AN: Like two sentences of spanking, and a bit of frustration.
Harry-
I roll my ankle in my hands. My back is against a wall in whatever this room is supposed to represent.
"Are you going to sit over there this whole time?" Tom asks.
"I can learn defense from over here," I say.
He stands up quickly. I look over to him, at his lips firmly scowling. My heart jumps.
"That's enough, Harry. I heard you," he says, "in the library. I heard you."
"Everything?" I ask.
"Most likely not," he admits.
At least we avoided that misunderstanding. This is so dumb! We don't sound like ourselves, we're acting like puppets on a string made to dance by a very cruel, heartless master. Tom is being too nice and I-
I care too much about him. It's all wrong but..I don't care.
"Then why does it matter, Thomas, what you think you heard?" I ask stiffly.
"What matters is that you're being petty and childish without cause and- you were the last person in the world to think that I'm not some kind of soulless demon child. I want to change things. I want to make things better. But everyone wants a monster, so I'll give them what they want," he says.
My eyes widen in horror. Shit. No. I was doing so well and now the thing that tips him over the edge won't be his Muggle father. It will be me, his last hope, giving up on him. Am I really the only one who's made an effort to see him? To care about him?
"No, Tom. You're not a monster," I say.
Not yet. Please, not ever.
"You promised you'd never leave. Nearly five months ago. And three years before that. I told you what they thought. You swore you'd never think that way," Tom says.
I walk over to him and touch his arm. Shit, shit, shit. I remember.
"I don't, Tom," I say.
"I heard you," he says angrily.
"You're not very good at eavesdropping," I say fondly, "I didn't mean that, Tommy. Didn't the fact that I was sobbing tell you I was trying to convince myself it was a good thing you don't care about me?" I say.
"I?" he shouts, a fragment of a sound.
He pulls me roughly by my collar and shoves his tongue into my mouth.
-Tom-
"You hurt me," I say against Harry's skin, "we can't have that."
I push him against the wall and hold his wrists. I almost said.. He's too concerned about me. I have to distract him.
"I-"he says.
I bite his lip and he opens his mouth into the perfect "o." I nearly shove him to the floor and slip his pants off before grabbing his hips and flipping him around to expose his flesh. I throw my hand forward with a loud slap.
"You can't apologize until you know pain," I say.
I leave a trail of small bite marks down his ass. I sink my teeth in each time I bring my hand down and when I'm finished the surface is peppered with the indentations of my teeth and a mottled red. I scratch my nails down his back. He's scooting towards my fingers. I flip him over again and try a different kind of torture. I slide my fingers along every inch of skin-ignoring only his cock and the hard nubs of his nipples. His lip is wrenched tightly between his teeth. I pull my fingers down to the inside of his thighs.
"I'm sorry, Tom. Please," he begs.
I line myself up with his tight hole and, with a quick spell to stretch and slick, (contrary to popular belief, I am not a monster) press myself inside roughly.
I watch my length pull in and out of Harry and then lean forward to bury my mouth in his neck.
-Harry-
I kneel on the ground and shake as Tom rocks into me. He slides his tongue down my neck and then follows it with the edge of his teeth. I let loose a loud moan. He nibbles my shoulders and the feeling keeps me grounded while his pumping sends me skyward. Tom pumps and pounds and precum leaks from my cock. Like beats of a drum-an overenthusiastic drum- he hits my prostate. I dig my fingers into the wooden floor and lay my face onto it to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.
Tom slides out of me.
"Sit up, Harry," Tom says.
It's almost a plea. I do what he says and open my mouth to accept what my lover has to offer me. He needs this. I need this. I grip his knees to steady myself. He holds the back of my head firmly. I attempt to swallow much more than I am able. His cock pulses. I struggle not to gag. I roll my tongue over the underside of his cock and hum a little. I want him to enjoy this. It's my own plea. I want him to love me. I give myself to him entirely with the next suck. He doesn't notice. I lock eyes with him and cum onto the floor. I give one long, needy suck and he explodes into my mouth. I back off and the second burst covers my cheek. Tom looks down at me; I look up at him.
"I'm not prepared for you to leave me again," I say quietly.
And you aren't making it easier by having sex with me every time I try to go.
I walk over to the bed and mash my face against the pillow. I don't bother to do anything about my cheek before I do. Tom lays down beside me, tucking my body neatly into his embrace.
"I'm not going to leave you again," he says.
He kisses my neck. I turn around and hide my face in his chest. He wraps his arms around me, pressing my body flush against his. I sigh.
"Thank you for putting up with me, Tommy. I'm ridiculous," I mumble.
"You deserve the world. We both do. And I- I'm going to get it for us," he says.
I fall asleep slowly and all at once.
-Lucius-
"Shall we talk?" I ask.
I've wedged myself into the nook where Severus hides from the world. He catalogues ingredients and doesn't pay me the slightest attention.
"Oh, Severus. You never want me around, we never talk, you kissed me and ran yesterday," I say.
"Lucius?" Severus says, "Shut up."
I pull a corked bottle from a row of completed potions. The curving surface gleams a pearly red.
"What's in here?" I ask.
He takes it from me.
"Something deadly. Go away," he says.
I grab hold of his hair, move it out of the way, and press my lips against his neck.
"Tell me," I say.
He pushes me away.
"It's Amortentia," he says.
"It's highly difficult to brew and illegal to use. What would you want with a love potion?" I aks
He shrugs.
"Worked on you, didn't it?" he smirks.
I take it back and allow myself an undignified snort.
"I just wanted to see if I could do it. I want to be a Potions Master," he says.
I pull back and tug at the cork.
"What are you doing, Lucius?" Severus asks.
"Not 'Malfoy' anymore, am I?" I ask.
He makes a nondescript sound. I bring the bottle to my nose and sniff it carefully. I can sense the warm jasmine and mint of shampoo, an earthy smell, and something that isn't so much a smell as a feeling I can't identify. I pop the cork back in and shrug.
"Just curious," I say.
"I don't understand you," he says.
I laugh.
"Tell me, you talked to Potter. What happened?" I ask.
"He forgave me. Didn't think he deserved an apology. I- I don't know why I'm telling you this," he says.
I shrug and put the bottle back in its row. I must've gotten some on my hands because the smell of wood chips and dirt still lingers.
"Because I asked," I say.
"Why won't you go away?" Severus asks.
"Because you don't want me to," I say.
He moves all of the bottles out of the way and looks into ym eyes.
"Everyone leaves eventually," he says.
I tie his hair up to the side.
"I like seeing your neck," I murmur.
I press my lips against the pale surface. He breathes out. I nip at the place where his collarbone meets his shoudler. I make to push him backwards but his grip on me tightens and he lowers me down.
"You just don't learn, do you?" he says.
He pulls the band from his hair while shaking his head. He grips the sides of my face before tugging my hair into a low ponytail. He follows the curve of my er with his lips, pressing gently against unexpectedly sensitive flesh.
"Not here, Lucius. Not in a hallway," he says.
"Harry would," I grumble.
Severus's eyes blaze.
"I didn't need to know that," he says.
"Not with me, calm down. You know he's besotted with Tom," I say, "You see I'm still living."
I sigh. This is the perfect moment, but he's unravelling my plans.
And I don't care.
