Title: Nightingale

Genre: Angst/Romance/

Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter

Warning(s): non-con, language, sexual situations, AU

Summary: "You're my pretty little song bird," he hissed, dark eyes ranking possessively over Harry's body. "I'll never let you escape. You're mine."

AN(12/27/10): Alright, because I've gotten a few reviews regarding this issue, I'm going to clear up all the confusion (hopefully). In Nightingale, Tom is a high-school student and Harry is his teacher. There is going to be no magic related things in this at all (most probably). ^_^ I hope that cleared up a lot of your questions and if not, feel free to message me and ask.

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Thrust.

"S-stop it! What do you think you're doing...?"

Harry desperately squirmed, vainly trying to loosen the rough grip that held his hips down. His brilliant green eyes filled with tears, his back arching painfully against the classroom's hard floor as one of his best students fucked him into the tiles.

"Ugh! Don't! Ah, ah..."

Harry whimpered, voice hoarse from screaming so much. His eyes squeezed shut, the fat tears sliding down his flushed cheeks while his hands blindly searched for something to grasp. He faintly heard a chuckle from above him and in retaliation, Harry grasped the broad shoulders and dug his blunt nails into the skin, drawing blood.

"Tom!" he sobbed. "Please, stop!"

His pleads were ignored, if anything the thrusts became wilder, Tom's cock brutally assaulting his insides. When was this torture going to end?

"Don't tell me what to do," Tom hissed, burgundy eyes narrowing down at his teacher. "I'll do whatever I please." Thrust. "And you can't do anything to stop me."

Harry let out a shrill sob, his body shuddering in disgust as he felt Tom thrust one more time before cumming. Instantly it felt like he was being burned from the inside out and Harry distantly heard a part of himself shatter into a million pieces.

Tom smirked down at him, pulling out without remorse. His smirk only grew in intensity when he saw Harry wince from the abrupt departure. He possessively took in his teacher's appearance, appraising the untidy hair, flushed cheeks, and broken eyes.

Those beautiful eyes that he wished to own, those eyes that would only look at him from this day forward, had lost their fighting shine. His Harry had lost hope. Everything was going exactly as he had planned and he couldn't stop a self-satisfied grin from spreading across his face.

Standing up, the student fixed his rumpled clothing before shooting his teacher another dark look. "See you on Monday," he purred, turning around and walking out of the room, leaving Harry alone, defeated, and covered in cum.

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Er, yeah. My first Tom Riddle/Harry Potter thing. I'm not very sure on this thing, and this is really only a kind of test to see how it goes...