Hello, sorry that it's so late. Tuesay-thursday i had a hangover, friday I was in the cinema. Yesterday I started writing this, but I had completely no idea what to write. Thankfully a friend, who is also the beta of this, helped me a lot. Everyone, bow to Kaśka a.k.a. Katze! xD This chapter's short, but get your tissues, you yaoi-fangirls, because drolling is unavoidable Enjoy!

4. The Wedding Night

Harry was sitting at his and Tom's table. The food had been served, many delicious dishes, but he couldn't avert his eyes from the sight which Draco and Ron presented. Well, they hadn't come out yet, but since now he knew about them he started noticing some stuff which had now a completely different meaning. Those sly remarks Draco said to Ron had a tint of sexuality in them and the anger with which Ron reacted was probably fake. Sometimes Harry could see how they touched hands or looked at each other. Harry started subconsciously understanding, what the look meant. But it was still a long road before he would realize it.

Many people came to the newlyweds' table to talk with them. Sirius kept talking with Harry for a long time, shooting death glares at Riddle. Hermione came and congratulated them, a small anxiousness heard in her voice when she spoke to Tom. Ron and Draco stayed away from Harry; they didn't want to shock him furthermore. Dumbledore also came to talk with them, but he was soon gone, after some of Tom's cutting remarks. It was plain obvious he didn't like the headmaster. Well, it wasn't a surprise.

And then Tom spotted a bottle of champagne. He glanced at Harry, who was slowly falling asleep in his seat now that Ron and Draco disappeared somewhere. Tom looked at the bottle again. Well, why not? He had to have some fun.

"Harry" he asked the younger boy. Raven haired looked at him. "Would you mind a glass of champagne?"

The party was ending. It wasn't such a disaster, thought Tom. None of his Death Eater killed any other human, he had fun discovering the Wesley-Malfoy couple, Harry seemed to have quite enjoyed his company and they drank a few bottles of champagne. What he did not know was that Harry wasn't used to drinking alcohol.

"Happy New Year!" exclaimed the boy and drank yet another glass. Tom started believing that the boy had indeed too much. He glanced at his watch. It was getting late, most of the guests had already left. Dumbledore was still dancing with Minerva on the dance floor to some Britney Spears' song. He sighed and looked at his husband.

Harry was snoring lightly, his head on his arm, which was lying on the table.

Oops, thought Tom. Harry really did have too much. He sighed yet again and stood up. He would have to carry the boy to their room. He smirked. There was no way in hell he was letting go of Harry now. He was his husband now, wasn't he? He took Harry in his arms, ironically, bridal style.

He tried not to bump in anyone, especially Dumbledore, which he somehow managed to do, except one intentional encounter with Hermione Granger, when he accidentally spilled some juice on her pink dress.

"Watch your steps, Miss Granger" he said coldly in superiority. The girl looked at her dress, which was ruined now. Victor wanted to say something, but when he saw the cold glare Tom was giving him he resigned. Tom smirked mentally. Yes, he should do such things more often. He moved into the castle's direction.

When they got to the room Tom laid Harry on the bed. The boy rolled onto his side and curled into an embryonic position. Tom stared at him for a second. Then he loosened his tie and smirked. He said a spell that made the room soundproof and locked the door, so that no one could neither enter nor leave the room without Tom's permission. It was his wedding night and he was about to have fun. Harry heard the sound of Tom's voice and stood up from the bed.

"Ugh… Tom?" said the boy, still not fully awake, staggering slightly. "I need to use the bathroom… are these doors…?"

"Shush" said Tom and neared the boy. Harry wanted to turn around to look at the other man, but said man had caught him from behind and held him tightly.

"T-Tom?"

The Dark Lord only smirked. Where should he being…? He licked Harry's ear. The boy trembled slightly. He moved his head lower, nuzzling the boy's neck. He smelled of champagne and strawberries. Riddle licked his own lips and then bit the boy, making sure to leave a love-mark. The boy sighed still drowsy, his mind away from his body.

Tom moved his hand slowly and caressed Harry's abdomen and started undoing the boy's belt. Harry opened his eyes fully, not understanding what was happening. Then he felt the biting and the pressure below his stomach…

"Aah!" screamed Harry and tried to get away.

Surprised Tom loosened his grip on the boy a little and Harry spun around looking into the other man's face. Tom's look was full of need and he wouldn't listen to any objections. Harry backed up to the wall, trying to run away from the other man. Tom was slowly starting to lose his patience.

"Scared?" asked Tom in parseltongue. Harry was freaking out by now.

"W-what are you d-doing" inquired the boy.

Riddle didn't say anything, he just gave Harry the look. He was nearing him slowly, keeping the eye contact all that time.

Realization hit the boy. Oh my fucking God…! He's going to rape me! Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt so terrified. He decided. Suddenly the boy leaped to his right, deluding himself that he'd get to the door in time. But of course Tom was faster. He caught the boy and pushed him roughly into wall. Harry's eyes were wide with fear. Tom held the boy's hands firmly on the wall above their heads.

"Don't you even dare to run away" he hissed into the other's ear. The boy struggled under him, his eyes getting teary. Tom lowered his head again and pushed their bodies together. "You are mine now" he whispered into the boy's ear, nibbling onto it. When no answer came he pulled back a little and looked Harry in the face. And then he cursed.

The boy was crying. His eyes were closed not to look at the other man. He was trembling even more now.

"Crying won't help you!" exclaimed the Dark Lord in normal language. The boy tried to curl himself up, but he was held tightly. Tom stared at him.

"Screw it!" yelled Tom and roughly moved away from Harry. He grabbed his jacket on his way to the door. He exited the room not taking the spells of. If that boy didn't want to spend the bloody night with him he'd spend it alone.

Harry was left alone, trembling and still not believing in what had happened. He touched the places where Tom had kissed him and stared at the door. He was so screwed.

Tom rushed through the halls. Everything was silent, but thoughts were spinning in his head. He was furious! It was his wedding night and the freaking boy wouldn't even… Aaaargh!

Before he realized it, he was standing in front of Slytherin house entrance. Well, he didn't see it, it was more he knew it. He was standing between cold bare walls in the dungeons. He smirked and hissed something in parseltongue. A passage opened. Sometimes being the heir of Slytherin was quite useful.

He entered Slytherin main room and sat on a chair next to the chimney. He sighed. At least he could relax in his old house, his favourite place in the whole school.

"My lord…?" a voice sounded behind him. It was Lucious Malfoy.

"Don't. Even. Ask." Tom hissed, not looking at the other man. "Or I'll tear every single inch of that pitiful body of yours, limb after limb."

No answer came.

Meanwhile…

Harry was sitting on the bed holding his arms around knees, his head down. He still couldn't believe in what had happened. Now he was thinking about what Tom had wanted to do to him. The boy knew this would happen sooner or later, but so soon? He wasn't prepared for such stuff yet… And anyways…

He imagined two men doing it.

Hell, it was just so sick and wrong for him! It wasn't a big problem that such people existed. He didn't have to see them doing it. It wasn't his problem. But now he realized it was his problem after all, a huge problem indeed.

But then he remembered the way Tom had held him… the way Tom had kissed him… Harry blushed. This wasn't sick and wrong. This was different. He didn't know how, but it was. The way Tom had touched him was different, way different.

And then Harry looked down and cursed. There was a long night ahead of him.

When the morning came, the Dark Lord could swear he hadn't felt such pain since he had gained this body. He decided that he should have included the total destruction of sofas in the agreement's points. He left the couch with a grimace on his face. Slowly he moved into the direction of his and Harry's room. He had to open the damned doors otherwise the boy wouldn't be able to get out. He smirked. Maybe it wasn't that bad…? Nevertheless he still went to the room.

At that time Harry also woke up. He turned onto his right side, but he couldn't fall asleep again. He tried turning onto his left side, but still sleep didn't want to come back to him. He threw the quilt off of him. He noticed Tom's black coat lying on the bed, next to him. The man must have left it when he ran out of the room. Harry reached for the piece of clothing and pulled it closer to him. He could smell Tom's scent on the coat. He inhaled it and remembered the things Tom had done to him the previous night. The places where Tom had kissed him burned him, making it impossible to forget about it. Strange warmth filled his body and he moaned, clenching onto the coat.

Suddenly the doors opened and Tom walked into the room. The boy tried to pull the quilt over himself, but he couldn't reach it. The older man looked at the raven haired boy and cracked an eyebrow. The boy evidently had a problem in his trousers. And plus, the boy was clenching onto his coat. He smirked mentally and slowly neared the boy.

Harry was blushing heatedly. It didn't help him, that, indeed, he had a problem and Tom was looking straight into his eyes. He tried to look away and then the man lowered himself onto the boy, slightly touching him, resting his body weight on his arms. Harry's heart became beating incredibly fast.

"T-Tom…?" asked Harry.

Tom didn't say anything, just gave a cold meaningful glare. He leaned more and said into the boy's ear.

"The breakfast's waiting downstairs." Then he grabbed his coat, which was lying behind the boy, stood up and walked out of the room like nothing had happened, leaving the boy dumbfounded. On his way out he took the spells off and smirked in mind. He didn't get what he had wanted that night, but the look on Harry's face was priceless.