#alpha!tom riddle

Summary:

The absolute, absurd relief he feels upon seeing Harry enter the ballroom is practically its very own brand of illicit potion-- even if he's being escorted on his godfather's arm.

It nearly has him stepping forward, stepping away, from the insipid sycophants talking his ear off. Only propriety stops him.

Just the sight of him, in the robes Voldemort sent, is enough to relieve him of the pounding headache he's had since arriving. And, as he draws nearer, the scent of him adds to the soothing balm of his presence.

"Good evening, my Lord," Harry says.

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“My assh*le tastes like butterbeer... My eyes are wide like pumpkin tarts!”

Inspired by the song ‘Cola’ by Lana del Rey, follow the journey of freedom - or promiscuity? - of the young omega Harry Potter and his affairs with his lovers, the hottest alphas of Hogwarts!!!

Summary:

As Harry looks at Tom, the alpha suddenly turns his head and meets Harry’s eyes. Harry is surprised, but he doesn’t look away. Instead he smirks, flips his hair, and turns around to walk away as if Tom was not, in any way at all, interesting enough for him.

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