Rilo

Look at him, he looks like someone who has thirty seconds to think of something to stay out of trouble from a situation he caused.

This is not a mastermind yet, this is only a morally shadowed adolescent that thinks quickly.

The person who tag me was @oldangryslytherin , the prompt she gave me was Stalker/Stalker.

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Stalker/Stalker

I spiced up a little bit. This is a Stalker/Murder Stalker, Student/Professor au. Hope you like it

The first time Harry saw Tom, it was the tenth of february in twenty twenty-four at the university where Harry studied. Tom was heading out of the university campus, looking at his clock as if he was late for something.

Harry couldn’t help but look–Tom was beautiful.

He started attending each of Tom's classes, just to catch a glimpse of him. The way Tom lectured, wet his lips after talking for minutes about subjects Harry didn’t care about, ran his fingers through his hair, walked through the halls, the perfume he wore, the way he spoke softly, the smiles–all of it. Harry was sure these actions were meant for him. How could they not be?

The building where Tom taught was far from Harry's usual path, but he couldn’t stop himself from going to Tom’s classes. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering about Tom's life. Where did he live? What did he do in his free time? Who did he talk to? Did he have a lover? Did he bring someone home? Harry was consumed by thoughts of Tom. Somehow, he felt they were meant to be. Of course they were.

Tom liked the same things as Harry–the same music, the same series, the same movies, the same sport, they even shared favorite meals. They were perfect for each other.

From every picture Harry secretly took of Tom, he wrote down where it was taken. For everyone who interacted with Tom, Harry described the interaction.

He wanted to know everything about Tom, even in the smallest details, even the things that didn't matter.

But that was no longer enough. Harry because want it all. Everything Tom can give him, and everything he would never be able to. He want Tom every moment, in every sense that wanting could mean. He wants Tom in the literary and carnal sense, he wants to know what Tom's touch is like, what the heat of his skin is like, what his lips feel like.

He wants Tom to have no choice but to be his, and when Tom finally was, he would realize they were meant to be together.

Friday, the nineteenth of may, twenty twenty-three. That was the first time Tom saw Harry. It was at a pub. Harry was mixing extremely complicated drinks for people who didn’t seem grateful enough. Even though Harry was kind to everyone, even those who didn’t deserve it, Tom could see how much he despised all of them—just like him.

Tom started to go to the pub every day Harry worked. One day, he saw Harry laughing and celebrating something with his friends. Tom remembered thinking how beautiful Harry’s smile was and how great he looked. That was until a woman, not much younger than Harry himself, sat on Harry's lap.

Tom saw not only red; he saw carmine.

For Tom, hate wasn’t foreign. It was well known—something that burned inside of him since he was young. Hatred was the first feeling he ever remembered feeling. And it was hatred that drove him to keep stabbing that redhead on her way home. He took her belongings, her money, and threw it all into a river, since no one would need them now.

He went to her funeral, hoping to see Harry there, since he wasn’t going to the pub anymore. The funeral was full. Fuller than he thought his own mother’s funeral had been. The whole city was there. The death of that redhead made her a martyr for the city. There were more police around, and people were definitely more cautious. They became scared of dying while trying to escape from an assault.

There were many sad faces, and there was Harry. Harry crying was as beautiful as Harry smiling.

For a month, that was the only thing people talked about. For a month, Tom didn’t see Harry at the pub. And when that month ended, they locked up someone for her murder—a crackhead too high to know anything. After that, things went back to normal.

Harry wasn’t as cheerful as before, but Tom thought he was charming anyway. Slowly, Tom’s routine became stable again. That was until Harry appeared at the pub wearing his university jumper. Written in big red and yellow letters was: “Potter Rugby Captain, University of Hogwarts.”

That sparked something inside of Tom. He had never tried to look for Harry outside the pub, but now, he was eager to. He wanted to track Harry’s every movement.

It wasn’t hard to get the position as a biochemistry professor at Hogwarts, especially after the previous professor’s disappearance. Tom always looked for Harry in the halls and on campus, but he was never lucky enough to find him. Occasionally, though, he would discreetly watch Harry play rugby, and when asked, he would simply say he liked the sport.

Tom hadn’t anticipated how his schedule would be, so seeing Harry at the pub had become impossible. But he wasn’t angry or sad, because he saw Harry in every class he lectured. Harry was always looking at him, seemingly unable to focus on anything else.

And every time Tom’s eyes found Harry’s, he was certain: they were made for each other.

That was it!

I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes 😫🤞

That bitch is crazy. He will stalk Tom in an unhealthy way, and he is going to try to kill Tom, even after he falls in love because he is just insane, and that's fine. Harry would always put his duty before what he feels.He is a dultiful sicko.

He will try to kill Tom/Voldemort each time he can, and that may or may not turn Voldemort on.

When will you post it?

Yes, I do have an age gap kink.