When Harry opens his eyes, he has to dig his nails into his thigh to stop himself from laughing.
There had to be something faulty with the fantasy orb that George had made. Because there’s no way his fantasy is here, in the Potions classroom with a teenage Dark Lord staring intensely at him.
Though he does see the appeal. The sight of Tom Riddle’s sharp cheekbones and attractive body reminds him of just what he had thought about the sight of Tom back in his second year. And now the boy is here, eager for information that he can share.
And George did promise that these fantasies would stay private. There was no reason not to act on it. The thought of Tom bouncing on his dick is enough to make his mouth water, and then there’s the added bonus of screwing the Dark Lord when the Dark Lord had fucked him over all his life. He can’t wait to see how Tom will react to him propositioning him.