Author's note: For those of you that decided to keep reading, you have the reward of some smut, enjoy!
Harry blinked furiously, he didn't know where he was. He was lying on a bed even larger than his four-poster from school. He glanced down at himself in horror, realising that he was shirtless, though he was wearing some form of silky bottoms.
"Sorry, but your clothes were so vile I had them burnt," Tom drawled from beside Harry. Harry froze, and slowly turned. Yep, there was Tom Riddle, propped beside Harry on the bed. Before he could think to move, Tom leant closer and kissed the Gryffindor. He opened his mouth to protest and Tom's tongue slid into his mouth, caressing so expertly he couldn't help his moan.
Tom pulled back, his long finger tracing the lion's bottom lip. "You have a piece of my soul inside you," he stated. "I can taste it."
"What are you going to do to me?" Harry asked, voice soft with apprehension.
"Why would I hurt you?" Tom murmured.
"You have before," Harry pointed out.
"I wasn't in my right mind," he stated. "And my younger version had no idea how important you are, or he wouldn't have hurt you." Harry blinked. "I'm going to give you what you want," he spoke temptingly.
"What do you know about what I want?" Harry retorted, courage returning at last.
Tom curled his fingers beckoningly, and Draco appeared at Harry's other side. The blonde leant close and kissed Harry's gaping mouth, teasing, coaxing and claiming until the brunet moaned. He pulled back with a smirk and began kissing down Harry's torso.
"Draco," Harry breathed. He continued his descent. "Draco stop!"
"Why?" the blonde drawled, glancing up from where he hovered over Harry's stomach.
"You shouldn't do this because you were ordered to," Harry stated.
"I'm not," the blonde replied with a broad smirk, before he slipped his tongue beneath the brunet's bottoms, making his back arch as he moaned. He smirked and tugged Harry's hard shaft from its confines, licking his lips at the sight of the lion's pretty cock, already weeping. His tongue flicked over the head, lapping up the beads of precome, causing Harry to cry out. Taking pity on the lion, he took his cock into his mouth, applying himself eagerly to giving him his first blow job, determined that he would enjoy it thoroughly.
Harry screamed as he came, spilling his seed down Draco's throat. The snake swallowed and rose off the lion's cock, tucking him back into his trousers and settling by his free side.
"If this was your way of getting back-" he panted harshly.
Draco leant forward, cutting him off with a kiss, encouraging the brunet to taste himself, as he claimed his mouth. Harry moaned, closely followed by Draco. When he pulled back, they were both panting. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Draco murmured.
"Which part?"
"Both," he replied with a smirk as he settled a possessive hand over the lion's stomach.
Harry glanced from Draco to Tom. "Why are you doing this?"
"I want you happy and healthy," Tom replied. "You host a piece of my soul, I want you protected. The easiest way to ensure you don't do anything stupid, and risk yourself, is to keep you happy. By keeping you healthy, I have the greater chance to ensure you live a long life."
"I don't always – ah!" he cut off as Draco's fingers teased along his pelvis, "have a choice on the risking myself part."
"So sensitive," Draco drawled happily.
"Keep your fingers still," Tom ordered.
"Why?" Harry asked before Draco could, making the blonde's smirk widen.
"Because I want you to be able to think. To ask what you want to, before you feel you're too far in. An honest, open discussion early on, can prevent an unnecessary rebellion later."
"Open and honest?" Harry questioned, eyebrows raised.
"I am willing to use darker means to get what I want, if someone is a problem or in the way, but no wanton killing or torturing." Harry hummed. "You disapprove?"
"I understand the urge to kill someone who hurt you," he replied slowly. "I could have killed Pettigrew when I learnt the truth, or stepped aside while others did, but I chose not to. If I did, I would be lowering myself to his level, which I refused to do. And besides, why kill? Even using the slowest, most drawn out death, they're then at peace. Better to leave them alive. Pettigrew was petrified of facing the Dementors, so by turning him in, he faced a fate far worse than death. If you wanted, you could have someone put in Azkaban, and visit them periodically, causing them enough pain to add to their torment. If you did it right, they'd start to crave your visits, hoping that this time, you'd go too far and end their suffering," he finished, voice filled with dark temptation.
Draco bit his bottom lip, shuddering. Tom eyed the lion appraisingly. The blonde let out a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry, I can't keep still," he breathed, and leant close to the lion, claiming his eager mouth, his hands gliding up and down his torso possessively. Harry mewled needily.
When Draco pulled back a string of saliva connected their mouths. Harry moaned, eyes half-mast. "Feeling needy little lion?" the blonde drawled. Harry nodded. "Do you want me to touch you?" He nodded again eagerly. Smirk wider, Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's hard cock a split second after he released it with his magic, gauging from the lion's moans and mewls what he liked, and what he needed. Just as Harry was nearing the peak, Draco shifted so he took the head of Harry's cock into his mouth, causing his lion to come. He swallowed and gentled the lion through his orgasm.
He settled beside him again, running his fingers through the brunet's wild hair. "Wh-" Harry cut off and cleared his throat. "Why did you do that?"
Draco grinned. "I like the way you taste," he breathed, leaning close for a kiss Harry happily submitted to.
"At this rate, this conversation is going to take all day," Tom drawled.
"And?" Draco retorted as he came up for air.
"While you might not mind, I do have others things to do with my time," he drawled. Harry frowned. Tom caught Harry's chin in his hand, making the younger brunet meet his eyes. "You are important to me," he stated. "I want you protected, and happy. If you need me, or something from me, I want you to come to me. No matter when, or what I might be doing. Is that clear?"
"What if you can't give me what I want?"
"Then I will give you a very good reason why," he stated firmly. Harry opened his mouth and closed it again. "Yes?"
"I want my godfather's name cleared," he said softly.
"Easily done."
"Would he be in danger here?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"No." Harry blinked at the force in Tom's voice. "He is important to you, and therefore important to me. His safety would make you happy, and therefore it will be so. From my followers at least." He smiled. "Anything else?" Harry's eyes flicked to Draco. "Something to do with Bellatrix perhaps?"
"Did she really torture the Longbottoms to insanity?"
"Yes," Tom replied, distaste clear.
Harry took a deep breath. "I want Neville and his grandmother to be safe," he stated firmly. "If you have need of Bellatrix, fine, just keep her away from me." He met Tom's eyes squarely. "I can't guarantee what I would do to her." His grin turned a little dark. "And I have been known to lose control of my magic when I lose my temper."
Draco shivered, while Tom's eyes became appreciative. "Draco," he stated, that alone enough to make the blonde still. "Anything else?"
"Better rights for non-Wizarding Races. If the werewolves, goblins and centaurs were treated better, there wouldn't have been as many problems in the past. Just don't limit it to those Races, please, those are just the ones I've had the chance to talk to. Although admittedly, Firenze was the main Centaur who was nice to me, the others," he waved his hand from side to side. "Though I can't blame them, they have a 'you treat us horribly, we'll do the same when we can get away with it' mentality going on. Which I understand completely." He narrowed his eyes. "What are your views on muggles, muggle-borns, and their sympathisers?"
"As long as we are kept separate from them, I have no problems with muggles. The same for muggle-borns, as long as they embrace our culture, rather than taint it with theirs. And sympathisers are only a problem if they make themselves one."
"How do you expect muggle-borns to embrace Wizarding culture if they are not taught it? They have no choice but to bring muggle ideas with them, they have no others," Harry ranted. "I couldn't be the only one who had no clue that magic existed before they got their Hogwarts letter!"
"Seriously?" Draco asked, surprised. Harry nodded. "What about your cases of accidental magic?"
"I didn't realise they were me. I knew that strange, inexplicable things seemed to happen around me, but not how or why," he replied with a shrug.
"You have a point," Tom acknowledged.
"So my friends, Hermione, the Weasleys, Seamus, Dean, are safe?"
Tom nodded. "I have a list of those you care for, I'll have you look it over another time to check, and I plan to circulate the list of names to my followers. I will make sure they know I will be very upset if they harm anyone on that list."
"Thank you."
Tom tilted his head to the side. "It is hardly any trouble. There are always those that are best left alone, even if they can be a pain."
"And by sparing them, you have a greater chance of swaying them to your side," Harry remarked with a smirk.
"That too. Any other requests? You can ask more another time, obviously, but is there anything you want to ask for now?"
"Can you have Rita Skeeter face comeuppance for what she published last year?" Harry asked slowly. "She annoyed me. I hated the fact she spread lies about me, deliberately twisted and embellished stories. Surely, as an underaged wizard, I should be protected from such things unless my guardians agreed?"
"Are you sure your guardians didn't?" Draco asked.
Harry scoffed. "They wouldn't, even if she had offered them loads of money. They wouldn't want anything to do with one of our kind," he added, his tone snide and derogatory.
"Anything else?" Harry shook his head. "Then I shall leave the two of you alone," he stated. He slipped from the bed, the door shutting quietly behind him a moment later.
Harry looked at Draco. "Why are you really here?"
Draco sighed. "The Dark Lord came to me for information about you. It was clear, by the way I talked about you, that I have feelings for you. He became convinced, from what I told him of our interactions, that you desired me as well." Draco smiled shyly. "I was glad he was right."
Harry leant up and kissed Draco sweetly, making the blonde's smile widen. "When did we first meet?"
"At Madam Malkin's," Draco replied softly. "Though most who know us think it happened on the Hogwarts Express." He grinned. "It was because of me that you first got on a broom. Well, me and Neville's Remembrall. Convinced?"
"I can't imagine that they would be details he would be interested in," Harry replied.
"It's sweet you wanted to check I wasn't bespelled," Draco breathed, leaning close to the brunet until their lips were only inches apart.
"Don't tease," Harry whimpered.
Draco kissed him soft and sweet, and stroked his hair gently. "Poor Harry. Are you feeling particularly needy today? Is it that you're finally getting what you want? Or are you touch starved?"
"All three I think," he replied honestly.
Draco nodded. "No full sex then." Harry pouted making Draco laugh. "Sorry love, but I don't want to do anything you'll regret. If you still want to when we get to your birthday, then we can."
"But that's weeks away!"
"Two weeks, two days," Draco informed. "And you'll live," he replied with a smile. "I didn't say that I would stop touching you, little lion," he breathed temptingly. "Only that we wouldn't get to full sex before then."
Harry scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well for starters…" Draco drawled, shifting so that he straddled the brunet's pelvis, pressing his hard cock against the lion's. They both moaned.
"Now what?" Harry panted.
"You really have no clue about sex, do you?" Draco asked, making his lion blush. The blonde smirked. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you," he breathed, voice temptation personified, leaning close until their lips were inches apart.
Harry leant up, closing the distance between them with a needy moan, shifting his hips, questing friction. Draco pulled back with a laughing moan. "Here," he breathed, thrusting his hips, caressing his lion's cock with his own.
"Draco," he moaned.
"That's it," he purred, picking up the tempo of his thrusts. "Moan my name just like that," he entreated, each thrust of his cock causing the brunet to chant his name. He coaxed his lion over the edge, following a split second later.
With a flick of the wrist, he had them both clean, and settled on his side beside his lion, gently stroking his flyaway hair. Harry blinked back to awareness with a soft, shy smile. Draco leant down and kissed his lion sweetly, pulling back after a few moments.
"What was that for?" Harry breathed.
"To make you smile properly," Draco replied with a smile of his own.
Harry grinned and stretched languidly. "Is there any of my stuff here?"
"Yes. After finding you, it was child's play to gather your belongings. It was carried out without causing harm to anyone," he assured. Conflicting emotions played across the brunet's expression. "What?" the blonde asked curiously.
"I can't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed," he replied honestly.
Draco grinned. "Your good and wicked sides at odds?" he teased.
Harry smiled. "More like my noble and Marauder sides at war," he replied ruefully.
"Oh?"
Harry rolled onto his side and snuggled close to the blonde. "When my Dad was at school, he had three friends, and the four of them got up to a lot of mischief."
"Like the Weasley Twins?"
"Worse, I think," he replied. "They never created their own products, but I'm pretty certain they created far more mischief than the twins ever did. Though, I haven't had any confirmations on this, more like snippets here and there." He grinned. "I inherited a few tendencies from my Dad. Why do you think I get on with Fred and George so well?" His head tilted. "I really should tell them who the Marauders were, I'm sure Ron wouldn't have thought to do it, and they only know who they were…by reputation, as it were."
"By reputation?" Draco drawled.
"They know the nicknames they used to refer to each other, rather than their actual identities. For some reason, it keeps slipping my mind."
"When did you discover it for yourself?"
"Hmm…around the time of Buckbeak's execution, I think," he replied haltingly.
"I'm onto you," Draco drawled, smirking when Harry blinked at him innocently. "You know exactly when, you're simply protecting your secrets." Harry grinned, unrepentant. "Regardless, you have had a lot happen between then and now, between the Quidditch Cup and the Triwizard Tournament, your thoughts have been consumed."
"That's a pretty way of saying my mind's been on other things," Harry murmured. He sighed. "Every time I remembered that I ought to tell them, something happened that knocked it out of my head."
"They'll understand." Harry gave him a flat look. "Or rather, they're too fond of you to retaliate in their usual way."
Harry laughed. "I suppose so…" He glanced at Draco sidelong. "Will I be going back to school?"
"Yes," he replied instantly. "Unless of course you didn't want to, then arrangements would be made."
"How would that work, with wanting me to have a long life?"
"You'd have Slytherins looking after you, whether you wanted them to or not," he replied with a grin, making Harry laugh softly. "Do you want to go back?" he asked, running his fingers through Harry's hair.
"Yes, and no," he replied honestly.
"How so?"
"There are bits I love about Hogwarts, and those I hate," he stated. He tilted and locked eyes with Draco solemnly. "You'd have to tell Tom everything I say, wouldn't you?"
"He hasn't asked me to report back," he stated. "But if he asked, then I would have to unless I could give him a compelling reason."
"Compelling reason?"
"If say, the only way you would open up was for me to give my word not to share anything we discuss. He wouldn't have me break my word, most especially not to you."
"But he'd be upset with you," Harry murmured.
"He would, and he wouldn't," he replied honestly. "He would be happy that I was putting you first, even as he was annoyed at not being able to know all that he wanted."
Harry licked his lips. "How about I give you a loophole?" he suggested. Draco's eyebrows arched. "You give me your word that you will keep what we discuss to yourself, unless something I share makes you concerned for my wellbeing."
"Done," Draco responded. He blinked. "Although, I probably should have let you check that was the promise you wanted first," he replied grimacing.
Harry laughed. "You're a Slytherin, you couldn't help yourself," he teased semi-seriously.
"There is that," he replied with a smile. "So?" he prompted.
Harry regarded Draco solemnly, then blew out a breath as he sat up, the blonde following suit. "You realise that most of these things neither of you would be able to do anything about anyway."
"Regardless," he murmured, running his fingers through Harry's hair, "tell me."
"The favouritism of certain Heads of House that isn't shown by my own," he admitted. Draco repressed a smile. "Seriously, I think she's the only one that doesn't! I told you it wasn't something you could help with," he pointed out.
He blew out a breath. "That so many things are decided for me," he murmured. "Did you know I wasn't even asked if I wanted to be on the Team?" Draco blinked. "Yeah, McGonagall appeared, and I'm thinking 'oh Merlin, I'm going to be expelled', she makes we wait outside a room and asks to borrow 'Wood', so I think I'm going to get beaten, next thing I know I'm in training for my House's team."
He looked down. "The student body's shifting opinion of me," he admitted. "They go from one extreme to the other; hating my guts, or worshiping the ground I walk on. It's rather…uncomfortable."
Draco leant forward and kissed his forehead gently, causing his lion to smile. "And Snape," he admitted hurriedly. "He hates me, and treats me horridly every chance he gets, insulting me, my Dad, my Godfather, basically everyone I care about except my Mum – and you of course," he added. "Nothing I ever do is right, no matter how hard I try I always fail, and I know that nothing I do will ever change the opinion he's formed of me, and don't you dare," he said, eyes filling with tears, "try and make him change that, because it'll only make it worse." He sniffed. "And I was so looking forward to potions when he did his first speech," he admitted, voice tinged by the tears he refused to shed. "That's what I was doing you know, when he first picked on me, making notes on what he was saying, so eager to start learning. And I had started reading my books, but I was trying to read all of them at the same time, so I hadn't gotten as far as that in 1001 Magical Herbs and Fungi."
"Come here," the blonde urged, holding his arms open for the brunet, cradling him close the moment he shifted. "It's all right to let it out," he spoke gently, stroking his hair soothingly.
"I don't want to get you wet," he retorted. A flick of the wrist and they were both fully clothed. "That wasn't what I meant," he muttered.
Draco tilted Harry's chin up. "You bottle up far too much of your emotions. You should let them out." Harry shook his head vehemently. "Why not?"
"Because…I lose control of my magic when I do," he admitted in a rush. Draco blinked. "The only time I didn't, was when I brought back Cedric, 'cause I was trying so hard not to lose it."
"And you were in shock."
"Maybe, there was a lot to process."
Draco regarded his lion seriously. "If I can find somewhere, where it would be safe for you to lose control of your magic, would you?" Harry stilled, then slowly nodded. "Then I shall."
Harry visibly pulled himself together. "Thanks."
The blonde sighed, and tugged him close again. "At least let me hold you, for as long as I can," he requested.
"I have no problem with that," he murmured, snuggling close.