(Tom's P.O.V)

Watching the countryside rush passed, like a river of colours, I sat across from my Harry as he bounced with excitement. We were on our way to the mysterious magical boarding school, the Hogwarts we'd read so much about. Miss Cordelia had given me the book, and I shared it with my Harry to make sure he knew as much as I about what to expect when we left home.

Harry had told Miss Cordelia about my voice cracking before I could cover it up. She spoke to me privately, which I was thankful for, so she could ask me if other things were happening. I described my voice breaking, and the strange reaction my body was having under my trousers. She seemed to be trying to school her expression and suggested I spoke to her husband. I quickly refused. I trusted her more than him. She explained it was most likely just puberty and hired a healer to confirm and give me potions to make transitions easier. However, the erection sometimes gave me serious trouble. They came out of nowhere and made everything very embarrassing. Although I dealt with them as quickly as I could, remembering the sultry book I'd stolen from Ms Cole and having my Harry as a lover. Though it was not something I would share with him before he was ready. When he reached the proper age, I would ask him to be mine. Until then, I'll just treat him as such.

"What house do you want to be in?" Harry asked, drawing me back to the present. "I don't care, I just wanted to try and make sure we stay together."

My sweet Harry. "Hopefully Slytherin, maybe Ravenclaw. Whichever you'd prefer, my Harry."

He flushed that pretty pink that was quickly becoming my favourite colour with him, and agreed to Slytherin. It made the most sense, he said, because of the book he'd bought me. I liked that he could read the squiggles that the Potters stared at without comprehension. The wandmaker gave us wands that shared a core, like we were connected on more than just a physical level. I just wished he saw it as I did.

"Did I hear you boys wanted to join Slytherin?"

We turned to the compartment door, where there was a stranger in the doorway. He looked our age, standing proud like he thought he was royalty. It agitated me, but I didn't show it. He kept talking or more accurately bragging that his family has been in Slytherin for centuries, so he was like a prince within the house. He suggested if we were lucky enough to be a part of his house, we should stick with him. He asked my name, and was immediately disinterested in the answer. Miss Cordelia had warned me there would be pureblood supremacists here, and without a posh pureblood last name I'd be lower than dirt.

"And you are?" He asked, looking down his nose at Harry.

"Harry Potter."

He smiled, a shine in his eyes that I distinctly didn't like," that's more like it."

My Harry turned his confused eyes to me, and I tried to keep my anger inside. It wasn't him that sparked my bad mood and he'd think it was. The blonde sat beside him and introduced himself as Abraxas Malfoy. He offered his hand, which my Harry shook as his eyes flicked to mine. The bastard pinched my Harry's chin in between his finger and thumb to pull his eyes back to meet his gaze.

"Your eyes are very green, breathtakingly so." He winked.

Harry blushed! The beautiful pink overcame his cheeks as it should only do for me, and the smug bastard stood and grinned to me before leaving us alone. It upset me that this boy I'd never met got so under my skin, and dared to make such a comment to my Harry. He looked to me, biting his lip like he did whenever he was thinking very hard about something. Then he stood up to take the seat next to me.

"Do you think my eyes are pretty too, Tom?"

I brushed the hair from his face, looking at the hopeful glint in his eyes. It calmed my angry fire immediately. He was still my sweet Harry. I stroked his cheeks, and planted a kiss between his brows.

"My beautiful, sweet Harry. Your eyes are beyond breathtaking, and that foolish blonde prat doesn't know how to appreciate how beautiful you are."

He blushed again, his eyes closing as he brought his lips to mine, and I almost called Abraxas back to witness that Harry was mine. His breathtaking eyes were mine, his adorable pink blush was mine, and his saintly lips were mine. Always and forever.

(Harry's P.O.V)

I avoided Abraxas when we left the train, made sure I pulled Tom to a different boat and stayed by my Tom's side when we waited in the entrance hall. He did wave once or twice, but I didn't wave back. He was making Tom jealous, and I didn't like it. So I stood by his side as we walked in.

"Wait for me, I'll meet you at the Slytherin table," he grinned.

The children were called alphabetically and sorted by the ragged hat on the stool. When it reached 'M', Malfoy rose and was seated to be sorted. As he predicted, he was in Slytherin. When my name was called, I also approached the stool to be sorted.

"Slytherin!"

I grinned to Tom as I rushed the table at the end, slowing when Abraxas shifted to make room for me. But there was still space next to someone on the other side, so I smiled and walked past him. When my Tom approached, he came to my side and Abraxas raised an amused brow. He mentioned something to Tom about not fighting battles it is clear he'd lose, but warned he'd pick up the slack if Tom dared to drop it.

"Never," Tom smirked.

The sudden change of Tom's attitude to the other boy rattled me, but when he turned his smile to me I relaxed. When he shared those wonderful smiles with me, I could tell myself my dreams could come true. My Tom and I could grow up and be so madly in love that we'd do anything for one another. I think it was love that I felt for Tom, at least the sweet childhood equivalent. And I hoped he felt something similar, he certainly got jealous as though he did.

"We'll eat, and then a prefect will show us to the dungeons, where our dorms are." Abraxas explained, "we'll have lessons tomorrow, so it's best to sleep early. But introduce yourself to your dormmates first. They're just about the only family we have here."

His words were punctuated by the glares of other houses, and I squirmed closer to Tom. I felt a hand squeeze my thigh, and my stress melted away. There would be more stress later, and in the morning, but for now it was just a peaceful dinner with my Tom and housemates. Maybe we'd make more friends here, with those who didn't think us freaks.