The sunlight that filtered down from the clear blue sky was pure and bright, and it made Hogwarts look more beautiful than ever in Harry's eyes. The Great Lake glittered contently in the warmth of early June, and the trees of the forbidden forest swayed in the light breeze as though alive with the creatures that dwelt within it. The entire school appeared alive and immortal, and without a care in the world. It seemed impossible that any crime could be committed here, or that any battle could be fought upon these grounds. It felt like the safest place in the world, for in the light of day it protected all.

Harry was going to miss this castle, he knew. Perhaps more than any Death Eater or common student would. But he understood that he couldn't express the emptiness that filled him at the thought of leaving Hogwarts forever – or at least for longer than he had ever before. He had only been here for a year as far as anyone else in this era was aware of, so he couldn't show his sadness, even to Tom. But he found himself admiring the great castle nevertheless, vague memories of his past coming back to him, as always.

Harry barely knew what had happened to the last few days of being in the castle when he found himself in the Great Hall at breakfast with the other students, preparing to board the Hogwarts Express what felt like far too soon. The only thing that helped the displeasing thought of finally going into the real world was the knowledge that Tom would be there with him… even when Tom was a part of the problem. Harry knew it would still be years – decades, even – before Voldemort and his Death Eaters resurfaced as a powerful force, but he didn't feel prepared for it in the slightest.

He told himself that he would just have to bear with what he could until there was a chance to change something. He would have to wait a few years at least before making plans on what on earth to do about this situation. He liked the idea of changing Tom's mind and intentions – in fact, he dwelt a lot upon the dream of how he could influence his lover exactly, for the better of the world – but Tom was already a murderer, and an apparent psychopath…

In full honesty, Harry was more worried about the psychotic defects in Tom that would hurt him directly, such as the possible non-existence of sympathy, affection and general emotion. He didn't know what to make of Tom's emotional reaction to things anymore. He didn't know whether he was just being paranoid when he saw Tom as a psychopath, or whether he was watching Tom through starry eyes when he believed his sincerity. To no surprise, Harry's frustration and sorrow from the situation was loosened by hateful thoughts of Dumbledore. Hating and distrusting the Wise Wizard was his only relief.

By the time all of the students were piling into the carriages that would lead to Hogsmeade Station, Harry had barely spoken a word all day. Tom was also quiet, but that was no surprise. He would miss Hogwarts as much as Harry would, for sure. Harry reflected that this was one of many similarities between Tom and himself that silently drew them together, even without their connected souls…

Harry watched Tom, who sat opposite him on the carriage, gazing at the disappearing castle in silence as the Death Eaters laughed and joked besides them, blatantly glad to finally leave this school. He wondered whether Tom, like him, found at least some good points in leaving Hogwarts. They would be properly alone together, to begin, more sincerely and for longer than ever before… and perhaps Tom and he would get even closer in that time. Harry would have to pretend he was hunting down Grindelwald, and Tom would be hiding a few things for a while, but that would all pass soon, and then Harry could perhaps convince Tom to stay away from becoming Voldemort properly.

Tom's eyes found Harry's own only a few moments before the carriages drew to a halt. Both of them were perfectly unreadable, but somehow they communicated in silence, perhaps by guessing or working out how the other might be feeling. Harry couldn't wait until the train ride ahead of them would be over and done with. It would be a boring journey for him, and the Death Eaters were being as loud and irritating as always.

They were soon exiting their carriage, and making their way towards the Hogwarts Express amongst the jovial crowed of students. Harry found Tom and himself in the company of Avery, Nott, Lestrange, and Dolohov in their compartment on the train. A few people, such as Mulciber and Rosier, had seemed eager to join this main group, but they were unsuccessful in being one of the five in Tom's company. They looked annoyed and disappointed as a result, and it took them a while to finally accept that they couldn't be here. They left in one group to find another compartment, as the remaining Death Eaters looked smug.

"I can't believe it's the end of Hogwarts," Avery commented long after they had all settled down into their seats. The train was already moving steadily towards London.

"It was a good year though," Nott said.

"I suppose so…"

"C'mon," Nott urged, seeing Avery's doubt. "Don't you remember Madame Puddifoot's?"

Dolohov actually laughed aloud at this. "Oh yeah! That was jokes."

"But I don't even know what I'm even gunna do now," Avery complained.

"I myself am taking a holiday," Lestrange responded from directly across the compartment. "There's absolutely nothing I hate more than exams, and I'm happy they're over. I don't even care about my results, now that I don't have to deal with it anymore."

"Same for me," Nott agreed. He sat besides Lestrange, as usual. "I think I'll probably spend some proper time with my family now, though, instead of going anywhere. At least until the end of the summer."

"It's gunna be horrible, getting a job," Dolohov remarked thickly. He sat besides Harry, and Harry wondered lightly whether he had followed Tom and himself directly into the compartment to get this seat. "I ain't looking forward to it."

"Neither are any of us, mate," Avery said.

"If there's anything worse than school," Lestrange began, "it has to be getting a job."

"And keeping it," Nott added.

The other three Death Eaters sniggered at this.

"I must say that I contradict such a claim," Tom said quietly. His voice drew the attention of the other Slytherins easily, despite its low volume. Their smiled suddenly faltered. "I myself am quite looking forward to obtaining a job… as any Slytherin, full of ambition, should be."

The Death Eaters appeared very offended at these words, and Harry wondered whether Tom had said this just to watch their reactions. Harry found himself smirking slightly, which the Death Eaters didn't appreciate at all. He was in on a selective ridicule, and every Slytherin here minus Tom and himself now had their pride hurt. Avery was the first to go against his own words.

"Nah, I just mean that it would be horrible finding a job, the rest is alright, really."

"Well, I only meant that jobs themselves are a problem," Lestrange attempted to explain. "Aspirations don't make up for the actual trouble of finding work, at the time."

"I have ambition," Nott stated, "but it's just not helpful in me finding a job, yet."

Dolohov merely said "yeah" and "'course" a lot while they all spoke at once. But none of them dared complain at Tom directly. Their eyes darted amongst themselves instead, as they convinced themselves that they were indeed ambitious and true Slytherins. Even if they would only be Slytherins for a few more hours, this seemed important to them. They soon began speaking about their said goals in life, going into great detail about every dream, hope, and plan they had. It was a long conversation.

After more time passed, Harry mused whether Tom had offended the Death Eaters like this only to help motivate them into actually contemplating jobs. Tom seemed interested in watching their conversation, so perhaps he had wanted to hear them speak about their jobs aloud, to trigger thoughts within their open minds about it all…

"My parents are loaded," Avery was saying. He was explaining why he had so many different plans in life for about the seventh time, since Lestrange made a rude comment about his ever–altering mind. "So it don't matter what happens to me, really. I can be whatever I want, and my family will always be behind me."

Nott and Dolohov nodded and agreed to this. They all had sickeningly rich, pureblood families that would let them do whatever they wanted as long as it wasn't publicly known, after all. Harry wasn't sure whether Avery would actually ever be anything besides a Death Eater, who had children who would also become Death Eaters. He doubted Avery would ever grow up in any way.

"So what are you gunna do, Jonathan?" Avery asked Harry some time after this.

"I plan on travelling," Harry lied calmly. Tom and him had planned and discussed this vital false story in their plans for the future, of course, so he had been more than prepared for this question. They didn't want the Death Eaters to know or attempt to work out where he would really be. "So I'm not really sure if I'll ever have the same job for very long. I just don't like staying in any set place, as you probably all know by now."

"Oh," Avery replied. There was a short pause. "How you gunna manage that?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Well, you ain't got no family or nothing with money to help…"

"The school gives out loans to students who need it," Harry explained after a moment, understanding what Avery was hinting towards. "Obviously they wouldn't just leave people completely homeless."

"What, they give out free money?" Dolohov asked suddenly.

"Well, technically, but you have to pay it ba–"

"Where can I get some?" he asked sharply.

"You can't," Harry said slowly, a little surprised.

"Why not?" Dolohov asked, perplexed. Harry stared at him for a moment. At his lack of further comment, Dolohov added, "It ain't fair that some students get it while others–!"

"Dolohov," Nott warned from across the compartment. His tone made the other Death Eater stop for a moment, and pull his eyes away from Harry.

"What?" he asked.

A silence followed this question, as no one knew what to say. Nott and Lestrange almost seemed to be holding their breath as they looked from Dolohov to Harry uncomfortably. Avery on the other hand was struggling greatly with a nervous smile, but no one paid him any attention. Harry didn't know what to reply to this at all, and he glanced at Tom, who was glowering at Dolohov. Dolohov finally seemed to realise that he had said something wrong at this.

When Tom spoke into the silence, his voice very cold. Each of his words seemed to form extremely slowly, as though to torture Dolohov with fear. "I cannot honestly say that the qualifications required for getting 'free money' from the school are exactly enviable…" The room seemed to drop ten degrees, and Harry saw that the Death Eaters wore frightened expressions as everyone but Dolohov averted their eyes from their leader. Dolohov himself had suddenly gone pale, and he was attempting to speak with a dry mouth.

"No, I'm – I'm sorry! I didn't mean – I was only… only… I'm an idiot! I wasn't even thinking! I–"

"Get out," Tom ordered quietly.

"Wha-? But…" Dolohov glanced at the others quickly, yet none of them so much as turned his way. He looked back at Tom. "Lemme just grab my trunk then and I'll be gone–"

"Get out of here now, or I'll give you an entirely new definition of the term 'consequence'." he hissed.

Dolohov stared at Tom in fear, and Harry wondered for a second if he was really stupid enough to argue back again. But to Dolohov's better judgement, perhaps, he bolted for the exit. No one spoke as he stumbled into the corridor outside, the door to the compartment slamming shut, and only half closing again. They could all hear him scampering from this scene in fear, trying to find the other Slytherins. When he found the right compartment, laughing could be heard from the distant Death Eaters at the sight of Dolohov, and Avery covered his mouth with his hand.

Another silence fell when the door to Dolohov's new compartment was closed. The remaining Death Eaters seemed frozen in their seats, and it was a while before any of them were confident enough to glance at Harry or Tom again. They were all still embarrassed and scared. Lestrange was the first one to speak, as he looked back and forth between the two black haired orphans.

He cleared his throat very softly, before saying, "I promise I will never be that much of an idiot."

Just then, the door to the compartment slid open again at an eager speed. Mulciber was standing there, beaming. "I heard Dolohov got kicked out! Can I come in?"

Everyone turned to look at Tom. There was only a slight hesitation. "If you wish…"

Harry was sure that after this the conversation must have felt like it was taking forever to become normal again for the Death Eaters even after this. Neither he nor Tom spoke, which was probably for the better. Tom took up reading, and Harry watched the countryside flick past his vision from the window next to him. They all must have spent over half the journey to London doing these three activities, so it was hours upon hours later when one scrap of conversation within this carriage caught Harry's ear again. The sky was dimming outside, and it looked like they were getting close to London now.

"Voldemort," Nott had spoken. This one name caught Harry's attention so quickly that it must have looked as though he had awoken from some vague slumber. He thought he might have fallen asleep for a moment, in fact.

But then Harry realised that Nott was continuing, "Are we ever going to reform this group again?"

Harry followed the other Death Eaters in turning towards Tom. There was a slight smile forming on Tom's gorgeous lips as he contemplated this question. "Well, I'm not quite sure about that…" The Death Eaters were listening intently to Tom's every word, and Harry knew that this must have been why they all wanted to be here so badly. "I don't see the point in continuing this group outside the walls of Hogwarts, to put it simply."

Harry was bewildered with every aspect of this conversation. Why wasn't Tom boasting about his ideas of a reformation of the Death Eaters here? Surely he was planning on keeping his followers, at least for good measure… And how did Nott know about the name 'Voldemort'? Moreover, how didn't Harry know that Nott knew this name? He should have seen this piece of information in his head.

"I think there's plenty of points in keeping our group," Nott replied in contradiction. Tom seemed almost impressed by this claim.

A thought suddenly stuck Harry. Maybe Tom didn't want to have Death Eaters anymore… Maybe there would be some turning point in his life when he suddenly decided he wanted his followers back again, and Harry could change that when it happened. This idea almost made Harry interrupt Tom and Nott's conversation, but Tom spoke before him.

"Please elaborate your ideas," Tom said.

Nott smiled a little, and glanced towards the other Death Eaters for reassurance. "Well, to begin there is still a load of things about the Dark Arts that you could still teach us," Nott stated. "There are loads more curses and even entire fields of magic that we ourselves don't know about, even if you know it."

"You could always continue your work upon the Dark Arts via research," Tom pointed out quietly. "What would be the use in me teaching you anything of the sort now that we have left the walls of Hogwarts?"

"We'd only be learning it for everything we've always learnt it for," Nott said, "even if that means it's just for our own personal gain."

"And what would you do with more knowledge?" Tom asked.

"Oh, I…" Nott didn't seem to know how to answer this question.

"There are still all of those Muggles and Mudbloods out there left for us to harass, so we could just start using what we know on them if you need a point," Avery commented from across the carriage. Lestrange and Mulciber sniggered.

"Ah, but there are already so many Witches and Wizards harassing the Mudbloods and Muggles within the world already," Tom said. "What would I gain in making you a little more powerful if you will merely join them, get caught, and be of no more use to me?"

Harry had a feeling that Tom was just playing with his followers again, and he suddenly wasn't that confident that the Death Eaters would somehow disappear forever. Tom was probably drawing them all further under his power by making them remind each other exactly why they were being taught the Dark Arts in the first place, while he himself knew every advantage to having this small army. The Death Eaters were still keen to prove their loyalty, after all.

"We won't join them!" Avery exclaimed. "We wouldn't follow anyone but you. All of those other people don't know half the Dark Magic we know, or will know. They definitely don't know as much as you, anyway."

Tom was smiling more. "I must say that is very impressive coming from you, Avery. I didn't know you were quite so committed to all that I teach."

Avery smiled too, blatantly proud of this complement. "I mean it though. You probably know more 'bout the Dark Arts than people four times our age."

"So will you at least think about letting this group form again?" Nott asked, seeing Tom's slight weak point of being happy with Avery's devotion.

Tom dwelt upon this for a moment. "Perhaps…"

The four Death Eaters beamed.

"But this will be in a few years, at least," Tom added. "This is not something we can merely have as an easy side event to our lives. There is much political restraint and so on that we have to be careful of. All of this would, of course, be more criminal and illegal than anything else we've ever done…"

This only seemed to make the Death Eaters more enthusiastic.

"It would still be brilliant, though," Mulciber said. "It would really be worth it."

"Would you join up again, Jonathan?" Avery suddenly asked.

Harry turned to look at Avery. He and Tom hadn't actually discussed whether the Death Eaters would really form again after school… "Er, yeah. Of course."

"Good," Avery smiled. Harry wondered why he cared, until he spoke again. "We need more people as powerful as you."

"Right," Harry replied, and Avery turned away contently.

The other Death Eaters began talking excitedly about it all, but it wasn't long before they all realised that they were close to King's Cross Station. Mulciber left the compartment before the train had even stopped to tell the others about Tom's decision no doubt, and the sky outside was getting darker by the minute. When the Hogwarts Express finally drew to a halt, Harry, Tom, and the Death Eaters stood up to get their trunks.

Harry felt light headed from all of this. He could barely believe that he was leaving Hogwarts now to go and live with Tom immediately… it was quite insane.

"Well, I suppose this so goodbye for now then." Avery said, talking mostly to Tom as he stood with his trunk by his side.

"I suppose it is," Tom replied calmly.

"I'll miss you, mate," Mulciber said to Avery, smiling slightly. "I probably won't see any of you for years…"

"Yeah," Avery agreed, "I'll miss you too."

Harry wasn't surprised that they were all half laughing at these long goodbyes. He was sure that most of them would probably stay in contact with each other through owl if they really cared enough to bother. They said a few farewells to him personally as well, wishing him luck on his nonexistent travels and so on. It was only a few minutes before they all joined the gathered crowed in the corridor outside, and made their way for an exit to the train. There were a lot of people of the platform and on the train, and Harry wasn't surprised to see a few of the Death Eaters around him simply disappeared from view.

Tom was walking directly beside him, however. He knew this from sensing the taller boy, rather than initially looking at him. They didn't need to say any more goodbyes to their fellow Slytherins by this point, and they thus began heading for the exit to the station, pulling their trunks behind them. They didn't speak as they walked, because the crowd around them was loud and far too jolly to be easily bearable. It was a few minutes before they were actually out of the station itself.

There were still many people on the street outside of the station, of course, but they were fewer in numbers. They began walking down one of the many streets together.

"What was that name that Nott used on the train?" Harry asked carefully as their footsteps became slowly more audible with every step they took away from the station. The sky was darkening even more. "Voldie–"

"Voldemort," Tom finished. "It's merely a name my friends sometimes use when talking to me."

"I've never heard them use it before," Harry stated. "I haven't even seen it in their minds."

"They forget about it often…" Tom admitted. "Yet every so often one of them remembers how well it works in conversation."

This would make sense to explain why he never heard it before, Harry thought… "Why do you use it?" he asked out of temptation. He already knew it was merely to get the Death Eaters and the world to fear him.

Tom took a moment to find an answer to this. "I prefer it to my own name, actually… It sets me apart from my father."

"Oh…" Harry had almost forgotten completely about Tom's father sharing the name Tom Riddle. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise," Tom said, smiling. "That's a weakness that should be spared for crucial lies and life changing events."

Harry looked up at Tom as they walked. He merely nodded. Tom led them down a deserted street, which wasn't lit very well.

"You yourself experiment a lot in art of changing names, of course," Tom reminded Harry.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "I think it's an important thing to do on occasion."

Tom's pace steadily slowed to a stop. Harry stopped too, and glanced at Tom, moving his trunk to make it rest besides him. He was about to ask what was wrong, before Tom smiled. "Give me your hand."

Harry only hesitated for a second before obeying. Tom clasped his fingers around Harry's own. "Why?" Harry asked.

"To Apparate, of course," Tom replied.

"I can Apparate," Harry stated.

"Yes," Tom said, "but I don't know what I'd do if either of us got separated from the other."

Harry smiled a little at this comment, before Tom moved, and they both Disapparated from the street they stood upon. After the same horrible sensation of being transported to another part of the country so quickly was over, Harry found Tom and himself in a new environment. They were on another street, but it was blatant that this wasn't a part of any city. It appeared to be a homely village in the middle of the countryside.

"Where are we?" Harry asked.

"Upper Flagley," Tom replied, "a partly Wizarding Village in Yorkshire." He began walking forwards a little, and Harry followed.

As he walked, Harry looked more closely at the street around them. He was sure he had heard about this town. He recognised the place, which truly bewildered him… "I think I've been here before."

Their fingers were no longer entwined, but they still walked close together. Tom paused for a minute. "When?"

"I think Hermione, Ron and I…" Harry stopped talking. They had searched for Voldemort's Horcruxes in this very village with no success, and it hadn't changed then very much from how it looked now. He almost didn't care that he had said the names of Ron and Hermione to Tom, because what came after that was more important anyway. He shouldn't even know what a Horcrux was.

"But no one knows you were here?" Tom asked. "One of Grindelwald's followers, for example?"

"No," Harry said firmly. "I'm not even sure if they really believe I'm alive."

Tom nodded, and they walked onwards. It was very soon after this when Harry saw that they were walking towards a Wizarding inn a little while along the street. They headed straight into it after a little more conversation, and Harry found it was quite quiet and peaceful. About five or six Witches and Wizards could be seen talking and enjoying a drink amongst the tables, and a lone bartender stood at a counter that lined the right hand side of the room. Tom headed towards this Wizard, and Harry followed.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked merrily, smiling.

"Actually, we merely wish to rent a room," Tom responded, not returning the grin.

The bartender looked up at Tom at this, before his eyes travelled to survey Harry too. "You brothers or something?"

"Yes," Tom lied smoothly.

The Wizard refreshed his smile, which had faltered before. "How long will you be staying for, then?"

"A week or two, at least."

"What's your name?"

"Tom Riddle."

"And his?"

"Eric," Tom lied. "Eric Riddle."

Harry wondered why their names would be relevant.

"Well, Tom, Eric, let me see what I can do for you…" The bartender brought out a book from a shelf below the counter. It was massive, and it appeared very old.

"Do you keep track of all the people who stay here?" Tom asked softly.

"Yep," the bartender replied. "We've been doing it done for hundreds of years. Now let me see…" He appeared to be checking the most recent people staying in his inn. "We've had a lot of visitors, it being summer and all, and I'm afraid that we don't have any rooms with two beds free…"

Harry felt something cause a slight movement upon the very air. Yet there weren't any doors within the inn open.

"Are there any rooms with double beds free?" Tom asked.

A crease formed between the eyebrows of the bartender as he frowned down at the book in front of him in confusion. Harry suddenly worried whether the barman found this an odd request… until he recognised the symptoms of the Confundus Charm. He smiled a little. Tom had doubtlessly cast this spell upon the Wizard.

The bartender's look of confusion only subsided when he saw that there was indeed a room with a double bed free. He smiled again, and looked up. "It seems that you're in luck! We have just the room for you."

"Very good," Tom commented.

The bartender's smile suddenly faltered again, as he looked at the two boys in front of him. "You're alright with sharing the same bed?"

"We're brothers," Tom reminded him.

The bartender smiled again, and his confusion left him. "Of course." But the confusion came back again, and Harry became aware of the fact that the charm must have been too strong, coming from Tom. "Why don't you just have two separate single bedrooms?"

Tom didn't even bother answering. Harry felt him use another spell nonverbally, and the bartender's expression almost completely slipped away. He wore a vacant countenance, and couldn't seem to focus on anything before Tom spoke again.

"Book us a room for two," he ordered quietly.

This order was followed easily, and the barman began scribbling down their details in his book, perhaps by Tom's continuing commands in his head. Tom and Harry were told what room they would be staying in, and they left to find it. The other Witches and Wizards who talked and laugh in other parts of the room hadn't noticed anything odd about the new arrivals to the inn, and neither had the bartender, who, as a result of being under the Imperius Curse, no longer had the ability to think properly. Harry smiled a little as they made their way up a flight of rickety wooden stairs.

Their room was simple, but it appeared comfortable enough. A bed was stationed directly across from the entrance to the room, with a wide space of floor stretching out on the three sides of it that didn't rest against a wall. There was a desk on the left side of the room, as well as a window that had a nice view of the street outside, and the currently pitch black sky. To the right there was a chest of drawers resting against a well, and an evident bathroom, currently unlighted and closed. When Tom shut the door behind himself and Harry, every noise from the room downstairs was blocked out. At this Harry supposed their room was soundproof.

Tom moved further into the room, and placed his trunk at the end of their new bed. Harry did the same, glad to reflect that their journey here was finally over. He found Tom examining him as he stood up fully to face his lover. Tom smiled at Harry softly, and walked forwards to close the distance between them. "Eric Riddle," he said very quietly. "I cannot say that I dislike it, even if the surname is somewhat tainted…"

Harry smiled back, and felt Tom's hand close around his own. "But the name wasn't even needed," he pointed out. "What happened with the Confundus Charm you tried to use?"

"It was either too powerful, or else merely the incorrect spell to use on that Wizard personally," Tom said. "The Imperius Curse was far more effective."

"He'll know we did something to him," Harry asserted.

Another smile curled on the corners of Tom's lips. "I don't think he'll suspect anything…"

Harry attempted to work out what Tom might mean, but he couldn't guess. He knew that Tom must have given him some silent orders with the Imperius Curse, however. "What did you tell him to do?"

"Drink," Tom admitted. "Enough to make him think he got drunk off an unexpected impulse, thus making him forget who we really were. He will doubtlessly be far too embarrassed to talk to us about our room, or the fact that he listed 'Voldemort and Tromedlov' as our names for staying here."

"Tromedlov?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Voldemort backwards," Tom said, smirking. "I merely found it amusing… I don't expect you to keep a name so ghastly."

Harry laughed a little, glad that Tom found some enjoyment in all of this. "This seems like a lot of bother for just renting a room."

"In contradiction, I find it quite adventurous," Tom said. He smiled again, and brought Harry's hand to his lips. "For getting the perfect room, it's a fair price."

Tom kissed his hand softly, his eyes only breaking away from Harry's for a moment as he closed them. "I can't imagine what getting a proper apartment will be like with you…" Harry said, craving more of Tom's touch.

"It will be worth it," Tom whispered, lowering Harry's hand and moving forwards a little more. "If I can still keep you as my little secret…"

Tom leant forwards to press his lips against Harry's gently. Both of them were still for a moment, savouring how wonderful it felt to kiss again before Harry replied to Tom slightly more passionately. Tom licked Harry's lips, and Harry felt dizzy. Their kiss deepened, and Tom's hands began sliding along Harry's waist. Harry's hands travelled to clutch Tom's thick, dark hair. Their breath was becoming more rough and uneven with every second, as their bodies pressed together in this feverish embrace.

Tom broke away from their kiss slightly to begin kissing Harry's neck. Harry gasped lightly, and Tom began pushing him backwards. They fell onto the bed, and broke apart for a minute. Tom smiled at the sight of Harry lying below him, and Harry basked in the glory of seeing Tom with his hair muffled, and his craving evident. Tom always seemed to enjoy dominating the other boy, it seemed. He began kissing Harry's neck again, his hands sliding along Harry's chest to find his Slytherin tie. This would be the last time Tom would have to remove these school clothes, Harry knew.

Tom's lips moved towards Harry's ear, and he licked his earlobe lustfully, before sucking on it. Harry moaned softly as a shiver ran along his spine. Tom hissed his name in Parseltongue, and he licked him again, pulling away the Slytherin tie and unbuttoning his shirt effortlessly. Harry's breath began coming in gasps that he had no control over, as he felt Tom's hands slide down his chest. He could barely believe his wonderful it felt to be with Tom like this again.