Pre-HPTMR :: "Not wallowing in self-pity, are we?" Yes. "No." Riddle's teeth glinted as he smiled, quickly, shallowly. "Of course not. You wouldn't." :: Boys kissing with a side of angst.

HPTMR :: He remembered Ron's body; bruised, bloody, broken, on his kitchen floor.

Gen :: And then, drum beats. :: Warning: Implied cannibalism/ritual human sacrifice

HPTMR :: Harry was quite possibly the pinnacle of man, a Greek statue Tom felt he couldn't compare to. Tom waxes poetic about Harry in the early morning.

Voldemort was cold, but he always made Harry feel warm.

HPTMR Sleeping Beauty AU :: Tom's prize lay hidden away at the top of the tower the dragon guarded.

Gen. They were stuck together, on the run, just the two of them.