The Killing Kind

“Perhaps I’ll give you an early kiss for your birthday,” Tom whispers. “Would you like that, Harry?” Harry’s laughter softens out into a weak chuckle, his lovely eyes wide and fixated on the smirk of Tom’s mouth. They’ve kissed before—fleeting snatches of romantic moments away from the prying eyes of the castle’s many occupants—but today is a new day, a magical day. Today will see the dawn of a new period in their lives: Harry will become his betrothed as well as his beloved. “Soon,” Harry says eventually, when the racing of his heart has slowed to an unremarkable pace. “I want today’s first kiss to be when you wake me from slumber.”Or: Tom Riddle is the love of Harry Potter's life. All he needs to do is wake Harry with a kiss.