All for those who have put up with me until now... love you all 3333333
Harry could feel his heart jump around in his chest like a mad Easter bunny while the evil manipulating Dark Lord kissed him for the second time that day. Personally, he was in paradise. That Dark Lord had a wicked tongue usually but now it was just…wow. With a slight and unsuspected push in Tom's chest the Dark Lord fell onto his back and Harry took the moment to crawl up and straddle his lap while leaning over the stunned (but appreciative) older man. With a teasing crooked smile he let his long hair fall down on either side of their faces before he bent down to kiss the man again.
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He really didn't mind having that little beauty crawling around on top of him so he only raised his hands and pulled the young man closer. A strange sound however made them break up and a blushing Harry looked down at his stomach.
"Oh shut it, Daddy's busy," the boy muttered as he fell off him and lay on his side; the sentence made a chuckle escape him as he sat up swiftly.
"Hmm, hungry?" he asked softly and brushed away the dark hair from the teens face.
"Always. You were stupid enough to get caught in a prank before I could eat anything," his Angel told him with a smirk and he smiled softly (some of the students had fainted actually) before he got up from the floor.
"Then let's get you some food shall we? Oh and those wards…" he asked and looked around at the still shimmering force field around them.
"What about them?" Harry asked and took his hand to be pulled up from the cold floor.
"When will they fall?"
"When people don't want to murder us for different reasons," the simple answer came as the teen brushed off his robe.
"You do know that is my favorite robe don't you?" he shot at the boy who gave him a dazzling smile.
"Why else would I take it?" Came the answer before the teen started to make his way into the hall, dragging him after him by the hand. Giving a snort he shook his head but followed the hungry teen into the hall and up to the table. A small smirk appeared on his face when he saw how Harry tried to straighten out his long hair with his fingers. It was rather unruly after their… unsuspected quality time. Still with his smirk in place he sat down in his usual chair but pulled Harry into his lap. Looking slightly stunned for a moment Harry stared at him before he gave him a peck on the cheek and turned to the food.
"So what was all that about?" the teen asked as he licked some chocolate off his finger before taking a small bite of the cake on their plate. Holding back a groan he closed his eyes for a moment before he answered.
"Hmm I do believe you have made me go soft my Precious," he said and moved to take the chocolate away from the young man.
"Hey that's my cake!"
"You shouldn't' have it before actual dinner my love," he whispered in the closes ear and he felt Harry freeze.
"You have made something impossible Harry, again that is. You have made me feel all these crazy things that I can't even name. What have you possessed me with you little demon?"
"Oh please, like you don't like it…" came the answer before suddenly a cup of water was dipped over his head and Harry shot from his lap laughing.
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Knowing exactly what the Dark Lord meant Harry thought it best not to embarrass him further by making him saying it straight out. Instead he took a water cup and dumped it over the rather handsome Dark Lord before he danced out of reach.
"How have you managed to survive this long? Or even become a Dark Lord?" he questioned teasingly as he leaned on a chair that stood alone close by.
"I'll show you a Dark Lord," Voldemort muttered as he took another cup of water. With a squeak Harry ran around the table with a laugh.
"No! That's not fair at all!" he cried out and hid behind Snape who had the misfortune to be closest.
"Dark Lord's aren't fair," Tom called back before most of the water hit Snape but some landed on him. Slowly he stepped out from behind the grumpy (and useless shield) Professor to come face to face with the Dark Lord. Slowly he stepped closer to him, looking up at him under his eye lashes and got up on his toes. Precisely as he hoped Tom took a hold of him and claimed his lips yet again in a passionate kiss that made them stumble a few steps back into the Hufflepuff table. Carefully he let one of his hands stay on Tom's chest while the other searched the table behind him slowly. Someone who was very helpful handed him what he was hoping for. A plate full with cake topped with a massive mountain of whipped cream. Carefully he pulled away from the kiss with a groan of disappointment.
"You know what Tom… Neither do I," and with that he threw the cake into the Dark Lord's puzzled face. He then took the moment when the stunned silence stretched out over the hall to escape the stiff grip Tom had on his and run around the table.
"That… will cost you," Tom hissed as he wiped the whipped cream of his face.
"Bring it on," he answered with a smirk as Tom started to chase after him.
"Now that you two finally hooked up I'll have to go," a voice said from the double doors when Tom had finally caught him and held him high in the air. Both of them stopped suddenly and turned to Kelly who already had her bag packed lying at her feet. Waves of sadness rolled over him but he only gave a sad smile to his sister.
"It was fun having you here sis," he said and leaned his back against Tom's chest after having been put down on the floor again.
"Anything for you bro… and we'll have a rematch when my Godson is out of there," Kelly smiled with a pointed look at his swelling abdomen. A laugh ripped from his throat and with an aching heart he saw Kelly smile, turn and walk away with her bag thrown over her shoulder. He hadn't even noticed the single tear that escaped his eye until Tom wiped it away.
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Harry twisted in his big bed before he threw the sheets away and sat up even more annoyed. It was too bloody empty! With a snarl he crawled out of the bed and made his way out from his rooms. Then he opened the door and stepped into Tom's bedroom. When he entered Nagini who lay in the bed with Tom looked up at him.
"Young Master! Young Master should be resting too make the snakeling healthy and strong. Nagini can make young master sleep safely…" the snake hissed at him as she slowly started to make her way down from the bed and over to him.
"My lady can't you go and find Lionel for me please? I think he escaped down to the chamber again," he said and with a nod he watched the female snake slither out through the open door that he closed behind her. He took a moment to stop and look at the sleeping person in the bed. Tom's hair fell out of his face and it looked less stressed in his sleep. He looked almost peaceful. After a moment he stepped closer to the bed and crawled inside.
"Bella…"
"Still not her," he whispered with a soft smile on his face as the blood red eyes snapped open to stare at him.
"Harry what are you doing here?" Tom asked and moved up on his elbows.
"I got so used to Kelly that I can't sleep on my own…" he whispered and looked away. This would be the part where Tom laughed cruelly and threw him out.
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Voldemort didn't answer the teen but pulled him down and into his arms. After a moment his little lover relaxed and moved closer into a more comfortable position.
"Tom…" the soft voice said and he hummed a response. "Thank you for caring."
"My pleasure," he answered and smiled when Harry's small hands laid themselves on his chest.
"It's nice to be taken care off for once," Harry said around a yawn. "I agree. For once I totally agree," he said and kissed the young man's forehead.
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Harry sat at the table in the history classroom and looked out the window. Binns was going on and on and on about something and he couldn't bring himself to caring. That was when he thought he caught a familiar cloaked person on the grounds but he just cocked his head. He had wanted nothing to do with him since… that time.
"Master is strange today… what did it master?" Lionel hissed from his shoulder and he turned slightly to look at the lethal snake.
"I just miss Kelly. It's never boring with her here," he answered and turned back to the window.
"You wait Master, Lionel will find you some entertainment," Lionel hissed before he moved away and left him alone.
"Harry, are you even listening?" Hermione hissed at his side and nudged him in the side with her elbow.
"Does it look like I'm listening?" he hissed back with a soft glare before he turned back to the window in a wish to be left in peace. No such luck.
"Harry this is important! You really should listen…"
"Shut up Hermione!" he snarled without even looking at her.
"What's wrong with you mate?!" Ron asked from the seat behind him as Hermione only stared at him with wide eyes.
"What's wrong? My best friend just left and I miss her that's what wrong your idiot!" he snapped as he stood up, getting ready to leave.
"I thought I was you're best friend," Ron said, his face going red in anger.
"Oh yeah you think so? What's my favorite food? What's my favorite video game? Why the hell did I learn how to pole dance, huh?" He asked and he could feel a almost desperate need for someone who knew him. Who knew what he needed without him saying anything. Then a pair of slightly chilled arms pulled him against a slightly chilled chest.
"How about you and I take a stroll down to the kitchens and get you a nice warm pizza? There is no need to throw a temper tantrum. I'm sure Kelly will call you soon, Precious," Tom said to him and he could feel himself slowly relaxing slightly as he nodded.
"Can I have pineapple on mine? And shrimps?" he asked to distract himself from the looks everyone was giving him.
"Of course," Tom said with a smile as he started to lead him out of the room. As he was almost out of the door his phone started to ring.
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"Hello?… Hey Kelly! Yeah it's totally dull here…" Hermione felt a stabbing feeling in her heart as she watched the boy she had loved like a little brother leave the room under the protective arm of the Dark Lord. They were apparently not good enough friends to him. And that… that... Bitch had been. That Bitch who was vulgar and stupid and loud and certainly not sane. Why did he pick her over them? Hadn't they been through enough together to prove themselves? What did they do wrong?
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They sat at the table in the kitchen and it was a comfortable silence over them.
"How did you know that I was in History?" Harry asked after a moment. Tom looked up with an odd expression before eh answered.
"You mean beside the fact that your magic was slipping out and pulsating in the whole castle?" the Dark Lord asked with a crooked smile.
"Yeah well that is a daily occurrence in this castle these days…" Harry muttered back and took a piece of his pizza.
"But not like you wanted to blow someone up. Are you stressed?" he asked his young lover and tipped his head to the side. A treat he had picked up from Harry no doubt.
"…Yeah. I have an appointment with Lucius later today. Hopefully he won't nag about more food today," Harry muttered and took a snip of his juice.
"Well you are unhealthy thin not that I don't understand of course…" he said when Harry looked up at his with a strange look in his eyes.
"Yes, how are your dear guests faring now?" Harry asked and suddenly looked interested.
"Same old same old. But I wonder what I shall do with Vicky," for some strange reason Harry started to giggle. When he gave him a "what?" look his lover answered.
"That's what Ron used to call him when he was jealous of him spending time with Hermione."
"You know me, I'm a possessive man."
"Don't forget jealous and hard working," Harry answered with a small smirk.
"You're one to talk."
They both fell in silence for a moment. Then there was the sound off an alarm going off high above them.
"Is there never a peaceful lunch around here?" he asked as they stood and Harry laughed.
"Not that I can remember."
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Draco Malfoy was calmly sitting and having lunch with his friends when the doors opened and both his parents entered. By now the students had become used to odd or important people coming to their school (usually around their meal time oddly enough) so they didn't pay much attention to the beautiful couple that entered the hall. Hell Draco didn't even pay attention to the door enough to notice his own parents enter. Nor did he notice how they made their way up to the Head table and sat down. A moment later however people started looking up since the air was shifting with power. There came Harry, under the protective arm of Lord Voldemort. A soft smile spread over his face as he watched how Harry got on his toes, pulled the Dark Lords head down and whispered something in his ear. A smirk came over the Dark Lord's face before he whispered something back. A wonderful smile spread over Harry's face before he kissed the Dark Lord's cheek and jumped off into their direction.
"Hey guys! I'll just sit with you today," was all the black haired boy said before he fell down into his lap and started to pick on his food.
"Harry, what are you doing?" he asked, not even bothering to be stunned. When one gets to know a person who keeps surprising you like Harry did you learned to expect the unexpected.
"There is no seat left and it would be stupid if everyone on this bench had to move so I could have a seat… and like this I already would have a finished plate," came the answer as Harry leaned over and stole a piece of chicken from Pansy's plate.
"Hey! I was going to eat that!" the girl exclaimed.
"You can have our mashed potatoes, never liked that anyway," Harry said happily and brushed it off his plate onto Pansy's plate who looked slightly disgusted, slightly amused and slightly surprised.
"Harry I like mashed potatoes…" he tried to argue his food back but Harry only gave him a odd look.
"Why? It's disgusting! Ish. No, you and I will be having French fries whether you like it or not mister!" Harry answered as he was piling French fries onto their plate. Accepting defeat he only shook his head and started to eat the food around Harry who happily was talking away about their stupid rivalry.
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Bella was worried about her baby. She had overheard some students about the episode in history (of course she had scared the (poor) Ravenclaws into telling her everything) and hadn't caught a sight of her baby boy anywhere since. Of course she had heard how her Lord had come and they escaped but that would never calm a mother down about her beautiful boy. Then she was pulled from her worry momentarily when her sister sat down next to her.
"Bellatrix." Narcissa said with her normal tone and started to eat her food slowly.
"Narcissa, what are you doing here?" she asked and straightened up. At her side Rodolphus rolled his eyes at her.
"Apparently my husband has to check up on a paranoid slut who got pregnant. Who is that little whore sitting in my son's lap?!" Bella followed her sister's eyes and found an almost platinum blond head sitting in the middle of the table, with Harry in his lap, eating happily. Then she realized what her sister had said and she saw red. When she slapped her sister across the face she felt a sense of satisfaction settle over her. She put her hands on the table and leaned on it as she hissed.
"What did you just call my son?!"
Narcissa's eyes went wide in shock as she stared at her and raised one hand to hold over her slapped cheek.
"You have no son Bella!" Narcissa exclaimed.
"You are just jealous that your son never could be anything compared to mine! My Dark Prince is already famous, rich and awaiting the most powerful heir together with my Lord! What have…" then she sensed the slight shifting in the air that always came with the power that her beloved Prince held and immediately she turned around in her chair and stood up. There he was coming. Looking slightly worried as if he sensed the tense atmosphere between the sisters.
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"Darling! Why aren't you eating your lunch? Are they being mean too you?" Trixie started asking immediately and brushed his long hair away from his face.
"No not at all Trixie. Crabbe just wouldn't give me his pancakes and since today is the Headmaster's official pancake day…" he explained with a half smirk, half smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"That loony old man has pancakes everyday," she answered with a smirk of her own before she kissed his forehead.
"I know… Rodolphus can we go to Hogsmeade after classes? I need some new clothes since mine for some strange reason are starting to get to small…" at the end he raised his voice slightly and threw a pointed look over at Tom who called back.
"You are not taking my clothes!" A small smirk spread over Harry's face and Trixie smiled before she turned to her husband to make sure he accepted.
"Of course, I'll bring Rabastan as well," came the answer and before anyone really caught on what happened Harry had hugged them both.
"Lucius can we have my appointment in my free period at two o'clock? Pretty please?" Harry then asked and Lucius looked up at them without bothering himself about Narciassa's glare.
"Whatever my Prince wishes," came the answer and Harry kissed his cheek in thanks but before he was able to go and kiss his lover and stealing some pancakes he suddenly felt Tom's magic act up. Like how it was when he usually wanted to kill him. Slightly terrified why his beloved would feel like that he spun around and saw Tom standing behind him with his back to him…holding Mrs. Malfoy by the neck.
"What were you just doing Mrs. Malfoy?" Tom growled deep in the back of his throat and Harry felt a shiver go down his spine.
"Tom what are you doing?" he asked and looked between them carefully.
"I did promise I would protect you no matter what and this one…" Tom growled and slightly startled he took a step so he ended up behind the Dark Lord. Rather safe then sorry.
"Narcissa, what were you going to do to my darling?!" Bellatrix hissed out and Harry thought for the first time that he didn't know when she looked ready to kill…until now.
"I was going to slap that whore silly my Lord. He has wrapped you all around his little greedy finger!" the blonde woman exclaimed and he saw how the grip on her throat got tighter. Bella's expression darkened and an even more insane look in her eyes appeared.
"Please my Lord, please. This is a family matter; let me deal with it," she begged and it wasn't until now that Harry realized just how much he must mean to her.
"Let us deal with her my Lord" Lucius said suddenly and stood up together with Rodolphus and Rabastan. Since apparently every person in this family wanted to deal with the problem themselves Harry decided that the Dark Lord's decision might need a little help. So he hugged Tom closely from behind and buried his face into Tom's back.
"Tom I want pancakes," he said strongly and when he felt the slight confusion wave from Tom's mind he had to force the soft smile back.
"Dumbledore has them," Tom growled and again shills went down Harry's back. Annoyed that his plan of cravings didn't work he tipped his head to the side, caught Bella's eyes and gave her a wink. Then he released his grip on Tom enough so he could walk around him.
"Tooom, don't growl like that," he hissed in parseltongue as he slowly pressed himself up against the Dark Lord who's Adams apple was moving up and down in a interesting speed.
"Why shouldn't I?" Tom questioned but didn't easy up on the grip.
"Because you're making my knees shaking…" He could feel the almighty Dark Lord freeze next to him before his proud head snapped down to stare at him.
"Oh don't look so stunned. Of course you are attractive standing tall and protecting like that with all that power cracking around you… hissing like that," carefully he pulled his eyes and took a few small steps away.
"But then again I'm getting fat and you obviously have other things to do…" he was uninterestedly piling up pancakes on a plate when suddenly arms grabbed him and pulled him against the now familiar chest. There was also a small annoyed growl in his ear that he didn't mind all that much either.
"You deal with her Bella, I have more important things to deal with today. Rodolphus, you'll have that shopping tomorrow…" and as Tom spoke he fished him up without a warning and started to walk away with long steps.
"Luci! We'll have that thing tomorrow, right?" he called back over Tom's shoulder with a small laugh and sneaked his arms around the strong neck to hold himself steadily.
"No calling for other men when you're in my arms," Tom growled, jealous, this time and he couldn't help the laugh that came from his throat.
"Why I would never do something as silly… you know that Tom," he whispered and pulled himself closer to press a soft kiss on the chill neck where he then rested his head.
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Harry smiled down at Tom who sat still at the couch and watched him move.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked softly.
"Surprise surprise," was the short answer as he slipped into his own room with a single smile back at the Dark Lord. His lips were still tender and red after Tom had ravished them as soon as he sat them down on the couch. After suffocating the small giggle that almost escaped his lips he almost threw himself across the room and started pulling out books in the hunt for a book he had gotten the Dark Lord when he was in Japan. When he finally found it and turned around and hurried to give it to Tom. When he did he was slightly disappointed when man turned it over and looked at the back side and turned it back again.
"What is it?" the man finally asked and he sat down next to Tom, who now flipped the pages.
"It contains rare and unknown ways of torture. I was hoping you would like it but…"
"This is really interesting…" Tom finally said as he started to examine the pages more carefully.
"You think?" he asked and damned the hope that was in his voice.
"Yes, I'll never look at a potato the same way ever again…"
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When he sat down at the Gryffindor table for the first time in weeks it seemed that the Gryffindors didn't know how to act at first. With a soft smile from Neville Harry only smiled back and started to pile food on his plate.
"Hey Harry, I noticed that Lestrange is acting rather different then before… what happened?" Neville asked and slightly surprised by the question he looked up at the other boy who's parents had been tortured to insanity by the witch.
"That's because I realised how wonderful my little boy is!!" came the slightly insane giggle from his adoptive mother from behind him just before her bony arms hugged him from behind.
"Hey Trixie," he got out and gave a quick look around to see how the Gryffindors would react to having a mad death eater at their table. Well, perhaps she did deserve the death glare…
"Are you eating enough? You have to eat so that tiny little heir will grow strong and handsome! Of course a child from you and my Lord will look more handsome then that nephew of mine…" around them a few giggles broke out when they realised she was talking about Draco Malfoy.
"I'm eating…" he tried to say but she only gave him a strict look.
"Nevie, darling can you pretty please make sure my darling baby boy eats?" Bella asked Neville who frowned deeply.
"Why should I do as you ask? You made my parents insane!" Neville asked in a low but steady voice and Harry couldn't help but to close his eyes in defeat. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"I made many insane… I killed my own cousin even, why would your parents be any more important then any of them?" she asked and Harry held his breath.
"Trixie!" he called out and turned to glare at her.
"What? Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" she asked and suddenly she wasn't the cocky insany witch but a woman on the verge of panic.
"Tom is angry! It hurt's! Make him stop!" He moaned out with a hint of fake pain and immediately she was running away to deal with the not angry at all Dark Lord.
"Sorry Nev, I..."
"It wasn't your fault Harry, no problem." Neville said and Harry sent the other boy a small smile. A small glance over his shoulder and he caught the annoyed glare Tom was giving him as Bellatrix hung over his shoulder. When the mail arrived Harry was as stunned as everyone else when a beautiful hawk flew down in front of him with a bouquet of the most stunning blood red roses he had ever seen. With slightly shaking fingers he removed the roses from the hawk and found a small card.
"For you and I are past our dancing days," he whispered the words and then realised that he was breathless. A wide smiled spread over his lips and he looked up at the Head table where everyone was observing him. But he only had eyes for the eyes as red as the roses in his arms that looked like he was not sure. Could it be that the Dark Lord was anxious about this. Careful not to hurt the roses he stood up and walked over to the head table with soft steps.
"Harry, who sent you those marvellous flowers?" Dumbledore asked as he came closer and the smile widened again.
"Someone you'd never believe would quote Shakespeare," he answered slowly before he stopped, leaned over the table and kissed the Dark Lord softly. Relief flowed through their odd bound and he couldn't help the knowing smile as he walked away. Leaving the Dark Lord to ignore the stunned stares he received.
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"Potter! What are you doing here?" Snape shouted at him as soon as the human bat entered the dungeon. Harry who was talking to Draco looked up surprised.
"Er...I was going to attend this class professor…" he answered confused to just him being there was a problem for the not so charming professor.
"And have me killed for letting you close to dangerous fumes and idiots that could blow this whole room apart?! I don't think so! Leave and I'll deal with you later," Snape said and stared down at him over his hooked nose. Not really daring to disobey the angry (and angsty?) Professor he gathered his things and left, still under the watchful eyes of Snape. When the door was slammed shut behind him he just stood there for a moment.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he asked himself before a wonderful idea struck him.
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Dinner was boring. Voldemort had to sit next to Dumbledore again and listen to him talking about candy (again) when suddenly the room was quieting down. Surprised he followed everyone's eyes and looked up. There was a midnight black phoenix flying around the hall. Looking for something. Then the bird suddenly dived down and laded in front of him. Shocked that this magnificent bird even was this close to him it took him amoment to notice the note around it's feet. Together with a package. Carefully he started with the note.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other word would smell as sweet." There was no signature. He didn't need one. Wondering what his love had sent him he opened the pacage and found a single beautiful black rose lying in the box on a bed of blood red satin.
"Tom dear boy do you have a secret admirer?" Albus asked at his side and a small smirk appeared over his face.
"Nope, just a foolish Gryffindor," he answered and sent a secret smile over to the shining emeralds that was eatching him. A smile was returned before the beauty turned back to that odd blonde Ravenclaw he had been talking too.