Title : Mr.Potter and his slytherin boy

Pairing : Fleamont Potter x Tom Marvolo Riddle

Rate : PG-13

        - AU

That Tom doesn't become Lord Voldemort.

- Pretend that Grandpa Fleamont is a year older than Tom.

Fleamont Potter once said that 'Falling in love at first sight' is ridiculous.

Just making eye contact or meeting each other just once. Can it be that easy to make people give their hearts to someone?

He thought so—okay. I used to think like that. Until the first day of his second year, when his eyes caught sight of a boy standing in a group of first-years waiting to be sorted into a house.

Brown eyes scanned the cute face of the boy who could tell he was the most handsome young man at Hogwarts. His jet black hair was neatly combed. Sharp, cold brown eyes, a cocked nose, thin, well-shaped lips. His shoulders were straight, his head slightly raised, as graceful as a pure-blood child.

One glance and he knew that this boy was going to be in Slytherin. His enemy's snake house

A young boy with disheveled, unruly hair following the Potter family's style rested his chin on the Gryffindor dinner table. He happily surveyed the face of the other man whose name he didn't even know…until those eyes met his as if he could feel his gaze.

The Gryffindor boy's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that he was falling in love…

That boy—who he just found out that the other person's name was 'Tom Riddle'—was actually sorted into the Slytherin house…

And it seemed like the other party was having quite a bit of trouble in that unlucky snake house.

Fleamont watched as a group of Slytherins, rumored to be arrogant bullies, walked out of a recessed corner of Hogwarts Castle, smiling. The expressions on their faces were exactly the same as when they had just finished arguing with a kid from their home. The young man clicked his tongue a few times in hesitation before deciding to walk into the alcove and take a look.

And then had to accidentally curse loudly when he saw Tom's body. Riddle was sitting leaning against the wall in a position that was not even close to 'normal'.

"Hey! Are you okay?” The young man from Ban Sing stretched out his hand to help support him. before being cut off by the other party's small hand with full force The sharp eyes of the person who had been attacked glanced at him for just a split second. before turning away indifferently

Damn it...it's really like being a kid from a snake house...

The Slytherin boy slowly Slowly lean your body up. There was no sound of moaning about the wounds on the body. He moved to arrange his old clothes. slightly on the body then turned and walked slowly. Left without even thinking about having a single word with well-wisher.

Fleamont could only stare at the small of her back. That goes as far as the eye can see. Before a soft laugh escaped his throat.

“Very stubborn.”

Tom stopped slightly while writing his Transfiguration report. The chair opposite him was occupied by someone without permission.

And when he met those hazel colored eyes that sparkled with the playful friendliness of Gryffindor House. His eyebrows automatically furrowed together a little, an unconcealed annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"What? That look?"

“Quit bothering me.”

A cold voice was immediately whispered back by the Slytherin boy. He let out an annoyed breath when he found that the owner of his unruly hair was still smiling and not getting up. Tom's mouth pursed until it was a pale white before he closed his eyes and focused on his report again.

He recognized the other person even though the person in front of him had never once introduced himself to him. 'Fleemont Potter' was considered to be quite the outstanding person in Gryffindor House when it came to spell competitions. (Of course, with people who like to make fun of his name) Even though he doesn't have a face that is as outstanding as other famous people in the house, if his friendly smile and cheerful attitude in the style of the Singto house are enough to make many young women in the house Hogwarts was talking about him, even the Slytherins.

which Tom doesn't understand why people This is why he really followed him.

It wasn't disgust to the point of wanting to kill like those who were unlucky at the orphanage. But it was no less annoying for a loner like him. Tom was used to people escaping their hostile atmosphere. Having to meet someone who stares and chases, but still smiles and doesn't seem to notice him like this is something he's really not used to.

Including those eyes.

Eyes that looked like they were adoring Those eyes that looked like he was a little child…

I swear to Salazar…he really never gets used to it…

“Come and hide here again.”

The cheerful voice that sounded overhead once again broke the quiet atmosphere on the Hogwarts lake that the black-haired boy liked once again. Tom glanced at Fleamont's charming face. Potter's cold eyes were filled with annoyance—Fliemont knew that the other party wasn't as serious as they had been at first. that they talk

It's been 2 years, but at Tom's side Riddle still has the young Potter family following him constantly. Until people all over Hogwarts already know that 'Potter of Gryffindor is currently courting Riddle of Slytherin.' Until now, the person being courted has not yet accepted their love. Plus it gives you fierce eyes. which many people say is scary and even give it back

Fleamont turned away from the younger man's gaze blankly. A tall figure sat down on the grass next to him. with a boy with gray hair Tom turned his attention back to the letters on the page. He didn't know that the person next to him How diligent will you go? Even though a score at the top of the class would never easily slip away.

The heavy touch on the front of his leg made Tom flinch. He pursed his lips before looking green-eyed at the person who took the opportunity to lie on his lap. But the other party only gave him a wide smile—a smile that made him unable to respond as usual.

The hand that wasn't holding the book was gripped by a rough palm from the Quidditch practice. Passing warmth onto smaller hands that were cold from being outside.

Before the Gryffindor boy planted soft kisses on his fingers…one by one. Inch by inch, carefully Hazel colored eyes looked into the eyes of the owner of the soft lap on which he lay still. With loving eyes that were sent without concealment

His smile widened as he saw the faint streak of color appear on the Slytherin Heir's beautiful face.

Their first kiss happened on Christmas Day—when Fleamont was in Year 5 and Tom was in Year 4.

The Slytherin boy's body was pressed against the cold brick wall. As their lips closed without space Their warm breaths on each other's faces softened the December cold, leaving only heat clinging to their skin. The taller figure used his hand under the black gloves to gently caress the boy's face.

Fleamont fondly tasted the hot cocoa in his man's mouth. I don't want to leave my soft, sensual lips for even a second.

They slowly parted their lips from each other. Before the warm kiss From the children of Baan Sing, they would gently press the bright color on the corner of their mouths. Follow the frame of the handsome face of the person he loves. Then he sat still on the other's forehead as gently as possible.

Tom lowered his eyes and looked at the area that was partially covered in white snow. His face, which usually had a cold, expressionless expression, turned red. He didn't even bother to make eye contact with the owner of the warm eyes who were looking at him with fond eyes.

Fleamont looked at the expression of the person in front of him with a smile. He looked up at the mistletoe bouquet that the headmaster had consecrated to decorate it for a little festivity. before lowering his head He pressed his forehead against the same member of the other party, remaining still.

“Kiss under the mistletoe…”

“Is that considered an agreement?”

and Tom's answer It was the second kiss between them.

END.

I beg readers not to ask where the moment came from because there isn't any (...) I just wanted to dress up Tom as a little bitch. Give it to someone Then the lottery ticket came down to Chao Ree's grandfather Fleamont. (James doesn't have to worry, it must have happened.)