Unexpected Visit

                                    

                                          
Summary: Harry is spending a boring summer in Quidditch when his friend Voldemort aka Tom Marvolo Riddle comes to visit him unexpectedly. And when Tom bends him over on the new couch in the middle of the living room in front of the entire Durley family, Harry doesn't fight back.
Ship: HarryPotter/TomRiddle
All credit goes to EmmaPrince on Ao3
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Harry stood by the kitchen sink as he had done every day lately. Since he came back to Zobí Street from Hogwarts two weeks ago, this has become a daily routine. Every morning, Aunt Petunia gave him a list of chores to complete by evening, and he also had to prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for the Dursleys every day. 
He was in the sink washing the dirty pots he had used to cook dinner in while the Dursleys were still eating. He was not entitled to food. According to Aunt Petunia, he hadn't washed the windows clean enough, although in his opinion they were just sparkling clean. But what...Harry wasn't going to argue with her about that. Plus he had some supplies hidden in his room so he wouldn't starve.
Dudley had already eaten the fried chicken for the second time, but he hadn't even touched the vegetables that Petunia had added to his plate to help him lose weight, preferring to push them to the side with his cutlery. He was hunched over his plate, the food he was skewering on his fork falling back onto his plate as he tried to eat quickly while watching TV.  
Harry frowned at the disgusting sight. It made him sick.
Knowing that he only had two more weeks to spend with his aunt and uncle reassured him. In a few days it will be his birthday and he will be considered an adult in the wizarding world. Which meant she was going to pack up and live with her boyfriend. How much Harry missed him... He thought about him every day. He fell asleep thinking about his sweet lips and bright red eyes. Even the slightly snake-like appearance. 
However, this is how his friend Voldemort only looked in public. In private, he had a habit of assuming the form of his 'other self' - a more attractive one, as many people would no doubt say - with black wavy hair, dark brown eyes (which turned red when excited) and pink lips that Harry he kissed every day. Not that Harry preferred just one of his forms, he found Tom hot in both of them.
His friends and acquaintances often asked him if he could make love with a person who is half snake. Other people Harry had never seen in his life were suddenly asking Harry how Voldemort had such a long penis. This question always pissed him off terribly, and he always cursed the person in question with the first curse he could think of. What the hell is wrong with people in their love lives? Although he had to admit that Tom was not at all deprived by nature, he would rather say that he was generously endowed.
The highlight for Harry was when he once went out with his friends for a butter lager at the Three Broomsticks and Neville, quite drunk at the end of the evening, asked him if Voldemort even had a penis when he was half snake.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell. 
"Go open it, boy," ordered Uncle Vernon, who was finishing off the last of his dinner. He was watching the TV with one eye and with the other he was trying to check on Harry in the kitchen to make sure he wasn't messing around washing the dishes.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he sighed, but didn't protest and went to open the door. When he reached the door and opened it, he froze in place in surprise. "T-Tom? What are you doing here?" Harry asked his friend in a whisper in disbelief.
Standing at the door was Voldemort in his youthful form. He was dressed smartly - black trousers, shiny shoes and a white shirt that exposed a bit of his chest. His right hand rested casually on the doorframe and he smirked at Harry fondly. "I came to see you. I missed you. Or rather I missed this," he reached over to Harry and squeezed the left half of Harry's ass.