AN - Not gonna lie, the first half of this chapter is just... I can't write Smut. But I attempted it. So... You know, don't break my heart too much about it. Enjoy guys!
Oh, and also, Happy New Year!
Chapter 7
Tip Of The Iceberg
"The restaurant was lovely," Harry murmured as the two walked down a brightly lit street in Montmartre. "I've never eaten French food before."
Tom smiled. "Then I'm glad I introduced you to something new."
"I have a feeling that's going to be a running theme," Harry replied quietly.
He was surprised how much he'd enjoyed their evening. When Tom told him they were visiting France for a meal out, he'd barely been able to hold his eye-roll. Whisking him away to Paris for a night out was ridiculously cliche. Instead, they'd eaten at an intimate wizarding restaurant, and now Tom was leading him on a stroll through the cobbled streets in the moonlight.
No. Still cliche.
Internally scoffing at his own thoughts, Harry decided just not to worry about it. It might be cliched romance at its cheesiest, but he appreciated the thought, and he'd had a good time regardless.
"It is very irritating that you must return to Hogwarts tomorrow, Harry. We've barely had any time together since the wedding."
"I know. I'd apologise, but I can't be sorry for wanting to complete my education with my friends. We have... well, the rest of our lives together. A few months is nothing in the long run."
"Quite. Still, now that I no longer have a war to plan, I find my days rather... dull. I'm looking forward to the days when you will be around to... entertain me."
Harry snorted. "The Political season will be picking up shortly, Tom. Neither of us will have time for 'entertainment.'"
"I don't believe there will be much to concern ourselves with," Tom admitted. "Amelia was a very good choice for the Interim Minister, and the people will vote her into office. I'm unaware of anyone else who wishes to put their names forward."
"Rufus Scrimgeour was making some noise about it, and I believe that there will be at least two more names on the ballet, along side Amelia's. There have been mutterings, in the last weeks."
"Oh? I am surprised you seem more informed than myself on this, Harry. Where does your information come from?"
"You forget, Tom. I may not be fighting a war against you, but the people, and indeed the house-elves, Goblins and some of the other magical beings are all aware that I was willing. I have their respect, and their... perhaps not allegiance, but certainly enough of their loyalty that the whispers often find their way back to me without much effort."
"So, you have the light factions sending their whispers to you, and the dark factions obviously send theirs to me... we are quite the power couple."
Harry was surprised when Tom chuckled.
"What is amusing you?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about Dumbledore's horror if he could hear this conversation. I'm quite sure that the old man believed that we would be living entirely seperate lives, despite the marriage bond. As much respect as you have for the man, I still cannot abide him."
Harry sighed. "I never expected everyone to start getting on as long lost friends, Tom. The lull in animosity is a nice reprieve though, I will admit."
"There will be trouble in the future, you know. Rebellion groups from both sides, I have no doubt."
"Of course there will, it's inevitable. The Ministry will deal with them, or we will. Either way, I won't stand by while anyone tries to destroy the peace this marriage was to create," Harry replied, smiling when Tom squeezed his hand. "A lighter subject, perhaps. This evening is supposed to be a celebration, no?"
"As you wish, my dear. I believe that Narcissa and Lucius intend to renew their vows next summer. With Andromeda and Narcissa reconnecting, it appears that they rather enjoyed planning our wedding and wish to plan another."
"Poor Lucius," Harry grinned. "I wouldn't fancy taking them two on. Especially not when they're working together. The very idea is horrifying."
"Poor Lucius indeed. Do not be surprised if you see more of him at the Manor in the coming months. I believe he's going to attempt to hide under the guise of work as much as he can get away with."
Harry laughed. The idea of the stately Lord Malfoy cowering away from his wife and sister-in-law was rather amusing. He was suddenly looking forward to hearing all about the wedding plans.
"Andromeda is happy that she's back in contact with Lady Malfoy. I believe she's missed her family more than she lets on."
Tom nodded. "You are happy that she is happy?"
"Very. Andy is very important to me, there is not much I wouldn't do for her."
"There is not much you wouldn't do for anyone that you hold in high esteem, Harry. It's rather impossible not to notice that about you."
Harry blushed lightly. It wasn't like he could deny the words. He was surprised when Tom suddenly stopped walking, his hand raising to caress Harry's cheek.
"I do enjoy this," he murmured. "You look rather enchanting when you blush, Harry. It's very... alluring."
Their lips met in a kiss that wasn't quite gentle, yet it wasn't bruising either. When Tom pulled back, it was only to kiss his way to Harry's ear, to whisper, "I believe it time we return home, husband."
The apparition wasn't comfortable, long distance apparition was awful. Harry stumbled when they landed, held up only by Tom's arms. He found himself pressed against the wall of the Manor, Tom's lips on his neck.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Tom murmured, licking the column of Harry's neck before he bit down and sucked, clearly leaving a mark behind. The attention paired with the disorientation of the apparition were causing Harry difficulty in making his brain work long enough to reply. Instead, he turned his head slightly to give Tom more access, showing his agreement to the attention without the pain of trying to make actual words leave his lips.
"You have no idea how deliciously appealing you are, Harry."
Their lips were pressed together once more, Tom's hand holding Harry's head in place as he moved impossibly closer, their erections rubbing together through their clothes. Harry jolted at the sudden contact, but he didn't pull away, looping his arms around Tom's neck to anchor them together.
Tom shifted, grinding himself against Harry, who moaned low in his throat, the feeling intense. It was so different from the few times Harry had explored himself. The only problem was the wall wasn't the comfiest thing to be pressed against.
"Bed," he managed to get out, gasping when Tom's hand slipped between them to massage him through his trousers.
"Your wish is my command, My Harry," Tom whispered, a seductive lilt to his words. He stepped back, leading Harry into the Manor by the hand. When they reached the bedroom, Tom dropped Harry's hand and took off the outer layer of his outfit, before he helped Harry from his own. He slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt, placing gentle kisses on Harry's shoulder as the shirt parted to reveal more skin.
"I promised you that I would wait as long as you needed, Harry. If you want me to stop, you only need say," Tom assured him as he undid Harry's belt.
Buoyed slightly by the words, Harry swallowed the nerves the reprieve had allowed to emerge, and nodded. With slightly clumsy fingers, he raised his hands to undo the buttons on Tom's shirt. The older man stopped his own hands and let Harry take his shirt off.
"Take your trousers off and get onto the bed, My Harry," he murmured silkily, bending slightly to nip at Harry's ear. Watching his young husband finish undressing himself, Tom quickly divested himself of the clothing that remained, both of them remaining in only their underwear.
Harry climbed onto the bed slowly, shifting onto his back and propping himself up with his elbows. Tom stalked forward, positioning himself between his husbands legs as he crawled above him.
They paused for a moment before Harry took the initiative. His hand on Tom's neck, he pulled him down for a kiss, swiping his tongue along Tom's lips. Humming in approval, Tom opened his mouth for Harry to explore, their tongues dancing against and around one another. Tom pressed his body down on Harry's and the two of them gasped when their erections brushed together once more, only the thin barriers of their boxers stopping them from making contact.
With an impatient wave of his hand, Tom solved that, and their skin met. Harry buried his face in Tom's neck to mask the moan he let out, and Tom shifted his hand between them, taking both erections in hand.
Both men moaned when their cocks pressed together, and Harry bucked unintentionally, creating friction.
It was lost from there. They rocked and shifted, Tom gripping them in hand as they moaned and shuddered, finally coming undone with yells of their husbands name on their lips.
With enough mind to shift himself to the side so he wasn't completely covering Harry, they lay together, panting as they tried to regain their breaths.
"That was..." Harry breathed out, unable to think of a word to accurately describe the overwhelming feeling's he'd just experienced.
Tom chuckled, rolling to press his lips to Harry's temple.
"That was just the beginning, dear one. Just the tip of the iceberg."
Harry woke slowly, blinking against the muted light. He was confused for a moment, until the memory of last night materialised in his mind, making him blush with embarrassment and arousal.
"I believe I've already told you what that does to me," Tom murmured from beside him.
Grinning, Harry looked at his husband, turning onto his side. Tom's arms were wrapped around him, and they tightened slightly, pulling Harry closer. With a soft kiss, Tom said, "Good morning."
"Morning, Tom. What time is it?"
"Hmm? Oh, it's around six thirty, I believe. You have time for breakfast with me before you're return to school?"
Harry nodded. "Of course." He stretched, enjoying the way the slight tension in his back seemed to ease away. "I don't want to get up. You make for a surprisingly comfortable pillow."
Tom snorted. "There's something to add to my CV."
Laughing, Harry swatted at him gently. "Git."
Smiling, Tom nudged Harry's cheek with his nose. "You seem far more... relaxed with me this morning. Actually, you've been more relaxed around me since the wedding. Does your scar not hurt anymore?"
"Oh, I though you knew. Snape made a non addictive pain suppressant for me. I only have to take it once a week, and it's localised to my scar. I don't know how he did it, but you know, potions genius and all that. I'm sure he'll tell you about it if you ask him."
Tom nodded. "I'm sure he will, but as long as the problem has been fixed, it is of no worry to me how he did it. He is a very good Potions Master."
Before Harry could reply, there was a quiet crack and Kreacher appeared at the side of the bed.
"Begging pardon, Master Harry, but there be a problem."
Harry frowned. "What's the matter, Kreacher?"
"Sir needs to read the paper, Sir. Is in the kitchen, Master Harry, Kreacher will have breakfast prepared. For Master Lord too."
Harry nodded. "I'll be down shortly Kreacher. Thank you."
"There goes my opportunity to convince you to remain in bed with me for the next hour," Tom sighed as the two got up. "You take the bathroom first, Harry, it seems important to your elf that you get downstairs as soon as possible."
"Thanks," Harry murmured, the frown still in place as he tried to think of what could possibly be in the paper. He brushed his teeth and washed on autopilot, before returning to the bedroom, where Tom had taken out his uniform and robes and laid them on the bed.
He smiled at the older man as he dropped a kiss to his shoulder when passing, before he dressed quickly and made his way downstairs. There were two copies of the paper on the breakfast bar, and Harry flipped one open, snorting when he saw the headline.
Fudge Missing!
Proof That Lord Potter Black Has Joined The Dark Side!
Rubbing his finger along the bracelet Severus had supplied him with, Harry sat down to read. His breakfast appeared seconds later, and he absently munched on a piece of toast.
"You've joined the Dark Side already? Bloody hell, Potter, is a meal in France all it takes to seduce you?"
"Good morning to you too, Severus," Harry replied cheerily. "Would you like some breakfast?"
Snape shrugged. "Why not? It's not like I had the bloody time at the castle."
"Hmm. You might want to let Dumbledore know that you won't be back to teach today. I've a feeling that we're going to be invaded by Auror's shortly, and I'll need you to accompany me to the Ministry."
"I've already told him that I was with you. I'm sure you can let him know what's going on," Snape replied as a second breakfast appeared on the table.
"Quite. Kreacher!"
"Master Harry called?"
"Yes, can you please nip up to Hogwarts and tell Dumbledore that I'll likely not be back today, and that Snape is with me. It appears that Rita Skeeter has been sharpening her quill again, and I'm sure the Aurors are going to want to talk to me."
"Yes, Master Harry. Master Lord Tom's breakfast is ready sir, the other elves will send it up when he's ready."
"Thank you, Kreacher."
"Master Lord Tom?" Severus asked, snorting with amusement.
Harry shrugged. "Eh, whatever keeps him happy."
"What is the problem?" Tom asked walking into the kitchen. He rubbed Harry's shoulders as he leant over him to read the paper. "Ah. Yes, I see why your elf came to get you. Good Morning, Severus. I assume you're here for when Harry gets summoned to the Ministry."
When Snape nodded, Tom kissed Harry's cheek. "Thank you for calling him. I know you're only doing it to satisfy me."
Harry smiled, and Tom sat down, his own breakfast appearing in front of him. Before he could eat, a banging was heard at the front door.
"How rude. They could have at least firecalled first," Harry muttered, standing up to open the door.
"Continue your breakfast, Harry," Tom instructed, calling one of the elves to answer the door.
Three Aurors were shown into the kitchen moments later, and Harry grinned at Kingsley. "Morning, gentlemen. Do come in, we were just reading the morning paper. I assume this is why you're here?"
"I'm sorry we're disturbing your breakfast, Harry," Kingsley said, his deep voice perfectly calm.
Harry waved him off. "I'm almost ready to leave, you'll just have to wait a few minutes while I have my coffee."
"Now see here," one of the others said, a scowl on his face. "You can't just tell us to wait!"
"Actually, you'll find I can, because I just did," Harry replied. "Five minutes is not going to make or break your case, is it?"
"But -"
"And it's not like I could be hiding any weapons or such, because I'm sitting right in front of you, drinking my coffee," Harry finished, talking over the scowling Auror. "You must be new."
"He's only been with us for a few months," Kingsley confirmed, waving at the rookie to settle himself.
Harry shook his head. "You just can't get the staff these days, can you mate?"
"We're here because Minister Fudge has gone missing. There's evidence of a struggle at his home, and it's well known that you disliked him intensely! You need to come to the Ministry with us now, so we can question if you had anything to do with his disappearance!"
Kingsley sighed, shaking his head.
Harry raised his eyebrow at the rookie who was practically spitting feathers.
"Sweet Merlin, why would I waste the effort? Also, I believe the person you're talking about is Ex-Minister Fudge, as of yesterday. Ah well, shall we leave? Severus?"
"He's your sworn bodyguard?" Kingsley asked, glancing at Snape.
"Yep. By Contract."
"Fair enough, Harry. Come on, sooner we get there, sooner we can clear you of any wrongdoing. And I'll make sure Button here knows his place before he speaks with you again."
Harry laughed. "Don't worry about it, Kingsley. I love a good argument in the morning. Makes for an interesting day."
"I'll be at the Ministry shortly, Harry," Tom said when Harry stood up. "Unless you gentlemen are here to take me in for questioning as well?"
Tom was glaring at Auror Button, who was suddenly a few shades paler.
"We don't need to question you right now, Lord Slytherin," Kingsley replied firmly and professionally. "But we may need to speak with you to confirm anything Harry says."
Tom nodded briefly. "Like I said, I'll be at the Ministry shortly. I am sure that Auror Button here can be sent to find me whenever you have need of me."
"Well gents, shall we shift? Time's getting on, after all. Who knows what poor Fudge is going through," Harry said genially, smiling at the Aurors blandly.
Kingsley shook his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he waved Harry to walk in front of them, Severus falling into step beside him. It was going to be a hell of a morning.