Chapter 62

Snape, Snakes, Sex, and Surprises

Harry and Voldemort returned home, where they set themselves up in the meeting room. A large almost dungeon-like room in the basement with only one large fireplace in front of which sat two throne-like chairs. Harry wordlessly sat in his seat as Voldemort moved to sit to the left of him. Voldemort took a breath, and in a matter of moments, his handsomeness was gone, replaced by the skeletal monster Harry only saw a few times. They were both silent for a moment before Voldemort looked down at Harry, who nodded. Voldemort then took out his wand and concentrated. They had no mark to summon them, but he knew that his followers would come all the same.

One by one, men dressed in black appeared, their faces unmasked, and Harry could recognize them all. He saw his friends' fathers and shook his head lightly when Mr. Parkinson stepped towards them to greet Harry. Then, as if begrudgingly, he appeared. Harry first saw the greasy-blacked hair before he saw the rest of his professor. Snape was talking with Mr. Malfoy, about what Harry did not know, however, he couldn't help but notice that Snape did everything he could to avoid looking towards the Dark Lord. He heard a soft hissing sound and a moment later, Salazar made his way onto Harry's lap.

"How did you get here? You should be back at Grimmauld Place," Harry hissed, rubbing his snake affectionately.

"Too dirty," was Salazar's response before coiling himself on Harry's lap. The snake was growing longer and longer every day. Harry surmised that soon he would be thicker than his arm, and possibly longer than even Tom! Their conversation seemed to have gotten the attention of the nearest Knights and Death Eaters, who all glanced at the boy, some with curiosity while others looking from the boy to the Dark Lord fearfully.

Voldemort raised his hand lazily and the conversations stopped. Those who still believed they were Death Eaters came up to him one by one, bowing lowly and kissing his feet before edging away. The Knights did not move but instead bowed lowly to the both of them. Voldemort lowered his hand and looked around at the silent crowd for a moment. His gaze focused on Snape, who, instead of looking at him, was staring at the Prince. "My friends, my true family," Voldemort began, "I will begin by introducing to you all, my most important follower, the one who has helped your master since he was a small boy, one who satisfied all of my needs. Our Dark Prince." Harry raised a lazy hand in acknowledgment. Their Knights all clapped politely, as well as the Death Eaters, however, both Harry and Voldemort noticed the horrified faces on some of them, especially Snape's. "Yes, our Dark Prince, who has helped your beloved Lord return while some of you have forgotten about your merciful lord. But we are not here to discuss that. No, my brothers, we are here to speak of more important manners. Thanks to Orion Moonstone, our alliance with the werewolves is stronger than ever, even after the unfortunate tragedy of Greyback's demise. What then, of the other dark creatures? Where are we with the giants and vampires?"

Voldemort settled back in his throne and Harry did the same as one of their Knights stepped up to report about the vampires. "Did you see Snape's face? He looked like he was about to explode," Harry hissed.

"Shh, I'm listening, but yes, it seems that Snape does not appear to like our development," Voldemort hissed back. They were silent for a moment as the Knight finished his report, all Harry could gather was that they were going well as their party was the only ones to approach the vampires. Voldemort's hand found its way to Harry's thigh, brushing up towards Harry's groan. "Tom!" Harry hissed, "The others…"

"Will see their Lord delighting in what is his. Besides my love, don't you want to feel good?" Voldemort chuckled, his fingers brushing against Harry's clothed dick. Harry's breath hitched and Voldemort chuckled. "Continue," he ordered his Knights, who continued to give their update. Things with the giants seemed to have gotten a bit of a snag, from what letters their followers have received. Dumbledore has sent his own envoys, Hagrid and Maxime, to treat with the giants. Voldemort listened intently, his fingers brushing against Harry's dick purposefully, slowly bringing the teen to a full hard-on. "This Golgomath sounds promising. Tell our men to curry favor with him, cause an uprising if need you, just make sure that he is in charge by the end of it."

"Yes, my lord," the Knight said and he bowed.

"And lastly, Severus, step forward," Voldemort demanded. Snape stepped toward them and bowed lowly.

"My Lord."

"Rise, and tell us all what Dumbledore and his pathetic order are planning," Voldemort ordered. Snape did so but he did not look at Voldemort as he spoke, instead he stared at the Dark Prince.

Snape did so and nodded. "Dumbledore and the Order's priority is keeping the boy safe, as well as safeguarding that which they believe is your 'secret weapon.'" He reported.

"So Dumbledore has the boy then?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, my lord."

"You do not sound please for that fact," Voldemort commented. "Are you not happy to have your little savior safe and sound?"

"I—no my lord, of course, I am not," Snape said, still not meeting Voldemort's eyes and keep staring at the Prince. Harry shifted awkwardly and leaned towards Voldemort.

"Make him stop staring at me please."

"You seem to have quite an enthusiastic curiosity for our Prince," Voldemort said. "Snape, why are you staring at him and not me? You may speak openly."

"My Lord, I'm not—"

"You are wondering, I am sure, if he is one of your students, aren't you?" Voldemort chuckled. He moved his hand further up, cupping Harry's erection and squeezing tightly. "You would just hate the idea of your Lord touching one of your students like this. Is that not so?"

"I—My Lord," Snape sputtered. "He is just a child—"

"And my lover. He has already given himself fully to me," Voldemort said, his voice dripping with icy venom. "Any harsh words towards him or our relationship will be akin to personal betrayal. Keep watching Dumbledore, I want to know all of his plans. Now go, all of you."

He waved his free hand and all of the followers disappeared with black smoke. Before the last wisps disappeared, Harry was on Tom's lap, his glamour gone as they kissed passionately. "You really are a damn tease," Harry growled out, "What were you even thinking?"

"Just showing them what's mine love," Tom chuckled, "you certainly didn't seem to disagree." He cupped Harry's erection and Harry growled as he thrust into his hand.

"You prick."

Tom just chuckled and grabbed Harry's robes. It melted around both of them, dissolving itself and the clothes Harry wore underneath until he was sitting on Tom's lap naked, his pale body flushed with need and his cock throbbing. Harry moaned at the sudden coldness in the air and held onto Tom, "Is this what you want?" Harry purred. "To fuck your Prince on your throne?"

Tom chuckled and as an answer he latched onto Harry's neck, biting and sucking at one spot as his hands moved down the prince's body, cupping his smooth ass and spreading them. Harry rolled with it, gasping and moaning as Tom slipped a finger in, lube magically appearing inside his hole as Tom began the slow process of stretching Harry, his mouth never letting go of Harry's neck. There was a little pain as Tom's teeth broke skin as he pushed his finger further in, but soon the pain turned to bliss. "Daddy," Harry moaned. He knew his neck was bleeding. It throbbed almost as much as his dick, and Tom drank with such enthusiasm, Harry thought he was almost a vampire. Two fingers slid into Harry now, and Harry swore he was seeing stars when Tom found his prostate and kept jamming his fingers into it.

"Daddy, oh fuck Daddy," Harry moaned. Tom finally latched off of his bleeding neck and they stared lustfully for a moment, Harry barely comprehending how red Tom's lips were before they smashed together, and Harry tasted copper on his lips. His blood. Tom was feeding him his blood. It was disgusting at first. But then Harry found it somehow erotic and moaned as he thrust his tongue out to lick his blood off. Tom and Harry separated to smirk at each other and then kissed harder as Tom continued to stretch and prep Harry's hole.

"Mine," Tom grunted.

Hands moved with a great need as Harry and Tom worked to get Tom's pants opened. Tom lifted his hips just enough to free his thick cock. Harry grabbed it immediately, moaning at the hot pulsing member. Tom's fingers slid out of his hole and Harry helped guide the cock towards it. He sat down and screamed as Tom's cock slid into him, his hole burning as it stretched. "So good," Harry moaned. "More."

Tom groaned, his hands now squeezing Harry's ass. "You're so tight for me love," he hissed. "You love having my cock up your ass, don't you?"

"I do," Harry moaned. Tom spanked him and said, "Show me. Ride my cock, Harry. Make me cum deep inside you."

Harry felt like he was being speared in two. It did not matter how many times they've done it, every single time Tom sinks into him, it feels bigger and bigger, and the pain just felt so right. He nodded and hooked his arms around Tom's neck for support. He slowly moved up, his breath hitching at the burn of Tom's cock leaving him before falling down, screaming as it moved deeper inside him. He started slowly, rocking his hips as he did so until both men moaned. Tom's hand moved to play with Harry's nipples, and it drove Harry insane. Tom groped and slapped his body, leaving red marks wherever he pleased, and Harry begged for more, sliding up and down Tom's long thick cock all the same. His mouth and teeth soon replaced his hands, which went to squeeze Harry's ass as the boy continued to ride him, Tom thrusting up to meet Harry as they moved faster and rougher.

"Daddy, oh fuck me, Daddy," Harry panted. "Fuck your little snake please."

"Mine, mine," Tom said with an animalistic grunt. "My Harry, my snake—mine!" A hand appeared at Harry's throat and he held on tight, almost closing off Harry's circulation as he took full control. Harry felt magic and black mist move around them and suddenly their positions were switched. Harry was pinned to the chair, Tom's hand still on his throat as Tom was mercilessly fucking his hole. "Daddy!" Harry cried out, gasping and gulping every breath he could. The sound and smell of their sex filled the air until with one final push Tom came with a roar, cumming deep inside Harry and filling him with his seed. Harry came as well, his cock shaking violently from the sensation as a pleasure he did not even know existed rolled through his body, starting from his abused hole and reaching the ends of his hair and fingertips.

Tom pulled out and immediately went on his knees to lick and finger Harry's loose hole, pushing the cum deep inside. He could almost fit his entire fist as he moved on to kiss Harry, his tongue pushing into Harry's mouth, the boy tasting Tom's cum. "Soon," Tom promised him, "Soon I'll give you the world and it will be enough. We'll voyage around the lands, learning everything we can, and I'll give you our child, as my duty as your husband."

"Tom," Harry said breathlessly.

"Will that be enough?" Tom asked. Harry's body shook with emotions and he nodded, hugging Tom.

Their moment of bliss was interrupted, however, with a loud crack and Nooky appeared saying frantically, "Master Tom! Master Tom! They are looking for you! Emergency meeting at the Order!"

"Must be about our show," Tom said, looking irritated. "Nooky, make sure we have fresh clothes there ready for us—pajamas, if you will, along with my nightgown."

"Yes, Master Tom!" Nooky said and he disappeared with a bow. Tom's fist still in Harry, they both stared at each other for a moment, before Harry said, "Did you just order our house-elf with your fist in my asshole?"

"So?"

"God!" Harry groaned, his face bright scarlet, "You know now I can't face him for months now right? Get out of me and get us back already!" Tom laughed and slowly moved his fist away, holding up the cum and sex-covered hand in front of Harry with a devilish smirk.

"Not even going to help lick me clean, love?" he teased.

"You're so gross!" Harry said, moving his hand and both their bodies were clean in a moment. "Now!"

Tom laughed as he hugged Harry close, kissing him lightly, "I love you, Harry Potter," he said.

"I love you too Tom Riddle," Harry sighed as the darkness took them, "even if you are a prat at times. Go deal with the Order, I'll keep our bed warm." Back at Grimmauld, they dressed in their pajamas and Tom put on a dark blue nightgown over his before leaving his Harry tucked in bed. Nooky was there waiting for him and told Tom that they were in the kitchen.

"Ah you must be Thomas Adler, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," a voice said as soon as Tom walked in. He looked up and for a brief moment locked eyes with Albus Dumbledore. Will he know? Tom wondered. He felt at once a presence at the side of his head and smiled politely as he looked away subtly.

"I'm sorry for taking so long, Nooky tried to wake only me up, and it took the both of us to convince Harry to go back to sleep," Tom said smoothly as he looked around. Everyone else was dressed in their pajamas with a cloak or nightgown over them, except for Professor Dumbledore and Snape. Snape stared at Tom for a long time before demanding, "Who is this? Why is there a child at a meeting?"

"Yes, this is—"

"I am Thomas Adler," Tom said, interrupting Dumbledore. "My father was quite insistent that I come here along with Harry since it deemed that more influential people thought to separate our family during the summer." His eyes moved between Snape and Dumbledore. So far, there was no drastic recognition in the old fool's eyes, but Tom couldn't let his guard down yet. He knew the fool. Knew that he kept his information close to his chest, not trusting even those he called "allies."

So Tom moved to sit between Tonks and Sirius and looked around at the now fuller table. There were many older witches and wizards, some from different departments of the Ministry, Tom assumed, but none of them looked too overly important. None of them looked to be that much of a danger. "May I ask why it is that we were all woken up for?"

"The Dark Lord had a meeting, child," Snape said.

"Oh? And how would you know?" Tom asked curiously. "I'm sorry, but I did not know that we had spies."

"We do," Snape said dryly as if he was above explaining himself to some child. He looked towards Dumbledore and said, "The Dark Lord is still searching for the prophecy, however, there is something more important I wish to bring up. He seems to have acquired an apprentice."

"An apprentice?" Dumbledore muttered.

"Just what we need," Sirius muttered, "Two ugly snake-heads walking around."

"This apprentice is a child," Snape continued. "Around fifteen or sixteen if I am to guess."

"Good heavens," Mrs. Weasley gasped. "Are you sure?" Snape nodded. "The poor dear! How did he get roped into this?"

"According to the Dark Lord, the child has been 'helping' him for years. However, what concerns me is that the Dark Lord also describes the boy as his lover," Snape paused and Tom looked around to see that the members' faces all fell to disgust. He took faked his own disgust and shook his head.

"How disgusting," Tonks whispered under her breath. "We have to help him!" she said louder.

Dumbledore raised a hand at Tonks and shook his head, "What do we know of this child, Severus?"

"Nothing, except that the Dark Lord calls him his 'Prince,' and they have known each other for years, apparently. Or the Dark Lord has somehow seduced the child into living this fantasy," Snape said.

"Or coercing him," Lupin suggested. "Do you… recognize the child?"

"No, he was masked and he was wearing a hooded robe," Snape said. "Although there is one particularly interesting thing to note." He paused and looked at them all, "The boy spoke Parseltongue."

It took a moment for realization to hit. Sirius was the first to react, slamming his fist against the table and screaming, "You cannot be seriously suggesting that, Snivellus! He would never be so stupid as to do that!"

Snape lifted his hands and said, "I am merely pointing out the similarities between this 'Prince' and your godson, Black. It is no secret that the boy is not… developing as certain people expected of him. And Dark Magic holds terrifying and tempering powers…"

"Dark Arts?" Mrs. Weasley whispered. "Harry using Dark Arts!? That's unspeakable! He's my twins' best friend! George told me it was because of him and he and Cedric felt comfortable enough coming out to me and Arthur, isn't that right, dear?" She looked at her husband who nodded in agreement.

"The Dark Arts takes many forms, Molly, some pleasant while others not so much," Snape said. "It is all too simple to imagine Potter falling to them, being the imbecilic boy that he is, either from his friends or those he calls family." Snape's eyes glossed towards Tom.

Tom couldn't help but laugh, "Snape, was it? Are you okay? Is it in your nature to jump at every shadow imaginable? My Harry is secretly Voldemort's pet Prince? You are insane."

"Then explain yourself, how is it then that the Prince was speaking Parseltongue?" Snape demanded.

"How do you know that the Prince was even speaking Parseltongue?" Tom asked. "Did you hear it yourself? Was this Prince speaking loudly, proclaiming his love for Voldemort in Parseltongue for all to hear?"

Snape stared at Tom for a moment, "The Prince has never spoken to the Death Eaters, only leaning over towards the Dark Lord to hiss in his ear. Besides that, the only time he spoke was to his snake."

"So now there's a snake," Tom chuckled. "Let me guess, Salazar was just magically there as well?"

"So you admit that Harry has a snake?" Snape said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I do, everybody knows that. He brought Salazar the same day he brought Hedwig," Tom said. "Is it a crime to own a snake now?"

"Only if that snake was present at the Dark Lord's meeting," Snape said. "Tell me, where is this snake now?"

"In his compartment in Harry's trunk where he belongs, shall I show you?" Tom asked, already raising a hand to snap his fingers.

"No, Thomas, we believe you," Dumbledore said, eyeing Tom strangely. "Simply tell us—to put everyone's mind at ease—where the two of you were during this time."

"Our room," Tom said. "We had a little fun before going in for the night. Harry fell asleep first while I stayed up a little longer."

"What kind of fun?" Sirius asked, giving Tom a heated look. "What exactly did you and Harry do?"

"Nothing that he wasn't prepared for and we talked extensively about," Tom answered. "However what is important is that Harry remained in bed and sleeping until Nooky woke us both up because of this meeting."

Sirius glared at Tom for a moment before turning to Snape, "See Snivellus? Harry was in bed all night. There is no way that he could have been at the meeting. Besides, it's impossible for him to leave the Headquarters anyway."

"Not without the help of Dark Magic," Snape drawled.

"He doesn't know any Dark Magic!" Sirius yelled.

"Doesn't he? Then this should be a shock," Snape said, sounding too smug for Tom's liking. "I have it on good authority that Harry Potter is, in fact, practicing the Dark Arts. He has left the castle on multiple occasions to perform the darkest and evilest of magicks along with his other wanna-be Dark Witches and Wizards. However, unlike them, it seems that Potter has gotten a taste of power and wanted more."

"This is insane! What is he talking about?" Sirius demanded. "Harry is not a Dark Wizard!"

"Such a shocking argument," Snape said. "Come now Black, even if we did not walk the path we both know signs of rituals when we see one."

"Rituals? What are you talking about?" Tonks asked. "I've never heard of any of this."

Tom frowned as his mind worked fast, figuring out the best way to spin this in his favor all without putting suspicion on himself or Harry.

"Rituals of the darkest kind, Nymphadora," Snape whispered, the edges of his lips curling slightly.

"Harry a Dark Wizard, that surely can't be," Mrs. Weasley whispered. "Dumbledore, surely—"

"This is enough!" a new voice said, and for the first time, Tom brought his attention to an old witch whose hair was in a tight bun. He remembered that she was Professor McGonagall from when he possessed Quirrell. "Honestly we are going in circles with this drivel. The Dark Arts at Hogwarts? I wouldn't hear it! I believe that Severus is just exaggerating students being out of bed—which Potter has a habit of since day one."

"He was out of bed to perform the Dark Arts," Snape insisted. "You all cannot protect the boy from his mistakes if you refuse to see them."

"Then where would he run off to? Surely you are not suggesting he is somehow running off to an abandoned classroom nightly, or perhaps the Forbidden Forest?" Professor McGonagall asked. "He is also just a child, the same as with this Prince figure. And if Mr. Adler testifies that Harry has been sleeping in their room all night, then who are we to argue that fact?"

"Then how do you explain the snake? The boy speaking Parseltongue?" Snape demanded.

"Severus," Professor McGonagall said shortly, "I am afraid that your hatred towards James might be blinding you to the truth of the matter here. Harry is just a child, barely fifteen. Something that all of us seem to forget." Her eyes darted from Snape to Tom. "I do not wish to pry into your relationship with Mr. Potter, however, I must confess it is a little troubling from my understanding."

"I can see how it is, however, rest assured that in all of the long years I've known Harry, I wanted to protect him. That want and adoration for Harry transformed from being friends with him to something akin to step-brothers and now something more. We both know how it looks and we both do not care what others think. We love each other, and that is enough for us."

"I see," Professor McGonagall said. "More importantly Albus, what will we be doing about this poor Prince child?"

"Obviously we must rescue him," Tonks said. "Right?"

"You are right," Dumbledore said, "However we must remember our priorities. For now, Severus, I wish for you to learn as much as you can about the Prince. See if the other Death Eaters know more about him. For the rest of us, we must continue to make sure that the Department of Mysteries remains safe from Voldemort and his followers, as well as figure out exactly what he wants. Along with keeping Harry safe from harm until he is back at Hogwarts." He looked towards Tom for a moment and said, "May I speak with you privately?"

"I would rather get back to Harry," Tom said as the others took that as their dismissal. "What do you wish to know, sir?"

Sirius and Lupin stayed seated, Sirius taking out his wand to summon a flagon. He caught it and poured beer into two cups that appeared between the two men. Dumbledore was silent for a moment, as though thinking about what to say. "I just wanted to know more about you is all," Dumbledore answered. "As I said, I've only talked with your father, I never have gotten the chance to meet with you, Tom."

"Thomas, if you would," Tom said. "I detest Tom."

"Because it is too common?"

"No, because that is what my father calls himself," Tom answered. "What do you want to know? I've studied at Durmstrang, graduated at the top of my class, and am currently taking a year or two off to help Harry before I decide what I want to do. It was supposed to be only a year but then a Dark Lord seemed to have decided to rise."

"What you want to do?" Dumbledore said, "You mean you do not know despite graduating at the top of your class? From my talks with Karkaroff, Durmstrang appears to offer several programs like Hogwarts does in helping facilitate student employment after graduation."

"It does, however, none of the choices there interested me," Tom answered. "I thought that I would travel, learn about magic in different communities and write them down somewhere, perhaps a journal, so that my findings would help de-mystify and de-terrify other cultures' outlook on magic. I would want to bring Harry along with me, naturally, however, he would need to graduate before then, or we would have to wait until summer. We were actually supposed to be doing that, really. I've planned to visit Egypt with him, but again Voldemort decided to rise from the dead it seemed."

"You were going to take Harry with Egypt without asking either of us!" Sirius demanded.

"I was going to inform you two, but it would be Harry's decision if he wanted to go or not," Tom said. "Besides, all these plans fell through when the Daily Prophet started to smear his name and all of our efforts were to stop that. And by the time that was done, then it was simply too late to go, because I had a full summer's planned, and then not even a week later, Dumbledore showed up to try and spirit him away."

"Where else were you planning on taking him?" Remus asked.

"Japan, as well as to visit the African countries, up north to the countries that Durmstrang services as well as the Americas possibly, I have not decided," Tom answered. "As I said, I wish to travel the globe. I'll leave no stone unturned."

"All to study Dark Magic," Dumbledore muttered.

Tom turned to him and said strongly, "Not just that if that is what you call it. I want to study the natives' view of magic, empty of our own British biases. In so I hope to better understand why it is that we label certain spells 'Dark' while other spells can get a past. If this is enough to be called a Dark Wizard in your accounts, then Dumbledore I am gladly guilty."

Dumbledore stared at Tom again, and once more he felt the prickling at the edges of his mind. "What are you hiding?" Dumbledore muttered.

"My own private thoughts and feelings," Tom answered. "Now, if you excuse me, I am afraid that I am very tired and would like to get back to Harry."

"Of course, it is rather late at night," Dumbledore said. "Just one more question, during all of this will you naturally be studying Horcruxes?"

"Horcruxes?" Tom repeated, keeping his face neutral. "What are those? If they are a part of magic then they would come up in my research sooner or later, possibly, however, I do not know what they are, or honestly what you are trying to reveal with that question. As I said before, I'm tired so good night to you all."

"Yes, of course, good night," Dumbledore muttered. He stood up and waved his hand at Sirius and Remus when they started to move. "No need, I can find my own way out, thank you, boys, good night." The three watched as Dumbledore left, looking more worried and haggard than before.

"Tom," Lupin said, "We're going to finish our drinks before heading in but before that—"

"Your and Harry's door has to remain open at all times!" Sirius interrupted. "Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir," Tom said, "but you have nothing to worry about, Harry and I agreed to wait until we're married. You have my word as a Dark Wizard, Sirius, I would never do anything to hurt Harry, and I will do everything in my power to keep him safe."

"We trust you, but just be careful," Lupin said, frowning. "I'm sure that Sirius has warned you, but the people here just do not understand."

"Doesn't also help that every single other Dark Wizard we know are murdering fanatic assholes," Sirius muttered as he took a drink. "Your lot's the first ones we actually like, and there's only two of you."

"Three," Tom said. "My father, myself, and Harry."

"I rather pretend he isn't one," Sirius muttered. "Just keep him safe, alright? Or else you'll have me to deal with. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Tom said. He returned to his room to find Harry waiting expectantly for him, fully awake. Tom raised an eyebrow at that and silently took off his nightgown.

"Well?" Harry said. "What happened?"

Tom took off his shirt as well, so he was just standing in his pajama pants. He waved his hand at Harry, whose pajamas disappeared, and he was only wearing a very short pair of briefs that almost looked like panties. "Tom!"

Tom got into bed and pulled Harry towards him, having the younger man rest on his chest. "Tell me what happened," Harry pouted.

"Snape thought that the Dark Prince was you, but the others seemed to successfully argue against that. However we will need to lay some ground rules for when you are the Prince, and that includes no Parseltongue and pets," Tom said. He snapped his fingers, and the lights went out. "Other than that, absolutely nothing. Just a boring, needlessly meeting to interrupt my evening with my boy." He yawned and moved his hand so that it was casually holding Harry's butt. "But now I think it's best if we just go to sleep. Who knows when the next time we'll have fun will be."

Harry huffed but relaxed, "It's going to be a long month, isn't it?" he muttered.

"Unfortunately, but we will make do together," Tom murmured. "Until then let's have you be in a few more meetings. That'll keep the Order busy enough. No more talking, alright? I'm exhausted and don't want to punish you in the morning."

"But is it punishment if I like it?" Harry asked, kissing Tom's neck.

"Go to sleep little snake, or I really will wait until we are married to make love again," Tom threatened. Harry made a small sound and instantly closed his eyes. Tom chuckled at that and moved so he could kiss the top of Harry's head. "I love you, Harry," he said, and he meant every word.

A/N: Next time, someone we've all been waiting for makes his grand entrance.