Fics like a boy so pretty (such a pity)

“Riddle,” he greets carefully. His gaze flicks over to the Slytherin table, but none of them are paying any attention. Which is... worrying, actually. He looks back to Riddle, who’s still looming over him. “What can I do for you?” “Potter,” Riddle says, and he actually sounds… nice. This is growing more suspicious by the second. “May I escort you to class?” Ron snorts, not even attempting to disguise the sound. “You’re joking, right?” he asks, leaning forward to glare up at the other boy, “Fuck off, Riddle. Harry doesn’t need an escort from you.” Harry watches Riddle’s face carefully. His expression sours, but only for a moment before it’s smooth again. He smiles, and if Harry didn't know better, he might call it charming. Well. Okay. He really does know better. But it’s still charming. Featuring attempted manipulation, Tom Riddle experiencing positive emotions for quite possibly the first time ever, and absolutely no angst whatsoever

Fics like a boy so pretty (such a pity)

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