Chapter Ten: Drunken Hearts

They had left him, he was alone in the dark bedroom by himself and feeling heart ache, 'I am just their toy…and now I'm useless to them. Of course I shouldn't have expected them to stay with me, they'll not come back until the week is up,' Harry thought as he curled into the bed that smelled like Tom and Lucius, he paused as he thought about the fact they had actually left him here.

When he heard the door open a few hours later he did not bother moving but jerked and fell off the bed when some one touched him. Looking up he saw Tom watching him. Blinking he tilted his head; if they were going to treat him like a pet then he was not going to bother talking to them. Getting a glass of some deep golden liquid held out to him he blinked down at it before his nose caught the scent of whiskey.

"Narcissa says you can't have any more potions today and I thought you might still be in pain," Tom explained as he set the glass down on the side table. He sat on the bed and offered a hand to the teen to help him up; when Harry just stared at him he dropped his hand, "Are you alright?"

"Why are you here?" Harry asked before mentally smacking himself. He had not wanted to talk to him but the simple fact he had brought him something for the pain was messing with his mind.

"To check on you, besides this is still my bedroom, well mine, Lucius's and yours," Tom said easily he saw tears come to those green eyes and felt like he had been slapped. 'How is it possible I made him cry with that sentence – uh what if he doesn't want to share a room with us?' his thoughts went from shock to worry as he stared at the teen. Finally he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Looking up Harry blinked and wiped his eyes with his hands "Sorry," he knew crying most likely destroyed the only part of himself he found attractive. His eyes would be all splotchy now and he was afraid Tom would suddenly change his mind. That is when an arm wrapped around his waist and he was pulled on to the bed he fell against Tom's chest before getting released, "Wha?"

"You've had a long day," Tom's voice came out in almost a whisper before he handed the teen the whiskey, "Drink that, I'll leave the bottle with you just in case," standing he left the bottle on the table and left the room.

Harry drank the whiskey slowly for hours, he had yet to finish the first glass and was getting upset again Tom and Lucius had not returned. They actually did not come back at all for two full days. He kept count using the fact they sent a house elf in with meals. He ignored the food and simply drank more of the whiskey, sometimes rum that would be sent with the meal, the bottle was empty.

So on the third night when Tom thought Harry might be able to talk without crying, him and Lucius came back to the room and found Harry sitting staring blankly at the wall before giggling, "Tom you got him drunk!" Lucius said smacking the other man's arm and moving over to Harry whose eyes widened at seeing them.

"'Ello, is the week up already? I counted-ed," pausing the drunk teen shook his head and said, "I was counting, counter, er…It's only been two days I think," he said his words slurring together.

"Three," Tom said as he came over. The fact Harry thought the week being up was why they were there unnerved both of the men, "Harry why do you think we're keeping you?"

Harry giggled as he spoke next, "I'm a toy," giggling again he fell flat on his back and sighed as he snuggled to the blanket, "See I learned my place."

Tom felt his breath catch at that and Lucius just stared at the teen in shock; they had spent the last few days deciding that Harry was more then just a toy for them. Tom wanted to come out and let his followers know about both his lovers; Lucius his Dark Prince and Harry their Green eyed Prince. Lucius loved Tom and Harry as much as Tom loved him and Harry. They wondered how Harry could not feel the love they held for him during their lovemaking. He was too beautiful, powerful, and sweet not to fall in love with.

"No," Tom said sharply making Harry jerk back and blink at him in a cute but drunken manner, "You are not our toy! Damn it I love you, you stupid fool."

Blinking Harry was about to say something but the alcohol buzz that had been in his head for hours was slowly going away as a blackness claimed him and as he went to respond his eyes rolled back and he collapsed almost falling off the bed. Lucius caught the teen close and settled him gently in the bed laughing slightly which earned him a glare from Tom.

"Oh come on you tell him you love him and he blacks out. I handled the news better!" Lucius laughed. Covering his mouth he tried to regain the Malfoy dignity, "I mean come on when you said you loved me I had just been crucioed half a dozen times by you."

"Yeah well…I took you having a son badly," Tom said shrugging as if not sorry in the least when in reality he had apologized profusely. He remembered that day he had been with Lucius for almost a year as lovers and neither had claimed to love the other, the next thing he knew he was heart broken as Lucius told them they needed to 'slow things down for a bit as he was going to be a father' then the next thing he did was crucio him and then yell at him, 'How could you do this to me I love you' which had Lucius smiling like a loon, "I did technically apologize after you told me it was through a potion."

"Your apology left me unable to get out of bed for three days as I felt like my spine was broken in half," Lucius chuckled, he had been practically fucked into the mattress, wall, floor, shower wall, and couch before they had stopped.

They had almost forgotten about Harry but he rolled over and snuggled to the blond man's lap mumbling about "Puppies." Which sent the two men into peels of laughter; a drunken Harry Potter was an amusing one.