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Tom woke up and tightened his grip on his boy. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he realized that for once Marvolo wasn't laying on top of him, but he was wrapped around the younger teen. He tried to unwrap himself but his boy complained with a moan and snuggled closer. A chuckle left his lips as he surrendered and let his arms stay wrapped around the brunet. Staring at the closed eyes, he remembered the conversation from yesterday. Finally, he had a clue to who his boy was. 'A murder like that will be in the newspaper... if Marvolo doesn't try to prevent it first,' he smirked, 'and he will.'
"Morning," the youngster mumbled while blinking. Tom couldn't help himself and kissed the sleepyhead. "Hn, morning breath..." Marvolo mumbled and the Head Boy chuckled.
"No, kissing then," he answered and like expected his boy whined in disapproval.
"Kiss, kiss..." he mumbled and Tom indulged him. Sighing in content the brunet snuggled closer and was sleeping again within the minute. The black haired teen chuckle and kissed the brown locks again. He stayed like that for half an hour where after he woke up his boy for a second time.
"Come on, we need to get ready for breakfast," he said while untangling himself from the other. Slowly Marvolo followed his example and crawled out of bed. Dazed he looked around, moved to his trunk and tripped over the sheet that hung around him. Tom chuckled and waited on him at the door. His boy scrambled up and hobbled towards him. Together they descended to the common room and made their way to the Prefects' bathroom. Getting ready took twenty minutes where after Abraxas joined them for breakfast. The blond was telling them all the rumours that were floating around about Dumbledore's replacement, when the morning mail flew in. Tom blinked surprised as a letter fell on his plate. His surprise disappeared when he recognized Spave's handwriting.
"From who is it?" Marvolo asked curious and brown eyes turned to him.
"Spave," the Head Boy answered and took in the disapproving look his boy got.
"What does he want?" he mumbled more to himself. Tom wasn't in the mood to answer, so didn't, which the brunet understood.
"Arte Spave?" Abraxas asked interested and the future Dark Lord shot him a glare. "The politician?" The blond moved his attention to Marvolo. The youngster rolled his eyes and mumbled a yes. That seemed to please Malfoy and he returned to his breakfast. The brunet gave him an odd look before shaking his head. "Well, I'll leave you two to your meals," the blond unexpectedly stood up and two boys suddenly appeared behind them. "See you later." And he departed.
"It's been a while since I've seen him with his followers," Marvolo mumbled watching Abraxas walked out of the Great Hall. Tom just shrugged not really interested. "I guess he's over it." Now that got his attention.
"What do you mean?" he asked aiming his brown eyes at his boy. The youngster skilfully avoided them.
"Well, you know... the thing with his parents."
"That went like planned," Tom smirked and finally, the eyes looked at him, widening.
"You should undo it."
"They are more useful this way."
"But you can't keep controlling them, they have a right to think for themselves." The future Dark Lord frowned at those words. Marvolo was giving out too much details in public.
"This isn't the time to discuss this," he said with a warning glare. The youngster seemed to realize where they were and quickly nodded. Blue eyes glanced left and right but Tom knew nobody was paying any attention to them.
"You should still release them," the brunet mumbled before getting up. "Come on, we need to get our stuff or we'll be late for class." The Head Boy gave him a risen eyebrow and serenely continued eating his toast. Marvolo rolled his eyes and sat back down. With the bread in his stomach, Tom stood up and walked out of the Hall. A smile played on his lips as the brunet followed him as a good boy. It turned him on when his boy played obedient. Once in the corridor, he grabbed his boy's hand and slipped his fingers between those of the other. Hand in hand they entered the Slytherin's common room and the older teen continued pulling the other to their room. He ignored the way the youngster waved to his friends and entered the Head Boy's quarters. Once inside he pushed the other against the closed door and claimed his lips. Marvolo moaned into his mouth and his leg found itself in between those of the youngster. Taking a breath of air, Tom descended to the inviting neck and sucked on the skin. "Tom-oh, hn-we'll be-ah-late," the brunet panted and with a last lick the black haired teen released his skin. Brown eyes took at the hickey he had made and smiled approvingly.
"Let's go then," he announced like he hadn't just ravished the other and detached himself. He picked up the things he needed for Astronomy and turned back to the door. Marvolo hadn't moved an inch. "If you keep standing there, we'll be late," he said innocently and his boy playfully glared at him.
"And whose fault do you think that is!" The youngster huffed, blushing and got into motion. He grabbed his stuff and skipped past the door Tom was holding open for him. In the common room, the brunet immediately walked to his friends and the Head Boy could only smirk eying the very visible hickey. He kissed his boy goodbye when they left the Slytherin's house as they were running late because of their little intermezzo and made his way to the Astronomy Tower.
-THTH-
Just in time Harry made it to his class with Ignatius and Alex. They were the last ones to enter but their usual seats were being guarded by the other Slytherins. "We might have had to run, but clearly it was worth it," Ignatius chuckled while they took their seats and the brunet shot him a confused look. Parkinson pointed to his own neck and Harry just blinked before it dawned to him. His hand clasped on his neck, hiding the hickey successfully.
"I... Tom...euh," he tried to explain looking everywhere but at the two Slytherins beside him. Ignatius couldn't contain his laugh and got a reprimand from their professor. Even Alex had a smile on his lips. Harry suspected that partly came because of the dominance Tom had shown on their way to their room. The Crabbe did have a kind of weird adoration for his Lord. 'Probably why he got the guarding job,' Harry mustered as he glanced at the serious Slytherin. 'I wonder what went wrong to get such a dumb grandchild? Okay, maybe Crabbe isn't that dumb, he did pass every year, but still the difference is striking.' His mind raced while he popped his collar up. He really wanted to charm his neck, but with their talking the professor was keeping an eye on them. He would have to wait till after class and then retreat to the bathroom. The moment the bell rang he gathered his things, jumped up and ran outside. A little frustrated he realized Tom wasn't present yet and glared at the empty corridor.
"Are you that desperate to see your boyfriend again?" Ignatius teased him when he joined him. Harry sent a glare his way and saw two Ravenclaw girls leave the classroom. Normally he wouldn't pay them any attention, but with them staring at his neck and giggling like mad it was hard not to. Embarrassed, he hid the hickey again with his hand and glared back into the corridor. Like expected the future Dark Lord was walking his way. Half a smile appeared on Harry's lips as he saw how everyone made place for him as he walked by with grace. Not being able to stand still any longer, the brunet strode towards him.
"Tom!" he kissed the surprised black haired teen, clutched their hands together and pulled him to the closest boy's bathroom. Once inside he glared all the other occupiers outside – it helped that Tom was standing behind him and inspected his neck in the mirror. The Head Boy watched in amusement as he let out a whine. "It's even redder than before!" The blue eyes slid from the hickey to the other's reflection and noticed him getting closer. An arm got wrapped around him and lips got pressed against the infuriating hickey.
"I like it," the black haired teen whispered in his ear and a shiver went down Harry's spine.
"Well, you don't have to go around with girls giggling at you," he playfully glared while stretching his neck a little more. Tom greedily made use of the gained access and planted butterfly kisses around the hickey. The brunet bit his lip to contain his moan, smirking the Head Boy released his hold on him, making him pout at the loss. Sighing he aimed his wand at his neck and said a glamour charm. He inspected his work in the mirror and smiled happily. "Le-..."
"Riddle!" An angry yell came while the door got thrown open. Surprised Harry turned around to see Perry Weasley standing in the doorway. "It's not because you're Head Boy, you can kick everyone out of a public bathroom, because you want to make out with your boyfriend!" he hissed venomously. Tom's expression turned into an icy one and he stepped protectively before Harry, who frowned at his behaviour.
"I fail to see how that's any of your business," he answered monotone. The Gryffindor looked like he wanted to attack the Slytherin Head Boy and his brother was the only thing stopping him. Septimus removed his hand from Perry's shoulder and stepped inside the bathroom.
"Whatever you were doing in here, it's clear you're done. Would you be so kind to leave?" It was almost a demand, but to the brunet's surprise the future Dark Lord smirked.
"It seems you're still the most sensible Weasley." Perry shot at him but Tom had already unarmed him before he could reach him. Septimus looked worried at his brother, who had only become angrier.
"I should...!" he threatened and his brother pushed him back.
"What's going on here?!" A voice interrupted and Harry watched how the two Weasleys made room for another Gryffindor. Tom tensed as his attention moved to the newcomer and the brunet looked curious at him.
"Nothing you should concern yourself with, Potter!" Blue eyes widened to their maximum.
'It can't be...!' Taking in the appearance of the Gryffindor, he was almost certain. The black hair, the brown eyes, that face,... everything looked familiar.
"Still the same, aren't you Riddle?" Potter mocked while setting himself before the two Weasley.
"The same can be said about you – still Dumbledore's pet?" Harry's eyes moved from one to the other.
'What's going on between those two?' he wondered watching how Tom rose his wand in threat. The Gryffindor followed his example and the tension between the two turned for the worst. 'Wait, they aren't really going to fight, are they?' The brunet panicked a little. The smallest tightening in Tom's cheeks told him the future Dark Lord stood ready to throw the first spell. "Tom!" he called but the Head Boy didn't react. Moving forward, he could see the brown eyes had again that insane look. 'This is just like with Walburga!' Panicking he grabbed the other's hand and felt himself being thrown backwards. Painfully his back made contact with a sink and he slumped down on the cold tiles. Looking up he met the startled brown eyes of the Slytherin Head Boy, with underneath them the wand still aimed in his direction. Glancing at the Gryffindors, the only one who wasn't surprised was Potter, but his look changed when Tom came back to his positives.
"Marvolo!" he said with a raised voice and quickly dropped down next to him.
"My back..." Harry mumbled as the future Dark Lord looked a little lost at him. The black haired teen nodded and pulled him forward, supported him with one arm while the other waved the wand over his back. Feeling the pain ebb away, Harry dared to look up again and met the disbelieving eyes of his relative. Once healed, Tom pulled him up again and turned back to the Gryffindors with his arm wrapped around the youngster's waist.
"We'll continue this dispute some other time," he said compromising and the Potter nodded looking a little uncertain at Harry. Tom quickly pushed him past the Gryffindors, but the brunet couldn't help but look back at the other Potter and met his eyes. Even with the Weasleys demanding his attention his relative kept looking at him with a searching look. "Stop looking at him!" Tom tightened his hold on his waist and he turned to the Slytherin Head Boy.
"Who is that?!" he didn't care that he sounded pushy, not even when the brown eyes narrowed in his direction.
"Harold Potter, Dumbledore's pet," Tom added with a sneer.
"Why haven't I seen him before?" The eyes got a warning expression. "You almost tried to kill the guy, I want to know why!" Harry kept pushing.
"He has been absent since before your arrival."
"Why?" Now the eyes looked annoyed.
"What's with all these questions?"
"I'm curious about the person, who could get such a rise out of you," the brunet tried to explain. 'I want to know why he can get such a rise out of you!' Tom rolled his eyes.
"I'm certain you can find the answer yourself."
"What?! Come on, tell me!" The black haired teen didn't response. He pulled him to his next class where Ignatius and Alex were waiting on them. They immediately straightened when they noticed their Lord's mood. Tom didn't acknowledged them, instead he gave the brunet a stiff kiss and strode away leaving a wake of frightened students.
"What happened?" Ignatius asked and Harry turned to him.
"Who's Harold Potter?" Both guards widened their eyes.
"He's back?" Alex asked and Parkinson was also looking that attentive at him, he knew he wasn't going to get an answer if he didn't gave one first.
"Yes, we just had an encounter with him..." Both got a panicking look. "What has happened between those two?!" Harry demanded and the looks turned doubtful.
"I guess it would make sense that our Lord hasn't talked about him," Alex mumbled and Ignatius nodded.
"Potter is Dumbledore's favourite and like his eyes under the students."
'I didn't know Dumbledore had such connections with my family,' Harry frowned. "Why was he gone from Hogwarts?"
"Grindelwald attacked his hometown. The Potter's mansion had been wiped from the surface of the earth, only Harold survived as he was at Hogwarts." Blue eyes looked shocked at him.
'My family...'
"Dumbledore feared for his life and hid him these last couple of months," Alex continued Ignatius' explanation.
"Then why is he back!" 'He should stay in hiding!' Harry felt panic burble in his gut.
"Dumbledore must think he isn't in danger anymore or..."
"Or?" The brunet demanded Crabbe to continue.
"...he wants him to keep an eye on our Lord." That made Harry frown.
'Is Dumbledore intentionally putting my grandfather in danger!' As Harold was the only living Potter left - there was no doubt - he was his grandfather. "He has interfered with Tom a lot, hasn't he?" he asked and the two other nodded with a look in their eyes that told him enough. Slughorn made an end to their conversation by arriving, announcing the start of the class.
-THTH-
"Where are we going?" Marvolo asked as Tom headed on another staircase. That the other didn't mentioning their earlier meeting with Harold, seemed to do wonders for the black haired teen's mood. He glanced at his boy and smirked. Feeling a shock going through the wood underneath his feet, he signalled the other to speed up. The moment the brunet stood on the first two steps, the staircase moved. Tom watched with interest how his boy fell towards the hand-rail and grabbed at it, desperately. It was not like he would let him fall but it was fun to watch the youngster struggle. The staircase stopped with another shock and he smirked as Marvolo rose with dignity. He stepped forward and took in the corridor before him. "Why are we on the third floor?" The brunet stopped behind him.
"Riddle!" Like Tom expected the Head Girl appeared from inside the closest room. "There you are," the stock girl walked over to them and eyed the youngster behind her colleague. "Why is he here?"
"He's with me," Tom answered and the girl narrowed her eyes.
"We're on official business. He shouldn't be here." The Head Boy gave her one demanding look that made her shrink a little and she turned around without another word.
"Tom, isn't she right? If this is Head Boy business, I shouldn't be here," Marvolo said a little unsure.
"We're just checking the floor for three first years, nothing dangerous," the Head Boy shrugged while following the Head Girl.
"Three first years? What are they doing here?" A dark eyebrow rose in surprise as Tom half turned to his boy.
"Haven't you heard what the second years have been saying to the first's."
"The second years?" Shaking his head the older teen fully turned to the other.
"They have been feeding them stories about a hidden treasure on the third floor."
"Hidden treasure? And they believed that?" Tom shrugged.
"They aren't the most intelligent."
"Riddle, are you coming?" The Head Girl asked standing before the classroom she had exited earlier and the Head Boy turned to her.
"We're coming." Marvolo frowned at him, but he ignored it. He let the girl lead them corner after corner and his boy's looks turned for the worst.
"Why is she leading?" The brunet suddenly asked when they had fallen behind a little.
"She takes the job seriously," the black haired teen shrugged.
"And you don't?"
"Let's say I rather push you into an empty classroom." The youngster blushed on cue and Tom smirked.
"Answer the question, Tom."
"At the start of the year we've made an arrangement." An eyebrow rose in disbelieve. "In this situation for example, she does the searching and I do the punishment." Blue eyes widened at that.
"Are you going to hurt them?"
"Depends."
"On what?!" Marvolo was starting to sound a little hysterical and the girl in front of them glared backwards. "And why is she aloud to do things like that?" Now Tom frowned at the boy and stopped both of them.
"Like what?" The brunet glared at him while the girl before them was moving away from them. "She's so... disrespectful," he said, clearly not entirely happy with his choice of word.
"She's Head Girl. She has to demand respect." Again the blue orbs sent a glare his way.
"Shouldn't she... respect you?" Now Tom understood and shook his head with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Are you jealous, Marvolo?" he asked teasingly and his boy's eyes widened again while his cheeks coloured.
"What, no! Why should I be?" Angry, he turned away from the older teen. "Who is she anyway?" Again a smile tugged at Tom's lips due to the jealous undertone of his boy.
"Alexis Zambian."
"Never heard of her," came the quick response and the smile broke through. A yell alert them the Head Girl had found the three first years in one of the nearby classroom. Immediately, Tom walked over to them, only glancing backwards one time to see that his boy was following, still with his angry expression. Once he reached the four Slytherins, his partner turned around and left without giving Marvolo even one sign of recognition when she passed him. Looking inside the classroom he noted the three first years looking around for an escape route. He didn't recognized them and their disrespect told him, they really needed to learn their place. Without the slightest hesitation, he pointed his wand at them.
"Crucio." And the three yelled in agony.
"Tom! Stop!" His boy pulled his arm down and Tom looked at him shocked. Anger was the second emotion that took hold of him and he pulled his arm free before pointing it at his boy.
"Petrificus Totalus!" The word left his lips before he realized it. As he watched the youngster fall down with surprise plastered all over his face, he suddenly felt so good. 'He won't stop me!' Brown eyes turned to the three shivering figures in the classroom. An evil smile slowly appeared on his face and he rose his wand again. The hexes spilled from his lips and it felt so good. He hadn't realized he had been missing this feeling so much. After five minutes he stopped and signed with his wand for the first years to get up. "Go to our house and don't ever break the rules again," the three nodded and helped each other up. Tom turned to his boy and mumbled a Rennervate. Marvolo took in a deep breath and raised his upper body. He exchanged looks with the three first years, who were moving past him before turning to the Head Boy with the scariest glare he could muster. "What? I didn't kill them," the black haired teen retorted and pulled the youngster up. Angry, Marvolo tugged himself free and walked back to the staircase without a glance at the other. Tom followed him with a curious glint in his eye.
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