"Are you going to give me the contract or am I going to have to beg for it darling?", Harry said, still perched upon Marvalos lap. It is warm and comfy, and Harry really does not want to leave, nor does he want Marvalo to move. Harry curls further into Marvalo as he waits for the parchment that would marry them. it was insane to think of the power a single piece of paper had.
Marvalo blinked and hurriedly began searching the table as Harry looked on, amused. He waited patiently as Marvalo moved piles of parchment, searching every crevice of his desk.
He looks at Marvalo, observing the man. He thinks about what it would be like to be married to him. To spend the rest of his life with this man.
He understands that he doesn't know Marvalo as well as he should. But both of them are trying to share as much information about each other as they can in the little time, they have known each other. It was crazy to think that he had hated Marvalo with a passion. Things had moved so quickly with both of them. Harry hoped that once he had taken his newts, everything would settle down.
Harry had told Marvalo about the orphanage when he had asked about the evil matron and the children who had thought Harry was the devil incarnate. How they would shove and push him when no one was looking! How they would steal his things and ruin and spoil them. Those kids had been awful to Harry for no reason other than the fact that they thought he was a freak. He hadn't understood why they hated him or what they hated him for. He had just been trying to make friends.
When he had reacted in equal measure out of anger, tearing and spoiling their things, he had been punished. He had tried to ask why a couple of times, but he couldn't understand why they were being so horrible to him.
They had said that was what freaks like he deserved. So, he became the monster they imagined him to be. He had scared them by hissing and biting. Anything to keep them away. He had done this until nobody would go near him. He had become some sort of untouchable at the orphanage. He had been alone all those years serving a sentence for a crime he hadn't even known he'd committed.
That was until his mother and father came for him. He had been difficult at first, but they hadn't given up. He would be forever grateful for that. They had dealt with him acting out for months, till he finally understood that he wasn't going back, and they truly wanted him.
And in turn, Marvalo told him his story. The Story of Tom Marvalo Riddle The mudblood of Slytherin, later king and then head boy. He had been like Harry, other than the fact that the family that had abandoned him had been killed brutally. Harry had kissed Marvalo and said that if they were not dead, he would have killed them himself.
Marvalo had told him of the bombings in London and his fear of dying with no one knowing his name and his greatness. He searched the library for books, his one source of joy. He had found Horcruxes. He would not die. He would be the greatest wizard. He had made three. He had gone beyond what any man had.
Harry had screamed and cried at his soul being broken and splintered and thanked Lady Magic that Marvalo had not gone insane. He had made Marvalo promise not to make anymore, and Harry cried on his shoulder some more. Marvalo looked as if he wanted to absorb his Horcruxes just so that Harry would stop crying.
He had smiled sadly at the man. He said he understood his reasons at the time, and he was glad Marvalo had told him his story. He couldn't claim to know what it was like to live through a bombing and a magical war, but he was glad that Marvalo had come out alive.
Marvalo had mumbled something about tea and had walked very quickly out of the room, with a grinning Harry following behind him.
Now he looked at Marvalo and thought, yes, he could see himself spending the rest of his life with his man. He would be happy, and they would be in love. No matter how much Marvalo muttered about how it wasn't like the dark lord to fall in love.
The man had procured the paper in the time Harry had spent staring at his face, lost in thoughts of licking his very sharp jawline.
He signed the papers that had his father's and Marvalos' signatures with a quick flourish. He gave Marvalo a very lovesick smile that would make Draco make gagging noises, and they kissed very sweetly.
It was like every other kiss, but different. It was all-consuming and brilliant as always. Yet there is an underlying tone of something different, something new. A previously dull connection had become bright and noticeable. He leaned into the man, even more, pressing his lips against his as their tongues danced together.
He moved forward and his hands were wrapped around Marvalos' neck, and he felt the man's arms reach around him too. As he shifts in Marvalos's lap, he hears the man groan into his mouth.
And then they heard a knock. They jerked apart, and Marvalo leaned forward ever so slightly until they heard the insistent knocking continue. Marvalo sighed heavily as he waved his hand and the door opened and he wrapped his other hand around Harry's midsection, so he couldn't escape.
When the Lestrange's walk in, they and Marvalo have some sort of stare-down as they all bow. Harry is still waiting for them to speak so he can get out of this chokehold when Marvalo is distracted by whatever garbage Bellatrix looks ready to spew.
Harry continues struggling when he realizes that none of them are going to start speaking, and Marvalos's arms barely move an inch. "Let Me Go," Harry says, as he struggles to even sit up.
The Lestrange's stared as Harry grabbed onto Marvalos' arm to move to a sitting position. They all gasped as he struggled and cried out to the infernal man who wouldn't let him go.
"For god's sake, at least let me sit up properly, you stubborn idiot," Harry said, still struggling against Marvalos's annoyingly strong arms.
Rabastan let out a strangled sound, and Bellatrix waited eagerly for when Harry would be cursed for insulting their lord. Rudolphus looked as stern as ever, except now there was a subtle quirk to his lips.
Marvalos arm around Harry loosed slightly as he sat up in his lap. He grinned down at the man as he scowled up at him.
"I literally cannot believe you right now, Marvalo," Harry whispered, yelling as he glared at Marvalo.
"Shhh Harry, we have guests," Marvalo whispered back.
"Yes? What is it that you want? " Marvalo asked as he gazed at his three followers standing in front of him.
"M-m-my lord, w-i," Rabastan began.
"My lord, when shall this charade end? "We all know that the child is but a pawn. The lower ranks are gossiping. This must end," Bellatrix said boldly, stepping forward.
"Curcio" Marvalo intoned. Harry stilled completely as Marvalos's magic washed over him.
He could barely hear the screams over the pleasure that coursed through his body. His back arched as Bellatrix's screams got higher pitched.
"For your information, this is no charade as you seem to think it is," Marvalo said slowly as he raised his wand arm.
"We are in courtship, and it will soon be announced as I had planned." "Now leave my presence. I have business to attend to. " He said, as an afterthought, as he looked down at Harry.
Harry's breath was coming out of his little pants now as Marvalo looked down at him. His wand moved, and now he was at Harry's neck, kissing and murmuring soft words in his ear.
He heard some shuffling, and Marvalo looked up to say something to the people standing in the room. He whined and wasn't even embarrassed when it was long and needy.
The door was shut abruptly as Marvalo was back on his neck. Harry heard himself moan and his hips rocked forward into Marvalos's arm that still kept him pressed down.
"You aren't afraid of me?" Marvalo said.
Why would he be afraid of Marvalo? Oh right because he had just cursed someone in front of him. Harry did not care much for Bellatrix, but currently, all he cared about was getting Marvalos' hands on him.
"You're so hot, oh my God, please touch me." Harry moaned, rocking his hips harder.
"Good Boy," Marvalo said as his fingertips worked their way to Harry's crotch.
Draco laughed as he won another game of poker with his father. This day seemed to be getting better and better. He had won a total of three games today, and his father looked ready to lurch forward and strangle him.
His mother looked more peaceful than she had in days as she dozed off on the most uncomfortable couch that he had ever seen.
Harry walked in then, his neck covered in hickeys, his clothes ruffled up, and his hair more dishevelled than Draco had ever seen.
But Harry was giving the biggest grin as if he'd been declared ruler of the world or he'd won a million-galleon cash price. Not that they needed it; they had more than enough to fund twenty lifetimes.
His father looked Harry up and down and smiled his subtle smirk. He was pleased.
"I take it the meeting went well then?" Lucius asked, shuffling the cards in his hands.
"Bellatrix was crucioed," Harry said in lieu of a response.
Draco cracked a smile at that. He had listened to Harry complain about Bellatrix a million times. She seemed to have developed a deep hatred for Harry after the Dark Lord told her about his courtship.
Narcissa said it was a pity she was loyal; her head would have looked perfect over the mantle. Harry chuckled at that.
"Poker Harry?" Lucius asked for disturbing cards to play another round of the game. Harry nodded as he sat down and picked up his cards.
"Oh, by the way, I've signed the courtship contract." "We are apparently official now," Harry said as if it was a second thought.
Draco choked
Blaise is worried about Harry, as he always is. He is worried until Harry hugs him close-this is the fifth time Harry has initiated a hug, yes he has kept count over the years-and then he worries a little less.
He cannot seem to stop the perpetual worrying, but Harry being in front of him, safe and grinning like a loon, seems to dull this worry somewhat and all Blaise can do is grin back.
They go into the dorms, and they are on Harry's bed. They sleep on opposite sides, bodies close but not touching. There is only so much contact Harry will tolerate. But he talks, he talks for a long time, and Blaise listens.
It's rare for Harry to talk like this, excited and rambling. Blaise finds he likes listening to Harry talk. So he keeps as quiet as he can, which is not much, but Harry doesn't seem to mind when Blaise chimes in with comments and even grumbles good-naturedly when Blaise says he's a sap, which is the only truth Blaise is willing to accept after he's heard Harry go on about 'Marvalos eyes and his hair' for now nearing 15 minutes.
They giggle at each other when they eat lunch, and Blaise worries even less. But he still worries somewhat. His worry is at an all-time low because he's never seen Harry so giddy. Harry tells him about Marvalos's promise to meet him at Hogsmeade. And Blaise promises not to attack him on sight.
Because Harry knows Blaise so well, he tells Blaise that he hasn't said anything about who he's bringing to meet Marvalo. And so Marvalo does not know that he is a Zabini.