Wrong Choices, yet again.
A/N: I have the strangest urge to write a creature Harry or Voldie fic to practice writing smut. Anywhos, thank you so much for the reviews :giddy: Thank youu. So, here's the next chapter.
"Normal talking or normal story line"
"Game chat or in game story line"
"How could you guys." Harry hissed, furiously slicing and dicing the arrays of foods that decorated the island.
The said people were sitting with a chesire grin implanted on their face. Their legs swinging back and forth from the stool. They just kept on grinning and drooling at the delicious smell eminating from the various pots and pans whistling under the blistering heat from the stove's fire.
"Har bear, we did you a favor." Ginny groaned, tilting her head back, facing the milky white ceiling. Her hands clutching on the front of the island in support while her foot twisted into the stool's leg to gain more support.
"Yes, even though you say you despise his utter…utter….what's the word?" Hermione mumbled, her hands flailing up and down in an attempt to scour the right word.
"Existence? Life? His face? His attitude? He himself?" Harry filled in, each word enhanced with the sound of the knife hitting the hard board.
"Har bear, you're going to get yourself covered in vegetable's juice if you keep doing that." Ginny giggled. "Or, maybe that is your idea. Get yourself ready for the dinner and the private dinner after that." Ginny raised her eyebrows, her smile seductive.
Harry just glared and grabbed a handful of bright red cherries and flung it towards the grinning duo. Much to Harry's luck the two laughing hyenas' ducked and dodged every cherries that were fired towards them.
"Don't waste food young man, think of those underprivileged children all around the world who have to work all day, every day just for one spoon of meal." Hermione had entered her strict mother mode.
"Mhm." Ginny nodded, more than happy to help scold the scowling Harry.
"Thanks, Gin. Means a lot. Just for that you aren't having anything." Harry stated, the knife raised in front of him pointing threateningly at the red haired who was just not scared at all.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded before grabbing a ladle and lightly hitting Harry's head who moaned in protest.
"Serves you right." Ginny teased, poking her tongue out. She opened her mouth in order to say something but was cut off with the sound of the bell.
Ding Dong Ding
"Oh, who could that be?" Harry questioned, before casting his gaze to the grinning cat clock that mounted his wall. 6:01 it read. "Much too early for Tom to come." Harry scrunched up his nose and urged Ginny to go open the door who was more than happy to carry out the job.
"Do you think it is Tom? But it really is too early for him to come." Hermione mumbled before gulping one of the cherries down followed quickly by the ice cold vanilla flavoured ice-cream.
"Who knows?" Harry mumbled before turning away from Hermione to face his numerous steaming pots and pans.
Ginny stood in the brightly lit hallway, fixing her hair and straightening pur her dress. With a small "huff" and a practiced smile she opened the door. An immediate frown replaced that practiced smile.
"Ron? What are you doing here?" Ginny inquired, raising her neatly preened eyebrows.
"Herm invited me over." Ron stated, puffs of cold breath blew out with every words. "Can I come in? It's cold out here, you know." He muttered shrugging off snows that had built a nest around his polished shoes.
Ginny just moved out of the way to let in her brother. Her head poking out of the door, looking left and right in search of the most anticipated guest of the evening. So far, no sign.
"Come on Gin." Ron muttered, already having rid himself of his wet coat and walking up the two stairs into the lounge.
Ginny followed soon after. Occasionally throwing back hopeful look towards the front door. "Hope he comes soon." She whispered before giving out a sigh, her shoulders slumping forward.
"Hope who comes soon?" Ron questioned looking oddly at his little sister.
"Tom." Ginny smiled before leaving for the kitchen. "Come on bro, 'mione is in kitchen with Harry."
"O-kay." Ron gave her a weird look before entering the kitchen. "Hiya Harry." He greeted at once having come face to face with his best friend.
"Oh hey Ron." Harry replied, his head twisting back to give his best friend a warm smile of welcome. "Just sit around, Herm can you give him something to drink. Its in that cupboard over there." Harry said, pointing at the long lone cupboard standing beside the fridge.
"Okay Harry." Hermione agreed moving towards the said cupboard.
"So, how you been?" Harry questions, his back now turned at the trio that were loitered in his kitchen that was once sparkling clean, now possessed dirty pans and stains.
"Not much. Just having to listen to the boss' shouts and screams everyday." Ron sighed. "Oh thanks Herm." He smiled in gratitude all the while taking the drink handed to him.
"Oh?" Was all Harry said before disappearing his conscious into the heavenly aroma that emitted from the baked cake.
"So, Ron what was it you wanted to say?" Hermione asked, munching on yet another cherry secretly stolen away from the bowl that Harry had hid after finding out about the thief.
"Oh, that…it's never mind." Ron smiled, before taking one more gulp from his drink. "What's this anyway? Lemonade?"
Hermione just nodded before turning back to Ginny and started to chat away with her about the impatiently awaited guest.
8:59
The clock read and Harry was fully ready and waiting for his had mixed various international dishes into tonight's dinner. Fully determined to make the ever so renowned actor of all make his jaw drop and fly into heaven and hopefully kiss every path Harry will walk. Begging and whimpering for him to cook for him again.
Harry looked at his perfectly cooked crispy prawn toasts decorated with three slice of chopped cucumber with a small thoroughly washed white rose on top of it. A juicy plate of bulgogi ready for the main course and fully ready to make its taster die and fly into heaven. And finally five cups of lime and blueberry crumble sat in its perfect perfection in five little different coloured cups.
Now all he had to do was wait for his guests and watch his friends glare at him for not feeding them anything so far.
"Come on Harrryyyy one bite. Pleeease." Ginny begged, clutching onto Harry's shirt in desperate attempt to coax him in. But of course Harry was having none and he just ignored her staring into space.
"Where is he?" Ron muttered, desperately trying to hide the embarrassing sounds his stomach was making, demanding to be fed. "Are you sure that he knows that he is invited?"
"Of course he does Ron. He even made Harry go home quicker just to make sure that everything was perfectly ready." Hermione replied, the only one sane enough not to show her crankiness due to hunger.
"Then where is h-" Ron was cut off with the sound of the front door bell.
"That must be him." Ginny sat up straight, before dashing off to the door. She quickly opened the door open and lo and behold it-
"Severus Snape?" Ginny asked, her face turning into a frown.
"Yes, I am here on behalf of Tom to apologise for his noticeable absence." Snape said, before looking behind her to see the owner of the house standing.
"He is not coming?" Harry questioned, leaning back on the wall.
"Yes, he has been held off due to some private business. But he does wish to taste your food and would like his portion delivered. And, he sends this gift to express his apology." Snape quickly strode past the sulking Ginny and stood in front of the green eyed teen. His hands stretched out holding the gift.
"Thank you I guess." Harry said, accepting the gift. "Please come in, have something to drink or eat. I'll get Tommy boy's food ready." With that said he walked off towards the kitched leaving Ginny to escort the guest into the lounge.
"Is it Tom, Harry?" Hermione questioned him as he entered the kitchen.
"No, its Snape. Tom is busy somewhere else but he wants the food. " Harry said, throwing the gift carelessly onto the island, before busying himself to pack up the cooked food."
"Oh? Does that mean we can't eat?" Ron questioned, having to leave with an empty stomach terrorising his very being.
"Of course not, there's enough here for everyone. Help yourself." Harry gestured towards the bowls of food. "I'll just give this to Snape. Help yourself guys." Harry strode out of the kitchen, the box of food clutched in between his fingers.
"Gin, you can go eat now. The other two have already started. Snape you can j-"
"No, I will be fine thank you." Snape stood up, taking on final gulp of wine and placing it on the table. "Is that his?" He questioned, nodding his head towards the packet in Harry's hand.
"Yup." Harry replied, stretching his hand forward to pass the package onto his enemy's manager-ex manager? He didn't know.
"Well then I shall be leaving." Snape swiftly walked towards the door with Harry on tow. "Thank you for the drink and one more thing," He stated turning his head back from the door. "Tom wants you to wear the gift when you meet him tomorrow, he said it will match with something black. Well, good night then." With that said Snape disappeared down the street and into the awaiting car.
Next day found Harry stood in front of Tom's dressing room. Half his face covered with the dark sapphire blue chanel scarf he had got as as gift from his self proclaimed rival. Sighing Harry's knuckle found the wooden door. Two quick knock later a drowsy "Come in" approved Harry for an entrance. Inside he found Tom laid down on the red leather couch pushed back to the wall. His left leg bent upwards while the other hung off. His left arm covering his eyes as the other laid loose on top of his chest.
He must've been back from modeling, Harry thought taking in the dress he was wearing. A black silk shirt, half unbuttoned showing his muscled chest. A white cashmere scarf wrapped loose around his neck. The black tight jeans that hugged his legs perfectly disappearing with the knee high leather boots. What brand was it? Wait why am I even wondering?
"Like what you see?" A soft playful smirk found its way into Tom's mouth.
"Shut it." Harry glared, trying his best to hide his face within the scarf.
Sitting up Tom's piercing gaze found its way to Harry's form. Who was looking delicious draped in the blue. "I thought I said blue." Tom lifted his perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"And when did I ever give you permission to order me around and even if you did I'd never follow your..whatever it-What?" Harry stopped mid sentence when all of a sudden Tom's face was in front of him. And with that those luscious lips just inches from his own. Within a matter of seconds those same lips had landed on his very own. This time Harry was fully prepared and quickly pushed him off-well, tried to push him off. His hands was caught. Those very familiar lips soon began sucking on his lips, begging for entrance. Which, of course Harry had no intense of giving. He soon struggled to remove his hand from its captor.
"Come on Harry give in." Tom whispered against his lips, giving it a few licks and nips. "I know that you want to. You always have, haven't you? Ever since you were little when I rescued you from that god forsaken place." Tom's gaze looking up to Harry's frozen form. "Did you think I forgot you?" Tom questions, easily amused.
"You are not him." Harry retorted, stepping back and away from the clutch, his gaze shifting down to the floor.
"Whatever you say. You admired me…till that date of course. I never knew it would have such an impact on you." Tom mused, his fingers moving up to drag down the scarf that covered his neck. He let it fall down on the floor before turning his back to Harry to see himself in the mirror that draped the back wall.
"You do know, you threatening my friends is the only thing keeping me from t-" Harry stopped, a tangible fear showing in his emerald eyes. That malicious sneer that embraced Tom's face promising death to anything and everything that promised him trouble.
"You kn-"
Knock Knock
He was cut off with the continuous rapping on the door. Sighing Tom picked up the fallen scarf and once again wrapped it in his neck. "Come in." He muttered and in came Draco Malfoy, dressed in something similar to Tom.
"Riddle, we have to go. Break's ov-oh, I didn't know you had company." Draco grinned, his eyes taking in Harry's form. "And he is t-"
"He is my new assistant Draco. I thought Lucius informed you of it." Draco just raised his eyebrow. "I guess he didn't. I, of course will not blame him, looks like you were not important enough to know everything happening around." Tom smirked, at the obvious detest the young Malfoy was showing him.
"Harry this is Draco, Draco this is Mr Potter." Tom introduced them.
"Mr Potter?" Draco questioned.
"Well, you need to call him something don't you? And you are not close enough for first name basis, nor will you ever be." Tom smiled. A cold smile.
What is he up to? Harry thought, clearly showing his distaste at his boss. "Nice to meet you, Draco." Harry greeted, a small smile planted on his face. Draco just sneered at him in return. Well atleast he doesn't hide his feelings.
"Let's go Draco." Tom commanded, removing himself and Draco out of the room. "Oh, Har bear. The dinner was exquisite. Haven't had anything like that in years. I look forward to more and next time I will actually grace my delightful presence at your house." With that said Harry was left alone in the room.
After he was left alone, Harry grabbed the first thing that came into his hands and smashed i-"Oh, its Tom's phone." He muttered looking at the black Motorola prizm. He flipped the phone on and off, continuing the process multiple times before pocketing it and strode out of the room.
Tom returned to an empty room, surprisingly still intact. Well, this is weird he thought. He was sure that Harry would've wrecked havoc to it by now. He just sighed and forced his body to walk towards the couch that he forcefully ordered Lucius to put. He fell down on the couch, his face meeting the cool leather and the nauseating smell. Scrunching his face, his hands searched for his headphones. Not being able to find he, he sighed and sat up. His ipod wasn't there but was in different pieces across the room. Must've thrown it there in anger, he thought. Scrunching his face, he walked up to the dressing table, looking himself in the mirror and frowning in disgust.
"What's happened to me." He questioned to no one in particular. His fingers came up to his cheek to trace the unforgetable scar that was there before. Muttering curses he scrouged the desk, removing any items not caring where they fell or smashed in order to dig out his laptop.
Harry laid back, tired. Working for Lucius was wor-no better compared to working for the self proclaimed genius. He pulled of his gifted chanel scarf, doing his best not to shred it to piece. He was giving it to Ginny. Sighing Harry got up and trudged his way to the computer. It was difficult sitting with him still wearing the coat but he could care less. He turned on his computer and logged in.
"Vert has logged in!"
IamLordVoldermort: Look who is here.
Vert: hey old man.
IamLordVoldermort: How was your day?
Vert: Worst.
IamLordVoldermort: Oh…
Vert: I am working for the worst being on the world. And I put my emphasis on WORST.
IamLordVoldermort: hahaha I get you. I have to work like that as well, but it's fun I guess. I get to torture and scare everyone :3
Vert: Sounds fun :(
IamLordVoldermort: It is
Before Harry got the chance to reply, his phone began to ring. He looked up and away from the computer, glaring daggers at it.
Vert: Sorry phone.
IamLordVoldermort: got it.
Harry pushed the chair back and walked up towards the device that gave of the ear splitting sound.
"Hello." Harry greeted.
"Hey Harry, its my 'mione." An excited voice came through the other end.
"Oh, hey Herm. Whats up?" Harry questioned, laying side ways against the wall.
"Well, isn't it suppose to be you telling me the news?"
"What news?" He questioned, his face showing confusion.
"Oh, he didn't tell you did he?"
"Who didn't tell me what?" He was now genuinely confused.
"Have you checked your mail yet?"
"No."
"Then go check it and then call me back." With that said, the call ended short.
Harry just stood there, gaping at the receivor. Shaking his head and straightening his glasses he put the phone down and walked back to the computer. The message "Hey Vert, I have to go, Cya 2mows."Was left for him and a notice showing that his friend has logged off showed up in his screen. Harry just grumbled and clicked the internet icon. Quickly typing in "hotmail" he logged in, two unread mail was awaiting to be opened. Double clicking on the icon he patiently awaited for the mail to appear.
From:
To:
Subject: Change in scenery
Mr Potter, as an assisstant for Mr Tom Marvolo Riddle you are being taken to Singapoor with him for his next filming next week. All of the accomodation will be provided. I am sorry that I could not inform this to you earlier as I was only informed about this couple of minutes after you left. I hope that you will find the sudden change suitable.
LM
CEO of Order Enterprise.
Message received xx of November 20xx
Harry just sat there shocked. He knew that Tom was going to Singapoor next week and was ecstatic to breathe air without the self proclaimed god's presence terrorising its purity. But now, that was old new. He closed the mail and clicked open another one.
From:
To:
Subjest: Hullo, my slave
Hey Har bear, I think you got the message from Lucius but I had to confirm it myself. You are coming with me to Singapoor next week and of course I have invited your two friends over as well. If I had not "accidently" lost my phone I would not havet to drag you over so I can call using your phone but since I seem to have "accidently" lost it I have to use yours.
If you do not come next week, I will come over to your house with a leash to drag you. See you next week Harry.
TMR
p.s. most of my content on the phone is locked.
Message received xx of November 20xx
Harry was furious. Actually that was an understatement. He was furious, enraged, inflamed and ready to snap that bastard's neck. But of course he could not do that. Instead, he will make him pay. He did not care what Tom had done for him, he will make Tom pay and he will show everyone what Tom truly was.
Soft melody erupted from the pocket of his coat. He was still wearing it. Quickly shuffling it out he found it was Tom's phone alerting its owner of the new message. Flicking it open he found a message from an unkown user but he knew who it was due to the "TMR." Four simple words made his anger reach a new level. He screamed in frustration and threw the phone to the wall in front of him, smashing it into smitherins.
xLVHPx
Tomorrow, infront of plaza 10 AM
TBC
a/n: Its finished. :falls: I am so sorry that it is shorter than other chapters but I could not write anything else to it. So, what do you think? Please keep reviewing, they make me type faster. :gives muffin to all those who already reviewed. And I might write a oneshot before posting next chapter with a possibility of smut and creature Harry. Who knows.
A reply to the anonymous review I got:
Firstly, thank you for the compliment ^^. And I did say everyone would be OOC and on top of that there is a reason as to the way they act as "socially awkward, nerdy 13-year-old-girls" And the reason as they are in "some silly chat site" is beccause it is relevant to the plot development. I did not put the chat there or their silly behaviour just because I got lazy and decided to fill a spot. Everything I have inserted in the story is there for a reason, like it is in every story. Hope that fills you in.
yB