Tempus Inconcessus
Chapter 6 – Amortentia
Disclaimer: Harry rhymes with hairy rhymes with berry rhymes with cherry rhymes with I don't own any of it because I'm poor.
Warning: This chapter will contain some guy-to-guy kissing and fondling and touching and molestation and all that jazz. So if you don't like it…then may Bob have mercy on your soul.
Author's Note: I promised that this chapter will finally have the lovable Tom and Harry romance. But! I added a few more things…because I really couldn't control my hormones. I'm a guy! You can't expect much from me! Just expect me to crave reviews and to continue writing in return! Now read or suffer!!
"Potter, hurry it up!"
Harry groaned and covered his head with a pillow, deafening the sounds around him. The voice called again, muffled by the pillow. He felt the cushion be pried from his hands and heard it get flung across the room. Strong arms grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over.
"Potter, wake up!" Tom yelled through grit teeth. "Sebastian and Xavier already left for breakfast. They're waiting for us."
"Then just go on without me." Harry grumbled and flipped back on his stomach. For a moment, he thought that Tom had left him, but he then felt his body feel as light as a feather. Opening his eyes, he saw the blurred dorm floor below him and his body floating a few feet above it.
"We have to work on that potion right after you're done stuffing that gut of yours." Tom jolted his wand, shaking Harry awake along with it. Using the Levitation Charm, Tom forced Harry to constantly bump his head on the ceiling. Then, without warning, he lifted the spell and Harry fell luckily on his bed. "You have five minutes."
Still half-asleep, Harry put his glasses on. The first robe he saw, he put on, not caring that it was wrinkled and a little too big for him. Letting out a yawn, he sluggishly followed Tom to the Grand Hall.
"What took you guys so long?" Sebastian asked, taking a sip from his pumpkin juice.
"Harry has the sleeping capability of a rock. Shocking that we made it before class started." Tom swiped a muffin from Xavier's plate and took a bite of it. Xavier didn't seem to mind.
"Well, maybe if someone could have been quieter when they were rooting, I wouldn't have been up half of the night!" Still cranky for having been woken up so early, Harry's temper was fairly short at the moment.
"Eavesdropping is rude you know." Tom said.
"Hard not to eavesdrop when you two were being louder than Xavier's snoring!"
"Sorry, Harry. We didn't mean to keep you awake." Sebastian apologized before Tom could retort with something nasty. "We'll be quieter next time."
"Next time?!" Harry spilled his pumpkin juice as he bolted from the table. He stormed out of the Grand Hall, hearing the owls flying in to deliver their letters.
No one followed him and for that he was grateful. Without having a particular destination in mind, Harry wandered the halls of Hogwarts.
Harry wanted to blame his lack of sleep for his sudden outburst and crankiness on Tom and Sebastian, but he knew better. It wasn't the fact that he couldn't sleep the night before; it was what kept him up. He knew that Tom was in a relationship with Xavier and Sebastian, but he never really openly showed this. Harry couldn't actually even remember ever seeing Tom kiss Sebastian or Xavier. Whatever twisted relationship they had, Tom rarely seemed to be a part of it.
Actually, the night Harry arrived was the only time that he saw Tom express any feelings towards them. Then there was last night with Sebastian. Besides that, Tom didn't seem the type that really cared much about his supposed lovers. Yet, he constantly threatens Harry to stay away.
Harry thought of this as the Dark Lord's mere wanting to possess people. He acted like a stubborn child that refused to share and Harry was fine with that when it came with Xavier and Sebastian. Because, like he mentioned countless times before, he felt nothing for Xavier or Sebastian.
He wish could say the same for someone else. Harry had let himself admit it last night, while Tom slept with Sebastian. It was that scene that had brought out a sense of jealousy that Harry had constantly denied. Even now, he wanted to deny the existence of such feelings. But the longer he spent with Tom, the harder it was to ignore the aching of his heart.
There was too much history. Far too many evil deeds for Tom to be forgiven. But Harry attempted to reason this tiny infatuation to be with Tom Riddle, not the hideous creature that he would become. Yet, that didn't really settle his problem. Tom was Tom and that would never change…unless he did something. But Professor Slughorn said not to do anything that would alter time. Then again, Harry felt compelled to do something. Nothing could make the future worse than what it already was.
Before he knew it, Harry was halfway up the stairs leading to the Gryffindor Tower. Old habits had taken him there and new instincts turned him back around the other way. Hagrid was walking up the stairs, not really looking at where he was going. His attention was focused more on the object he held inside his robes, concealed from Harry's sight.
"Hey there, Hagrid." Harry greeted out of instinct.
"What d'yeh want?"
"Just saying hi…" said Harry, forgetting that Hagrid didn't like him.
Hagrid eyed Harry curiously, immediately recognizing his Slytherin attire. "Outta my way." He growled and rushed up the stairs. In his rush, he forgot about the faux step and his foot slid right through it, dropping whatever it was he was hiding.
The object rolled down the stairs, zigzagging until Harry saw Peeves the Poltergeist hovering close by. Peeves saw the rolling object and flew down to get it. Harry saw this and quickly pulled out his wand, "Accio!" The object projected itself out of Peeve's grasp and right into Harry's arms.
Letting out an annoyed wail, Peeves floated away spotting a shiny object around a Ravenclaw's neck.
Harry held Hagrid's belonging close, finally able to realize what it was. "An egg?" And at that moment, Hagrid had freed himself from the step and yanked the egg out of Harry's hands.
"Don't yeh touch it!" Hagrid held the egg close, stuffing it quickly back into his robes.
"I was just helping."
"Don't need yehr help." Hagrid clutch the egg possessively, muttered the password to the Fat Lady in the portrait and went into the Gryffindor House.
A wave of depression returned to Harry, adding to his already gloomy day. If Hagrid and he couldn't be friends, then who could be his true friends with? Xavier Malfoy? They got along fine, but there was still all the secrecy and lies. Harry wanted someone he could be open with and tell everything to. He wanted to tell someone that he wasn't from this time. Anyone.
On his way back, he saw Myrtle crying and running towards the Hufflepuff dorms, trying to escape Oliver who was close behind her. Harry knew that he shouldn't tell her his secrets and ignored her wails as Oliver caught up to her and muttered some jinx.
The only people that knew that Harry was from another time were the professors. Professor Dumbledore was in deep conversation with Professor Sedo, but even if he wasn't, he had already told Harry that there was nothing that could be done. All teachers have told him that. Harry knew that there was no way in going back, but was it so wrong to just want to talk about it?
There was no use thinking about it anymore. Harry drifted to his first class of the day, Herbology.
The walk to the greenhouse felt as familiar as ever and the class droned on as he remembered. Xavier was there, having trouble potting his Bristet, but its tentacles were making it difficult. They flailed wildly, hitting Xavier in the face, but he finally was able to put it into submission and bury it beneath the enchanted earth.
They copied down the assignment from Professor Orcut and left when the bell rang.
Xavier talked about a letter he received from his parents, just wanting to know how everything's been at Hogwarts. Harry didn't pay much attention to him and they quickly arrived back at their dorm. Xavier wanted to continue talking, but Harry managed to use homework as an excuse. Sighing, Xavier picked up his camera from Charms class and left to take some pictures.
Harry had developed the film to his and all his pictures were sprawled across his bed. Pulling out his wand, Harry read the incantation over and then tried it out on the picture of the Nekomancers. "Vigoribus!" There was a small spark from his wand that fell upon the photograph, but the only reaction he got was a blink from one of the cat-people.
Harry tried once more and waved his wand, more vigorously and repeated the spell, "Vigoribus!" This time, the Nekomancers twitched in picture and bared their fangs, but their movements ceased as quickly as it came.
Reading the passage over again, Harry didn't understand why the spell refused to work. Harry raised his wand once more, but a hand gripped at his wrist and pulled it back down.
"Homework, Potter? I find that hard to believe." Tom had just gotten back from class, but Harry didn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Need some help?"
"From you? No thanks." Harry said, pulling away from Tom's grip. He raised his wand again and chanted the spell, wanting to get it right in front of Tom. But again, something went wrong and the reaction from the picture was little to none.
"Your spellmanship says otherwise." Tom took a look at the Advanced Charms book, reading it quickly with his eyes.
"It's not like you would know what to do." said Harry. "You're only a fifth year, you can't perform these spells." For some reason, the thought that Harry was in harder classes than Tom made him inwardly smile with superiority. But then… "How are you in a seventh year Potions class?"
Tom continued to read, flipping forward and back a few pages in Harry's book. "It was Professor Slughorn who wanted me to go on to his advanced class this year. I couldn't refuse, but Dumbledore didn't think I was ready." He scoffed the reminder. "It took some persuasion from Slughorn, but he managed to convince Dippet against Dumbledore's views on me. So, I was put into Advanced Potions and I insisted that Sebastian be allowed to come with me. Dumbledore didn't seem to mind him going any further though."
"That seems unfair to everyone else. Why should you guys be allowed to get into higher classes and others not?"
"Because we're special." Tom said, smiling when Harry gave him an annoyed look. "I see what you're doing wrong."
"What?"
Tom went behind Harry and gently held the wizard's arms. Harry's body stiffened in response, straining his neck in an attempt to see Tom behind him. Tom's hands glided across Harry's arm until they were around the hand that held the wand. "Your movement is all wrong." Tom whispered into Harry's ear, sending shivers down the boy's spine.
Tom's hand cupped around Harry's and slowly guided the wand into a formation that Harry didn't take notice to. He heard Tom whisper the spell and, out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see the Nekomancers clawing at the picture, wanting to attack.
Harry could feel Tom's breath on his neck and again, he chanted the spell bringing another picture to life. If not for Tom's hand on his, Harry's arm would be shaking. Again, Tom moved Harry's arm and whispered the spell. "Your turn, Harry."
Without having anything to say back at Tom, Harry waved his wand and chanted the spell "Vigoribus!" And the picture of Xavier, Sebastian, and Tom came to life. With Tom still close behind him, Harry enchanted all of the pictures until there were no more excuses for Tom to remain.
"You're welcome." Tom said and sat on his bed.
"I didn't say thank you."
"You were going to."
"Really? Can you read minds?" Harry knew that the older Tom would be able to, but the younger Tom's capabilities were still unknown to Harry.
"Of course. I can do anything." said Tom.
"Then what am I thinking about?" Harry found himself moving closer to Tom's bed.
Tom took a long look at Harry before answering, "You're thinking why we aren't working on the Amortentia potion. You're right, Potter, we should really get started on it." Tom glided past Harry, not noticing the momentary look of disappointment on the boy's face.
Harry idly sat on the bed, watching Tom set out a cauldron and the ingredients needed for Harry to use. Then he motioned for Harry to come and attempt to create the strongest of all love potions.
Following Tom's verbal instructions to the best of his ability, Harry filled the cauldron with the crushed tidbits of pixie wings. Just as he was about to add the scurvy leaves, Tom stopped him, saying that they needed to be dipped in liquid peppermint. Doing as he was told, Harry added the scurvy leaves and saw the potion shine brighter than diamonds.
Tom handed Harry an Ashwinder egg. Harry thought that Tom purposely creating an Ashwinder was really risky, since the eggs it lays have the potential to destroy entire homes with flames. But Harry took the egg, feeling the frozen exterior cool his hands. He looked at it curiously and then gave the same look to Tom.
"You're supposed to use the inside." Tom stated. Harry still gave him a quizzical look and Tom sighed. "Crack it open and release the yolk into the cauldron."
Harry took the egg and held it over the cauldron with one hand and pulled out his wand with the other. "Diffindo!" Harry said and a thin slice appeared across the side of the egg. The slice spread into cracks and a slimy, red liquid flowed out of the egg and into the cauldron.
The red liquid resembled something like lava and Harry feared to touch it seeing as how steam was coming from it. As soon as it made contact with the cauldron's contents, there was a flurry of dark red smoke. It twirled and danced in strange spirals, the smoke disappearing into the air. The crimson potion then erupted in a cloud of pure white smoke that momentarily blinded Harry and Tom.
When Harry was able to see the potion again, he saw that it was now a crystal clear color that glistened brilliantly in the dorm lights. There were still small fumes that made strange patterns before mixing with the air, twirling in a mesmerizing way.
Tom came up from behind Harry and plucked a hair from the wizard's head. Harry flinched slightly, completely ignored by Tom who dropped the hair into the Amortentia Potion. He bent over the cauldron and took a whiff of it. "It smells strong—sort of invincible." Tom said, confusing Harry as to how he could smell such things.
Harry took in the aroma of the potion. "It smells like vanilla to me." said Harry, unsure to how Tom smelled the odor of strength.
"Care to test it out?" Tom asked with an evil grin forming on his face. Without waiting for an answer, he poured the Amortentia into a vile and stuffed it into his robes. "Come. Lunch is almost starting. Xavier and Sebastian should be waiting for us there."
"Where were they all this time?" Harry asked as they headed towards the Grand Hall for lunch.
"I told Sebastian to give us some alone time. He probably made sure that Xavier didn't disturb us either. Nice guy, that Sebastian."
They saw Xavier and Sebastian sitting at their usually spot in the corner of the Slytherin table, already digging into their plates. They took a seat with them and Tom poured everyone a glass of pumpkin juice, except for Harry. The two greeted him and Harry, but Tom didn't say anything.
He pulled out the vile of Amortentia and let a few drops fall into one of the glasses. Sebastian and Xavier watched confused. Tom stirred the pumpkin juice mixing the aroma of power with that of pumpkins. When he was finished, he took out his wand and used a switching spell to exchange the juices with the other glasses. Harry couldn't tell where the juice with the Amortentia was in now and that was probably what Tom had intended.
Tom grabbed a glass and raised it, "Cheers." He said and took a swig of his glass, drinking until it was completely empty. Xavier and Sebastian chose their glasses and followed Tom's example without question.
Xavier smacked his lips; unsure if there was supposed to be a difference in taste. Sebastian had the same reaction and shrugged his shoulders.
"One of the glasses had Amortentia in it, which means that one of us will be feelings its effects soon." Tom said. "Harry's hair was used in the potion, so the drinker will have strong obsessions for him—if it worked that is. Knowing Potter, none of us might be under the spell of Amortentia. That would be hard to believe since I walked you through it step by step," he said to Harry, a jealous glare came from Xavier's direction. "But you never know with Harry."
Harry wanted to ask something, but everybody was already leaving to head to their afternoon classes. Sebastian walked ahead and Xavier waited for Tom. "Try to guess who's under you spell, Potter." Tom winked and went to his class with Sebastian.
Dragged by the arm, Harry was taken to History of Magic. Xavier had his arms linked with Harry's as they arrived and took a seat in the back. The blond rested his head on Harry's shoulder, resting his eyes, "This is a sleeping class," he said.
Harry then saw Professor Binns, the only ghost teacher at Hogwarts. Harry didn't know how long Binns had been dead, but it appeared that it was much longer than he had expected if he was even a ghost in this time.
Just as he was in the future, Professor Binns began to speak in a monotone that never failed to make Harry's head droop. Soon, he found himself resting his head over Xavier's already sleeping one, feeling the weight of Professor Binns words on his eyelids.
It's a strange feeling, to have a ghost pass through your body. And that was how Harry was awakened. Professor Binns had spotted Harry and Xavier fast asleep in his class and woke them up with the bitter cold of a ghost's transparency. Harry felt his body shiver all over and tingle with the feel of death. Xavier was shiver as well and wrapped his arms around Harry for warmth. Professor Binns gave them a stare and hovered back to the front of the class, teaching about the momentary alliance with the Giants in the early 19th century.
Some of the students continued to look behind them, watching Xavier play with Harry's hair, twirling it with a finger. Most of them quickly looked away while others continued to stare with much curiosity. Harry wasn't doing anything to stop Xavier and the students saw Xavier further with his advances. Their eyes followed Xavier's slender fingers move across Harry's chest, disappearing inside Harry's robe. Lower Xavier's hand went, so low that the students watching looked away, blushing a deep red.
It was at that point that Harry decided that Xavier had his fun and pulled the blonde's hand from inside his robes.
"I can't help it." Xavier whined, clawing cutely at Harry's robe.
"Did you take the potion? It worked?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." said Xavier and placed his hand on Harry's knee. "But if you're not complaining, then don't mind if I…" His hand slid higher up Harry's thigh, coming dangerously close to Harry's…
That feel of bitter cold returned and Professor Binns along with it. "Both of you stop that immediately! I'm deducting ten points each from Slytherin." Professor Binns scowled having been disrupted twice in the same lesson.
"But we were just expressing our love!" yelled Xavier, loud enough for the whole class to hear. "You can't punish us for doing that!"
"Silence, Mr. Malfoy! Another outburst and I'll keep you for detention!" threatened Professor Binns.
Harry saw Xavier cross his arms and was sure that the blond was going to keep quiet but, "You're just jealous of what we have!"
"Potter! Malfoy! Detention after class!" Professor Binns glowered at them and Harry immediately felt like sinking into the floor.
Harry and Xavier were forced to clean the desks and write an essay on why the alliance with the Giants failed. While they washed the desks, Harry could feel Xavier staring at him with his gray eyes, so much like his grandsons.
"Will you stop?" Harry said, scrubbing fiercely at an invisible stain.
"Stop what?" Xavier asked innocently.
"Watching me."
"I'm not watching you." Xavier said, using an invisible trail of dust as an excuse to get closer to Harry. "I'm merely gazing at you lustfully as your tush shakes back and forth with each wipe of the cloth you clench so tightly."
Harry realized that cloth was scrunched up in his hand without his noticing it. "Well…just stop it."
"Okay…"
They continued washing desks and the entire time Harry could feel Xavier's eyes still lingering on him until Professor Binns said it was okay for them to leave. He gave them a speech on the rules of public displays of affection. After another embarrassing moment, Harry was allowed to leave.
Harry made sure to stay a few steps ahead of Xavier so that the blond wouldn't try anything funny. Xavier followed closely, enjoying the view of Harry's behind as they walked downstairs back to their dorms. Harry hoped that Tom was there so that he could create an antidote for the Amortentia. Xavier was a nuisance before, but now, the blond was stopping at nothing to get closer to Harry.
Harry moved into a sort of trot as they neared the Slytherin dorms, wanting to get their quickly. He looked behind him, but didn't see Xavier anymore. Stopping where he stood, Harry saw the corridors empty and with Xavier no longer occupying them. Suddenly having a weird vibe, Harry said the password and walked up to his room.
Tom was there, lying on his side on his bed, Harry's Auror Training book open in front of him. He turned a page, seeming mildly interested. His dark eyes followed the letters of the page, taking in what was written.
Harry, forgetting about Xavier's absence for the moment, sat on Tom's bed. "Didn't think you would be interested in becoming an Auror."
"Oh? Why would you think that?" Tom responded casually, flipping another page and watching Harry out of the corner of his at the same time.
"You just don't seem like the type."
"You're right." Tom closed the book and tossed it aside. "Becoming an Auror won't seem like much of challenge for me. I would much rather stay here at Hogwarts. I was thinking of being the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher when Professor Merrythought retires and I graduate."
"Who?" Harry asked. "I thought Professor Sedo was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"
"Only for the seventh years. Merrythought didn't think she could handle teaching seventh year. She had said that her old age would make her students ill-prepared for the N.E.W.T.S. So the school's nurse, Ms. Sedo, took over Professor Merrythought's seventh year class. Only until she retires though and I'm hopefully made Professor."
Harry didn't know why Tom spoke so openly of his ambitions and future career. None of it sounded as if Tom was going to turn into the most powerful Dark Wizard to ever live. Tom sounded like a normal student at Hogwarts, learning and enjoying life.
"Where's Xavier?" Tom asked, barely noticing the silence.
"I'm not sure actually. But I think he took the Amortentia potion. Do you have a remedy? He's starting to get annoying."
"How do you know if Xavier took it?" Tom asked. "Do you even know how you can tell if someone is under the influence of a love potion?" Harry shook his head. "With most love potions, there are the common signs of constant affection, lusting, it can even go as far as obsession, depending on the strength of the love potion. Amortentia is the most powerful of all love potions and is also harder to track. If Xavier had drunk it, then he would still be here or wherever you are. The same goes for me or Sebastian.
"Love cannot be artificially made or even imitated. The feelings are enhanced by the effects of the potion to a point that can resemble love. Whether the person truly loves the maker of the potion is something only that person would know.
"Do you remember the aroma of the Amortentia potion when you smelled it?"
"Yeah, it smelled like vanilla to me." Harry recalled.
"It smells differently to every person. The Amortentia's aroma gives off the scent of the thing that attracts that person most."
"Vanilla doesn't attract me." Harry stated.
Tom smiled. "I'm sure there's a reason to why you're attracted to vanilla." He sat up next to Harry looking straight into Harry's eyes. "Is it your favorite flavor of ice cream?" Tom reached out and held the sides of Harry's robes, slowly pulling them off the wizard's shoulders. "A plant that you deeply admire?" Harry shivered under Tom's touch, but didn't stop him. Tom's pale hand held the bottom of Harry's chin, gently pulling their faces closer. "Or is it something on a subconscious level?"
Harry's lips trembled, wanting to speak and remain silent at the same time. Tom's lips were calm and experienced, looking more delicious than a room full of chocolate frogs, licorice wands, or fizzing whizbees.
The drawing kiss seemed inevitable, but something made Harry show Tom his cheek. It was his conscience, screaming out that Tom was only under the influence of a love potion; that Tom's wanting to kiss him was the result of the Amortentia he created.
But still, even when Tom kissed the side of Harry's cheek, Harry felt his face burn with a blush. Tom didn't want to settle for a simple peck on the cheek though; he continued to place small kisses until he reached Harry's mouth.
"It's the Amortentia, Tom…and…and I'm not gay." Harry tried to think of any reason to stop Tom, but even what he was saying seemed to forced and false.
'The Lover' card came to Harry's mind, having appeared twice in the same day. Harry was never a true believer of predestination or Fate, but just this one time, he decided to let Fate take her course.
Their lips touched and a symphony of emotion erupted from Harry. With his eyes closed, he could still see Tom, every detail about him perfectly etched into his mind. No more use in trying to deny it, no more remembering of the future. Harry only wanted to live at that moment with Tom, sharing that kiss for all eternity.
"I'm going to go look for Xavier." Tom said, but didn't move. It wasn't until Harry said "Alright" that Tom got up and left, leaving Harry to bask in the sensations left behind.
Even with Tom gone, his presence remained on Harry's lips. He touched them, trapped in a state of shock that made Harry believe that none of this could be real. The theory that this was all a dream or nightmare came back to Harry, seeming to be more reasonable than ever. There way no way that Tom would kiss Harry or that he dreamt of becoming a teacher. This couldn't be the past, things just didn't seem right.
"Harry? What are you doing in here all by yourself?" Sebastian entered the room holding a stack of books he just checked out from the library. "Are you alright? You look rotten." He set his books down and sat next to Harry who was still on Tom's bed.
"I'm alright. Just a little tired." said Harry, falling back on the softness of Tom's bed.
"Is that so?" Sebastian said with a strange tone in his voice. Suddenly, Sebastian was over Harry and had the wizard's arms pinned down on the bed. Sebastian had a strange grin on his face as Harry struggled to free himself. "I'm feeling spunky, Harry. Care to be naughty? My donger needs to be wanked, Harry, and you're the poofter that can give me a good rooting right now."
Harry didn't know what Sebastian said, but he got the gist of it. He could feel something pressing against his thigh and Sebastian leaned closer. The strength that held Harry down was surprising for someone like Sebastian, but Harry managed to flip both of them over so that Harry was now on top.
"You can be on top of you want." said Sebastian. "Just don't be too rough." He smiled.
Harry let go of Sebastian and quickly got away from the bed. His hand gripped tightly on the wand hidden in his pocket. Sebastian, however, didn't hide his and came after Harry.
"Expelliarmus!" The wand shot out of Sebastian's hand and flew across the room.
Ignoring the fact that he no longer had magical aid, Sebastian continued to advance, a strange hunger lurking in his eyes.
Harry hadn't the heart to attack someone who had been nothing but kind to him. The many jinxes that swirled in Harry's mind went ignored and Harry took a step back with each step Sebastian took forward. Harry's wand was pointed at Sebastian, but the Australian wizard didn't seem to take it as any threat.
The space between them was quickly closing, Sebastian lessening the gap. He brought his face closer and held Harry's head with his hands. Then, pressed his lips against Harry's. His tongue brushed against Harry's mouth as Sebastian licked his lips tantalizingly.
With them being so close, Harry was able to smell Sebastian's breath on his face as the Australian kissed down his neck. The aroma wasn't overwhelming, but it was distinct. It had the familiar scent of vanilla.
"Sebastian, we have to make the antidote!" Harry pushed Sebastian off only to have the wizard return and cling on tighter.
"Sebastian? Harry?" Xavier walked into the scene of Harry being cornered by Sebastian and about to subjugate him into a lip lock.
Tom appeared beside the blond, his arms crossed and nostrils flared. When Harry saw them, he thought that he was saved; that Tom would think that he was trying to steal Sebastian away and then stop anything from happening.
"Hold him down, Sebastian." A malicious smile took form on Tom's mouth as he removed his robes and treaded closer.
Yay! Finally, some Tom and Harryness! And some Harry and Sebastianess….and Xavierness…okay, maybe he's a man whore? I just love the Amortentia potion! It gives me an excuse to release teenage hormones out onto Harry and don't you just love doing that? Please review and a new chapter might appear!
