"Potter! How many times do I need to forbid you from touching me for you to understand?!" A furious yell could be heard echoing in a private room in a dungeon. In it there were only two people present, locked in a staring match.

"But Tom, married couple touches each other, right? Intimately?" Harry lowered his eyelids seductively, moving the hand that was previously on the other's arm to his chest as if he was hurt by Tom's words. Any other person would have caved in at his look and kissed those delicious pouting lips fervently.

Unfortunately, the one standing in front of Harry was not just anybody. He was Tom Marvolo Riddle the Headboy of Hogwarts, the Slytherin heir who has received many seduction attempts from many beautiful and wealthy people. From Tom's perspective, Harry didn't have any notable wealth, and he was not even his type! That is to say, a girl. Tom may not be Muggle, but he was raised among them and their belief, in which a marriage is formed only by a man and woman, had been ingrained into his mind since he was little. Sadly, it meant that he wouldn't accept that he was married to a man, even though magic herself dictates so. That also meant he wasn't attracted to men, was straight, and wouldn't be affected by a man's seductive look.

Yes, that's right. He was not lying to himself.

Harry would roll his eyes if he knew what was going on in his supposed spouse's head, but currently he wasn't employing Legilimency, so he just continued his attempt at seducing the Slytherin. He just reached for Tom's shoulder when the latter dodged his grasp, looked at Harry with a pissed expression, and stormed out of the room.

Harry let his hand fall down to his sides, his green eyes glued to Tom's retreating back longingly, there was no trace of mischieve in the green eyes, only pure longing.

He sighed when Tom was out of sight, running his fingers through his messy raven hair. He did understand-contrary to what Tom thought-why Tom was acting like this. He truly did. Even he had to admit that he wouldn't be pleased if in the middle of the night he reached a majority a stranger suddenly appeared, plastered to his own body-which was fortunately (or unfortunately) not naked-and apparently a bond of marriage had formed between him and the stranger. Not to mention the bond was confirmed as a very old one, in which the couple couldn't be far away from each other, at least for the duration of a time. Yeah, he certainly wouldn't be pleased either.

Still, Harry felt a smile forming on his lips at the thought of having Tom as his husband, even though it was accidental. After all, he had been devastated after he killed Voldemort because, apparently, he missed the old bastard. How that even came to be was a mystery, but he would give anything to make sure he didn't have to go back to those lonely, sleepless nights. Even though he had his friends there, he still felt alone among the couples his friends had formed around him. But now, although nobody knew him here, even when his husband despised him, he felt alive, for the first time in years!

It was a bonus that his spouse hadn't become a noseless bastard and still retained his handsome face!

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I would love to hear some feedback from you guys about this new story. I know I should be working on my many other stories, but the inspiration just wouldn't come! Sorry.

And I wrote this because of a holiday, and more importantly, my birthday! Reviews would be a great present. Particularly, how do you think Harry will get Tom to touch him?

Love,

Shane

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Beta'd by blood-elf101

Edited: 12/5/2014

P.S: I am working on it! Maybe in a month...? Or two month... (I'm sure I'll update though!)