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He knows he’s referring to Potter before he even glances his way, and only looks out of reflex, utterly bored by the turn in conversation.
His eyes flit to the Gryffindor table, in what should be a quick, simple motion. He will look at Potter, confirm that, yes, his hair is a disaster, and go on with his breakfast.
And look at Potter, he does.
That’s when his glass coffee cup slips from his hands, shattering and spilling its dark contents across the table.
Beside him, Draco flinches, stutters, and dares to question Tom’s actions but he cannot even spare the energy to get mad because something is- something is wrong-
He’s standing from his seat and rushing out of the Great Hall before the spilled coffee can drip onto the floor.
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Tom had attempted a modified vitality ritual. It had been a failure.
Now, every time he sees Harry Potter, he gets a raging hard-on.