Chapter Three
The first time Tom admitted to some of his grand ambitions they were in bed, in Tom's private room he received for being Head Boy, it was even a full sized bed so Harry could stretch out as he collapsed after getting the wits fucked out of him.
Tom confided in his hoarse sex fulfilled voice, "I want to change the world."
"I know," was the reply Harry mumbled into his pillow.
Tom for some strange reason was surprised by that response. "You know?"
"Yes," Harry continued, his voice barely above a whisper due to the lack of energy he put into it. He was just so deliciously tired and blissed out. "You're remarkably magically powerful, brilliantly intelligent, and have worked to both educate yourself about the magical world and gain a glowing reputation. And above all you are in Slytherin, all the hall marks of a great ambition."
"Oh," was Tom's startled reply.
"So how do you want to change it?" Harry asked dragging up a smidgeon of energy.
"I want to help preserve the magical culture that the muggleborns are diminishing as they flood our world with their own muggle practices. I want people to follow the Olde ways, to encourage learning High Magic. I want to start the magical innovation that will take us out of the 18th Century. I want muggleborns to be brought into our world from a young age. I want to help the creatures that our Ministry discriminates against." Tom's impassioned speech reached a sudden halt as he reached the end of his planned goals so far.
Harry propped himself up on his arm to look Tom in the eyes. "You do realize that your not going to be able to do any of that from inside the Ministry?" Harry asked, "Dumbledore has completely blackballed you there even in the departments without direct influence on policy."
Tom grimaced, "I know. He's completely convinced I'm some kind of Dark Lord in the making. Has been from the moment he met me to tell me about the magical world. You would think that now that he has defeated Grindlewald he might tone down the paranoia, but no."
Harry sighed internally; there went any chance of enjoying the afterglow. Pillow talk with Tom was turning out to be a bit problematic. Pillow talk was supposed to be about telling each other secrets, not trying to solve problems or address horrible realities. "Tom if I hadn't caught sight of that curse corrupting your magic, you probably would have gone down that road."
It was a horrifying thought. It also struck Tom because the Healers hadn't been able to determine who had cursed him. "I know. I was thinking about getting a job in Knockturn Alley. It just would have confirmed his suspicions and caused him to work even harder against me, ignoring my ideas to help our society."
"Tom. There are other ways to change society other than politics and Dark magic," Harry stated.
"Like what?" Tom asked, almost snarled. If it had been anyone but Harry it would have been a terrifying attack, but his lover had somehow wormed his way into his regard, into his trust.
"You should follow the muggle way into power, business. A well known, popular company or brand can change a nation. And the wizarding world has always had a weakness of conforming to everything a popular, powerful, intelligent, and respected wizard has to say." Harry stated, Dumbledore had an astonishing amount of power right now due to his defeat of the Dark Lord and he was going to use it to become Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Business … that's an interesting idea." Tom mused drawn out of his contemplations of his ideas, failures at the hands of Albus Dumbledore himself. "How would you do it?"
"I would start small. You want muggleborns to stay in our community, to not marry more muggles?" Tom's eyes flashed it was a much more blunt and politically uncorrect way to state some of his goal's, but his Harry was a Gryffindor.
"Yes."
"Then give them a place to live where they won't be discriminated against, were there is electricity, and were the muggle world can get in touch with them. Wanting to keep in touch with their families and the dramatic rent increases depending on blood status is what drives them to live in the muggle world." Harry stated confidently.
"You're brilliant Harry," was Tom's only reply.
Their next attempt at pillow talk was much more successful and fitting. Though it had been a few weeks, blow jobs in closets, and quick hard fucks over desks in abandoned classrooms when they only had a little time before they were expected elsewhere, due to the coming exams before Christmas, were not compatible with sharing confidences.
They were both lying on a tremendously large Indian pasha's bed, covered in silks and all manner of pillows with a warm breeze coming through the open intricately carved windows. It was a place outside of time. Tom had finally accomplished his transformation into a black cat of all things, but it suited him. Harry could completely forget that the holidays started next week and he hadn't gotten his Christmas shopping done, specifically he didn't know what to get Tom.
"I want us to try sex magic, sometime," was Tom's attempt at post coital conversation.
"Ritual sex magic or regular sex magic?" Harry asked. This was one area of highly specialized magic that every boy became familiar with from their own diligent research that they shared with their friends. Well at least that was how Gryffindors did it, not that everyone in his dorm had ever slept with anyone.
"I'm only familiar with the High magic of ritually opening yourself and your partner to sex magic and passing the awakening to your past lovers with a kiss," Tom replied.
God damned overachiever; Harry hadn't even known that it took High magic to awaken a person's sex magic channels. "Let's do it your way it sounds more fun. Many of the books that mention sex magic say that most practitioners receive the gift and use it during regular sex or to heighten basic sex rituals that don't require sex magic to practice."
"That sounds so dull. I think the last great sexual awakening was over forty years previously."
"God, where do you learn these things?" Harry asked rolling over in bed as the silk sheets slowly slipped down his body. Tom's hand decided to help it along.
"A friend's …" he kissed Harry's neck, "father … mentioned it at … some point." Tom continued as he trailed kisses down Harry's chest until his tongue decided to play with Harry's belly button, just inches from the top of Harry's erect cock.
"Aren't there some crazy conditions?" Harry asked while trying to even his breathing from the heavy pants he felt at the torturous anticipation.
"Just the realization of our top six fantasy's together." Tom replied, barely paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.
"Yes, whatever you want," was Harry's unthinking lust filled response.
Tom decided to reintroduce the topic in the library, the day before their last exam. "So when should we do the ritual to determine out trials to open ourselves to sex magic?"
Harry looked at Tom. Tom looked at Harry. "That's really off topic," Harry stated the obvious, " and really random."
"I mentioned it last week and you agreed. I thought we might start over the holidays," Tom said, he looked almost giddily cheerful.
"Tom, I have to go home for the holidays. The only time I didn't go, well let's just say bad things happened."
Tom had completely lost his manic cheerfulness when he replied, "To you?"
"No, to them. Let's just say I am the peacemaker in the family, particularly when it comes to holidays. My mother is very intense about celebrating Yule, Uncle Sirius detests following the Olde Holidays because of his family, Uncle Remus tries to get everything to be chocolate flavored for the festivities, and my father, well let's just say he enjoys winding them up to watch them spin since he isn't allowed to do pranks in the house," Harry confessed. His fourth year he had stayed at Hogwarts because of the Triwizard Tournament, it had been peaceful for him but the howlers he had received complaining about the horrible things that had happened in his absence were horrible even if only his dorm mates had heard them. Let's just say he never received another Christmas/Yule invitation.
"But you could come home with me for the holidays and we could use the ritual chamber in Potter Manor?" Harry asked pleadingly, he didn't want to leave Tom alone, forced to celebrate Hogwarts muggle filled Christmas.
"It's only days before the holiday, are you sure it wouldn't be an inconvenience? "Tom asked, his hesitance all but completely masked.
"Of course. My parents would be all too pleased to meet my lover. I have talked about you in my letter's home." Harry said hesitantly, he wasn't sure how Tom would take that. He was a very private person, the school as a whole didn't even know they had been dating. Not that Harry would mind them knowing but at the same time it was really none of their business. " I could just introduce you as a friend, I haven't told my parents you name since I wasn't sure how you felt about other people knowing about us."
"I will go visit your family with you, thank you for the invitation. If you parents raise the topic I will answer them truthfully. I am … glad that you have respected my privacy, but you should feel free to tell whoever you wish, particularly someone you are so close to," Tom's mind was still filled with the implications of the invitation and Harry writing his parents about him. Their relationship seemed close to him, particularly in comparison to all his previous lovers. He had never practiced magic, not to mention High magic with them. It was much more intimate then sex, well at least sex before Harry. Harry threw himself into sex like he did flying, as if there was nothing else in the world, like he could live it, breathe it, and eat it until he died.
