Warnings in whole fic: Slash, Male Slash, Mentions of Rape, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Harry, Time Travel, Age Regression/De-Aging, mentions of family abuse, Lemon, Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Not Beta Read


"Talking"

'Thinking'

–Parseltongue–

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper


-Chapter III-

Dumbledore wondered how the two he had had to introduce to the magical world that were so different but so alike in danger had managed to meet one another in the first day in the train. Holmes was one of the best students, although her grades wouldn't move upward than the average, it was like she refused popularity. Riddle on the other hand was the top of class, being the professors' typical pet student. Dumbledore looked at the two as they entered Great Hall for their fifth year, Holmes was starting to win her feminine looks and even with her clothes that did everything but call attention several boys were looking her way. Dumbledore knew the only thing keeping them away was the hand holding Holmes' one. Since the first day the two were always together, as if the two had connected. If Dumbledore didn't knew better he would say the boy had taken the girl under his protection, but why would he?

-NEA-

"Why is everyone looking our way?" Primavera whispered.

Tom helped her to sit as he looked around, easily he noticed the lust looks. He sat next to her and, glancing to the girl's eyes to be sure she wouldn't freak out, grabbed her hand over the table. At once he noticed everyone looking away, not daring to mess with him.

"They're just looking at my Perfect crest." he argued.

Primavera sighed relieved. Years had passed and her fear for attention was still was strong as when he had met her the first time. He could understand why the boys couldn't take their eyes off, he wasn't blind. Since he had first met her that he had seen her inner beauty. While everyone had looked at her clothes and round glasses too big for her, he had seen the beauty, the power and the geniuses in managing to hide it under a mask of incognito. She was a no one and that helped her to stay in the background when something big was happening. Although being a Black gave her prestige, she only used it to keep unwanted attention away.

"Dumbledore is looking at us."

"Is he now?" Tom asked amused.

For reasons unknown to him, Primavera loathed the transfiguration professor. She nodded, looking back at him. Her green eyes landing on his dark grey ones.

"He's still trying to find ways to separate us."

Tom grinned and tightened his hold on the girl's hand.

"Is there anything for him to separate?"

As always Primavera blushed at his hint, but although she looked away it was the first time she didn't take her hand away. Tom smirked internally, sure he knew she'd been touched when she had been a child, before the muggles had taken her in if he understood correctly, and that she was going to be a hard one to let him touch her, he had already suspected that on the first day. Tom massaged the back of her hand with his thumb. She was still his ticket to become someone in this world... Her good looks, smartness and strength were just a bonus. She knew he was dangerous, he wasn't sure why and how as he'd made sure to keep it hidden from her, but she just knew and still didn't said or do anything to stop him. Of course he could tell that she didn't exactly approve, but she also didn't argue against.

"Walburga told about you to Lord Black this summer." Tom hummed, looking at the mentioned seventh year witch. Why would she? She had made her impression of him quite clear the first time they met. "He told me that he wants to speak with you... To know your intentions towards me... I tried to stop him but he refused to listen to reason."

"I'll talk with him."

"You don't have to..."

"I have to."

He knew what meeting the lord meant, he also knew that the only thing he had for himself was his top student career. But he was a Slytherin and, although he wasn't the sexual type, Primavera was his and he would not give up on her. He had decided years ago to make her his.

-NEA-

Tom floo-travelled back to the Potions Professor private chambers and bowed his head to the wizard thankfully, before heading back towards Slytherin's common room. It had been a good thing to bring Slughorn with him after all, the wizard had spoken so much of Tom's good merits that most likely he had been the push that Lord Black had needed. Going down the green labyrinth corridor of Slytherin's dormitories, Tom wondered if he should warn his 'friend' about the talk. She had been worried for him, after all. Honestly, the only reason why she even survived in Slytherin with her Gryffindorishness was because Tom used it to keep her to himself and to climb in the Slytherin ranking. Even if a halfblood muggle raised; Primavera as a child of the Black family still hold more power than he did on his own being a simple perfect student. Tom smirked, it was a wonder how Primavera had gotten into Slytherin but that didn't mean that Tom didn't protect her. He did, after all... he needed to make sure her ranking stayed high, even if she thought it was only because of him that she had it. Arriving the door to Primavera's room, Tom entered and his eyes grew. Nothing in his life could have prepared him to be able to hide his emotions at a time like this. Primavera had just left the bathroom with a towel around her waist... Only it wasn't a female chest he was seeing but... A male. Noticing the 'girl's' blush he snapped out of it and entered, closing the door behind him. Primavera's chest was full of scars, most likely from the time he'd been abused. One of them even formed the word freak.

"Hmmm... Marvolo?" Tom hummed, taking his own time to appreciate the view. "Do you mind?"

Tom looked up to the teen's eyes, before rolling his eyes and turning around. He heard Primavera moving and in no time he was by his side.

"I can expl..."

Tom grabbed the towel from his hands and pushed him to a chair before starting to dry his long messy hair.

"Can't believe you managed to hide this from me." Tom reprimanded himself. And he thought he knew all there was to know about the 'girl', apparently there was a reason for him to be a Slytherin after all. "Spoke with Lord Black."

"And?"

"He has accepted me as your possible husband and lover." Tom replied nonchalantly, it all made sense now why after years since the abuse it still affected the teen.

Primavera turned suddenly like he'd expect him to do.

"What? But I'm..."

Tom smirked amused.

"We can always adopt if you so desire, although I'm not the parental type. Besides... Does lord Black knows of this?"

Primavera blushed and shook his head.

"Only my adoptive parents... And now you."

Tom hummed, feeling quite smug at being one of the three.

"And I will never do anything you aren't ready to do... You should know that by now, Primavera."

"Evans." Tom frowned. "Diminutive to Primavera, from Mave... And it reminds me of my mother. My biological witch mother."

Tom nodded.

"It's a good one. We'll have to create one for me."

Tom finished drying Evans' hair and grabbed his hairbrush to comb his hair.

"Are you gay?"

"Why do you ask that? After all until half an hour ago I thought you were a female."

"Then why are you still trying to get into my pants?"

Tom rolled his eyes and turned the chair around, pulled Evans' chin up and kissed him on the lips. Before he could deepen the kiss, Tom leaned back.

"I'm not homosexual or heterosexual. It's only you I can picture at my side and on my bed, if that means having gay sex... So be it."

Evans blushed, lowering his head. Honestly, it satisfied Tom that the other teen had managed to hide this in the Slytherin house, if he could hide this... what else had he hidden? It made him horny at the thought that there were still things he could find from his groom.

"I'm not..." Tom hummed inquisitively. "Gay."

Tom snorted.

"Of course not," he placated, before adding mentally: 'You're just mine!'

-NEA-

Having Marvolo find out the truth and becoming his groom had never been on Harry's plans. Yes, Marvolo wasn't the sexual type and he knew better than to take advantage of Harry... That didn't mean he wouldn't become Lord Voldemort one day.

"You think too much." a voice said amused at his side. Harry glared up at Marvolo. "If you aren't careful the after effects can be the burning of your brain cells from over use."

"Marv..." Harry groaned as the other limited to smile back. "You're impossible..."

He turned back to his parchment where he was supposed to be doing his homework. Would life be easier if he was really dating Tom Marvolo Riddle? Wouldn't he change his own birth?

(TBC)


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