"You can't stare out that window and swim in your own pity forever. You have duties, resposiblities, and people to attend to. Myself being one of them." Harry's not so subtle reminder of the multiple jobs of a Dictator and Dark Lord, happened to only irrate his forelorn lover.
"You're the consort, and clearly better at remembering and fufilling these tasks, why don't you do it? It isn't as if they don't adore you." Tom's voice was seeped in sarcasm, and had some hidden jealousy thrown in, much to his displeasure.
Harry, fed up with the verbal battles he had been attending with his lover for the last month, Picked Tom up bridal style and carried him out of their suite into the main ministry buliding, Tom grumbling under his breath the entire way. Harry transfigured the fountain in the main hall into a large, rectangular bed, fit with satin sheets in a soft green and a comforter in blue. Harry laid his, still protesting, lover in the center of the bed, and then climbed in after him.
Harry leaned over Tom, supporting his weight on his arms and knees to avoid crushing his smaller lover. Tom is taller though Harry will always be the bulk. Harry leaned down and whispered in Tom's ear, "Now I can either take you right here, in front of the whole Ministry, or we can go home and I will take you there. Eiither way I will prove to you that I love you for you, muderous tendancies and all. You have 2 minutes to convince me. Ohh and Tom, love, I'm leaning toward here."
Tom looked up at Harry with fear in his eyes, most people didn't know it, but Tom was hoplessly shy, especially when it came to sex, and his body.
"Harry, love let's just go home and settle this. There is no need to expose to the world our lovemaking. I don't think I could bare it to face them after they've seen me in the throws of passion. Harry please!" All but the last sentence was spoken in a tone similar to Tom's normal, however the last sentence held so much desperation that Harry apparated the bed, Tom, and himself to their bedroom in the Potter/Riddle mansion.
Still slightly panting from their eariler activties Tom turned his up to face Harry, from where he was lying on his chest. He spoke softly, but his tone betrayed him as it was far more emotional than anything he normally said. "Thank you, Harry, I love you."
Harry smiled, and murmured a cheeky, "I know you do, Tom. Who wouldn't love perfection such as I"
They broke out in laughter and Tom gave a Harry a love tap on his cheek.
A/n well that is it, my first completed story ever! I'm so proud, and would like to thank the wonderful authors of this site as I couldn't do it without their inspiring stories.
