Hello my Faithful (I'm really happy you are, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this)
I'm sorry for the Extreme lateness, "excuses" at the bottom.
Baskets of cookies and Thank You-cards to ALL of my reviewers. (And previous A/Ns tells you how much I like cookies so I don't give them away all that often, I'd rather keep them all to myself )
Thanks also to DarQuing for the editing. Further Thank Yous at the bottom.
I won't keep you any longer.. :)
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Saturday morning after the meeting with the Initiates, Harry was eating breakfast with Ginny as usual. The pair was sitting opposite of Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. As expected, students were not so discreetly watching them and whispers were heard. Harry found this not different than any other year, and he had to admit, it was better than last year's rumours, whispers and stares. Most of them also threw an occasional glance at Draco who was a master at ignoring them.
When the hooting of hundreds of owls came from the ceiling, Harry looked up as usual, but didn't expect anything. He saw a proud looking brown owl landing over at Draco. The blonde took the package before sending the animal on it's merry way again. To many people's surprise, the same owl then came flying over to Harry. With a raised eyebrow Harry took the small package attached to its leg. He gave the owl a piece of his bacon, who gave him a appreciative hoot before leaving the Great Hall again.
Ron and Hermione looked at him with questioning expressions while Ginny just kept on eating. She had also recognised the owl Narcissa had shown them.
"Are you going to open it?" Hermione urged him. Harry did so and started laughing when he saw the contents.
"What is it?" Ginny asked him.
"Remember the care-packages Draco has received every week the last few years?" he asked and the others nodded. "Well, it's Narcissa who sends them, and she sent me one too, with Muggle candy, " he explained and held up a Mars bar. In the small box were many different sorts of Muggle candy, everything from Mars to gummy bears to liquorice.
Ginny quickly looked up to the Staff table before turning to Harry, "She really goes out of her way to make sure this plan is airtight, even going so far as to buy Muggle candy."
"Of course, she's a Slytherin. The more proof she collects, the more they have to believe her," Tom replied to his sister.
Harry relayed the message to the young witch, "This is good though. I've always wanted candy, but the Dursleys made sure I never had any. And Hermione always sent me sugar-free."
The girl nodded and went back to her breakfast.
"Is there any bounty?" the other witch opposite Harry spoke. He quickly looked and found that, yes, Narcissa has sent bounty as well. "May I have one?" the girl asked politely then.
"Why Hermione, you should watch your teeth," he joked with her.
She glared at him, "Oh shut it you. My parents are nagging at me enough. And I love bounty, and well, seeing the candy kind of makes me want chocolate. Particularly bounty."
Ginny looked up and smirked at Hermione, "Any particular reason you have a thing for chocolate now?"
The brunette blushed faintly, "Maybe," she whispered.
"Oh come on, " Ginny exclaimed softly, "It's more natural to talk about such things here."
Harry looked between them, "Talk about what?"
Hermione cut the redhead off, "Secret stuff."
Ginny shook her head and went back to her breakfast. Ron was now looking curiously at the package. He had a look on his face showing that he was torn between wanting to taste and telling Harry off because the candy came from 'the ferret's mother. Harry chose to ignore them as he did with the stares and whispers from the students who'd seen the owl flying from Draco over to Harry.
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Things went more smoothly that Harry thought it would with rumours. Dumbledore sat the Staff table with twinkling eyes, Students were whispering at him while some girls and boys were looking sadly at him, Daily Prophet had recorded the happiness between Harry and Ginny and Mrs Weasley had, of course, written and cooed at them. All in all, it could've been a lot worse. Of course, there were still whispers of threesomes and Ron had been rather suspicious lately. Ron had been suspicious of Harry and Draco ever since the train though.
Harry and Ginny had also taken to walking to class holding hands and hissing in Parseltongue to each other. Everyone thought they were whispering words of love but that was not it. They were in fact joking with each other about how foolishly people could believe in their act. They also, occasionally, kissed each other on the cheek but not more. Draco was also always around and close around them. This was, as usual, Draco and Ginny's plan. Namely feeding the rumours of a threesome.
The Boy Who Lived met up with his supposed girlfriend and wife-to-be if Dumbledore had his way at the bottom of the stairs to the Girl's Dormitories. As they had done since Saturday morning, they grabbed each other's hands and left for breakfast.
Wednesdays were good days, they all had a long free period before lunch. Ginny had her first lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts, 20 minutes to eleven. Harry had his first, Transfiguration, at noon precisely along with the 6th year Slytherins.
The pair didn't meet many on their way to the Great Hall, those who weren't there already were either asleep or in class. Like every other day, Hermione sat buried in a book slowly eating with a scowling Ron beside her. Harry took his place across from Hermione with Ginny next to him.
"Good morning," Hermione said before looking up.
"Good morning," they answered.
The brunette looked quickly to Ron then back to the pair, "I was wondering, now that we're all free, if we could all go to the library and study for a bit? Now that you take your studies seriously," she asked.
"I don't know," he replied, "We're supposed to meet Draco there and study with him, Parkinson and Zabini.
"Well," the girl started out carefully, "I was going to ask if they wanted to join us. I mean, you're friends with Malfoy, and some of the other Slytherins as well, and I was thinking it's time Ron and I made an effort to get to know them as well. What do you think?"
By now Ron was glaring murderously at the young witch. Ginny looked in surprise and Harry followed Ginny's expression, "You want to get to know the Slytherins? And study with them?" he asked incredulously.
Hermione nodded, "That's the plan."
"And Ron?" Ginny asked glancing at her former brother.
"Doesn't want to get to know the slimy gits," he sneered, then sighed, "But I guess I have to, for Harry's sake."
The brunette beamed, "That's settled then."
Harry looked wary at her, "I'm not sure, 'Mione."
"Nonsense, we can at least try."
"That's true," Ginny put in.
"So it's settled then, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Potter, Weaselette, Granger and Weasley will be studying in the library after breakfast," came an all too familiar drawl from behind Harry. The blonde sat down next to Harry, shoving further down the bench. He then grabbed a green apple and started chewing on it.
"Malfoy, " Hermione greeted politely.
"Granger, Weasley, " Draco nodded to them.
"Hello, Draco," Ginny called from the other side of Harry.
"Weaselette," he replied, "And Potter. The complete Golden Trio with Golden Boy's girlfriend. How utterly sweetly Gryffindor," he sneered slightly. Ron refused to comment and neither did he know who to glare at.
"This will be interesting," Ginny commented in amusement.
"It certainly will," Harry muttered in response.
"What's that?" the brunette asked.
"Nothing."
The rest of the few minutes were spent with Harry and Ginny quietly eating, Hermione reading, Draco and Ron having a glaring contest and, of course, almost every student in the hall watching them doing this. It didn't take long for Harry to have enough and they left the hall to go to the library where apparently, Zabini and Parkinson were waiting for their arrival.
As Draco had said, the two Slytherins were waiting. They didn't comment on Ron and Hermione and in silence they chose a table for eight in the back of the library. In the same silence they all put their books on the table and searched for the correct page to look on. Everyone, except Ginny, had a long essay in Potions due on Friday.
The next half hour was spent that way, in awkward silence and studying in the exact same subject, except for Ginny, without any help from someone else. Finally Harry had enough and sighed deeply. No one noticed, so he coughed gently. No response. So he coughed again, harder this time. As he looked up he his eyes were met by Parkinson's questioning ones. Harry tensed his face quickly and relaxed in a gesture to do something.
So she did.
"Can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered before turning to the entire group, "So, anyone have any plans for the Halloween Masquerade yet?"
Hermione looked up from her intense writing, "Actually no, I've been thinking of some kind of costume but there's so much to choose from. And well, I haven't been asked yet either."
"Aren't you going with Weasley then?" Zabini asked, continuing in the same pattern.
"We all saw how that turned out during the Tournament," Ginny commented, "Brother of mine didn't even figure out Hermione was a girl until it was too late."
Ron blushed bright red, but said nothing.
"Weaselette, any idea of who you will go with then?" Zabini smirked at her.
"She's going with me of course," Harry replied in her place.
Ron looked at Harry, "Aren't you going with Malfoy then?" he sneered.
"Weasley," Draco spoke, "I'm not sure about you, but I do know that on masquerades, people usually comes in pairsnottrios."
Zabini and Parkinsson snickered at Ron's expression once he figured what exactly Draco had said. Even Harry had to admit that it was priceless. He went from a dumb look to realisation as his eyes widened until rage covered his face and he glared at Harry.
"A word, Harry. In private," he said.
"Whatever you have to say you can say here," Harry responded emotionlessly.
"You're taking Malfoy's side?" the redhead exclaimed.
"I'm not taking anyone's side, Ron."
"I can't believe you, after everything, everything we've been through together and you just give up on that?"
Harry snorted but finally agreed. His temper was rising as everything Ron was saying was a complete lie. His words to Ginny on the train kept repeating themselves in his mind but he squashed them down. He had a weasel to deal with.
He followed Ron deeper in to the library to a dusty place many students didn't come to that often. He took a nonchalant pose as he leaned against one of the shelves, "Yes?"
"What Malfoy was saying, are you cheating on my sister?" Ron said angrily.
Harry laughed, "Ginny is not so naïve as to think that, it's rather you who are too stupid to realise what Draco was saying."
"What was he saying then?" the other teen snarled.
"Merlin, you really are that daft, aren't you?" he asked, "Trios, Ron, not pairs. The rumours must've reached your ears as well after all this time."
"You're saying then, " Ron began, "That you're that much of a slut that you force my sister to be apart of some Death Eater-orgy with Malfoy?"
He chose to ignore certain things the teen said and instead smirked in response, "What can I say? It takes two to properly please a lady."
Ron's fists tensed at his side and a rather not-so lovely red colour, "You.. You..You bastard, " he snarled. Harry looked in slow-motion as the teen grabbed his shoulders and shoved him into the hard wood in his back. Not a second after one of those tensed fists connected hard with his jaw. He cried out in sudden pain, even more so when another blow landed on his face and a sickening crunch of broken bone followed. Harry tried desperately to grab a hold of Ronsomewhereto stop him but failed miserably in this, the blows just kept on coming and it hurt.
In more ways than one.
"You fucking bastard!" the redhead cried out again in his rage before punching Harry in his guts causing him to double over in pain. He heard the faint 'stupefy' before blackness pulled him down in its mercy.
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When Poppy Pomfrey felt the faint tingle of magic signifying the natural waking of a patient, she knew right away that it was Mr. Weasley. She only had two students in her wing at the moment. One unconscious due to a stunner, the other due to a weak healing sleep which was not due to come off in another ten minutes. Poppy was about to walk up to Mr Weasley's bed when she noticed him sitting up looking over at Harry. Her curiosity to find out what had happened in the first place led her to sneak up closer and silently watch the redhead. If she could see how Mr Weasley felt against his crime, she might figure out why he committed it the first place.
The witch looked on in silent suspension as Mr Weasley looked torn between looking at the arm he was holding onto. Poppy knew deep down why but denial overruled that little voice. She had not looked, as Harry's injuries had not been serious enough to break into the boy's privacy. She had merely looked over his chest, stomach and face since scans had only showed injuries in that area.
Turning her attention back to the pair a few metres away from her, she saw Mr. Weasley still in his movements. His face was frozen in a look of horror as he looked down at the ugly red mark covering Harry's arm. No, she thought frantically, no no no no. Mr Weasley had evidentially heard some signal of her presence. He noticed her staring before he turned and ran.
Albus has to know, Poppy though then but she immediately felt the magic reminding her of her Healer Oath. The presence of the Dark Mark was not directly threatening Harry's health; therefore Poppy couldn't inform anyone without Harry's permission. The Oath was there to protect the patient's privacy.
Casting a quick tempus she found that the teen was bound to wake up in a few minutes, all she could do was wait now.
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Harry groggily opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He groaned out loud when he realised he had, once again, landed himself in the Hospital Wing. The area was too well known to him not to recognise at first glance. He thought back to what could've landed him in there and then he remembered the fight with Ron. This is gone too far now, he thought and curled up into a fetal position. There was a lingering soreness still left but nothing more. Poppy always did amazingly well in treating him.
Speaking of which, Harry opened his eyes that he had closed again for some reason and saw the witch sitting in a chair next to his bed. She looked sadly at her clasped hands.
"Poppy?" he asked with great concern.
The witch looked up, "Your arm," she replied simply. Harry noticed then that his sleeve covering the Dark Mark was pulled up on his forearm and the Mark was clearly visible.
"Oh."
"You know about the oath, we have talked many times, Harry, I cannot speak of it. All I want to know is when and why?"
He nodded, he knew of the oath and he and Poppy had spoken many times through the years and gotten to know each other quite well. That was why he had been so surprised when Narcissa had spoken of her apprenticeship; Poppy had never mentioned such a thing. But still, he trusted the older witch and there were no spies in the wing due to the same Healer stuff used to ward it.
Harry sighed, "It all started in the beginning of the summer.." He continued to speak of the events leading up to the arrival of Fawkes and the beating from his uncle.
It was first then she interrupted, "I did notice old injuries you didn't have when you were last here. They were healed though."
He answered the unanswered question, "Narcissa healed me. She and Tom came to Privet Drive and got me out of there."
"Ah, Narcissa Black, last, and best, apprentice I've ever had the pleasure of teaching. She gave up on her gift because of the war though," Poppy remembered, "Please, do continue."
Harry continued to tell her, mostly because he was too tired to actually object. He hesitated with telling the witch about his mother, but eventually gave in and told her the whole story. The teen also felt the week presence in his mind so Tom could object to him telling if he wanted to, but the man refrained from doing so. The man surely thought Poppy could be another follower, or something, of his. The only thing he left out was about him and Tom and Ginny and Bellatrix as that was really unimportant. When he came to just before the Initiation, Poppy was on the verge of crying. Crystal clear tears were holding themselves still on the edge of her eyes.
"I've heard," she took a deep breath, "That to take the Mark, you have to take someone's life." Harry nodded. "Have you?"
He nodded again, "Once. The Mudblood girl the Daily Prophet wrote about."
Poppy gave him a curt nod and then fell silent. Harry wished he knew what she was thinking as she sat there in silence for a long while. The older of the two took another deep breath, "I understand your reasoning completely. I've always known Albus meddled too much for his own good, but to this extent? Not that I don't believe you because somehow I do, it's just a lot to take in. Come back to me in a few days and we will talk more then."
"Sure," he agreed, "What happened to Ron?"
The witch didn't respond. Harry looked at the door, which was still open, and he instantly knew why his sleeve was pulled up. Poppy's silence confirmed this as well.
"Please, discharge me," Harry pleaded with her. If he didn't get to Ron fast enough, Dumbledore would surely be informed and that meant either force to be the Boy Who Lived or life in Azkaban, he didn't dare think what more, and worse, options he had.
"Are you going to kill him?" she asked.
"No," he said but he added 'not yet' in his mind. Poppy did discharge him with the promise to be back. Harry knew he hadn't made a mistake in telling the witch, there were enchantments that prevented her from talking about it to anyone else. The only thing on the line was whether or not she cooperated.
When he got out of the bed again he was, once again, reminded of what landed him there, but he paid no attention to it. His future was on the line after all. Harry quickly pulled on his robes again and left the wing in a hurry. Lucky for him, he wasn't that far away from the Gryffindor Tower.
He ran for all he was worth as he tried to get to the Tower. Well, he ran as fast as he could, but he soon felt stabbing pain hitting his chest as he breathed in, despite that though, he continued. Students moved out of his way and made the trip easier for him. Once he was in the Boy's Dormitory he shared with the others, he paused and tried to catch his breath. Soon enough though, he started digging around in his trunk after his prize. Harry cursed himself mentally for not carrying the Map with him. The treasure from his father among others was quickly found and Ron was located. The redhead was, surprisingly, in hiding in an empty classroom on the floor below.
Back out in the Common Room he was met by Ginny, "Harry?" she asked.
"Can't talk now, got a weasel to catch, see you later," he hissed at the girl who nodded and pretended as nothing was out of the ordinary. Harry didn't run to the room as he had the Map and would see if Ron left, he did walk faster than usual though. Minutes later he was standing outside the door in the empty hall. If he had the time right, it was supposed to be lunch now.
He took a moment to collect himself before calmly walking through the door. Once inside he warded it as heavily he could with Privacy Charms and the like. Ron had tensed the moment Harry had walked in but he still sat on one of the dusty desks with his back towards Harry. The redhead was looking out through one of the windows.
Harry rolled up his sleeve once more, leaving the Mark visible then he walked towards the little creep.
"Didn't think I would find out, did you?" he whispered in Ron's ear. His left arm was in front of the teen's face and his right pressed his wand harshly in Ron's neck, "Pretty isn't it? The Dark Mark."
Ron swallowed heavily before shaking his head. "What was that?" Harry inquired, "Which question did you answer?"
The teen struggled in Harry's grip so he let him go. The moment he did, Ron turned on him with an angry face, "The second you disgusting Death Eater, " he snapped daringly.
He pointed his wand at Ron's heart, "I could kill you know. I shouldkill you now for your insolence."
Ron laughed coldly, "You wouldn't dare cast the Killing Curse in Hogwarts."
"Avada Kedavra!" Harry called and a thick green beam hit the small piece of wall between the windows behind the other wizard. Ron gasped as the incantation was spoken, "Wouldn't I?" Harry sneered.
"Let me tell you something, my dear friend, I could Crucio you until your mind snaps and no one would be any wiser," he paused to see the look of horror flashing in Ron's eyes, the frightened teen gave Harry a small rush knowing Ron was now at his mercy and his alone, "But I won't, instead I will give you a warning of what will happen if you so much as think about informing anyone of this. I don't think I even need to give you an example, you know what will happen if you do or maybe.."
Harry forced a thoughtful expression on his face as if he was thinking on what to do. He already knew what to do already though and after a few minutes, he put Ron out of his misery, depending on you looked. "Fuco Magicus," he called and almost cried out in happiness when he saw the faint blue seeing out of Ron's body. The light stayed a few fleeting seconds until it vanished.
"What did you do?!" Ron almost shouted. His eyes were wide, his face a little red, his hands had visible signs of glistering moisture in his palms from the slight panic.
Harry smirked and rolled down is sleeve once more, "That's not for you to know," then he turned towards the door again. He wouldn't do anything just yet, he would give Ron a second chance first. How that chance would prove to bear fruit or not was left to the future to decide. Just before he closed the door, he whispered one last spell at the teen, which Ron didn't seem to notice.
"Mutus Gnaritas."
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Harry didn't bother knock on the door to Tom's rooms, he just went inside. As he did, he was extremely glad he did. The sight before him was relaxing a way he needed to he leaned against the doorframe and just watched. The older man sat with his back leaning half against the back of the couch he sat on and the other half against the arm rest. His legs were tucked up against his chest and he had a thin green blanket wrapped around his legs. Small balls of fire floated around his head as he read. Tom looked truly relaxed if you went by the soft and even breathing illuminated in the dancing light of the flames.
It helped Harry calm down from the distress about Ron. It had been two days since the fight in the library. Despite that Ron hadn't been his real friend, Harry had considered him so and threatening the person you'd seen as you best friend for five years was upsetting. Ginny had been a good help after she found out, but Harry had wanted to come to Riddle Manor for some reason.
"Are you done thinking depressing thoughts?" Tom asked out in the room. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts.
"Not yet," he answered cheekily.
"Well hurry up then, there's more useful things you could be doing," was the simple reply before Tom turned back to his book. Harry laughed softly walked towards the couch and sat down right next to Tom's upraised knees. He leaned gently against them. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but somehow, being with Tom, it was more comfortable.
"Ron knows," Harry said quietly.
"So I've heard," Tom replied, "Any plans on what to do about him?"
Harry sighed, "Yes..." He was quiet for a while, "I will give him the chance to see if he tries to inform Dumbledore, if he does, then he will... disappear. If Hermione finds out, the same applies to her. Not without giving them the chance to join you though."
Tom looked at him and searched his eyes, then he nodded, he had seen what he wanted. "I agree with your plans."
"Good," he stated, "And I want you to know, that whatever happens, it's me and Ginny who will execute the plans."
The man nodded approvingly once more, "I figured as much. This, of course, brings me to question if you and Ginevra would like a more active role as Death Eaters."
Harry thought for a moment, "I do, when our victory is made official, it's better to have as much done as possible. Having us two being more active, as you put it, would help bring as many down as possible."
"Perhaps we can make a Slytherin out of you yet," Tom smirked.
He laughed softly for a few fleeting moments, "Perhaps, but I'll have you know, I've thought a lot about my mother's words in the last few days."
The other raised an eyebrow, "Which ones, she's been alive for months now and has probably said a lot of them."
"Heirs," Harry stated simply. Tom's eyes widened for a moment, then he calmly put his book down on the side table and looked at Harry, "Heirs you say?" Harry nodded. "And what about them?"
The teen gestured uselessly with his hands while trying desperately to explain. He failed miserably though and looked to Tom for guidance. The man's eye-brow rose further, "I'm not a Seer, Harry; I have no idea what you're talking about."
Harry whined and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw Tom looking expectantly at him. "Heirs!" Harry exclaimed, "You know, having them."
"Ah, having them," he repeated, "You're saying that you've finally figured out that you can have them despite being with me?"
"Well, yes. Mother told me weeks ago but I didn't really grasp how then, but now... now I know how."
"With a surrogate," Tom supplied, "And, if I'm correct, you have been thinking a lot about the possibility to make one wizard Heir to several families, giving said wizard a lot of power."
Harry nodded, "Yes, how much power would an Heir from Slytherin, Black and Potter really have?"
Tom smirked, "A lot, more than you can ever imagine. Then add the fact that you are Harry Potter and I'm Lord Voldemort. That we're both Violet. And, with the right surrogate, further power and abilities can be gained by her. Such an Heir would have respect and power I almost dare not to think about even."
"You sound excited," he said to the man's hungry glow in his red eyes.
"Wouldn't you be?"
He smiled faintly, "Yeah, but I'm still too young to have a child."
The hungry look intensified, "Well then," the man purred, "It's good we can practice making them without worry."
"What are you..." Harry's eyes widened, "Oh."
Tom laughed, "How eloquent of you." He then proceeded to pull away the blanket and turn Harry over on his back on the other side of the couch. Tom kissed him from his place on top of Harry, "Or don't you think?"
Harry giggled slightly, a flush coming to his face, "I think just fine," he answered cheekily, returning the kiss that Tom gave him.
Tom's heavy body settled on him and he realized how much that this felt right. He could go to Hogwarts and pretend all he liked, but this was home. Harry moaned as Tom trailed kisses to his neck, sucking hard on his pulse point, pulling blood to the surface.
Harry's hands moved around Tom's back and he trailed his hands up and down the man's back, caringly. His neck was starting to hurt, but he wouldn't deny Tom any thing.
"I thought we were practicing," Harry whispered huskily in the man's ear, pushing off the couch to confirm his statement. He heard Tom moan as that weight settled on him more firmly and the older man began to thrust against him.
"You're mine, Harry," Tom whispered in the slight silence, the balls of fire seeming to roar in their aroused ears.
"I know," the younger answered with a smile.
"Say it," Tom hissed.
"I'm yours, Tom," and the statement started the euphoria they were both looking for as Tom smiled, almost to the point it hurt. He pushed his hands under Harry's shirt pushing it up until it was discarded to the floor. Harry's hands fumbling with his pants, inexperienced hands pushing them off his hips in a rush.
"I may need those later, don't rip them," Tom said jokingly, Harry flushing under the scrutiny. "Stand up and take the rest of yours off." Tom asked, one hand caressing Harry's cheek.
"Only if you do the same," Harry answered, with fake courage.
"Perfect," Tom answered standing, pulling Harry off the couch with him.
Harry looked shy, and flushed, but he was horny, and if he had to strip in front of Tom that was fine because either way he was ending up naked. He unbuttoned his pants and time seemed to slow as he smirked at Tom, letting his head tip back as he stood tall and slowly pushed his pants down. The look on Tom's face worth what he'd just down. Totally seduction, he thought as Tom slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
Every button seemed to take longer then the last and then Tom dropped his underwear and stood naked. Harry was to busy taking his time to look over perfection to realize he still had clothes on. Then Tom was walking towards him and time began to speed up as hands trailed past his waist, and under his pants, pushing them down to land with his trousers.
"I wanna be on top," Harry said softly, Tom nodding from where his mouth was reinforcing the hickey he'd started earlier.
"As you wish," Tom said as he pulled Harry towards him, both of them falling onto the couch, Harry straddling the older man's lap. Harry moaned softly and buried his head against Tom's neck as naked flesh met naked flesh; Harry thrust against the older man unconsciously.
Tom's hands travelled down from around Harry's waist as he wandlessly called lube to him. He lubed three fingers, tracing one around Harry's opening before he slowly thrust it in; Harry's body welcoming it home.
Harry languidly moved against Tom, his arms around the man's neck and his mouth on his pulse point, sucking softly; as if he didn't want it to stop.
One finger became two, and then two became three before Harry was moaning, bucking back unconsciously on the fingers. "Oh, Merlin! Yes! Finger my ass! Ooh, that feels soo good!"
The fingers were replaced with a blunt object and Tom kissed Harry as he lowered his partner onto his cock, Harry moaning into Tom's mouth as it slid into his ass. Tom slowly stroked Harry's cock as Harry slid up and down on the cock in his ass.
Tom rotated his hips occasionally, eliciting a groan from Harry when his prostate was stroked. It wasn't long before the combination of the thrusting and stroking caused Harry to climax, spewing his seed onto his lover's hand. The clenching of Harry's anus on Tom's cock triggered his own orgasm; coating the walls of Harry's rectum with sticky cum. Harry noticed Tom about to clean the cum from his hand, and took his lover's hand to slowly lick his cum from Tom's hand.
Tom kissed Harry, tasting his lover on his lips, and apparated the two of them to his bed. He wandlessly moved down the covers and laid Harry down before spooning against his back and then pulled the covers up.
"Now we are lovers." Tom said to Harry before falling asleep.
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First of, Yes, Ron and Hermione's loyalties are decided, as are some others, but feel free to come up with suggestions, as with everything plot-vice. Also, suggestions for the costumes for Masquerade. (Harry and Ginny's decided)
I promised "excuses" and here they are: I'm Truly sorry for this wait, I really am. But have you ever had the feeling that the entire world is working against you? That whatever you do, you just mess Everything up? That you want to slit your wrists just to end it all? Well, my last few months have been like that, the last few weeks even worse. And I did slit my wrists, kind of.
Frankly, I haven't felt like writing on Family Trait because my mood wasn't right. Actually, I even gave up and sent the chapter to meikouhaikitsune to finish. And she did, along with DarQuing so Tremendously big Thanks to them. (They wrote the sex-scene btw, meikouhaikitsune the first and DarQuing the rest) –Big hug attack- ;)
I will Not abandon this, it's my baby, but please be aware that updates might be a bit slower. Not a month, I hope, but maybe up to 2-3 weeks in between. I have 1200 words on the next chapter though.
Thank you, Read and Review :)
Love, Iivanainen