AN: Hello! Hope everyone is doing well. Here's a new story about Harry and Tom. Hope everyone likes it and review your thoughts. Thanks!
I don't own anything you might recognized, characters and such belongs to J.K Rowling.
Enjoy!
Prologue
Starling green eyes looked upon the iron fence with shyness. The pale, thin fingers gripped his shoulder and led the child pass the iron fence. Green shyly looked down at the ground to watch himself take small steps towards the deformed building.
Looking up at the building, green widen slightly at the sight that the building stood in. The walls only stood on barely standing foundations that were just cinderblocks. Paint peeled off desperately in rives of grays. You could see the bricks that made up the building deformed and daring to fall to the ground. The roof wasn't any better, shingles cracked and bleed to the ground with each new wind that blasted through the grounds.
Green looked slightly up towards the adult that still held his hand to his shoulder with a small frown of fear. With wariness in his eyes, the child looked back at the building. In front of the building stood two women. One young, the other old.
The young one had her hair pulled back in a small brown bun with her bangs hanging out to frame her small face. Her eyes held distained towards the old man, but a smile fell upon her lips to hide the hate she was feeling. Clothes in grays and blues hanged off her like rags as if she had worn them to many times. Her hands were folded together as she watched the child and old man walk up.
The older women stood with her back straight and her hands clasped together behind her. A kind old smile lifted her wrinkled face as her light brown eyes shined with hate. Her hair grayed with frayed ends were up in a bun, but her bangs were pulled tightly into said bun. Clothes in blues stretched over her body as if they were to small on her frame.
"Good even, ladies." The old man smiled brightly as he said this. The two ladies only deepen their hated stares before looking down at the small child. Said child was looking anywhere, but them.
"You have brought another." The elder questioned, but her words came out as if she was stating it. The kind old man nod his head as he answered with a yes.
"I will not be picking him up." The old man stated with a straight look as if the two women understood him. The child looked confused as he looked at them in wonder.
What had they meant?
The child felt the old man's hand leave his shoulder before he felt cold fingers grip him. He watched the man walk away with a smile upon his lips. Once his back was turned, the two women looked down at the child and stared with hate.
The elder gripped tighten even tighter upon his arm as he was dragged into the broken building. He had cried out, but it seemed like no one had heard him. The elder reached a plain room that held two beds and one window that stared out to the backyard.
"This is your room." Was the only words that the elder spoke before her grip disappeared. The child looked between the bedroom and the retreating back of the elder absently. He took one step into the room and stared. In the crowded room stood two simple framed beds that had the stander ragged like sheets folded neatly over the spring like beds. The window was covered by a thin sheet that blocked the sun from entering the room. Right under the window stood an old simple desk that is already holding books and papers of some sorts. The walls were peeling paint that held an odd odder were plain of any personality.
The child looked over to the only bed that was plain of any other personal objects. He slowly walked to the bed with sad eyes before taking a seat. The bed squealed as he sat. He pulled his knees to his chest to wrap his arms around them. Resting his head upon his knees, the child closed his eyes as he let the tears fall from them.
Chapter One
Hadrian enter the small room with a sigh as he let his books fall onto his bed. His starling green eyes gazed out the opened window and sighed once again. He looked over to the empty, cold bed that stood on the other side of the room. He lowered his gaze to his hands as he thought back before the school year had started.
Tom stood in front of Hadrian with a smirk as he let the younger and smaller boy fess over him. Running his hand over the slightly large should as if dust had gathered there in the last second, Hadrian took a step back and gazed back at the form before him.
Tom's longish hair fell just below his earlobes fashionably with the front framing his slightly pale face that made his dark colored eyes seem brighter. Looking down from the other's face, Hadrian watched how the large shoulders raise before falling as the taller and older boy breath. Shoulders were clad in cotton sleeves that fell pass his boney fingers. The buttons of the shirt shined in the low lighting of the room with each new breath the taller boy takes. Looking pass the shirt, Hadrian's gaze fell to the brown buckle which held up black slacks.
"My eyes are up here, Hadrian." Tom whispered with a teasing tone making his voice sound richer. Hadrian blushed cherry red as his eyes meet the glowing rich brown orbs that belonged to Tom.
"You look nice." Hadrian says as if to hide from the knowing look that the older boy was giving him.
"Nice?" Tom questioned softly as he looked himself down. He leaned in to hear the younger one whispers, but the words fell on the whispering winds that danced outside their room. "Please, would you repeat, Hadrian?" Tom asked the other as he wrapped his arms around the younger one so that he could hear the younger one.
"Handsome. You look handsome, Tom." Hadrian whispered once again with a blush that burned brightly. Turning the body so that the younger one could see him, Tom leaned and a breath away from claiming those plumped lips, he smirked at the bright blush turned even brighter.
"Thank you, Hadrian." Tom whispered with warm brown eyes before he moved out of the smaller boy's personal space. Tom's smirk grew into a smile when Hadrian softly let lose a breath that he had been holding onto.
Just as Tom was about to leave the room to catch the train, he turned and placed his hands onto Hadrian's shoulders and gazed deeply into the bright, confused, green eyes. Tom closed his eyes, drew in a breath before he planted his lips onto Hadrian's own pair of lips. Before the other could kiss back, Tom had already pulled back and left the room. Hadrian watched as the other left hopelessly.
Hadrian lifted his head when his name was called. He stood from the bed and gazed one last time at the other empty bed before leaving the room.
AN: Well? What do you guys think? Please review your thoughts and/or questions you might have. Thank you.
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