CHAPTER SEVEN OF ASHES TO ASHES
"SPEECH LOOKS LIKE THIS."
'THOUGHTS LOOK LIKE THIS.'
FLASHBACKS AND DREAMS LOOK LIKE THIS
PREVIOUSLY ON ASHES TO ASHES
"Well… I suppose I'd rather have you know than be in the dark about my lineage," Tom spoke lightly, the same overly angelic smile gracing his lips. He reached out for Harry, softly brushing his cheek in an affectionate gesture.
"Tom?" Harry asked confused.
"Relax," Tom murmured, leaning in closer.
Harry instinctively closed his eyes tightly, not daring to peek in fear of embarrassing himself. He knew what Tom was going to do, he wasn't daft. But at the same time he couldn't help but to think why Tom would do that. Maybe Tom wasn't going to do that and he was just jumping to conclusions. He felt Tom draw closer ever so slowly. He gulped, feeling hyper sensitive to everything Tom was doing. He stayed completely still until he felt the telltale brush of lips against his. He drew in a quick breath, eyes popping open in surprise as his hands reached out for Tom. He ended up fisting the boy's shirt in his hands as he pulled him closer. He could feel Tom smiling against his lips, and although embarrassed beyond belief Harry couldn't bring himself to care. The kiss was sweet and slow but in no way lacking in passion. He grinned stupidly when they broke apart, his hands still holding onto Tom's shirt.
"Um… wow." Harry said lamely, "What brought that on?"
Tom chuckled, tucking a lock of hair that had fallen into Harry's eyes, "To celebrate."
"Celebrate what?" Harry asked breaking away from Tom once he broke out of his dazed state, although the blush never left his face.
Tom merely smiled at him and Harry knew he'd never get a straight answer from the boy. Unexpectedly Harry yawned suddenly feeling sleepy.
"Tired?" Tom asked, already leading Harry toward the bed, "Here, rest." Tom said as he pushed him onto the bed before quickly climbing in himself. Harry stared owlishly at the teen. Tom smirked, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you…" He trailed off as if to imply that he would be doing something to Harry in the near future though. Tom laughed at Harry's expression. "Sleep," Tom commanded as he pulled a book out. "Don't worry," Tom pressed and Harry, as if put under a spell, fell asleep promptly.
"Mmm…" Harry woke slowly, feeling a hand run through his hair repeatedly. Then as if sensing him awake, the hand stopped and merely sat atop his head. "Feels good," Harry managed to mumble out as he pressed his head to the hand hoping that it would continue playing with his hair.
Tom chuckled as he pulled on a lock of Harry's hair lightly. "It feels good does it?" he said jokingly.
Harry froze in shock, he had forgotten all about Tom! 'I'm not in my room!' Harry groaned in embarrassment.
Tom smiled, although Harry couldn't see, as he twirled a lock of Harry's hair. He continued reading his book and they settled into a comfortable silence. Harry managed to relax once again as Tom started to run his hand through his hair. Curious Harry tuned slightly to see what Tom was doing. He was reading a book as he rested against the headboard.
"What're you reading?" Harry mumbled, still a bit groggy – Tom's hand wasn't helping him wake up either.
"About the past," Tom replied with a smile as he closed the book.
"Ugh," Harry said with a grimace. "I hate history," he stated as he stretched sniffling a yawn. "What time is it?" He asked Tom as he got out of the way too comfortable bed. "EHHH?" Harry exclaimed looking at his watch. "It's so late! Tom!" He yelled turning to the teen that was looking at him in amusement, "Why didn't you wake me up?!"
"You looked really peaceful…" Tom told him lightly, "Besides… you needed the rest."
"Mrrnngg…" Harry mumbled feeling cheated for some reason.
Tom laughed, getting up from the bed as well. He steered Harry towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Tom murmured as he leaned down to peck him lightly on the lips; rendering Harry speechless.
Not trusting his ability to speak at the moment Harry merely nodded swiftly before high tailing it out of there.
"What."
Thud.
"Am."
Thud.
"I."
Thud.
"Do-"
Thud.
"-Ing?"
Thud.
Harry ground out, ramming his head against the wall with every syllable. He felt a sense of deja vu. "This is insane," he mumbled to himself. "It's got to be another dream…" He mumbled out.
"Potter." An all too familiar voice sneered, "Still wondering about the corridors up to no good I see; just like your good-for-nothing father."
Harry grimaced. "Snape," he mumbled out as a greeting. He didn't even bother to confirm that it was indeed his bat resembling professor from his college days.
"Still disrespectful as always." Harry didn't even have to look to know that there was a sneer on the towering man's face. "What are you doing here, Potter?"
"I work here." Harry mumbled. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the biased man at the moment. 'When have I even been in the mood to deal with him?' Harry asked himself as he rolled his eyes. He finally turned toward his ex-professor.
As he had guessed, there was a sneer on the man's face.
"How have you been?"
"Uh… What?" Harry asked shocked.
Snape sneered.
"Umm… I'm fine… Thank you?" Harry replied dumbfounded.
If anything it seemed as if Snape's sneer deepened. He tightly nodded at the younger man before taking his leave.
Harry gawked after the man, his cloak billowing behind him dramatically.
Tom sat atop his bed facing the door. The room was darker than normal and eerily quiet.
"Dumbledore is getting weaker isn't he?" It seemed as if Tom was talking to himself but there was another man, blending into the shadows' of the room.
"…" The man didn't say anything, but Tom caught the small nod from him.
"Well," Tom smirked, "You know what to do."
Snape dropped down to one knee in front of Tom, "Yes my Lord," he replied quietly, respect and a drop of fear tainting his words.
"Harry," Tom whispered, pulling the shocked man into his arms.
"T-Tom?" Harry stuttered against the taller boy's chest. The teen had practically attacked him as soon as he had walked through the door.
"Mmm…" Tom spoke, "I've missed you."
Harry couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. This game, or whatever it was, that they were playing was dangerous he knew. For one he didn't even know if Tom was being honest or not, but he couldn't help but to go along with it.
"I… missed you too…" Harry spoke even quieter his face getting redder by the second.
"Get away from that demon Harry!" A voice spoke up strongly from the doorway.
Harry gasped, breaking away from Tom in shock. There Dumbledore was, standing fiercely at the entrance with Kingsley flanking him.
Tom frowned, "You acted a lot faster than I thought you would. Well, no matter, you can't stop me anyways." The teen shrugged seemly at ease, if only a bit annoyed. He grabbed Harry's wrist, "I can't bring you with me now…" He spoke staring deeply into Harry's eyes. "But I promise you, I'll come back for you." He whispered lowly so only Harry would hear him. He touched his lips lightly to Harry's fingers, "So be good for me 'til I come get you, okay?"
Harry nodded minutely, eyes wide with surprise.
And with a crack Tom disappeared from their sights.
A/N: OH HO HO. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?
The beginning was very fluffy right? Actually the whole chapter was kind of on the fluffy side…
eh. ANYWAYS. AHHH. IT'S GETTING EXCITING, NON? I AM EXCITED. YOU'LL SOON FIND OUT EVERYTHING CONCERNING THE CHARACTERS. Maybe not all in one chapter, but the story is unraveling itself~~~
ALSO. I REALLY WANT TO THANK EVERYONE THAT LEFT A COMMENT.
TT_TT omg you guys are too nice. I felt so inspired and loved and omg. I can't.
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I'll answer this since a handful of people asked me...
TOM IS NOT A VAMPIRE. AND THAT'S ALL I'M TELLING YOU. U FU FU FU.
SHORT I KNOW. BUT IT'S THIS OR NO UPDATE AT ALL LOL. SO... UNTIL NEXT TIME! CHEERS.
