A/N: Oh, the joy!! An amazing chapter where all of your dreams come true!! Well... not really, but if you want to, we can play along... hehe... anywho, I like this chapter... finally you'll have something to flame. Can you believe I only got positive reviews? I love you people!!
TIME-TRAVEL.
Chapter 6: Hogsmeade.
The first week of classes (first to Harry, at least) went by quite well. It was now Saturday and the boys were allowed to go to Hogsmeade.
Harry woke up early that day, as Tom did, and had a rushed but fulfilling breakfast in a crowded Great Hall. Students were chatting animatedly about what they would do during the day.
Tom was telling Harry about an ice-cream parlour (Floating Vanilla) where he wanted to go. Harry agreed willingly. He was more than excited to eat the infamous "Floating Vanilla's Special", a big glass filled with: vanilla ice-cream with a chocolate sauce, chocolate chips and strawberries on top and, of course, the levitating spell.
The boys took the train to Hogsmeade with the rest of the students. On the way there, both Tom and Harry shared an interesting debate on Quidditch, school and boys. Professor Venus vs. Professor Snape. Now that was an interesting subject. But it wasn't even a debate, for Harry knew for sure that Venus was far more appealing than Snape.
When they reached their destination, Harry could see how different things were at the time.
Honeydukes was yet to be found, taking its place was another candy store named 'Chocolate Cheats'. The 'Three Broomsticks' was already there, to Harry's amazement, and a store similar to 'Zonko's' showed the most amazing collection of Dungbombs ever seen.
After passing a few more shops, they reached 'Floating Vanilla'. They sat at a table near the window, and shared a big Floating Vanilla's Special as they watched students pass by.
"Needles to say, I'll pay" Tom smiled taking a spoonful of the precious cream into his mouth.
"Oh, please, I have money... It's not like I came here by surprise!" Harry retorted.
"Either way, you still arrived without any clothes... besides the ones you were wearing, of course" Tom smirked, and Harry could have melted the whole glass of ice-cream.
"I- umph" Harry took the spoon to his mouth and swallowed without tasting "I can't do everything perfect" he tried his best to hide his embarrassment and imminent flush when he remembered borrowing a pair of silk boxers from Tom. Changing the subject, Harry inquired "how do you have that much money, anyway?"
"Well, my mother was rather... wealthy" Tom's expression darkened slightly "...but I don't really want to talk about money..."
"Then we won't" Harry offered him a warm smile and clasped his hand, before letting go and focusing on the ice-cream.
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Harry already knew too much about Tom. Now he just wanted to enjoy what little time they had together before things got any complicated. He knew, though deep inside he denied it, things would turn that way.
When he realised Harry was starting to think again, Tom went quickly to The Three Broomsticks to buy a few bottles of butterbeer. When he went back to his table, Harry was still in a daze. He shook the boy out this state and dragged him out of the ice-cream parlour.
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They went for a walk, Tom carrying the bottles of butterbeer. Harry realised where they were headed: The Shrieking Shack.
But when they got to their destination, they found, not the Shack, but a park. -Of course, you stupid! You're fifty years in the past...- Harry thought to himself.
Tom picked a tree and they went to sit under its shade.
Harry gazed at the magnificence of the view and realised the only thing that made it look magnificent was being by Tom's side. The park was a complete disaster. The grass was dry and the ground under their feet was as cracked as the trunk of the tree.
"This is the Ghosts Park" Tom said.
"That explains..." Harry replied mockingly. Truth is, the place made him feel insecure.
"Creepy, isn't it?" Tom chuckled "It's still special to me, and that's why I brought you here"
"Why is this place so special to you?"
"Mm... long story..." the Slytherin prefect opened two bottles of delicious butterbeer, and offered one to Harry.
"Oh, come on... tell me!" said boy demanded.
"I'll tell you later, I promise"
They remained quiet for a while, clasping their drinks in cold hands. The only words to break the silence were Tom's "do you mind?" as he rested his head on Harry's shoulder. The other boy smiled and whispered "not at all".
How could a man who hurt him so much make him so happy all the same?
Another swirl of thoughts and his head started spinning... until he fainted.
Tom noticed and, before panicking, he took his wand out of his robe pocket and pointed it to the unconscious boy, muttering "ennervate". Harry snapped his eyes open and carefully adjusted to the light.
Before Harry could say anything, Tom silenced him and motioned him to rest his head on the prefect's lap. Harry didn't complain, nor did he flinch at the invitation. He was feeling too comfortable.
"I really don't know what happened" Harry said, gazing into glowing grey eyes.
"Well" Tom smirked mockingly "it's pretty obvious you passed out"
"I meant" Harry gave the other boy a stern look "I don't know why I passed out"
"Too much information" the prefect shrugged.
"How do you-" Harry was now halfway speechless.
"You're always thinking. And you have... a look. You had that look right now. I guess those thoughts finally overwhelmed you..." Tom said, brushing a few strands of raven hair out of Harry's forehead.
"I've been wanting to ask you something" the prefect said while staring at Harry's trademark "how did you get that scar?"
Harry shrugged nonchalantly and answered "it was an accident"
Said prefect shook his head "No-uh. Don't lie, you're terrible at it That scar is the result of a dark magic curse" his eyes showed concern "who gave it to you?"
-YOU!- "Look, Tom..." Harry sighed "I wish I could tell you everything, but this-" he placed a finger on his scar "-takes an unbelievably important role in my life and the lives of many people... as much as I hate it"
Tom smiled at him yet again "you hate it... I love it" he said as he kissed the pink flesh "you must have a very good reason to keep this a secret" he said in a tone that made clear his intentions of never asking again.
Harry's ears stopped working before Tom said the last sentence. Things were getting a little too far in Harry's opinion and even knowing he couldn't let anything happen, he couldn't help it either.
The boy sat straight with his back against the tree trunk. Tom held his hand. His skin was white as pearls, soft and delicate as the rest of his body. His long fingers caressed the palm of Harry's hand, making the boy's heart skip a few beats.
Slowly, he ran his free hand through raven-black hair. Stroking soft, tanned skin he travelled down Harry's cheeks, reaching his lips. He pressed shaky fingertips over silky pink skin, before surrounding the boy's neck with an affectionate caress.
His other hand left Harry's and set itself on a slim waist. Harry shivered at the touch but never backed away. Instead, he placed himself on top of his companion, knees brushing hips, and gave a rough kiss to the boy in question.
Repressed love and passion melted with anger and self-loathing making the kiss warm and loving, but also fierce. The need flowing from every pour as Tom's tongue licked Harry's bottom lip begging for permission. Harry allowed it inside and his own flesh met the visitor. Fighting a battle with himself, he deepened the kiss and made it sweeter and less fierce but showing his need for true love.
Tom traced the curves of Harry's body before pulling apart. Breathing hard, he kissed all the way to the smaller boy's neck. Licking here, biting there and kissing each bruise, he arched his own neck letting Harry play.
Harry knew he wanted this. He loathed himself for it, but he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of loving someone. Even if that someone is Tom Riddle. That's why, dismissing all of his thoughts, he let the moment last as much as possible.
And smiling to himself, he kissed Tom again.
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Oh, how I loved this chappie!! *sniff* it was soooo sweet. I hope the kissing scene was of your liking. If not, sorry, I'll try to improve it next time.
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