June 30, 1945
The person he'd been pining for since fourth year was now straddling his waist, holding him, and stroking him like a touch starved harlot, parched of affection. After consuming the Amortentia, Harry yearned for Tom's attention and kept Tom within his greedy sight.
Amortentia was the most powerful and effective love potion. Though it could not manifest love out of thin air, unlike aphrodisiacs, it couldn't provoke unbidden lust and reduce men to beasts. Although lust did not automatically mean authentic "love", it easily replicated the baser instincts of lust already existing within the affected party, in an attempt to imitate what most knew to be feelings of love.
The Slytherin brushed the cloth hanging off of Harry's shoulders aside, and gazed at the uncovered skin reverentially. His hands obsessively swept in large arcs, watching in awed fascination as the exposed flesh erupted in golden goosebumps under the loving rays of light. The young man in his lap shivered delicately as Tom raked his appreciative eyes over his form.
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"Tom…" Harry wearily laid on the pillow, ambiguous red marks spread all over his lean and sturdy back.
Tom narrowed his eyes, half of his body covering over Harry's.
"...I love you," the Amortentia-drugged Harry said as he closed his eyes.
Tom's eyes suddenly widened, fixedly staring at Harry who's eyes had already closed, and tightened his arms.
He'd never thought 'love' was such an impactful word.
"I could force him to fall in love with you."
"I just want to keep him."
But, he's no longer satisfied with just keeping him anymore - what should he do?
