so i changed the title of this story bc i didnt like the title table for two anymore, but thats not important anyways lmao.
sorry about updating with short chapters so much, I always mean to make them longer, but then sometimes it just seems like a good place to end so...

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    Tom had been fiercely pulled away from Harry when the buzzer had sounded and the guards had walked in to see him so close to his psychiatrist. He continued to smile, even as he was dragged off in such a barbaric manner. His Harry just couldn't keep his emotions off of his face, and it made him nearly giddy to see the messy haired man look so disheveled and lost.

      After being thrown rather rudely back into his cell with his frankly bothersome cellmate, he still couldn't stop himself from smirking. The long haired man in the bunk underneath gave him a glance and then rolled his eyes and turned back to his book, "fucking lunatic." He heard him mumble, and Tom would have rolled his eyes as well if he wasn't still on his Harry High. Fucking rich coming from someone who was also in an asylum, wasn't it?

     Either way, he ignored the man. Nothing would get his mood down after having such a wonderful conversation with his dear Harry. Tom was so proud of the progress they had made today. Finally, Harry had gone to see Ginny, and he could tell that he had some conflicting thoughts about it.

      It didn't matter what Harry thought anyway, because Tom could see what he felt and oh it was delicious. He had seen it the very first day with Harry, the thirst to prove himself, the turmoil he felt inside over the lack of alarm he felt concerning Tom's status as a well known murderer and crime lord. And most thrilling, Tom saw the exhilaration Harry felt when teased with the idea of knowing what horrible things had happened to the poor Weasley girl. He relished in the spark of intrigue and hunger in the other man's bright green eyes, and he hoped to see more of it. No, not hoped, Lord Voldemort doesn't hope. He was going to see the sadistic gleeful look in Harry's eyes again, and would see it forever when he got his way.

      Harry seemed so innocent, but there was a darkness in him, and so much potential. Tom was more fascinated than he had ever been in his life, and he wasn't willing to let someone like Harry go. Harry belonged with him. Not with Dumbledore and his ridiculous asylum, and certainly not in a such a boring and mundane life. Harry might not know it yet, but he was meant for better things, and Tom was, in fact, better than everyone, wasn't he?

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When Harry had finally walked out from his last meeting with Tom - the loud buzzer signalling the end of their session just as Tom had finished making the psychiatrist more confused than he already was - his emotions were warring inside of him. He felt like Tom could read him so plainly despite his efforts to keep a professional composure. It unsettled him, not because it made him scared or nervous, but because it made him all the more curious and drawn to the man. And that's what truly frightened him.

    In the days following, Harry had holed up in his apartment, poring over every bit of information on Tom Riddle he could find. Not Lord Voldemort, but Tom Riddle. He wanted to know more about the man, not about the figure that criminals and civilians alike feared. He wanted to know everything that made Tom Riddle the man that sat before him every week, smiling smugly and sending tingles down Harry's spine each time. He went back as far as he could, looking for any scraps he could find, even going so far as to look at old school newspapers for a glimpse of his name.

      He already knew everything there was to know about Lord Voldemort, he had rigorously studied all the bits of information at his disposal since meeting him, but the gruesome facts that stared at him from the page were not all that could make up such a charismatic criminal.

   Psychiatrists before him had labeled the crime lord a psychopath, and Harry certainly had had no reason to disbelieve the professionals that came before him, but he couldt help but wonder. He swore he saw emotion in his flashing red eyes, sorrow, desire, and mirth seeping through at different times as he stared at Harry, and this made him ponder the legitimacy of those diagnoses. Of course, he could be a complete fool that was falling right into Tom's trap, ending up just like Ginny Weasley, stuck in an asylum and labeled crazy for worshipping Tom as her Lord.

    In his mind, Harry swore he would never go that far, that he was just curious about the many intricacies that made up the Dark Lord, but deep down, he could see himself clearly. He could imagine following Tom, letting his hypnotic voice wash over him and control his every action, and it did not make him feel as sick as it should have. It felt almost thrilling.

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fifty points to slytherin if you can figure out who Toms cellmate is lmfao. I dont think its obvious at all but it makes me laugh writing it so idc.
anyways i want to know if you guys are okay with the pace of this story?? sometimes i feel like im going too slow and sometimes i feel like im going too fast, so idk. I have lots of ideas for this story and at the moment im just trying to get from one plot point to the next without making it rushed. tell me what you think!!

also, i should be writing for my other story instead of this one because i was trying to put them on rotating schedule to make things organized, but i just keep wanting to write for this one lmao so yall might just get continuous random updates here