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WARNING: SPANKING (an intense one...) in this chapter!
He tried to laugh again, failing miserably, "are your jokes always this awful?", he remembered just in time that he was supposed to act like an adult here, the adult that he actually was.
"I am not joking, Thomas", Gryffindor was close enough that Tom could see the glint of amusement in his eyes, "no one has ever disciplined you, hmm?"
"There was never any need for that, and there certainly isn't now", he replied coldly, "this whole conversation is ridiculous. I need to ask you to leave my house now. I am…I am going to bed."
"No, you are going to be a good little boy now and come over here like I told you to, Thomas."
"I won't."
"Very well then- I am going to count to three, and if you are not standing right in front of me by three, ready to apparate, I will come get you- and you will get an additional five with the belt."
"The…belt? You think that's gonna scare me, Gryffindor?", Tom snarled, "you might want to Crucio me instead, that is going to hurt a lot fucking more."
"This isn't about pain, Thomas."
"Oh yeah? Every punishment is about pain."
Gryffindor stifled a smile, already knowing that this would be a lot of work, "well, if you can handle a Crucio, I am sure you can handle a simple spanking, hmm?"
"Of course I can. You can slap me around all night with your fucking belt if that's what you need to feel better."
Oh, Thomas…
The boy really had no clue, but it was time for him to learn, and he would realize very quickly that being spanked was not much about the pain, but about the humiliation- especially at his age.
"Three seconds, Thomas."
The boy shot him an ugly glance, but he did get up and slowly walked over to him, "I still think this is ridiculous", he reminded the Founder, "but I guess I better volunteer myself before you use your belt on someone else- someone who can't handle it."
"How very heroic of you, Lord Voldemort", Gryffindor did not even try to hide the amusement from his voice, "let's go then- show me what a brave boy you are."
I am not a boy! I am an adult!
Before he was able to say anything though, Gryffindor had grabbed his shoulder, and they apparated straight into the entrance hall of Gryffindor Manor. He had been here before, once, when Salazar had invited him to talk about a partnership between them and the Dark Order. Obviously, it had never come to that since he had not liked the conditions.
"Follow me, Thomas."
"Not like I have a choice, right? You are still holding my wand hostage", he was trying to be sarcastic, but the truth was, he felt pretty nervous- he had never been spanked before, and if Gryffindor would really use his belt on him all night, he was going to be in for some pain.
"You always have a choice, Thomas", Gryffindor responded mildly, leading him down the hallway, "but in this case, the alternative would be even more…painful."
Fucking hell.
He bit his lips, following the Founder down yet another hallway, silently wondering where the fuck Gryffindor was taking him and how anyone could find their way around this damn maze of a house.
"Are we not going to the basement?", he finally blurted out when he could not stand it any longer, and Gryffindor stopped, looking at him with a small smile on his lips, "not today, no."
"Where are you taking me then?", he demanded to know, his irritation and nervousness growing, "and how do you even live in this place without a map?"
That made Gryffindor laugh, "I am taking you to my office, bad boy. It is right down this hallway, just around the corner over there."
They started to walk again, "hallway's all look the same to me", Tom mumbled, wanting to break the silence, "how many rooms does this house even have?"
"One hundred and twenty-four", Godric replied calmly, "it is a little smaller than Gryffindor Castle."
"You…you have a castle?", he knew he was trying to deflect, to talk about anything else than what Gryffindor was going to do to him inside his office, and the Founder easily accepted the change of topic, "yes, built in the fifteenth century. It's in Scotland, overlooking the sea. It is quite beautiful up there, you'd like it."
"I doubt it. I don't like anything that belongs to you."
Gryffindor just smiled at that, opening a door, "come on in- this is my office."
Tom hated the fact that he was impressed- the walls of the room were covered with massive bookshelves, filled to the last spot with books, and the huge windowfront showed a lake, surrounded by some magical light that made the water look like it was making waves, and there was a fireplace with some armchairs by it, and a couch that looked comfy enough to sleep on. The floor was covered with rugs soft enough to sink into them, and right in front of the window was the desk- a giant desk out of oak, dozens of folders and neatly stacked documents on top of it.
"There's not much space here", Tom eventually stated, "too much furniture."
"And why would I need space, Thomas?", Gryffindor asked evenly, walking over to one of the armchairs.
"I thought you wanna like chase me or something", Tom just said, "like, to make it more fun for you."
Sweet, confused boy.
"None of this is fun for me, Thomas- or supposed to be fun", Godric finally responded, his voice soft, "I am punishing you because you did something bad, and after you got your spanking, you will be all forgiven."
The boy blinked, "I don't…need any forgiveness, really. All that emotional bullshit is just…an annoyance."
"I am still going to forgive after we are done."
"Suit yourself, Gryffindor", he shrugged, walking closer to the desk, "so, where's your belt? You gonna start with this soon?"
"I'll start as soon as you come over here, Thomas", he was sitting in the armchair now, and when the boy frowned, clearly not understanding, he softly patted his knee for encouragement, "come here, bad boy."
Instead of obeying, Tom took a step back, distress clearly written all over his face, "wait, what? This is…this isn't what you said you would do! You said you would use your belt on me and hit me with that!"
"Oh, I will use my belt on you- while you are laying across my lap, Thomas", Gryffindor informed him calmly, "that's how a spanking usually works."
"Yeah, for little kids! I…I am eighteen, I am an adult!"
"You have been acting like a bad boy and you will get punished like one, Thomas", the Founder patted his knee again, "and since you said it's for little kids, you shouldn't be too worried about the pain, hmm?"
"I have never been worried about any damn pain!", Tom hissed back, "but this is…this is…it's just…you can't do that. I won't…allow it."
"Are you in charge here, Thomas?"
He had already opened his mouth to respond, to tell Gryffindor to screw himself, but when he saw the warning glint in his eyes, his bravado suddenly vanished, "I…I don't want this", he finally said quietly, "you have no right to do this to me."
"Are you planning to tell Fudge on me?", Tom hated the mocking tone of Gryffindor's voice, "I thought you were going to be my brave boy, Thomas."
He blushed, "not a boy", he mumbled, staring at the rug on the ground, "how many licks you wanna give me? Or is this just gonna go til you are bored of it?"
"I was thinking of twenty for today, Thomas", the Founder told him calmly, "and as I told you before, I do not enjoy disciplining you- but someone obviously has to."
"Could be Salazar instead", Tom pointed out, still avoiding to look at him, "or Fudge. Or anyone who treats me like an actual adult, not a fucking child like you do."
"I treat you accordingly to your behavior, Thomas."
"That's fucking bullshit."
"Watch your tone, boy- my patience is not endless."
"Stop calling me that! I am not a boy, and I am not a child! You…you always just show up to bother me, boss me around like I should listen to you, and I don't! You are nothing to me, and you mean nothing to me!", he could feel himself getting angry again, "and I am so done with you interfering with my life! I don't fucking need you, Gryffindor!", he was almost screaming now, not caring the slightest anymore if anyone else could hear him, "I'll take your silly kids punishment and your pathetic twenty licks, since you seem to get off on that stuff!"
He knew he had taken it too far when Gryffindor's expression darkened, "you are forgetting who you are talking to, Thomas", his voice had gotten icy cold, "and you know what I am done with? Your constant disrespect, your bad attitude and your insolent tone. You don't want me to interfere in your life anymore? Very well then- you will take your punishment now and then you can leave- and I promise you, I will certainly not bother you anymore after that."
Tom was trembling now, his hands balled into fists, "fine!", he spat out, walking over to the Founder, "go ahead then, I don't fucking care!"
Gryffindor did not respond, he simply grabbed him and in one, fluid motion pulled him over his lap. He held his hands together with one hand, trapping them, and used his other hand to keep him in place.
Tom kicked his legs in frustration, hating the position he was in now- he had not expected to feel this vulnerable.
"Stay still, Thomas", came Gryffindor's cold demand, and of course, he kicked his legs again.
Fuck you. I don't have to listen to you!
He howled in surprise when Gryffindor forcefully adjusted him on his lap, trapping his legs between his own legs, "you still think you can act up around me, boy? Think again", and then he heard some clicking noise, and when he turned his head, the only part of his body he was still able to move, he could see Gryffindor unbuckling his belt.
His stomach turned at the sight of the thick, leather belt with the metal belt buckles, and he did not even want to find out how much the belt buckle would hurt.
"You'll get twenty as I said- five with the belt, and then five with my hand, and then the same thing again. I am expecting you to count the ones I am giving you with my hand, and if you don't count them loud and clear, I'll keep going until I am satisfied. Are we clear, Thomas?"
"Crystal", he snarled back, trying to move his body in a more comfortable position, but there was no use- Gryffindor had effectively trapped him, making it impossible for him to defend himself.
"That's Sir to you, boy."
"Is this part of your little fantasy, Gryffindor?", Tom scoffed, "I am not going to call you Sir unless you call me Mylord."
He heard Gryffindor chuckle, "and whose fantasy would that be, Thomas? You will call me Sir- or it's ten with the belt."
"So? Better make it worth it then, Gryffindor."
The Founder had enough. He lifted up his hand, doubled the belt and then, it began.
"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten", he counted out loud, accompanying each number with a hard swat on the boy's backside, ignoring his frantic screams.
"What…what the fuck, Gryffindor! You fucking piece of shit, what…"
"And that's another ten", Gryffindor casually announced, "I told you to call me Sir, didn't I?"
"Fuck you!"
"Fifteen, then?"
Tom forced back a sob. He would not give in, he wouldn't- and if Gryffindor gave him a hundred licks, "whatever! I can fucking handle it!"
He could not help it but tense when Gryffindor lifted his hand again, and then the belt came down again. And again. And again…
"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen", he could hear the boy howling out in agony once he had reached eight, but he did not care. He had tried and tried to negotiate with the boy, to help, to warn him, and all he got was constant rudeness, not to forget that he also had betrayed him to Dumbledore.
"Stop! Stoooop!"
"Still making demands, Thomas?", he gave the boy another quick pat with the belt, causing Tom to buck, "now, what do you call me?"
Tom blinked back tears, his whole backside burning in agonizing pain, "call…you…an…arrogant bastard!", he finally spat out, "I…fucking hate you!"
"Alright- that's another ten for you, Thomas", Gryffindor told him calmly, "you know, you'd already be done if you had called me Sir from the beginning and be respectful, but I guess we are going to do this the hard way, hmm?"
"Screw you, you fucking bastard!"
The Founder just laughed, "and you just raised it to fifteen again- you want to keep going, Thomas? See how much you can really handle?"
"I can handle everything! This…this doesn't even hurt!", he knew he was lying, but he would not humiliate himself any further by telling Gryffindor how fucking painful this goddamn spanking really was.
"Alright- we'll do another fifteen then, and after that, we'll see if you changed your mind", Tom wanted to curl himself into a ball when he could hear Gryffindor lifting up the belt again- but there was no way out, he was forced to endure this hell of a punishment.
"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen", Gryffindor counted, not surprised when the boy started to scream out by number four already, and he screamed and yelled and howled and bucked and struggled with all his might, but Gryffindor held him in a tight grip, not even giving him an inch to move, "easy there, bad boy- I thought it doesn't even hurt, hmm?", he had to smile when Tom let out a small little sob, forcefully yanking his head away from him, "it…it doesn't. I can…take a lot more."
"Your pride, hmm?", Gryffindor carefully pulled him closer, "you know, I can spank you for lying as well, Thomas."
"I am not lying!", he hissed back, desperately trying not to scream out in pain again. His backside felt raw- and he was certain he was bleeding already, and it hurt so damn much…but he couldn't back down. He just couldn't.
"You are really willing to take this to the next level, Thomas? Think carefully what you want to say to me now."
"All I have to say to you is that you are nothing but a bastard, Gryffindor."
The Founder sighed, "ten more with the belt, Thomas", he informed him calmly, knowing he would have to stop soon- the boy had already taken forty, and soon the line between discipline and abuse would be crossed, but he was determined to teach him a real lesson here, one that he would not forget for a very long time. And if it helped him to let go of his damn pridefulness, that was just a bonus.
"I don't care!"
"We shall see about that, Thomas. You are already in a lot of pain, aren't you? You have been taking twice as much as I wanted to give you originally."
"Told you I can fucking handle it!", the boy snarled back, but Godric had no problem hearing the underlining despair in his voice.
"I never doubted that, Thomas."
"Whatever, bastard."
He gave him a quick swat for that, making him hiss out in pain, "watch your tone, boy- or we'll be here all night. I am done with you disrespecting me like this, and I am done with that bad attitude of yours. You really are a bad boy, Thomas."
Something inside him snapped at those words, and why the fuck did they even hurt as much as they did, "just let me fucking go! I am done with this! I am done with you! I want to leave!"
"You will leave- once we are done here, you will get to go back to your lonely, dark Mansion, full of lavish things you do not even appreciate, and when you go to bed tonight, your backside is going to remind you how disappointed I am in you."
Disappointed. He's disappointed in me.
He could have guessed as much, but hearing Gryffindor say it out loud, in this disapproving, cold tone somehow made it so much worse, and suddenly, he was not even able to force back the tears anymore. He bit his lips so hard they started to bleed in a desperate attempt to stay silent, to cry quietly without Gryffindor knowing how much his words had affected him.
"Nothing to say anymore now, hmm?", Gryffindor sounded sarcastic, "I should have done this a long time ago if it keeps you nice and quiet eventually, Mylord."
Tom could see a tear falling on the rug right in front of his face, and he closed his eyes in another futile attempt to force the tears back.
"Well, I promised you ten more, so that is what you are going to get, Mylord", and now his voice was cold again, and Tom could feel the tears coming faster now, his face already wet with drool, sweat, and tears.
"You…you don't…have to call…me that, actually", he eventually croaked out, hating how small he sounded, "I…I was…just…I did not…mean it."
The truth was, he had gotten used to be called Thomas by the Founder- he did hate it, but nothing could be worse than being called Mylord- it just sounded so…distant. Like he hadn't sat with him up at the owlery, tousling his hair, like he hadn't called him my brave boy just today, like…he hadn't…
"You rather have me call you Your Highness?", Gryffindor's tone was still mocking, "or how about just Lord? Lord of the Dark Order has a nice ring to it."
He had no idea why every word from Gryffindor hurt more than all of the damn licks with the belt had altogether suddenly, "Tho…Thomas is fine", he whispered, "or…the other thing."
My brave boy.
"Bad boy?", Gryffindor asked, his voice even, "you know, it really is a shame you cannot be good- you want to know what I would call you then?"
Tom pressed his lips together so tightly he could feel the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth. He did not want to know what Gryffindor would call him, he did not want him to say anything to him anymore- because everything he said made his heart feel more and more heavy.
"I would call you my sweet boy", Gryffindor now said, "and my good boy. I might even call you my sweet little Tommybear."
Tom was glad Gryffindor had released his hands earlier because it allowed him to push his fist inside his mouth, preventing him from crying out loud. This should not affect him so much, it really shouldn't, and he was ashamed to admit that it did- just imagining Gryffindor calling him his good boy was more than he could handle.
He does not mean it! He hates you, he never even wants to see you again after this!
"Stop…saying…stuff…like this", he finally managed to croak out, his voice thick with tears, "just…get it…over with. Please."
He hated himself for begging, but he knew he would not be able to handle anymore of Gryffindor talking about calling him a sweet boy- it was too much. It was all too much.
"You don't want to be my good boy then?"
Yes.
"No", he was close to crying now, "I want…I want…to leave. Please. Please…let me go. I will…stay away from you."
"And you'll call me Sir?"
He stifled a sob, "yes…Sir. I call you…Sir. Or…whatever…you want, Sir."
"Hmmm…", he could feel Gryffindor adjusting him on his lap again, "whatever I want…I'll remember that, sweet boy."
Sweet boy.
Sweet boy.
Sweet boy…
And then, he started to cry. He cried like he had never cried before, the tears just came streaming out of his eyes, and he had never felt more sad, more confused, and more utterly lost than at this very moment.
"Looks like someone likes being called a sweet boy, hmm?", Gryffindor's voice was surprisingly soft, and seconds later, he felt his hand in his hair, caressing it, just like he had at the day up in the owlery.
"N…no, just…hur…hurts…Sir", Tom managed to say, desperately trying to save at least some of his pride, and he could hear Gryffindor laugh quietly, "stubborn boy", it sounded fond, "now, I wish I could say we are done, sweet boy- but those licks were just for being defiant. You still need to get your ten, and then the original twenty."
Tom let out a desperate sob, thirty more of this hell was going to turn his backside into a burning agony, "please…please, Sir. I don't want…anymore. I'll go, I'll never…I'll never…bother you…again."
"Never again?"
"Yes…Sir. Never. You don't…I'll…could move…far…away", he sounded miserable though, and he still did not even know why- never seeing or talking to Gryffindor again should be a dream come true, but then- why did it not feel like it?
"I don't want you to move far away, sweet boy", Gryffindor now said, his voice amused, "after all, whose important meetings would I be able to interrupt then?"
"I…but you said…I am disrespectful, and…you…are always mad at me, and…you are punishing me…so…I thought…", he did not know how to finish his sentence, too confused to organize his thoughts.
"I am punishing you because you have been a bad boy, Thomas", Gryffindor replied mildly, "and this spanking is supposed to help you to behave better in the future. Now, we do need to deal with the rest of your discipline- and since you said please so nicely, I'll give you a choice here. You can get ten more with the belt and be done, or ten more with my hand and be done. What do you choose?"
"Ten…with your hand, Sir", came the quiet reply, something Gryffindor had expected him to say.
"You will count nice and loud, sweet boy", he reminded the boy, gently starting to pull down his pants. It did not surprise him when Tom instantly tensed, making a sound of distress, "no! No, please! Don't! Don't do that, Sir! Please!"
Gryffindor ignored his pleading and kept pulling down his pants and underpants until the backside of the boy was exposed. It was colored in an angry red, courtesy of the belt, and Gryffindor hummed in approval when he saw the marks. It had not cut the skin, so he was not bleeding, but it would be sore and hurting for several days.
"No! No, please, Sir! Please!", the boy started to cry again, desperately trying to cover his backside with his hands. Godric had expected that move as well, so he easily pinned his hands together with one hand, holding them tight, "spankings with the hand are always on the bare bottom, sweet boy", he told the boy calmly, "and you have been a naughty boy, haven't you?"
Tom howled with mortification, struggling with all his might, "I…I want the belt! I take the belt instead! Sir, please! I take…twenty with the belt! Please, please don't do this! Please don't, Sir, please, Sir, I'll be so good, Sir, so good!"
Gryffindor had to smile. The boy was responding very well to getting a spanking on his naked backside, just as he had hoped he would.
"You will be very good once I am done with you today", he told him calmly, tightening his grip, "you won't disappoint me again, isn't that right?"
Tom whimpered, "no, Sir, never, Sir!"
"Good boy", and then, he lifted his hand, feeling the boy clench.
Smack.
It had rather been soft, but Tom screamed louder than when the belt had hit him, "nooo! Noooo! Stop! You have to stop! Sir, pleaseeee!"
"I need you to count, Thomas", Gryffindor simply said, tightening his grip even more. He could feel the boy getting ready to kick again, but when he tightened his grip again, the boy stilled, calming down.
"There you go", it sounded pleased, and he meant to store that little information for later, "there's my sweet boy. Now, can you tell me what the number was?"
"That…number…the…it was…number…first. First", the boy babbled, and Gryffindor smiled, "one, Thomas", he told him softly, "can you say one for me?"
"One. I can say one, Sir."
"What a smart boy you are", he gently tousled his sweaty hair, and then he lifted his hand again.
Smack.
The boy screamed again like he had been hit by a Crucio, but Godric knew it wasn't so much the pain that made him scream- it was the humiliation of getting smacked on his naked butt with his hands.
"Second…one…two!"
Gryffindor hummed in approval, and he kept going- and Tom's screams and howls quickly escalated to screeches of terror, the mortification and shame he was feeling unbearable.
Smack.
"Se...se...seven! Done, Sir, please, please, pleaseeeeee!"
"Who is in charge, Thomas?"
"You! You are! Sir, you!", Tom instantly replied, his voice thick with embarrassment, "just…please…please…"
"Three more, Thomas- show me what a brave boy you are", he was already being kind of lenient with not giving him twenty, but ten he would get- and it would do him good to have someone stick to a consequence with him.
Smack.
"No! NOOOOO!", the boy was kicking again, so Gryffindor quickly trapped his legs even more, giving the boy another, harder swat, "you will not kick, understand?"
"Ooooowww! Awwww!", he was sobbing hysterically now, and Godric knew they were almost there- the boy was almost ready to fully surrender.
"I am waiting for an answer, Thomas", he kept his voice cold, "or does my bad boy need another ten on his naughty backside?"
"No kick! I don't kick! Sir! No kicking, Sir! I am good, good!", the boy blurted out, clearly panicking by the mere thought of getting more spanks with his hand, "number…nine, Sir!"
That made Gryffindor laugh, "you wish, naughty boy- the extra one was for kicking your legs. You will get two more- and if I see those legs kicking again, it's five extra, understand?"
"Yes…Sir", Tom choked out, almost unable to speak. He had never been this humiliated in his entire life, and he had thought a spanking was nothing- something for little kids that was barely painful. As a matter of fact, he was in brutal pain since Gryffindor apparently had a hand out of iron, and there was just something very degrading about getting smacked on his naked ass. He really had underestimated the Founder- and now he was paying the price for it.
"Good boy."
He flushed, not knowing why in the world it made him feel so…strangely giddy when Gryffindor called him that. He wasn't a boy, he was an adult!
Smack.
"Ni…nineee", he was careful not to kick his legs again, knowing he was so close to be done with this. So close.
Smack.
"Ten! That…was ten!", he blurted out, "please, done, Sir!"
"Shhh…yes, you are all done. You did well, Thomas", and then Gryffindor gently pulled his pants back up and then he carefully picked him up, pulling him close, "all forgiven, sweet boy", he said in his ear, his voice low and affectionate, "you are all forgiven now."
Tom sobbed, not knowing what to do with his hands, with his body, with all the strange, new emotions inside his head, "forgiven", he repeated numbly, "I'm forgiven."
"Yes, you are, Thomas", Gryffindor sounded amused, slowly caressing his hair, "and now it's time to apologize, hmm?"
"Sorry, Sir", the boy instantly blurted out, "for…being…rude?", it sounded like a question, and it made Godric smile, knowing that it was a start, "unfortunately, there are a few more people to apologize to, sweet boy. Let's go", he put Tom back on his feet, extending a hand, "you are going to hold my hand, Thomas", he instructed him calmly, "and then you are going to follow me downstairs, and you will apologize to the army for betraying them to Dumbledore. They are waiting for you in the living room."
Tom did not move, staring at him in raw fear, "Nonono, Sir, not…I…can't! Please, please don't make me do that!"
Gryffindor simply turned him around and delivered another hard smack to his sore backside, causing him to howl, "backtalk again and it's another spanking, Thomas", he told him coldly, "now, are you going to be my sweet boy and obey, or do I need to put you across my lap again like a naughty boy?"
Tom sobbed with mortification, being called a naughty boy was just…too much, "I do…what you say, I do…anything, but please…please not…again, Sir!"
"That will depend entirely on your behavior, Thomas", he took his hand, leading him out of his office, "now, I am expecting you to be nice and quiet- you will walk slowly, just like you are right now, and you will keep your head down, understand?"
"Ye…yes, Sir."
The boy sounded frightened, and Gryffindor had to smile. He knew the fear was mostly based on the spanking he had given him, and he knew that right now, Tom would avoid to do anything that would lead to more pain and humiliation.
"Good boy, Thomas", he was quite happy with the progress they had made today, and when he could see the boy blush slightly at the praise, it made him smile even wider.
Someone likes being my good boy.
He took the boy straight to the living room where the inner circle of the army still was. The remaining army members were Remus Lupin, Tonks, the Weasley's, some Aurors, Hagrid, the Hogwarts students- and Salazar and Aurelius.
Everyone looked up when he entered the room, Tom on his hand. The boy had lowered his head, and Godric could feel him tense as soon as he got aware that they had an audience.
"Thomas here- also known as Voldemort- has something to say to you all", Gryffindor began calmly, seeing how the eyes of Harry and his friends went wide, "we are still in truce negotiations, and I have a feeling they will be more successful this time around", he gently pushed Tom forward, "go ahead, Thomas."
Tom wanted the ground to open up and swallow him- this was his worst nightmare. He was being forced to apologize to Potter and his little friends. Potter.
Still, he could not take another spanking, not even one more lick. His backside was hurting so much it was almost unbearable, and he knew Gryffindor would take him straight back to his office, pull his pants down, and…
I rather apologize to Potter and fucking Dumbledore than that again.
"I…I am…so…sorry for…for…telling…Dumbledore…about…about…your…attack", he choked out, his voice thick with shame and humiliation, "I…I am…sorry", he was too ashamed to look up, he was too ashamed to even breathe loudly.
So much for being a brave boy.
His eyes filled with tears again, and all of a sudden, he could not stand to be around Gryffindor, or Salazar, or anyone anymore. They were going to sneer at him anyways, pointing fingers, laughing how pathetic he was, how…
I need to get out of here.
He stifled a sob, and then he turned around and ran out of the room as fast as he could, anything to get away from everyone. He did not know his way around at the Manor, so he just ran down the hallway, randomly entering one of the rooms. It turned out to be another, smaller living room with a tiny fireplace and some bookshelves on the wall. Tom had no idea what to do anymore, so he just crumbled down in front of the fireplace, crying in misery.
He thought he'd felt awful before, but it was nothing to how ashamed, lonely, sad and lost he felt now- curled into a ball in front of the fire in a living room at Gryffindor Manor.
poor Tommy...but Gryffindor will come to the rescue ;) so there will be tons of H/C and fluff in the next chap- and Aurelius will finally meet Tom :D
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Antonie :)