"We need to get books from the restricted section. Unfortunately, I was unable to get a permission slip, so we have to do this with caution, or their suspicion of us, or I, rather, will strengthen and they'd give us detention and ask us things we must not tell." Tom said. Harry only nodded, his mind elsewhere.

After three hours in the restricted section, they were still searching. Scattered around them were numerous books. "This is useless" muttered Harry. "It must be here, if it isn't then we will have no choice but to seek knowledge by experimenting, and that's a great way of killing yourself."

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming their way. Harry and Tom frantically put back the books back in place. Tom's eyes widened. He can't think fast enough in order to come up with an excuse as to why Harry and him are here.

Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled his neck and lips were softly pressed to his lips. Harry, Tom found out, was on his toes and was hugging him and kissing him. Tom's mind caught up with him and he figured out that Harry is making an excuse as to why they would be in the restricted section. Tom noticed though, that although Harry was doing a fine job of shocking the hell out of him, Harry was trembling.

Ha! And he says he isn't afraid of me! Huh, the Gryffindor Golden Boy is afraid of kissing me!

Tom rolled his eyes and made Harry's job easier by leaning down, grasping Harry's hair and deepening the kiss.

De-virginizing lessons 101: This, Harry, is how you kiss.

Harry gasped and Tom took advantage of that by entering Harry's mouth with his tongue. Mm, he thought. You taste real good, Potter. I'm lucky I'm your teacher with this stuff.

When the people came, they said:

"What the-"

"Shhh, give them them their privacy, idiot! They're having their moment!"

And the people quickly left.

After that, they quickly ended the kiss.

"Good job, Harry" Tom said, licking his lips and smirking.

Harry stiffly nodded and looked away. Tom clearly saw Harry's blush even though Harry turned his head around and his smirk widened.

Dear Gryffindor, what would your parents and savior say, once they knew you kissed their murderer?

"Shall we continue then?" asked Harry, who was still not looking at him.

For a moment, Tom thought Harry asked them to continue kissing, but then he quickly figured out that Harry meant them to continue looking for books. He shook his head, thinking 'No need to get hopeful now.'