Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

There hasn't been enough HP/TR action in my other story, so now I'm just satisfying my own fangirl desires. This won't really have a plot or be too serious. And you guys are going to have to just kinda go with the flow on some stuff. Willing suspension of disbelief and all that jazz. OOC's galore. I'm just having fun. But as usual, read and review!

Harry rolled over and snuggled into the warmth next to him. He could see daylight breaking through the curtains, but he just wasn't ready to wake up. And judging from the soft, even breathing he heard, his partner wasn't ready to face the day either. That was understandable, their night last night had been...active to say the least. Harry dozed off for a little while longer, trying to delay the inevitable task of moving. It wasn't long before his partner began to stir.

"Hey," Harry whispered into his lover's neck. He was answered with a groan. Harry smiled into his partner's neck and gave it a light kiss. He loved peaceful mornings like this.

After a moment, the other man turned to him. "Hey you,"mischievous crimson eyes looked at him sleepily.

"We're supposed to go to Hogsmeade today," Harry reminded him gently, "We have to go pick out Christmas gifts."

A soft snort came from the other man, "Do we really have to bother?" Harry poked him lightly for this comment.

"Of course we have to they're our friends, well they're my friends," he corrected as his lover raised a curved eyebrow. "So let's get going before all the carriages leave." He watched as his lover, his soulmate, his Tom finally got out of bed. Considering his lack of clothing, it was a very pleasant sight to watch.

Life is going pretty well, Harry thought to himself as he walked with Tom through the streets of Hogsmeade. The war had ended, and it had done so with a minimal amount of death and pain. But when Harry had discovered that his soulmate was his enemy, he had started to rethink how to go about the war. Apparently finding his soulmate had changed something in Voldemort too, because after much internal debate he had finally decided to try and start a relationship with Harry. But apparently his idea of starting a relationship consisted of kidnaping Harry and molding him into his second-in-command. Needless to say that plan went slightly awry, and they ended up falling in love, yadda yadda yadda, but that's a different story.

So after many tests of honesty and intention, Dumbledore finally trusted Tom enough to let the pair of the back into Hogwarts so that Harry could finish his education. The Death Eaters had been disbanded and many of them had gone to Azkaban. And as far as most of the wizarding world knew, Voldemort was dead at the hands of Harry Potter. Only a few knew the truth of the matter, and only now were most of them accepting the situation. Ron still thought the whole thing was crazy, but he was slowly coming to grips with it. Hermione had seen the things Dumbledore had tested Tom with, and she was convinced that he had no malicious intentions. The professors were torn between relief that the war was over, and distress at the relationship between Harry and Tom. It was only with much persuading that Dumbledore convinced them that he wasn't an enemy anymore.

And so things had been relatively peaceful since then. Harry had continued his wizarding studies and Tom had been assisting Dumbledore with some research in ancient magic. Life had settled into a fairly normal routine. So it was exactly at this point that something screwy had to happen.

It was later that day and Tom had been working on a spell for Dumbledore. It was a complicated, and due to its age, several parts of the spell were missing. Tom's job was to figure out the missing parts and find out what the spell did.

He had been working for several hours at it and he paused to massage his forehead a bit. This spell better be something good.

Finally, after several more hours of toiling in his workroom. Tom gave a satisfied smile. He had filled in the missing pieces and now all he had to do was find out what the spell did. He glanced at the Latin phrases. It had something to do with time. And the self.

By this time of the night Tom was very impatient and just wanted to know what the hell the spell did (apparently his reckless lover was rubbing off on him). So Tom grabbed the wand and started to chant the incantation.

It wasn't long before he noticed something weird. His body began to tingle and he saw a form appear before him.

Now it was at this point that he should have stopped, but then this story would really have no plot. So he continued, determined to see it through.

When he finally shouted out the last word, the form that was in front of him flashed a bright light, and Tom had to cover his eyes. The light receded after a moment though, and Tom finally decided to look and see what the results of the spell had been. He lifted his head and he saw...

Himself.

No, not quite himself. His current body was in its late twenties. The boy in front of him couldn't be more than eighteen. So it was a younger him?

He was about to question his other self (Was it just a body or did it have a mind too?), when he found himself at the wrong end of a wand. His own wand annoyingly enough.

"Who are you?" other Tom asked in a panicked voice, "Why do you look so much like me? Where am I?"

Original Tom remained calm, even though the fear of his younger self grated on his nerves. I would never have reacted like that, he thought to himself furiously. He took a calming breath and attempted to reassure the boy.

"It's just a little accident, nothing to be concerned over," he soothed. When he saw the boy about to protest he cast a little gullibility charm. That would make him easier to deal with.

"Now Tom," he addressed his younger self, "Let's go get some sleep and I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning." The other agreed without protest.

So the two strode back to the Tom's quarters. Tom glanced at his watch. Usually Harry would be there already. And sure enough when Tom opened the door to his bedroom it was to find Harry already asleep under the covers.

Tom quickly stripped and climbed into bed after telling his younger self to go sleep on the couch. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, with one arm draped around his lover.

I was crazy to start one fic. I don't know what I'm thinking starting another one. This one should be pretty short though. I'll update when I can.

Please read and review.

Oh, and on an off topic note, does anyone else have problems listening to the phrase "every Tom, Dick, and Harry?" I can't help but start thinking of dirty Tom/Harry situations. It's very distracting.