoughts saturated with sarcasm. This was for sure headed towards a great friendship.

"Look Riddle, you told me I'm not good enough. How did you expect me to react? Pleased? Of course I was pissed off"

Tom just stared back at him, and it was almost like the Slytherin was spacing out.

Only Harry knew that could not be the case.

"I was trying to help you"

Harry lifted the side of his mouth in an unbelieving smile, but he felt his anger slowly disappear.

"Why is that? You don't seem like the type that cares so much about people you don't know"

Riddle eyes sharpened again, zooming. Harry could have sworn the black eyes had a slight reddish quality in the black irises. It must have been the scarcely illuminated part of the castle.

Harry could not react. In a second Riddle was in his personal space, face close to the other faces, eye to eye.

One hand softly holding his right bicep through the school uniform.

"Again assumptions" Riddle said this in his regular tone, before his voice dropped.

"Maybe you are just too pretty to let go to waste".

Harry opened his mouth in what was probably a perfect O, not even embarrassed.

Did he understand the whisper well?

"Oh, so it is true. Oh that is so great!"

Harry abruptly turned, facing the figure of Slughorn standing in the entrance of the class, and the stares of all his classmates.

"I found it marvelous. That is an example of great acceptance. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor, and which Slytherin and Gryffindor. Uhuh" Continued Slughorn, winking at him and Tom before walking to the front of the class to begin the lesson.

Harry's eyes met Ron's first. Then Hermione's. Then everybody else. Hell, even Malfoy was staring at him not commenting. Bad sign.

And then he just blushed.

"Shall we meet in the library to work on the essay?
Riddle smooth voice asked him while he was packing everything away.

For the whole lesson Harry had felt the eyes of his classmates on his back, but he had tried to brush it off and acted normally with Riddle. As normal as he could after being called pretty. Thank Merlin nobody heard that part.

"Yes, but I have quidditch practice before the game this weekend"

Riddle showed no reaction at the words, like he could not care less.
Or he already knew it, Harry though feeling uncomfortable, but trying not to show it.

"I'll owl you, trying to find a time that fits both of us"

"Harry…"

He spun around, nothing Hermione and Ron waiting him at the door.

"'coming!" And, nodding at Riddle one last time, Harry sprinted out of the class as fast as possible.

They walked in silence for few steps.

"Harry…" Hermione started as soon as they reached the stares to leave the dungeons.

"Please. I know what you all though, but it's not that"

"… that?" Ron voiced echoed his, a question hanging in there.

"I do not fancy him" Harry answered, lips thigh and harsh voice.

"I know but… it is strange you know. I can understand what the others think.

After today, the rumors will increase again"

Harry let his shoulders succumb to the exasperation, and sent a pleading look in the directions of his two best friends.

"Please guys. I told you we had a sort of fight at the Slug Club, today was round two"

Hermione nodded, but Harry could read in the brown eyes of the girl that she was still full of doubts and questions. He just did not want to deal with them right now.

Ron was way more accepting, putting his hands on Harry shoulder and squeezing it tightly to show his support.

DRACO POV

It was evening, and Draco was eating his dinner in a rather grim mood, a constant lately.

He was obstinately forcing himself to listen to Crabbe and Goyle discussion about what happened to Longbottom during charms, but he wasn't actively participating in it.

He was keeping his thoughts as far as possible from Potter, Riddle and his classmates in general.

Then he heard the sound of an owl.

He lifted his eyes to the roof of the great hall.

Another owl.

Another own.

Another 15 owls.

Another…

Merln's beard…

The entire great hall was filled with flying owls, dropping newspaper everywhere.

He quickly glanced at the professors, but they seemed as surprised as the students, all scrambling to grab a newspaper.

A special edition?

At night?

Draco had a dreadful feeling inside his guts.

This had never happened before. And for the Daily Prophet to send owls in the late evening, something must have happened.

And he was not stupid enough to believe it was the wedding of the minister.

Draco reached out, and grabbed one of the newspapers.

Unfolding it, he was faced with a defined picture of a wizard smirking, bowing in mockery, almost as he knew the picture was taken.

Grindelwald.

Surprise attack on France. The invasion has begun.

Today, in the late afternoon, Gridelwarld's followers attacked the border of Magical France, succeeding in destroying the defense and advancing.

Although we don't know yet the details, it is clear that Grindlewald's forces were far more superior than expected, and France did not stand a chance.

What makes this attack even more disturbing is the fact that Grindelwald himself participated in it. He was seen fighting, and voices say that the Drak lord himself was the murderer of the head chief of French Aurors, Umbrie Chatin. It was confirmed the death of the brilliant witch between 5 to 6pm today.

Grindelwald let a message with his followers, declaring that any country that tried to stop him by helping the German or, now, France resistance would be attacked next.

We are all aware that our Auror department is helping in the war, actively participating in it.

Are we next?

As a direct message against our nation, Grindelwald had gravely injured one of our best duelists: Sirius Black.

He is now recovered in a French magical hospital in Paris.

We have no news of his current condition.

Should the ministry bring back Britain's Auror. We may need them here soon enough.

All the signs are there.

Helping Germany was Britain biggest mistake, and it may send us direct into the war

More news soon,

Yours truly,

Rita Skeeter.

Pg.4 = Sirius Black. Is he still our best Dueler?

Pg.5 = What about Dumbledore?

Draco lifted his gaze, a thrill running through his body.

And it felt very much like terror.

TOM POV

Tom finished reading the article, feeling excited like very few times in his life before.

It was happening.

It was real. And it all fitted inside his master-plan.

Well, a bit earlier than he had planned, but he could work with it.

He stared at the Gryffindor table, noticing how pale Potter looked.

Hands clinched in frustration. Lips tight.

The Gryffindor stood up and stormed out of the great hall, not even waiting for Weasley and Granger to catch up with him.

Tom grinned, humming as the chaos was erupting between the students and the teacher.

Oh yes, he could definitely work with this.

AN= Crazy short I know, but I'm leaving for a trip and I wanted to update with what I had so far! If not tou would have waited too long!

Now things start to kick in, finally :D

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