batsutousai | FIC: Riddle's "Little" Problem ~ 7 ~ R ~ LVTR HPGW RWHG

Title: Riddle's "Little" Problem
Author:

batsutousai
Beta: Me. *smiles innocently*
Rating: hard R
Pairings: Voldemort/Tom Riddle(non-con), Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
Warnings: Rape(non-graphic), physical violence, serious death threats, war, slash, het
Summary: An accident has separated Tom Riddle from Lord Voldemort. What will the Dark Lord do now that he's free from Tom's conscious? How much will Tom have to suffer at the hand of his other half? And what can Harry Potter do to help?

Disclaim Her: Mesa cause mucho troubles. ;P

-~/\~-

In The Aftermath

-~\/~-

I skip dinner in favour of staring at my fire. What is wrong with me? Why am I trying to get dragged to the Ministry? Why am I always fighting with Potter for no reason? Why do I dislike Miss Weasley so much? Why am I so fucked up?

A knock comes at my door and I decide to ignore it. It's better if they just leave me here to rot, I think. All I ever do is cause trouble.

The door creaks open. Great. "Hey, Tom?"

I glance up in surprise. "Granger." There's a face I hadn't expected to come calling.

Granger slips into the room and lets the door close behind her quietly. "You missed dinner. When I asked Harry he said you were busy rotting." She scrunches her nose up. "I came to check on you."

I frown. "You were worried about me?" That doesn't make sense.

"Of course I'm worried about you!" Granger settles herself in the chair Minerva had been sitting in earlier. "And I'm not the only one! Ron and Hagrid and the Headmistress all looked quite concerned too! Even Harry's worried, but he won't admit it around Ginny," she adds with a scowl.

I blink at her. "Why won't he admit it around Miss Weasley?"

Granger smiles faintly. "Ginny's jealous."

"Jealous?!" I shake my head. "What does she have to be jealous about?"

"She loves Harry, but ever since you came into the picture, he's been spending a lot of time with you. She sees you as a rival of sorts, I think." She shrugs. "Now, why are you in your room attempting to rot, if you don't mind my asking?"

I glance back at the fire, uncomfortable. "Just thinking."

"About what, Tom? It's not like you to mope."

"Things."

I catch Granger smiling out of the corner of my eye. "What sort of things?"

Well, if I have to talk to someone, it might as well be Granger. She knows almost as much about me as Potter, by now. "Minerva and Potter both say I'm trying to get dragged to the Ministry."

Granger frowns thoughtfully. "It does seem that way, sometimes," she agrees.

"It does," I admit bitterly.

Granger settles on the couch next to me. "Am I allowed to touch you?"

I shrug uncaringly, but I'm glad she asked.

Arms surround me in a hug and I force myself not to pull away. I did okay the contact after all. "Tom, does this have something to do with guilt? I know you didn't like the idea of being known to help get rid of Voldemort..."

I freeze. Was that it? Most likely. I never did think I deserved the praise. "I'm not who they think I am," I whisper. "I'm not a good man, but they praise me. Why do they insist on making me into something I'm not?" I wince at how child-like my voice sounds.

"You're not a good man, no, but nor are you entirely bad." Granger runs a hand through my hair and I relax against her, closing my eyes. "You've already paid for your sins, Tom. You're not Voldemort any more, you're Tom Riddle. I've spent six years helping Harry against Voldemort and I can honestly say that you aren't him. I mean, look at all the friends you've made! I doubt Professor McGonagall or Hagrid would compare you to Voldemort. Harry, Ron, and I all count you as one of our best friends, not our worst enemy."

I shake my head. "I still kill people-"

"Everyone gets the urge to kill people, Tom," Granger offers with a touch of amusement. "You're just so used to acting on the urge that you still do sometimes. But you haven't killed any students, so even you have to admit you've improved quite a bit."

"What about the Inferi?" I glance over at her.

Granger shrugs. "The Death Eaters would have killed us all. That was fair play."

"That's what I told Potter!"

Granger smiles. "Harry has issues with killing people. His morals are too stern for such things. If there hadn't been that prophesy, I don't think he would have ever even considered killing Voldemort. That's just the way Harry is. He prefers peace to violence."

"And yet he's absolutely brilliant in Defence Against the Dark Arts," I grumble.

Granger chuckles. "His personality and his abilities don't always coincide."

I sigh. "He's such a pain sometimes."

"You two do argue a lot," Granger agrees, running her hand through my hair again. I have to admit, it feels nice.

"We clash." I shrug faintly. "He's very much a Light wizard and I'm a Dark wizard. Our morals are different," I murmur as things start to make sense. That would explain our constant arguments.

"That's true." Granger nods. "But I always get the feeling that there's something else that makes you both fight all the time."

"Like what?" I grumble, turning back to the fire. I should put some more wood in the fireplace...

"What do you think of Ginny?" Granger asks unexpectedly.

"Bitch," I mutter without thinking.

Granger starts laughing next to me.

I turn to glare at her, pulling away from her gentle touch. "Why are you laughing?"

Granger smiles a little sadly and strokes my cheek. "Oh, Tom, I don't think Ginny's jealousy is really all that unfounded after all."

I suddenly feel as if I can't breath, which doesn't make sense. "What?" I whisper, totally confused now. It's not that Granger's words make no sense - she's obviously saying I like Potter in the same manner as Miss Weasley - it's my reaction to that suggestion. I can't like Potter. He's an annoying little brat who spends all his free time bothering me. I don't have any reason to like Potter.

Granger gently tugs my head down to rest on her shoulder. "Oh, Tom..."

I close my eyes. "Why am I so fucked up?"

"You're not fucked up, Tom. You're human," Granger whispers sadly.

"I don't want to be human any more, then," I whisper back.

"Hush," she slips her fingers through my hair again and I let her.

And I can't help but feel that I shouldn't call her Granger any more. Now, she's Hermione.

-~/\~-

Minerva wakes me in the morning. "Are you feeling okay?" she asks, kneeling before my couch.

I turn away from her. "Go away."

She hangs my wand into front of my face. "Miss Granger says you two had a chat last night, so I'm returning this to you."

I take the wand gently and draw it under the covers. "Thanks."

Minerva's hand runs through my hair gently. Do all women do that? "Please try and make it to breakfast? You're making people concerned when you coop yourself up in here."

"So I've been told," I reply quietly.

She sighs. "Very well, then." I hear her walk across the floor, then the door open and close.

I sit up and stare down at my wand for a long moment. This is Voldemort's wand. I'm not Voldemort. Why am I carrying this thing around still?

There's a knock at my door and two heads poke in before I can say anything. Weasley and Hermione smile cautiously at me from the doorway. "Hey, Tom."

I blink once, then grin. "If I can get Minerva to agree, will you two come with me to this nice wand shop I know of in Djibouti?"

"But, you have a wand..." Weasley mutters, frowning.

I shrug and wave the wand in the air. "This wand belonged to Voldemort. I think it's time I got my own."

Hermione's face lights up. "Of course we will! In fact, Ron and I will go ask Professor McGonagall right now while you get dressed. We'll meet you in the entrance hall. Come on, Ron!" she says happily before pulling the door shut behind her and Weasley.

Cheered by Hermione's reaction, I hurry into my bedroom to change. I can't wait!

-~/\~-

We return to Hogwarts after a successful trip, which was made longer by a detour at a wizarding shop in Balho, which was the closest city to the wandmaker's that we could Apparate into. Hermione got herself a beautiful African-style robe in teal and tan as well as a sheer wrap that had been spelled to keep one's hair out of the way. Weasley managed to talk Hermione into getting him a handful of African sweets and a couple of pranks to play on his elder brothers. Hermione got me to buy a deep green and black African-style robe as well as a set of rare potions ingredients which I'd, apparently, been "drooling over."

Minerva meets us at the doors of the school with a smile. "Well, let's see it, then."

I pull out my new wand and hand it over. "Twelve inches, made of birch wood with a core of crushed ashwinder eggs and nundu fur," I inform her.

"Very violate, according to the storekeeper," Weasley adds.

Minerva gives me an amused look and hands my wand back over. "And where's your old one?"

Hermione pulls the yew wand from a pocket and hands it over to me. "Go on, then."

I take it, then snap it sharply with a fair amount of pleasure. Then I hand it over to Minerva. "Might want to give that to the Ministry. It's solid evidence that he's dead."

Minerva nods and puts the pieces into one of her pockets. "I'll make certain they get it."

"Brilliant! Come on, Tom! You owe me a game of Quidditch!" Weasley says suddenly, grinning at me crazily.

"What? Since when?!"

"Since now! Come on!"

I roll my eyes and follow him over towards the Quidditch Pitch, Hermione trailing us. "What makes you think I know how to play your silly sport?"

"You know how to ride a broom, right?"

"Of course I know how to ride a broom!"

"You'll be fine." Weasley waves off my complaints.

I let out a string of curses, which makes Weasley laugh and Hermione give me an exasperated look.

Weasley pulls out a couple of brooms from the broom cupboard while Hermione takes all our things up to the stands. Weasley comes back with a couple of brooms and a Quaffle at almost the same time that Hermione returns. "Here you are, Hermione," Weasley says, handing the Quaffle over to Hermione.

I take my broom and take a few steps back. "Try not to murder me, would you?" I request. "I haven't played in ages."

"Hah! So you did play once!!"

I scowl. "Of course I played, Weasley. My whole House knew how to play. It was almost a requirement for being in Slytherin."

"It's wonderful to know that traditions never really die," Hermione says in a bored voice. "Mount your brooms!"

"Wait!" We all turn to see two more people running towards us, each holding a broom.

"Harry! Ginny!" Weasley calls cheerfully, waving.

Potter and Miss Weasley come to a stop next to Hermione. "I'll play on Tom's team, Ginny, you can play with Ron," Potter suggests.

"But-" Miss Weasley doesn't look too comfortable with this arrangement.

"Come on, Ginny!" Ron calls cheerfully. "Tom's going to need all the help he can get against the Great Weasleys of Gryffindor!"

"You're going down, Weasley!" Potter calls back with a large grin as he steps up next to me. "Do you want to play Keeper or Chaser?" he inquires of me.

I shrug. "Keeper is fine, I suppose."

"Brilliant! We're ready to go, then!"

"So are we!" Miss Weasley calls, giving me a dangerous look.

I narrow my eyes. You're on, little girl.

"On my count!" Hermione shouts, holding the Quaffle out in one hand. "Three...two...one!"

I shoot to the sky next to Potter, then spin quickly and head for the goal posts. Miss Weasley won't be getting anything through me if I have any say.

'Whee!' Potter's voice rings in my head. 'I feel as free as a bird!'

I cover a snigger. 'Best watch it, little bird. Your girlfriend's about to tackle you,' I tease.

'Huh?' Miss Weasley takes that moment to nick the Quaffle from Potter and swings straight for me. "Ginny!"

Miss Weasley feigns right, then tosses the Quaffle towards the left hoop. Expecting such a move, I easily grab the ball. 'Potter! Heads up!' I toss the ball out into the empty space on my left, then smirk as Potter swoops up from below it and takes off across the pitch again with it in one hand.

Miss Weasley offers me a cold look before spinning and going after Potter.

Looks like it will be a fun game.

-~/\~-

We all touch down half an hour before dinner. "Great game!" Weasley calls.

"Same to you!" Potter calls back, grinning widely.

"What was the score?" Miss Weasley asks Hermione.

Hermione smiles faintly. "Sixty to forty. Tom and Harry won by two goals."

"Losers put the brooms and ball away!" Potter says, offering his broom to Miss Weasley.

Weasley takes my broom from me with a wink. "I'd say you played pretty well for having not played in ages."

I shrug. "Keeper's easy."

Weasley laughs at that. "Come on, Ginny. Let's go put these things away," he says, then proceeds to drag his sister away.

"Come on," Potter suggests, motioning us towards the castle. "They'll catch up." We start out and Potter asks, "So, where were you three earlier?"

"We were getting Tom a new wand," Hermione replies with a smile. "He decided he didn't want that old yew one any more."

"All the better to duel Potter with," I agree with a smirk.

Potter gives me a faintly hurt look. "You asked Hermione and Ron and not me?"

I shrug uncomfortably. "You weren't around."

"You could have come found me. Ginny and I would have gladly come with," Potter says softly.

I purse my lips. "Perhaps it was Miss Weasley's possible presence that kept me from searching you out."

Potter grabs my arm and forces me to stop. "What do you have against Ginny?" he asks with a touch of anger.

"The same thing she has against me," I snap, pulling away from him. "And don't touch me!"

Potter reaches out and grabs my arm. "I'm touching you, Tom. What are you going to do about it?"

"Stop it!" Hermione grabs Potter's hand. "Harry, let him go!"

The two Weasley's choose that moment to run up to us. Miss Weasley immediately pulls Potter away. "Come on, Harry. Let's go eat," she says evenly and moves him towards the castle's entrance.

I spin on my heels and go the opposite way, back towards the Quidditch pitch. Little bitch.

"Tom!" Hermione runs to get in front of me, then stops, holding out her arms to keep me from passing. "Don't go off in a huff."

"I'm not-"

"Actually, mate, you were." Weasley steps up next to Hermione and gives me a slightly sympathetic look. "You can't let Ginny get to you like that, you know."

I scowl. "I have no clue what you're on about, Weasley."

"Of course you do." Weasley smiles. "You and my sister hate one another because both of you like Harry." I can't help but gape at him. "What's that look for?"

Hermione giggles. "I don't think Tom realized that you'd noticed, Ron."

Weasley rolls his eyes. "I may not be the smartest bloke in the world, but I can certainly tell a jealousy war."

"Especially after last year," Hermione supplies helpfully.

"Ah, hush it, you." Weasley offers his girlfriend a faintly annoyed look before looking back at me. "Listen up, Tom. I love my sister to death, but I, personally, think Harry's better off without her. If you can get him, more power to you, but if you keep fighting with him like this, you're just making it worse. Hell, he thinks you hate him right now."

I look down at my feet. "I don't hate him, I just don't like him touching me all the time."

"I know, mate," Weasley sighs.

Hermione steps forward then and wraps me in a hug. I stiffen at the contact, but don't pull away. "Harry's a very tactile person, Tom," she offers, stepping back to look up at me, but keeping her hands on my arms. "There's nothing for it."

I shrug uncomfortably and pull away. "I know. I just wish he'd respect my space a bit more."

"You'll have to tell him that, mate," Weasley points out dryly. "With just those words and no threats."

"Come on. I'm hungry," Hermione breaks in. She grabs Weasley's hand, then offers her free hand to me.

I stare at the offered hand for a long moment before shaking my head. "Come on," I murmur, before turning and leading the way back to the castle.

-~/\~-

A knock comes on my door just as I'm laying down for bed. With a sigh, I get up and open the door. Potter stands there, scowling at me. "What?" I ask sharply, in no mood to put up with him again tonight.

"Can I come in?" he asks in the same tone.

"Feel free." I step back and wave him in, then slam the door behind him. "Now, what do you want?"

He turns on me angrily. "Why do you complain every time I touch you, yet you'll allow Hermione hugging you?!"

I narrow my eyes. "Perhaps because Hermione asked if she could touch me."

Potter walks up to me and stops mere inches away. "Oh. So all I have to do is ask your permission? Can I touch you, Tom?"

I bare my teeth at him. "Get out of my room."

"Get out of my room," he mocks.

My hand slaps him across the face before I can stop it and we stand there for a long moment, staring at one another.

Then Potter brushes past me and slams out of my room without another word.

I drop my head into my hands. Brilliant, Tom. Scare him off, why don't you?

-~/\~-

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A/N: Meehee. Drama. Meehee. *giggles insanely*

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Chapters:
1 - A Little Potion Accident ||| 2 - The Spectacles ||| 3 - The Last One
4 - Failure? ||| 5 - Seventh Year Begins ||| 6 - Hogsmeade Surprise
~~7 - In the Aftermath~~ ||| 8 - Trouble in Paradise ||| 9 - Voldemort Who?
10 - Kiss ||| 11 - Wizarding Media - Friend or Foe? ||| 12 - The Unlucky Man Who Saw Voldemort Naked
Epilogue - Just a Little Case of Paradise

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It's great... I love this chapter. Poor Harry... lol They are very tactless... They make me laugh ! I love them ! Thank you for this chapter, I was desesperate to read a good chapter today ! Thanks !!

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