Title: Running Away
Summary: Strong, darkish, HOT, Harry!! It's time to get rid of this pitiful Gryffindor mask, and become the Slytherin I was supposed to be. This is the re-write!! WARNING SLASH HPTR.
Warnings: SLASH (male/male) pairings, swearing, violence, Evil! Slytherin! Harry!
Pairings: HP/TMR/ ??
Disclaimer: What are u looking at me for? I don't own it!
Previously: "How...how is it that I claimed you a long time ago...when it's only been a couple years since I have been seeing you?"
Understanding crosses Harry's features and he picks Thomas's hand back into his own stroking his thumb lightly over the bridge of Thomas's knuckles.
"Thomas, I am not from the year 1938...I'm from 1997."
February – 1942
"How though after just looking at him made me react like that?" he moans out softly his hand picking up in speed slowly.
"Figure out what the connection is, why just a single glance makes us react that way."
Confusion crosses Harry's face and he pauses in touching himself.
"Us?"
Thomas had grown more and more agitated as time went on; Harry was completely and utterly avoiding him, Thomas only ever saw Harry when they were in the same classes and so far Thomas hadn't been able to get within three feet of the other boy.
Today it all ends. Thomas thinks violently.
His cold green eyes look over Harry's form slowly, the boys shoulders tense and Harry slowly looks back at Thomas over his shoulder.
Annoyance flares inside of Thomas as Harry turns back around in his chair facing the Professor, clearly ignoring Thomas once more.
Yes..Thomas's mind whispers in anticipation. I'll get answers today.
The bell rang signalling the end of classes for the day, moving quickly and ignoring the look on Malfoy's face; Thomas jumps out of his seat and moves towards Harry rapidly. Roughly his fingers dig into the boys arm and he literally drags Harry from the potions class room into a nearby empty class room. Waving his wand fiercely at the door so that Harry could not escape him, he slowly drops his arm to his side; his back towards Harry.
Thomas's heart was beating widely against his rib cage, his chest heavying he slowly turns around and faces Harry. With amazing calm; Thomas comments lightly.
"You have been avoiding me."
"Yes..." Comes the hesitant reply.
Thomas steps forward towards Harry, frowning Thomas pauses slightly.
"Why?"
"I don't know." Harry shrugs his shoulders.
"You're lying." Thomas closes his eyes as he whispers.
"Yes." Harry responds.
Thomas moves forward and his body presses into Harry's softly. He rests his head against the crook of Harry's neck and breathes in his scent. Harry flinches slightly and slowly moves his hands to hold around the other boy, unsure of what he is doing.
"I have waited so long for thisss." Thomas hisses out leisurely.
Moving out of Thomas's arms; Harry puts some distance between them. He runs his fingers through his hard in frustration; sighs and turns facing the door.
"Let me out of here Thomas."
"No." Thomas whispers angrily.
"Thomas." Harry commands fiercely.
"NO," Yells Thomas. "Not until I know some answers!"
Spinning around quickly Harry stalks towards Thomas his eyes glinting a crimson red; he pushes the boy up against the nearest desk hard and looms darkly over him. Harry's hands lift Thomas's legs upwards and force him to wrap them around his own waist.
"You'll do as your told.."
