Harry's P.O.V
Why, oh, why did Tom tell Snape what I said about him?
The man hasn't stopped smirking at me since breakfast in the Great hall this morning, and I know it's going to get even worse. We have Potions class with the Slytherins this afternoon. If Malfoy finds out, I'll never hear the end of it.
But perhaps I could ask (demand) Tom to threaten Snape just a tiny, tiny bit...
"Already done, love", Tom said via the link and I relaxed. Well, that's one problem taken care of. Now if I could get Tom to ask (demand) Snape to stop smirking at me...
"I can try, but we both know that the day when Snape stops smirking will never come."
I snorted, which got Aiden's attention.
"What?" He asked and smiled knowingly. He knew that whenever I laughed, or snorted, for no particular reason, Tom had something to do with it.
"Tom and I were wondering if there would ever be a day when Snape would stop smirking." I said and snickered.
"That's highly unlikely", said Aidan with a snort.
We both quieted down as we entered the Potions classroom. I could see Snape smirking at me. This is going to be a long day...
-o-
Severus Snape's P.O.V
This is the best day of my life
-o-
Christmas holidays were just around the corner, and Harry had signed up on the list to go home. Of course he wasn't going to spend the holidays at Privet Drive, but with Tom.
Tom had been surprisingly cheerful about the fact that Harry was coming to stay with him for a few weeks, and amused Harry by telling him how scared the Death Eaters were when they were summoned by a smiling Dark Lord.
Aiden was happy to go home as well, and to get rid of the disguise. He had missed his brother a lot and couldn't wait to tell him everything he'd been through during his time at Hogwarts.
"You're acting like a hyperactive child", said Harry whilst they were packing.
"Pot, kettle", was all Aiden said in response. Harry was sulking for the rest of the day.
Unlike Dumbledore, McGonagall didn't insist that Harry should remain in the castle during the holidays. Instead, she wished both him and Aiden a merry Christmas before she shooed them both of her new office.
(McGonagall had been appointed Headmistress of the school after Dumbledore's imprisonment .)
"Aren't you leaving soon?" Tom whined, though he would forever deny it.
"Calm down, we're boarding the train soon", said Harry with a smile, while secretly loving the way Tom acted. He'd never have someone that longed for him, the Dursleys surely never had.
"The first thing I'm going to do when you get here is kiss you senseless. And then I'm going to kiss you some more."
Harry sputtered and almost tripped over his own feet, but Aiden managed to keep him upright. The teasing smile on his face was enough for Harry to blush like a tomato.
"Stop it!"
"Why should I? Are you blushing Harry?"
"...no."
"I think you're lying, Harry."
"Am not!"
"Liar, liar, pants on fire."
"...I can't believe you just said that. Where did you hear that?"
"Nowhere."
"I think you're lying, Tom."
"Am not!"
-o-
Tom was true to his word. The second Harry entered the Manor, Tom grabbed him and kissed him senseless. Harry was certain he was flying, he felt weightless. He loved the way Tom's tongue moved against his own.
It felt like hours had gone by, when it probably had been a few minutes, before Tom slowly ended the kiss.
"Feeling senseless yet?" He asked with a smug smile.
Harry tilted his head to the side and pretended to think about it.
"Hmm, no, not yet. You must be doing a bad job."
Tom growled and pushed him up against the nearest wall and claimed his lips again. Harry could do nothing but respond, he loved riling Tom up.