Chapter 12

Tom woke up the next morning feel the most at peace with himself he had ever felt. Harry, was with him for everything, not just the magic, or the politics but with him personally. And it was time that he returned that regard. He wasn't sure how, but he would do it. In the mean time life went on, and despite not doing the ritual last night they would soon awaken the sexual magic within themselves. Tom knew he had both the easier and more challenging role. He would spread the Kiss, awakening the sexual magic within his previous lovers and they would give it to their own lovers spreading the Kiss like a disease until it would affect both their generation and the generation before them which hadn't had a couple invest the time in doing the ritual.

Despite the ease at which Harry and himself were going through the rituals, each ritual required a tremendous amount of magic. The text from which he had learned about the rituals had recommended doing the rituals only on days of power. And depending on the magic the wielder possessed that was either four or eight days a year. Their particularly strong magic and its resonance with each other's was the exception, definitely not the rule.

He slowly got out of bed, showered, and dressed before casually taking his chair in the common room, waiting for lunch to be available. "Late night?" Nott asked from a sofa nearby, he was studiously working on his homework and looked like he had been there for a while. It was Tom's behavior that was anachronistic. He was generally an early riser.

"Yes, it was," Tom replied not an ounce of shame. He was quite sure Nott as well as his other roommates had noticed his very late arrival to the dorm room, 3 o'clock in the morning. Not that anyone from his dorm or Slytherin house as a whole would report him, since they weren't suicidal.

Yaxley cast a muffling charm almost unnoticeably. "Draco Malfoy announced to the house in general, with the unwitting help of you lover, that you were engaged. The announcement was actually quite warranted," Yaxley said, giving his general update anything interesting.

Tom casually ripped down the barrier, his magic seething, as he raised his voice to address the room at large. "It seems that while my focus has been on the movement, our movement, fulfilling our ideals, my grasp on the house has loosened. Loosened to the point that others feel they need to catch the slack, before one of you does something criminally stupid, "Tom practically hissed out. Most of the younger snakes shivered in unease. " It seems that the female members of the house have been distracting themselves from their studies with other peoples personal matters. Why don't we have a Proving?" Tom asked entirely rhetorically. Proving hadn't been something Tom had instituted for the Slytherin's but it had gone from a rare alternative to a duel to a test that compared you to a group in all areas of skill.

"Since the girls have been too involved in socializing, then let this test be of the skills they hold so high," Tom stated as he waved the fifth, sixth and seventh year girls to the center of the room. "Now, come one by one and tell me a secret that you have learned recently, or one that you have kept. If I haven't heard about it you will get a mark for this trial." He could see the winces as the girl's came over. Azalea Primcreek totally forgot to cast a silencing spell, so her secret of sleeping with her cousin was quite publically outed. Tom actually gave her a negative mark since not only had he known, but her lack of discretion was unforgiveable in a Slytherin. The girls dutifully went through the progression, only the more socially withdrawn girls telling secrets they had kept, which he generally hadn't known. He also didn't know quite a few of the fifth year girls secrets since they were about people too young for him to care. Pansy Parkinson also earned a negative mark by telling Tom something that was completely false. He didn't care if she hadn't known it was true, telling him a lie in any fashion was unacceptable.

The next test was a magical ability and creativity test. "Now Lady's. You are to prepare yourself for a ball, head to toe. Points available for style, creativity, and level of difficulty. The results of that test were quite varied. Many of the more social girls were able to create a good style but lacked in creativity and the quality of the transfiguration, making the cloth look common. Karena Yaxley, won the most points for transfiguring glass slippers with silver stars inside them to go with a wispy dress of black with crystals interwoven. She had also conjured very delicate jewelry showcase the magical talent she was well known for.

The next challenge was were Tom's anger truly bleed through. "The last challenge is transfigure an animal, and kill it as messily as you can." Even Draco shuddered at the image, all the ladies dressed for a party covered in blood. A few tried to refuse, but Tom wouldn't let them. Nobody took pictures, but it was the wizarding world, nobody had too. Tom finally smiled as the last fifth year killed the dog she had transfigured, tears in her eyes. It was quite unfortunate for the younger years that the only animals they could transfigure were the small and cute ones. Most of the older years had managed large mammals that had produced truly impressive amounts of blood. Yaxley had once again proven that she was the most talented by transfiguring a crocodile that managed only to splash the lower part of her dress.

The rest of the girls, young women, whatever they wanted to be called looked like either axe murders (not likely with the gown they were wearing) or the victims of a brutal murder. All of the Slytherin's in the know knew that this was Tom's kind warning of what would happen to any woman that tried to get between Harry and himself.

Of course, that was when Professor Snape decided to check on his very absent from lunch snakes. Tom Riddle had only swept the room with his eyes before smiling at the professor. "We had a very interesting Proving today, sir. You really should hear all the details." And in a way that was Tom Riddle at his cruelest and finest, setting Professor Snape on his stupid housemates.

"I heard you were torturing Slytherin's today," Harry told Tom as they once more headed down to the pitch.

Tom's smirk was quite cruel, as he replied, "Only psychologically." Harry's burst of laughter delighted him, his lover was no Light puppet but rather a worthy partner.

"Draco told me he caught word of a girl with an artificial impregnation potion meant for you. So, if anything, they deserved worse," Harry stated a jealous edge creeping into his voice.

Tom sighed, "Not in front of the firsties, Harry. Really. It needed to be age appropriate. Severus already had words with me, threatening that any crying firsties that showed up at his door were mine to calm down, without potions."

Harry raised an eyebrow, keeping barely suppressed giggles inside, "Tom, does that mean you're not good with crying children? I thought you claimed you were good with everyone." Tom's grimace finally brought Harry over the edge into peals of laughter.

Tom was quite happy to reach the broom shed and start preparing for the ritual. Despite all his skills at magic, Tom wasn't a particularly skilled flier on a broom. He had read about a high magic technique of flying without one but hadn't found any details on the process so far. Harry put on his chaps, boots, and robe leaving him deliciously exposed but still wrapped in Quidditch leather.

Tom had gone commando that morning so he had one less layer of fabric to loose, but he planned on wearing pant for this entire adventure. He trusted cushioning charms only so much. Trust Harry to have such an inconvenient fantasy, but he knew what they said about Quidditch players and their broomsticks. Therefore, not a word had passed his lips about the inconvenience, besides Harry still wore the snake bracelets and he had taken advantage of them a few times already.

Harry was positioned on the forward part of his broom waiting for him. Keeping Harry waiting was not how he planned for their lives to go, he immediately got into position. Harry took off slowly, Tom's hand around his waist could already feel him becoming half hard. Tom pulled Harry back until he was sitting in his lap, his own cock finally getting with the plan has Tom's confidence in Harry's flying despite arousal grew. "Do you always get hard while flying, my love? Is that why you fantasized about this?"

"Yes." Harry gasped tightening his grip on the broom making them go just a little bit faster, so he was pressed just a bit tighter against Tom.

"My little seeker, always going after a different golden snitch when he went for a ride," Tom growled as he slid a finger over Harry's hole, except his finger slid in easily. "My, my, already ready for me. Does your Quidditch team know talk about having flying sex fantasies, my love?"

"What?" was Harry's puzzled response, his mind completely preoccupied with his body rather than the oddly disconnected questions Tom was asking.

"You're so loose, did you …" Tom lost track of the rest of what he was trying to say as Harry took things into his own hands. He positioned Tom, and slide back on him, clenching down on the sudden intrusion. Tom almost came, but held back through an extraordinary amount of will power and his realization that Harry was controlling the pace with the height of his flying.

It was filled with short dives and slow climbs. The occasional tight turn gave an almost rotational affect. It was definitely the most out of control sex, Tom had ever had. The only thing he could do was hang on and ride it out. He had attempted to push forward off the stirrups of the broom, but they had picked up an uncomfortable amount of speed. Tom swore internally, this wall Harry's internal Gryffindor thrill seeking. It might be slightly sexy but he would have preferred being much closer to the ground.

Tom finally managed to start rotating his hips and biting Harry's neck which he knew he loved. And soon enough Harry came, tightening wonderfully around his cock bringing him over the edge.

"Down," Tom declared immediately. Harry lazily circled downward still enraptured with afterglow. Once Tom's feet touched the ground he sighed in relief. His lack of entrancement in the ritual had back lashed on him a bit and he was tremendously tired from the magical drain. "Never again," Tom declared, he didn't even normally like to get on brooms this was too out there.

"Really, Tom?" Harry asked, pouting. Tom looked away before getting adamantly defending his statement. Harry was just a bit too good at getting his way, but not this time.

"So, you really found that uncomfortable last night," Harry stated, his non sequitur comment filling the air with an awkwardness that hadn't been present between them before despite the newness of their relationship.

"Yes."

They were sitting on a transfigured sofa in one of their favorite abandoned classrooms. Harry was leaning back on the sofa with Tom covering him like a blanket, trying to keep every inch of skin in contact. "Is it because I was flying us?" Harry asked.

"No, it was the height in general. Brooms and I don't get along. I didn't mention it before since I didn't realize how uncomfortable it would be."

"At least you could perform," Harry teased. Tom immediately took a bite out of him, causing Harry to tense below him in desire.

"Relax. You make a fantastic pillow when your muscles aren't all stiff."

"Something else of mine is stiff."

Tom knew he should find the juvenile humor beneath him if not because of his age then because of his lineage and place in society. Nevertheless it amused him when Harry was crude, "Maybe. I can help you with that then." Tom proceeded to slither down Harry's body until he was in a nice position to mouth Harry's cock through his pants. Harry's hand made the trek down to burry itself in Tom's hair, but a quick hiss had Harry's arms restrained over the edge of the sofa.

"Tooom …" Harry complained, tugging at his arms. Tom was quite sure Harry was extraordinarily obsessed with his hair, particularly mussing it up.

Tom slowly peeled pants down, taking his sweet time. Harry's muffled groans as he turned into the sofa pillow to quite himself, only increasing Tom's pleasure at Harry's desperation. He gave the top of Harry's cock a lick, tasting the pre-cum, which only made more leak out. This wonderful situation was immediately cut short by Arcturus Black bursting into the classroom. He immediately attempted to say something before choking in surprise at their present dishabille.

Tom immediately stunned him, with parsel his wand not convenient to immediately deal with such a problem. A quick hiss released Harry who immediately started straightening his clothes. "He better have a bloody good reason for bursting in on us," Harry stated irritably, his arousal only faded a small amount making truly uncomfortable.

"I'm going to obliviate him," Tom declared, no one got to see his Harry like that but him.

Harry hummed in appreciation of the sentiment but immediately burst Tom's bubble, "But then he might forget why he burst in on us. And since you already want to curse him it would be better to get on explanation first. Besides how else are your minions going to learn not to burst in on us."

Tom growled angrily, but woke up the unfortunate Arcturus Black who looked to be quite bruised by his sudden fall. Arcturus woke up and immediately looked around the room, paling at the sight of Tom, Harry, and the sofa they had been on when he entered the room. "You will vow to never share the memory of this encounter with anyone, by pensive, legimency, or any other photographic method."

"Of course," Arcturus replied, swearing exactly that on his magic. He took immediate notice of the two methods of communications. Tom had not included, writing or speaking, and took the information to the logical conclusion that he wanted everyone else warned off. Arcturus firmly suspected that he would be the last person who would remember it. He took notice of Tom's hand twitching on his wand, and wondered how close he had come to being obliviated.

"You had something to report," Tom stated, his tone clearly indicating that it better be good.

Arcturus memory jolted away from the image of his leader giving his restrained lover a blowjob and get back on track before he was obliviated despite the vow. "Headmaster Dippet had a medical emergency of some sort. He collapsed and was immediately rushed to St. Mungo's. Dumbledore is soon going to take over as Acting-Headmaster."

"Fuck," was Harry's heartfelt reaction to the news. Tom's reaction must have been even more profane, but since it was in parseltongue was lost on the other two.

"We can deal with him temporarily, but he can't be confirmed in the position," Tom declared.

"Who would take his place?" Arcturus asked, replacing Binns hadn't been too much of a struggle, but the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was another matter.

"We need to finish the ritual," Harry stated. Arcturus was obviously clueless but Tom's surprise was a bit more surprising.

"Why?" Tom asked, completely ignoring Black and his ignorance.

"If it's finished before he's headmaster his response to a type of high magic spreading across the school might make Hogwarts reject his placement," Harry wasn't entirely sure if it would work but it might be their best hope.

"It also might make him look ridiculous in front of the board of governors as they assess him," Tom replied. He knew Dumbledore's perspective on High magic wasn't shared, and wasn't well known. What respectable pureblood wanted their children's range of powerful magic stifled? None.

"It's a long shot," Harry stated, "but might also take the shine of his reputation as a hero if Hogwarts rejects him."

Arcturus might not have known which High magic ritual they were undergoing, but he knew enough to know that it would raise the level of High magic in the school to recognizable levels by the wards. It was very interesting to see into the private side of their relationship, but there were other problems to deal with. "You need to gather a full meeting of the movement, Tom. They were working their way up to doing something very stupid and revealing."

Tom cursed one more and headed for the door, "Harry set up the room for the meeting. The teachers won't notice the traffic because they will be too warned about the Headmaster. His death or retirement is almost guaranteeing a new headmaster by the next school year. "Arcturus rushed after Tom, knowing he would be sent to alert the other houses while Tom whipped the Slytherin's into shape.