Chapter Nine

*Explicit Sexual Content*

When Binns was finally exorcised it was nine o'clock on Saturday morning and Tom was unfortunately on the second floor when he heard the screaming coming from the direction of the history of magic classroom. Hearing the little girl, probably a first year, scream forced Tom to go, she could have been hurt and it wouldn't be good for keeping his role of Head Boy. Tom entered the classroom after Professor Sprout and saw little Minnie McGonnogall, a first year Gryffindor crying out and in tears. Professor Sprout pulled her into a hug but Tom could still make out the girls mumbled words. "I didn't ... mean to ... I just wanted him to go ... away. I didn't know I could ... actually do it. He was ... just ... not helping with my homework."

Tom could have laughed, but little Minnie actually believed it. If only magic worked that way then Binns would have been gotten rid of a long time ago. "Ms. McGonnogall, you didn't get rid of Professor Binns. It must have been something else," Tom stated.

Only for Dumbledore to interrupt him, having just entered the room, " I believe that must be correct. Ghosts are pretty hardy, my girl, you couldn't have done it." Tom knew this pointed statement was aimed at him but Dumbledore would get rid of his initial suspicion since the ritual circle couldn't be constructed quickly. "Professor Sprout, might you get the headmaster? He will need to know immediately to arrange another history of magic professor." Professor Sprout didn't seem pleased with being sent off like a student to find the Headmaster.

As she was leaving Professor Snape entered the classroom, at a swift pace. Tom immediately gave him the details, not wanting Dumbledore to obscure them casting doubt on Tom with his 'eccentricity'. "Minnie here," Tom teased trying to get something other than a sob out of the girl, "came to see Professor Binns about her homework. After aggravating her for a time he suddenly disappeared, and didn't respond when he was called. I suspect an excorsism of some sort."
Snape nodded, prowled around the desk only to discover the ritual circle. "Well this certainly came out of a book in the restricted section. Its too complex for anything but higher middle magic or low high magic. This was certainly not designed by anyone but a master," Tom went over to have a look despite being familiar, since he was known to be curious about any magic he didn't know. He was also quite interested to see how Lovegood had done with the runes. They were perfect, a bit oddly angled but that probably aligned with her magic.

By the time Headmaster Dippet arrived, Tom and Snape had sketched out a copy of the circle, while Dumbledore had prowled around waving his wand. Tom knew through experience that the deputy headmaster was casting aura revealing spells, and psychometry including spell to try and determine the culprit. Despite Dumbledore's preference to be seen as odd, he was quite accomplished at magic. Tom didn't even attempt to ignore that fact, defeating a Dark Lord was by no means child's play.

Dumbledore immediately tried to take control of the situation, "Headmaster, the school had been attacked. Binns has been exorcised, an unconsciousable shortening of our teaching staff."

Dippet sighed at him, "I would have hoped you knew better than that Dumbledore. For Binns to have been exorcised then Hogwarts itself must have approved it. It is our own poor custodianship of the school that has caused this, because obviously hogwarts believed he didn't belong teaching here." Tom was a bit impressed, as a whole Dippet was very elderly but this was the first sign of wisdom and greater knowledge that he had seen.

"Hogwarts itself?" Dumbledore questioned, "But buildings with sentience are old wives tales."

Tom snorted at this, while Snape sneered. Dippet scolded Dumbledore once more, "This is false. And you should already know that as deputy headmaster. Unless your so busy running off about politics to listen for the school. Even our knowledgable Head Boy knows of the phenomenon." Dippet looked at him inquiringly.

"My boyfriend, Harry Potter, told me that building have sentience. I haven't see proof and am a bit skeptical, but he is absolutely convinced. There must be some reason for that," Tom explained.

Snape's mouth narrowed as he nodded, "Yes, Potter would know that for sure. Potter Manor saved his life when he was eight." Tom was quite curious, but reckoned that he should get the story of Harry later.

Professor Dumbledore on the other hand was not inclined to be left curious. "Pleas explain, Severus. I'm sure it will be an enlightening story for all of us."
Snape frowned, "I would have thought you had known. The Potter's were members of your Order of the Phoenix. They were attacked at the manor many years before Grindlewald's defeat, his forces engaged Lily in battle while others snuck into the manor, searching for something. Well they found Harry awoken by the commotion, he was hit by the backlash of a cutting curse and hid in a closet to escape. But he offered his blood to the manor, his assailant walk right past the door without noticing it. Lily was frantic by the time reinforcements arrived, so she could check for Harry. But the obscureation ward came down just as she checked that hallway for him." Tom wondered for a moment at how knowledgeable Snape was about the Potter family before he recalled the friendship between Snape and Lily. For all he knew Snape had been part of those reinforcements, he knew that Snape had helped defend England from Grindlewald and had received an Order of Merlin Second Class.

"Ah, that event," Albus said. "I didn't hear about Harry's close call. I remember the attack well, it was the first direct attack on an order member."
"Well, then," Dippet stated, "we should check with Madam Pince to see who has learned about exorcism lately. Not that they should be punished, but rather to thank them for listening more closely to Lady Hogwarts them we have." Dumbledore looked completely nonplussed, but that might have had to do with the fact he was the one that needed to find the next professor if Dippet couldn't.

After a quick trek to the library, leaving Ms. McGonnogall to her own ends, they enquired to Madam Pince. She quickly looked at the sketch of the ritual circle and pulled up all the check out record of the three books in the restricted section. "The last people to check out a book on exorcism are," Madam Pince announced, "Hermione Granger, Professor Snape, and Gilderoy Lockhart. Other than that the books haven't been checked out all year." Tom couldn't believe their luck.

"Well it wasn't me," Professor Snape declared," or I would have taken credit for getting rid of Binns. I was hoping to find something that could deal with Peeves."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Ah, Peeves. Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without our little troublemaker." Tom definitely heard Snape murmur something about Dumbledore's ridiculous softness toward troublemakers. "I know Hermione Granger wouldn't have done something like this without asking for permission. She probably just wanted to know about the topic. As for Mr. Lockhart, I don't recall him."

Tom coughed, attracting attention. "Lockhart couldn't accomplish this kind of magic even if he tried to learn it for months. Besides he's a fifth year who hasn't taken Runes, who is obsessed with cosmetic charms."

"Well the," Dippet said, "Another mystery to add to Hogwarts legend. I need to look for a new History Professor." And then he toddled off, looking his age. Dumbledore looked completely upset with this resolution, his desire to know all the little and big mysteries at Hogwarts was quite well known.

The completion of Binns exorcism lead to there most urgent task, finding and ensuring their choice was hired. Many of the conspirators both minimally involved and deeply wanted to give their input. It had gotten so bad that Harry had recommended that people owl Tom with their candidates with an explanation of why they would be suitable. Tom was sorting through them with Harry in the Sltyherin common room as the rest of common room pretended not to be interested. Harry's presence had not been remarked upon, as it should be. Harry was now publicaly acknowledged as being in a relationship, a serious relationship, with a Slytherin. It had been one of the rules that Tom had enforced once he had become king. Future spouses should not feel uncomfortable in their partners house, since being in Slytherin was like being part of a family. The familial bent of Slytherin house had come from its head, as was appropriate. Severus Snape looked out for each of his snakes, particularly up to third year, after that the strict bed times, study groups, and extra tutoring slacked off and instead he watched for the psychotic breaks that came from exams.

Slytherin house had never been better. There was a reason why Slytherin had been winning the house cup, and it wasn't just favoritism. Tom sighed as he sorted another recommendation for Bathilda Bagshot, the author of the History of Magic text book. "I don't know why they would want her, she's practically as old as Binns, and she wrote our epic, uninteresting textbook. Why would she be any better in a school? She still wouldn't be able to tell the juicy gossip, since it would be unsuitable for children."

Harry who had been watching the Slytherins in boredom watched money change hands as bets on who would be kicked out of consideration first after they had seen how many people had been nominated for the post, over fifty people. It was ridiculous. "That might be the way to go about this Tom, find someone young to get people interested. And probably a Ravenclaw to subdue any suspicions of his placement being a set up."

Tom considered, young, a follower of the Olde Ways, from an Old family, a supporter and a Ravenclaw. The answer leaped out at him, Barty Crouch Jr. He had already helped them with the details of the exorcism, and he fit the criteria. He was also unemployed much to the disgust of his Head Auror father. This would be something perfect for all of the. "Barty Crouch, " he declared, looking through the piles, he had even been given a few nominations.

Harry tilted his head sideways questioningly, not sure who that was. He leaned forward and twisted around to whisper in Tom's ear, practically ending up in his lap. "Is that the guy who did the research for ... our project."

"Yes, exactly."

"So, how do we get him appointed?" Harry asked.

Draco Malfoy smirked from his position on a nearby sofa, "You have him send in an application and leave it to me. With a bit of reasoning I will get my father, who is on the board of governors to get him in."

"Yes, Draco," Harry teased, "we all know your father is on the board. You couldn't shut up about it for the first three years of school."

"Shut up, Harry," Draco responded snottily," its useful this time." Harry just laughed. He could tell that others wanted to join in, but it wouldn't have been appropriate with the balance of power in Slytherin.

Barty Crouch had been easily persuaded to apply, and even easier to appoint with Lucius Malfoy saying how a younger perspective was needed after Binns. And soon enough Harry's only worries were about the upcoming Slytherin pre-break party, and the sex ritual they would be doing in public. He had acquired a Gryffindor girl's uniform by asking the house elves for one. He hadn't asked beyond that where it came from because he really didn't want to know. He blissfully convinced himself to believe it was a uniform someone had forgotten years before. He was quite sure that wasn't the case, and hoped none of his clothes had been peremptorily borrowed without him knowing about it.

Harry was waiting in Tom's room for him, the clothes spread out before him. He slowly undressed, waiting for Tom to possess him in a way that had little to do with sex. He only noticed Tom's presence when he ran his hand down Harry's back. "Hello, love," he murmured into Harry's hair as he hugged him from behind looking at the uniform spread on the bed. He silently picked up the skirt, zipped it open and then kneeled at Harry's feet with it spread open. Harry stepped into it, hand resting in Tom's hair. Tom slowly slid it up Harry's legs, before closing it gently. He did the same with the knee sock's and mary jane heels. Harry had previously spelled his hair long, so he looked appropriately girl-like except for his raging hard on and his bare chest. Slowly standing Tom pulled the shirt up both Harry's arms before walking in front of him to button it slowly. He then pulled the Gryffindor tie around Harry's neck and tied it from behind to get it correctly. Tom then spelled Harry's hair out of its tangled mess calming it into waves. He slowly brushed it back into a ponytail that he had seen many of the girls around the school wear. Tom didn't put any makeup on Harry, because not only did he not have any but it would take him too far away from himself.
With a self-satisfied smile on his face, Tom pulled Harry across his lap, ass in the air. Harry gasped with surprise, he already knew what was going to happen but it felt so intimate and embarrassing, wearing the skirt without underwear or more accurately panties had made him very aware of the folds of fabric. Now, his hard on was forced against him as he was spread open on Tom's lap on his bed, his heavier breathing rushing into the comforter.

Tom took it slowly, drawing gasp after gasp out of Harry until felt like he was going to come. The fingers inside him scissoring gently as Tom added more lubricant. When he finally added the plug Harry was so ready to clench down on something inside him. And then the piece de-resistance was Tom once more kneeling at his feet white panties in hand. Harry couldn't take it anymore, "Tom! Tom, I need to come."

Tom smirked and replied, "I wasn't planning on it." He lifted Harry's skirt and sucked him down so quickly and so startling that he came at once. Tom licked up the excess from his lips and lifted the panties up Harry's legs. "Now your ready."

Harry wasn't sure how his presence dressed as a girl was taken because he was too focused on walking on heels clutching Tom's arm and the plug deliciously ridding his prostate. He was so lucky that the panties helped contain his cock or the whole room would know that he was turned on. Once they were seated Draco immediately came over. "I didn't recognize you at first, Harry. I couldn't fathom Tom taking anyone else to this party, but the way you looked from behind and how you clutched his arm."

"Does that mean you admit to staring at my ass?" Harry asked despite his embarrassment.

"No, of course not, it was just instinct," Draco replied hastily.

Harry laughed, "So, you admit it. And of course I was clutching Tom, do you know how difficult it is to walk in high heels. Girls torture themselves." Draco laughed, and asked Tom something. Harry could barely focus on what was happening around him, already picturing what would happen later. He missed both the astonished looks as well as the lustful. It was soon common knowledge around the room that this was payback for Tom's expose in the Tower. Exactly as they had expected.

The music was soon pounding around them, with the couches pushed to the side and the writing dancers in the center. Tom pulled him up at some point, and held him close grinding their erections together, the most tormenting type of foreplay, especially as Tom's hand on Harry's ass put pressure on the plug he couldn't get his mind off. The crowd around them wasn't oblivious to his arousal, since by now the panties had lost the war of keeping his cock contained. But the crowd itself was aroused in general, boys and girls wearing little to nothing rubbing up against each other, sweat dripping off their bodies as the base vibrated the stone around them, held in only by multiple silencing charms.

Tom finally decided everyone else was drunk enough or otherwise distracted enough to continue. "This is it love, were going to sit down with you perched in my lap as you bounce to the music on my cock, with no one the wiser." Harry knew he was going to come quickly, he had been aroused for over an hour. Tom easily used his wand to vanish both Harry's panties and the plug, before sitting down. Harry was so concerned with no one noting the state of his undress, he missed tom opening his pants and getting his own cock out. So, as Harry sat down Tom guided his hips so his cock immediately went into Harry's gaping hole, that was just begging to be filled.

"Tom," Harry gasped loudly, but it went unnoticed due to the pounding music.

"Just ride the beat, Harry," Tom said as he bounced his knees bouncing Harry as well. Harry couldn't stop his neck from arching back as he was filled even deeper, or at least it felt that way. "Look at the crowd watching you, Harry. They are seeing you at one of your most intimate of moments, but they don't even know it. How you look filled with my cock is a piece of art these people don't deserve to know. But I need to show them that your mine, even if they never know the difference. Just like you need to know I will treasure you, care for you, and pleasure you with all my soul."

"Yes, Tom. I'm yours, your mine." Harry gasped right before he came unable to stop himself, clenching down as hard as he could after he regained minimal control of himself. Tom chuckled, tipped his drink into Harry's lap and came himself. Harry was so distracted by the cold liquid seeping through his skirt, he didn't notice until the wet feeling inside hime made itself known as Tom pulled out as he lifted Harry to reach his wand to cast a cleaning spell. It cleaned both liquids easily, two birds with one stone, sneaky Slytherin. But as Harry sat down again, Tom spelled both plug and panties back in and on him. The night definitely wasn't over yet, though the magic had been satisfied, they hadn't been yet.

The next morning the potions dealers were making galleons hand over fist. Of course all potions dealers had to be approved by Snape for quality of potions offered and the options for sale. No class 4 love potions breaking engagements and ending in teenage pregnancy with Professor Snape in charge. In return they received space to brew and the occasional bit of extra instruction. It had been the Weasley twins biggest secret at Hogwarts, at least from the masses, that they had been approved. It had helped them make tremendous strides in their business development, Harry might have gotten the twins a loan from his father in the name of pranks. Their might have been a bit of kow-towing involved after Harry had introduced his father properly as a Maurader.

Padma Patil seemed to be selling her entire collection of hang over droughts as everyone going home for the spring vacation stumbled down to breakfast. Harry was sure more than half of them hadn't slept last night, but then the train ride did take 7 hours, a ridiculous travel time for magical society but they suffered in the name of slow immersion o whatever the board of governors called it. it pretty much just meant that it was tradition. Harry could understand a long ride to Hogwarts at the beginning of the years so the first years could make friends, but the rest of the time was over-exaggerated.

Draco made his way over to Harry immediately after he picked up his draught from Theo Nott, downing it with a grimace. Harry sighed as Draco sat down at the table ignoring that it was in fact the Gryffindor table, it was lucky that Ron hadn't made it to breakfast yet, their feud was ridiculous and noisy, particularly for early in the morning. "So, little minx," Draco said, "I have to ask, I wasn't seeing things when I saw you come on the sofa at the party last night."

Seamus spewed milk out of his mouth and nose, the nosy git. "What makes you say that Draco?" Harry asked lightly.

"Experience," was Draco's flat reply, not willing to be put off.

"You might have seen something, then," Harry admitted not exactly ashamed but a bit embarrassed. "Just a little game, like my outfit."

Seamus cracked up as Dean leaned forward an asked," Is it true you were dressed up in a girl's uniform." Of course they would ask questions the moment they had on opportunity, invites to Slytherin parties for non-Slytherins were quite scarce and generally only for significant others.

AN: Sorry for the long wait, I gave you a longer chapter in exchange. My computer died, so I needed to wait for my new one to arrive before I could type up the next installment. I know I'm weird, I hand write my chapters.