As Harry sat still while the hairdresser tamed her wild curls into something befitting a bride, she realized she was full of conflicting emotions. There were nerves, definitely, but there was also plenty of anticipation and excitement.
She was about to marry Tom Riddle, the man she'd once despised for all but tricking her into a betrothal contract, and she couldn't be happier. She knew that her journey towards this moment in her life had been an odd one, full of shocks and surprises, but now that her wedding was imminent Harry found that she was mostly just eager to start her married life with Riddle.
No, with Tom.
It was her wedding day and from now on she would call her beloved by his first name, as she'd vowed to herself.
Harry couldn't wait to start the rest of her life with her husband Tom.
As her witnesses, Harry had chosen her mother, her sister Hyacinth and Hermione. All of them kept close to Harry as she got ready with the help of a few professionals. Once everyone was done, Harry looked at herself in the mirror and hardly recognized the young woman she saw there. The ivory wedding robes made her look like a woman of nobility, especially with the way the hairdresser had pinned up her dark hair, leaving her neck bare and drawing attention to Slytherin's locket, which she still wore. The beautician had applied very natural make-up which one hardly noticed, but which did add a lot of maturity to Harry's face.
"You look so beautiful," Hermione said with a little sigh.
"You truly look like the wife of the Minister for Magic," Lily added with a reassuring smile as she ushered Harry away from the mirror. "It's time to go to Hogwarts."
Harry gave them both grateful smiles even though her stomach quietly churned with nerves. She wasn't nervous about marrying Tom, not at all. But she was genuinely worried she might mess up something during the ceremony in front of 500 of Britain's most important witches and wizards.
They apparated to outside Hogwarts' gates, even though Harry didn't officially have her apparition license yet. She had an appointment for that at the Ministry in a week's time.
Minerva McGonagall stood waiting for them. "You look absolutely lovely, Harriet."
"Thank you, Headmistress," Harry said with a polite little nod. "And thank you again for letting us use Hogwarts for our wedding. I couldn't imagine a better location."
McGonagall nodded in return and led them through the gates and inside the castle. There they found an empty classroom which had been turned into a reception room for Harry to meet her father and the rest of her immediate family.
Hermione kept asking Lily all sorts of questions about her job as a Healer and Harry tuned them out before long. She knew that was Hermione's way of dealing with her own nerves. Half an hour later Harry's family was told to find their seats and positions as needed, and that left Harry alone with her father.
"You look beautiful, darling," James said, and he looked like he meant it. Over the past few months James and Sirius seemed to have come to some sort of understanding about Harry's wedding to Tom Riddle. They still didn't seem overly enthused by it, but at least they stopped looking like they were planning to commit first degree murder every hour of the day.
"Thanks, Dad." Harry gave her father a reassuring smile as she placed her hand in the crook of his elbow. James got a little frown on his face and looked like he might want to say more but Harry quickly cut him off. "I'm happy. I really am. Even if the contract was dissolved right here and now I'd still marry Tom."
That seemed to take James aback for a moment, but then he got a thoughtful look on his face and he managed a small smile. "If you're sure, Harriet."
"I am." Harry inhaled a deep breath and let her father guide her out into the corridor and towards the Great Hall.
The House tables had all been pushed aside, replaced with rows and rows of chairs, which were all occupied by all manner of high society members and other employees of the ministry. There were even a few Heads of State of magical nations, such as France, Germany and Spain. Harry studiously ignored all of them as she stared straight ahead while her father led her down the aisle.
Tom stood waiting for her, his expression frozen into an emotionless mask. It made Harry smile because she knew Tom well enough by now to know that he only looked like that while he was hiding strong emotions. Apparently Tom really liked the way Harry looked but desperately wanted to keep others from noticing.
"Hello, Tom," Harry whispered once her father deposited her beside her soon to be husband.
Tom pursed his lips a little, looking very much as though he wanted to devour her right there and then. "Hello, Harriet," he finally managed to say, brown eyes burning with desire. Tom was wearing sharply cut black robes which were open in the front, with a black suit underneath it. It made him look ageless somehow.
The Ministry official who performed the ceremony started talking and Harry tried to focus on what he was saying, but she had a hard time concentrating. Here she was, standing beside the man who was minutes away from becoming her husband and Harry didn't even know she could feel this happy. She genuinely worried she might burst out of sheer joy at any moment.
The ceremony was pretty standard, and it involved classic vows and the exchange of rings as well as the signing of the official marriage contract, which Harry managed even though her hands trembled slightly.
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife," the ministry official said with a genial smile. "You may kiss the bride."
Tom barely let the man finish his sentence before he cupped Harry's face with both hands and pressed his lips to hers in an eager kiss. Harry stood on her tiptoes at once and returned it with as much passion as she could manage. There was some quiet laughter in the crowd as people seemed amused by how eager they both seemed.
"Soon," Tom whispered against her lips as he pulled back. "Soon I'll make you mine completely."
Those words did things to Harry, made her most intimate places throb with desire. She barely managed a polite smile as Tom led her out of the Great Hall and towards the huge tent that had been placed on the lawn in front of the castle where they would have their reception.
For the next two hours Tom and Harry stood side by side so people could personally congratulate them. The upside of this was that it killed any arousal Harry felt earlier. The downside was that it was an utterly boring and tedious exercise and Harry truly regretted that her marriage had to start out this way.
"It's part of the deal of being in the public eye, I'm afraid," Tom whispered to her and then caressed her back in a soothing way, giving her some quiet support.
Finally they could have some time to themselves with a hot cup of tea and a chance to sit down for a few minutes. But before long they were expected to open with the first dance. Harry had convinced Remus to give her dancing lessons over the summer, so she wasn't completely hopeless at it. But she was still more than happy to follow Tom's lead across the dancefloor. Being so physically close to her new husband did remind Harry that soon enough, in a couple of hours, they would be fucking each other for the first time.
And with that thought the desire burning in her body was back again and didn't let up while they shared a few more dances.
Eventually the afternoon came to an end and dinner was served in the Great Hall. That gave Harry and Tom a chance to quietly talk again as they sat side by side and enjoyed the excellent meal the house-elves had prepared. Tom spent a great deal of time discreetly pointing out who everyone was around the hall, so Harry could memorize their faces for any future events she'd undoubtedly had to attend.
Afterwards there was more dancing in the tent outside, and Harry shared a few dances with her father, Sirius, Remus and Peter. Tom danced with Lily and even with Hyacinth, who couldn't stop giggling the entire time, much to Tom's obvious amusement.
"I believe we'll be able to slip away in about another hour," Tom said to her when they met up again at their table. "If you want to," he added quickly while giving Harry a questioning look.
"Hell yes, I want to," Harry told him without hesitation. She'd been fighting off mountains of unresolved sexual tension for months now. She was more than ready to finally have sex with her new husband.
Thankfully time did fly that evening and before long Tom took Harry's hand and guided her towards the dancefloor for one last dance. Afterwards he spoke a few words of thanks and then finally they were able to leave. Harry's entire body felt close to combustion while they trekked across the grounds towards the gates. Tom apparated them to his home the moment they stepped across Hogwarts' wardline.
"I've created the ritual circle in the garden," Tom said and then attacked Harry's mouth with his own. Harry immediately returned the kiss with so much vigour that she might as well be trying to devour her new husband. While the stumbled across the gravel paths around the Manor, Tom pulled on the buttons of Harry's robes.
For a second Harry pulled back because Tom was about to undress her right there in the open.
"There's no one here," Tom muttered against Harry's lips and yanked her robes down, exposing her white, lace bra. "I want you naked, Harriet, right now."
Harry moaned before she could stop herself, sheer arousal shooting through her entire body with the force of a small explosion. She returned to kissing Tom while he stripped her of every piece of clothing she had on, though he used his wand to vanish her underwear.
And then Harry stood naked before her new husband and she couldn't help a blush from spreading from her cheeks all the way down towards her chest. Tom took his time letting his gaze roam all over her body, taking in every little detail. Eventually he raised his hands and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples a few times. More throbbing arousal pooled in Harry's belly and she moaned before she could help it.
"I need to fuck you right now," Tom said in a guttural voice, and he wrapped his arms around Harry's naked body and apparated them to the back of the property, right beside the ritual circle which had been created in a bed of grass and moss. It was still light out, though the sun was starting to slowly set behind the treeline, and so Harry got a perfect look of her husband's body when Tom removed his own clothes with a few flicks of his wand.
Tom was tall and well-built, though not overly muscular. His cock was big and hard and stood out straight from his body. Harry had never seen a real penis before, but she wasn't intimidated by the sight of it in the slightest.
"You can touch me, if you want," Tom whispered while a small smile played around his lips.
Harry didn't need to be told twice and she boldly wrapped her fingers around Tom's cock. The skin was surprisingly hot yet soft, but the shaft beneath it was rock hard. Harry gave it a few slow pulls, causing Tom to groan and buck his hips.
"Enough." Tom gently pushed Harry's hand away and stepped closer to her. "There will be plenty of time to explore each other later. Now I want to fuck you, my wife."
"Gladly, my husband," Harry said and inhaled a deep breath. No matter that she wanted this more than anything, she still couldn't help the nervous flutters that erupted in her stomach. Tom had given her a supply of contraceptive potions over a month ago, so Harry knew she didn't have to worry about any undesirable consequences and she was free to just enjoy celebrating their marriage with her husband.
"Then let's enter the circle." Tom grasped Harry's hand and pulled her over the magical boundary. The magic of the ritual circle danced across Harry's skin in an enticing tingle. "Harriet, my beloved wife," Tom said as part of the sex magic ritual. "I will take your virginity this evening and give you pleasure as you've never felt before. For I am your husband and you are my wife, from today until the day we die."
"Tom, my beloved husband," Harriet said in reply, her voice hitching a bit because she suddenly felt full of emotions. "I will give you my virginity this evening and give you pleasure as you've never felt before. For I am your wife and you are my husband, from today until the day we die."
Tom kissed her then, deeply with broad swipes of his tongue. He continued doing so as they lowered themselves onto the soft grass beneath them. Tom trailed his hand down Harry's body, briefly caressing her breasts before he slipped his fingers between her legs. Harry spread them as wide as she could without any worry or fear. She wanted this so much. She wanted to give herself to Tom, body and soul.
Taking his time, Tom opened up Harry's body with slowly strokes of his fingers, moving them in and out of Harry's tight channel. Harry groaned, her entrance sopping wet and her arousal growing to completely new heights. Tom started flicking his thumb across Harry's clit in time with his strokes and before Harry even knew what happened she came with a sharp cry, body spasming in sheer pleasure.
Tom kissed her as Harry rode out the warm waves and then he rolled over and kneeled between Harry's spread legs. "Mine. My wife." With that, Tom lined up his hard cock and pushed inside of Harry with careful thrusts of his hips.
Harry's body was loose and slack from her recent orgasm, but she still felt a bit of a sting. It only lasted a moment, and soon enough the feeling of her husband's cock filling her took away any discomfort.
"Is this okay?" Tom whispered against her lips once he was sheathed inside of her completely.
"Fuck yes," Harry moaned, bucking her hips. "Fuck me, husband. Make me yours."
Baring his teeth in a vicious, possessive snarl, Tom started pumping his hips, slamming his cock in and out of Harry's body. The magic of the circle swept through them, taking the pleasure they were both feeling and turning it into something even bigger and far more intense. Harry didn't know anymore where she ended and where Tom began. She wrapped her legs around her husband's hips and circled her arms around his neck and held on while Tom proceeded to fuck her to entirely new heights.
Harry hadn't known it was physically possible to feel that good. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wet noise of Tom's cock driving in and out of Harry only added to the whole intense experience of giving yourself to another human being.
Another orgasm hit Harry out of the blue, and she buried her fingernails in Tom's back while she cried out as her body shook with the pleasure of it all. Tom followed her over the edge with a primal roar, his head thrown back as he slammed into Harry with all his might.
"That was not enough," Harry panted when she finally found her voice again.
Tom raised his head and looked down at her, face damp with sweat. He grinned and licked his lips for a moment. "Not to worry, dearest. The circle will have us ready for more before long."
And boy, was Tom right about that. The ritual wasn't done by any means, the magic eager to sweep them up in another frenzy of moving bodies and building orgasms. This time Harry sat on top of Tom, riding him as fast as she liked with Tom urging her on and on until they both came even harder than before.
And even that wasn't the end of it, because after a short rest to catch their breaths, Tom urged Harry to lay down on her front while he fucked her from behind, covering her entire body with his own as Harry grasped at clumps of grass while she desperately tried to find something to hold onto under the onslaught of Tom's cock.
Once they came yet again the magic slowly fizzled out, leaving them completely exhausted and painfully raw and more satisfied than Harry had even known a person could feel.
"We're doing this again," Harry whispered as she rested her cheek on Tom's sweaty chest.
Tom absently played with some of Harry's curls which had come undone. "As often as you like. There are many more sex magic rituals we can try."
"Yes, let's try them. Every day for the rest of our lives," Harry said and couldn't help hold back a giggle. Her entire body hurt but holy fuck, this had been the best thing she'd ever felt. No wonder so many people seemed obsessed with sex.
Grinning, Tom gave her a heated look and waggled his eyebrows. "Sex without magic is also quite enjoyable, dearest. Tomorrow morning I want to fuck you in our marriage bed first thing so I can show you what that's like."
"Sounds like an amazing plan." Harry couldn't stop her eyes from closing as her exhaustion caught up with her. She felt Tom get up from underneath her and before long two strong arms picked her up and held her protectively against a tall, firm body. Tom carried her all the way inside the Manor and up to his rooms. Harry was asleep before they got there, though.
The next morning, Harry woke up and for a moment she hadn't a clue where she was. Then she heard soft breathing beside her and she saw her new husband, still sleeping, his face slack against the pillow. Harry inhaled a deep breath while he relaxed under the covers.
She was married, finally. She was Tom's wife and he was her husband. And the sex they'd had was absolutely amazing. Her body ached, her vagina in particular felt absolutely raw, but it was the kind of ache that only reminded her of all the pleasure they'd shared so far.
Tom blinked his eyes open and then gave Harry a lazy smile. "Good morning, wife."
"Morning, husband." Harry couldn't help return the smile. "Sleep well?"
"I haven't slept this good since… to be honest I'm not sure if I've ever slept this good," Tom said, pushing himself up to lean on his elbow.
"Do you feel differently?" Harry asked, and when Tom frowned at her in confusion, she added, "Now that you've received the Slytherin family magics."
"Ah." A slow smile spread across Tom's face. "I feel more… settled, somehow. As though my magic has finally come into its own and is more at peace with itself."
"I'm glad it worked out well for you," Harry said and then chuckled. "Since you're now stuck with me for the rest of your life, I hope that's worth it."
"More than worth it," Tom assured her at once. "You have exceeded every single one of my expectations." Tom's eyes narrowed and desire pooled in them. He reached under his pillow and took out his wand. With a flick he flung the covers away from the bed. Then he moved the wand up and down Harry's body and all the many aches melted away, leaving Harry feeling as good as new. Then followed a few freshening charms to clean her up before Tom used the same magic on himself.
"Wife, I want to you lay back and spread your legs." Without waiting for a reply, Tom crawled down the bed until he came to a rest between Harry's legs, which she eagerly moved apart, drawing her knees up. "Even your darling little cunt is beautiful," Tom whispered before licking his tongue up Harry's nether lips. He spread them with a few fingers and proceeded to explore Harry's darling little cunt with lips, tongue and fingers, bringing Harry to a screaming climax twice.
"Please fuck me," Harry begged after her second orgasm. "I want to feel your cock inside me." She bucked her hips, silently pleading to be filled.
"Since you ask so nicely," Tom said with a smug little smirk. He lined up his hard cock and drove inside of her without pause, causing Harry to cry out at the sudden intrusion. But this was the good kind of intrusion, the kind that made her want to beg and plead and promise Tom whatever he demanded of her.
They fucked right there in bed, without any magic or rituals to spur them on. And while the pleasure they felt wasn't quite as overwhelming as it had been the previous night, the pleasure they took from each other's bodies was still more than Harry thought was possible.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, Tom pressing soft kisses to Harry's temple while Harry rubbed circles across Tom's chest with her fingertips. "I'm so glad you decided to pursue me," Harry whispered, overcome with the warm, glowing feeling of love.
"So am I," Tom said with a chuckle. "And I'm ever so glad you eventually decided to give me a real chance."
Petal entered their room then, carrying a large breakfast tray. Harry and Tom sat up in their bed, both still naked but neither caring about that. They balanced the tray between themselves.
"Here." Tom handed Harry a small glass with a pearlescent liquid inside of it. "Your health potion. Drink up." Tom had a glass of his own which he downed in one go.
Right, that was part of their marriage contract. Harry had almost forgotten. She sniffed the potion but it didn't really smell like anything. Then she sipped it and she couldn't hold back a surprised gasp. The potion tasted as though liquid life just passed over her tongue. Harry eagerly drank the rest of it and at once a warmth spread around her entire body, quickly taking away any aches and pains she felt from their recent fuck.
"What is that?" Harry asked as she looked at Tom with wide eyes. "That's so nice."
Tom winked at her and picked up a piece of toast, slathering it in strawberry jam. "I'll show you how I make it sometime. Now let's eat."
After breakfast, Tom urged Harry into the shower where they spent a long time under the warm spray, first washing each other top to bottom. Harry loved the feeling of Tom's soapy hands roaming across her skin, massaging her breasts. Harry took her time getting to know Tom's cock, which quickly hardened under her inquisitive touches. Finally Tom fucked her right there against the shower wall, Harry leaning her hands against the tiles while she stuck out her arse, offering herself up to Tom as best she could.
And that is how they spent their first week together. Tom had managed to take the week off to celebrate his honeymoon and Harry had no obligations either, so they had all the time in the world to get to know each other in every possible way.
They fucked as often as they possibly could in every position Harry could imagine. Harry kneeled on the rug and sucked Tom's cock in the living room, and Tom sat Harry on top of his desk in his study to eat her out until she screamed in pleasure. They spent time in their holiday cottage in Scotland where they fucked right on the beach, the waves licking at their toes while Harry urged Tom on to go faster and deeper.
Harry quickly learned that she absolutely loved being dominated by Tom's larger body, having him use her in whatever way he liked.
They tried out a few more sex magic rituals, one even more pleasurable than the other. They made liberal use of healing spells throughout that week for them both, thought the health potion Harry drank each morning seemed to give her endless amounts of energy.
Once their week-long honeymoon came to an end, Harry knew it was time to ask Tom the more difficult questions she'd wanted answer to for a while.
Exactly a week after their wedding, Harry looked at Tom with narrowed eyes right after he got done fucking her in their bed that morning.
"You owe me a story," Harry said in as calm a voice as she could manage, even though her heart raced in her chest. She already knew Tom had done unsavoury things. Up to and including arranging for his own friend's murder because he'd threatened Harry. Whatever Tom was going to tell her wasn't going to make Harry stop loving him. She wouldn't allow that to happen.
"So I do," Tom said, also sounding surprisingly calm. "Are you certain you want to know the truth? Once heard, truths cannot be unheard."
"I'm sure," Harry said, sitting up, her shoulders straight with conviction. "I want to know the real you, Tom. But no matter what you're going to tell me, I'll always love you."
The look Tom gave her was full of wonder and even a small amount of disbelief. "Very well." Without further delay, Tom pushed himself out of bed and walked across the bedroom naked. He stopped in front of a bookcase that stood against the opposite wall and placed his hand onto a small, bronze statue of a coiled basilisk. He whispered a few words in parseltongue that Harry couldn't make out and at once the whole bookcase swung open to reveal a dark room beyond.
Harry gasped in surprise as Tom briefly stepped inside the room. He returned at once, a red rock in his hand. He returned to the bed and sat down beside Harry, holding out the red rock to her. Harry took it, wondering what it was. It felt magical, that much was sure, but Harry had never seen anything like it before.
"When I was fifteen, the summer before my fifth year, I was approached by Nicholas and Perenelle Flamel," Tom said as he settled against the headboard, legs stretched out in front of him.
Closing her fingers around the red rock, Harry looked up at Tom in surprise.
"Perenelle had encountered a soothsayer who had uttered a prophecy in her presence. That prophecy basically told them that to save the wizarding world they needed to recruit me to their cause and offer me their most guarded secret."
Harry frowned, unsure where Tom was going with this. She'd never been a big believer in divination and hadn't bothered to take it as an elective at Hogwarts.
Tom chuckled at Harry's clear look of disapproval. "Yes, dearest, I quite agree. Divination is a load of hippogriff dung. But Perenelle believed in it and she and her husband insisted I come work for them." Tom shifted a little, face becoming more serious. "Since they had been alive for centuries at that point, the Flamels had made an elaborate study of wizarding society. And the state of that society didn't look good in the forties. Pureblood prejudice had taken over most of high society over the last couple of centuries and was destroying families left and right through rigorous inbreeding. On top of that Grindelwald had seen to the destruction of far too many magical families across Europe. The magical world truly was standing on the edge of destruction."
Harry stared at Tom while a whole array of emotions were going through her. It wasn't as though she hadn't known any of this before, but now she had confirmation that Tom had been a part of that right from the beginning.
"As payment for my services the Flamels offered me that." Tom gestured at the red rock still clasped in Harry's hand. "The secret to eternal life." And before Harry knew what he was doing, Tom waved his wand at his own face, which instantly changed from a middle-aged man with wrinkles and greying hair above his ears to a young man who looked not much older than Harry herself. "This is what I truly look like, since I've been taking the Elixir of Life since I was a teenager."
Harry's mouth fell open as she stared at Tom's young face and then to the rock in her hand. That was the Philosopher's Stone! The Flamels had given Tom a Philosopher's Stone of his own!
Tom outright laughed at Harry's reaction. "The soothsayer had told Perenelle that my ambition was to achieve immortality and that they needed to fulfil that ambition to save the wizarding world."
"Wait…what?" Harry wasn't even sure anymore what Tom was saying, since her attention was still fixed on the rock in her hands. On the Philosopher's Stone she was currently holding.
"I grew up surrounded by death," Tom said, his voice low and utterly serious. "Disease ran rampant amongst the muggle orphans, who dropped like flies on a weekly basis. Then the muggles started their second World War and my life was truly at risk every time I was forced to return to the orphanage. So yes, while at Hogwarts I made it my mission to find a way to escape death. I'd found a way using very dark magic, but then the Flamels showed up and offered me a Philosopher's Stone instead and that seemed like a much better method."
"And what did you have to do for them?" Harry asked in a small voice, even tough she was already quite sure of the answer.
"Cast their curse around the UK and the rest of Europe. While the Flamels were clever enough to create the curse, they weren't quite powerful enough to cast it. I was." Tom shrugged, as though all of that was old news already. For him it was, certainly. "The Flamels knew they needed to find a way to unite all factions of the wizarding world so pureblood prejudice could finally be eradicated. Creating a scarcity of witches was the most efficient way to make sure people would stop caring about whether someone's parents had magic or not." Tom inhaled a deep breath, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "They had approached a different wizard in the past who was powerful enough to help them with their plan. Albus Dumbledore was his name, but he balked at the last moment."
"He was killed only recently, after spending decades in Azkaban." Harry blinked a few times as more pieces of the puzzle fell into place. "He was Grindelwald's lover. Or was he?" Harry gave Tom a dubious look, no longer sure what to believe.
"He'd been lovers with Grindelwald in his youth, certainly," Tom said with a bit of an unconcerned shrug. "The Flamels had obliviated him after he'd turned them down, but Dumbledore was an exceptionally powerful wizard and they can and do break through memory charms. We had to take care of him since he was the only person in the world who could expose the truth about the curse."
Harry nodded while she closed her eyes. This was nothing new. She knew already how Tom dealt with his enemies. This was merely confirmation of past events. Still a heavy, icy lump formed in her stomach and settled there.
Tom reached out and ran his hand up and down Harry's naked arm. "The plan worked. The Flamels had come up with a perfect way to unite all those that needed uniting. And then I created the Coven system to assure that enough magical children would be born to our future generations. And it worked, Harriet. No matter that it took the freedom of choice away from certain people, it saved our magical world as a whole."
Harry nodded again, unable to speak just yet. She found her voice when she suddenly realized something else. "And did they really attack you, or did you just straight up murder the Flamels?"
Tom didn't look particularly bothered by that question. His lips even twitched a little in amusement. "They refused to let me break the curse once and for all, since they were convinced that the Coven system needed to be kept in place for at least a few more generations. They did duel me when I made it clear I was going to break the curse with or without their approval."
Finally opening her eyes, Harry stared at her new husband. Tom Riddle had saved the wizarding world by enslaving a part of it and he was utterly proud of that fact. By Merlin's saggy knickers, that man desperately needed someone by his side to keep him on the straight and narrow, didn't he? Harry huffed and tossed the Philosopher's Stone up in the air a few times, catching it with ease. "So you've been giving me the Elixir of Life, haven't you?"
"I have. I want you to live as long as I will, Harriet." Tom leaned a little closer, brushing his lips across the tip of Harry's nose. "You are so dear to me, my beautiful wife. I can no longer imagine my life without you in it."
Those words did things to Harry. She absolutely loved being needed the way Tom needed her. She should probably feel disgusted by Tom's plots and schemes and propensity for murdering the people that stood in his way, but Harry simply wasn't put off by that. She loved that Tom was hers now, that this powerful, handsome man needed her like he needed no one else in the entire world.
It was a heady feeling, to be desired by someone so utterly full of power.
And Harry knew that from then on she'd be there to make sure Tom wouldn't go overboard again while planning the future of the wizarding world. And while she'd never envisioned herself living an immortal life, she found that she didn't quite mind living a very long life as long as Tom was right beside her.
"I love you," Harry whispered while giving Tom a genuine smile. "I know you're not perfect, far from it. But you are my husband and I love you and I want to live a very long life with you by my side."
Tom practically jumped on top of her, pressing his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. "You truly are perfect for me, my dearest wife," Tom muttered against her lips, slotting his body between Harry's spread legs. He lined up his hardening cock and pushed inside Harry's body in sharp thrusts. The red stone pressed against Harry's belly when Tom lowered himself against her body, but Harry hardly noticed it. The sensation of Tom's cock driving in and out of her was more than enough to drive anything but their shared pleasure from her mind.
And while her beloved husband fucked her to new heights of pleasure, Harry knew that they'd be happy together in the long, long life that lay ahead of them.
And in the end that was all that mattered.
The End.