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"So Harry," Tom's voice was soft, almost nervous. "You wanna go to the Halloween dance tonight? Like a proper couple?"

Harry glanced at his bed partner, his green eyes closing in thought, pulling the sheet up closer to his chest. "I dunno. I haven't really had a chance to tell Ron and Hermione about us. What with them being all couple-like and me sleeping down here with you. And all." He sighed.

"Well it's not like they know I'm Tom Riddle," Tom sighed. "Even though you won't tell me who I am in this decade. And don't think I didn't find out about the spell that refuses to let me look up anything resembling my name in the papers," he hissed. "Besides, you told them my name was Tom Ripley. Like that movie, you said…?"

"The Talented Mr. Ripley. I liked it. You remind me of him, sometimes." Harry felt Tom embrace him from behind.

"Is that a good thing?" Tom asked softly, nipping his ear.

Harry looked up at the ceiling. Tom is crushing me.

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Draco gazed in at the Great Hall, head peaking around the corner, shyly. Swirls of brightly colored garments dazzled his pale eyes. He glanced around, finally fixing on Harry and Tom. Tom twirled Harry, and he watched his ex lover laugh as they danced. "He's laughing," Draco whispered. "He's having fun." He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned quickly.

"May I have this dance, Mr. Malfoy?" Sirius asked with a big smile. Draco nodded weakly and Sirius swept him onto the spectral dance floor, above the real dance floor, where the rest of the ghosts were dancing. Sirius spun him around, his hands gentle and loving.

The song ended and a new one started up, and Draco realized with a shock it was his dance. He and Harry would always slow dance to it. It was their song. He looked down to see Tom and Harry directly under them. His eyes widened and tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes.

Tom watched as Draco collapsed into Sirius's arms, and Sirius rocked him, eyes closed, rubbing his back in circles. It was like a sick parody of the dance that he and Harry were partaking in, and he found his eyes glued to them, listening to Draco's sobs.

He looked at Harry, tears gathering in his eyes. "I'm a horrible person, aren't I?"

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"Draco, will you do me a favor?"

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"His arm is at your waist," Draco whispered. "He's kissing your neck."

Remus moaned, and Sirius nipped at his neck gently. Remus jumped, feeling the ghost of a touch on his neck.

"He bit your neck," Draco provided and Remus shivered. "His arm is going lower, brushing over your—"

"Oh," squeaked Remus suddenly. "I can almost feel him."

Sirius smiled and squeezed, watching as Remus eyes fluttered closed. "You can leave, now, Draco." Remus whispered.

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"Let me get this straight, Remus. You want me to act the telephone for your and Remus's interdimensional phone sex?"

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Harry walked into Tom's bedroom still in his Quidditch uniform. Tom looked up from his book as Harry walked in. Harry's hair was rumpled and there was blood spattered across his face. His uniform was ripped and his body was covered in mud. "You look fucked," Tom murmured, eyes widening. "I want to fuck you, now, Potter!"

Harry eyes widened in shock, and he felt himself gasping as his blood rushed down to is erection. "Tom," he whispered, shaking slightly.

Tom walked up to him, pushing him into the wall. "God damn, Potter, you are hot," Tom whispered into is ear, nipping at his earlobe. Harry shivered, body quivering more.

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Draco could hear a moan from the other side of the door. "Playing twister, are we?" Draco muttered sarcastically. "Left hand yellow."

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"Golden snitches on your underwear?" Tom laughed, pulling off Harry's pants. "Way to kill the mood."

"For good luck," Harry moaned, thrusting his hips into Tom's.

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"Right hand blue."

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Harry's right hand reached down Tom's pants, grasping his erection in his hand and pulling. "Fuck me?"

Tom grinned. "Gladly."

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Draco.

He jumped looking wildly around. "Hello?" He took a step further into the hall. "Is anyone there? Are you the person who brought me here?" he yelled, feeling as though his heart was breaking his chest.

Perhaps. But I can see you. And you could see me, if you were closer.

"Where are you?" Draco asked, looking both ways, wide eyed. "Are you close?"

Yes. Quite close. And I want you, Draco.

"Me? You want me? Like," he paused. "Sex?"

Don't you want to find out?

And Draco found that he truly did.

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"I love you, Tom," Harry whispered, closing his eyes and squeaking with his orgasm.

"You do?" Tom whispered inaudibly, so Harry could not hear him, suddenly feeling sick to his stomac

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"Sirius!" Remus cried, covering his hand with his own seed. "God I love you!"

"Oh, Remus," Sirius whimpered. "I am so sorry."

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tbc