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Ron had apparently come to terms with the idea of at least ignoring Tom's existence towards Yule. Harry decided to invite his two friends over for the afternoon the day before Yule and sent the letter off with Hedwig.
"Tom?" Tom shot up from his position on the floor and didn't bother marking his page before setting his book aside and kneeling next to Harry's chair by his desk. "You know you don't have to kneel like that, we've been over this." Tom blushed, just like he did every other time Harry had mentioned it, but didn't say anything about it. Harry just assumed he preferred it and didn't want to start an argument over something if it was something he was content doing.
"I've invited Ron and Hermione over for the afternoon today. Hermione is willing to put the past aside for me, but I'm a bit concerned about Ron. You're not to leave my side-for anything-while they're here. Got it?" Tom nodded and Harry lifted his chin so he knew Tom was listening to him. "I just don't want you to get hurt. You're not being punished, this is simply a precaution."
"Thank you, Sir." Harry smiled and they went back to their regular activities.
Ron and Hermione shot out of the floo just a few moments after Tom left to make tea in the kitchen.
"So, where is the bugger? I'm surprised you let him out of your sight, what if he runs away?" Hermione turned to the redhead, glaring so hard Harry was surprised Ron didn't turn to stone immediately.
"Ronald Weasely! You take that back! You promised you'd be civil today!" From the sound of it, Hermione was close to tears by the end of her outburst. Ron winced and tried to placate her, but she wasn't having any of it. "No, you go and apologize to your friend for being such a jerk. I can't stand to look at you right now." She crossed her arms and made a show of perusing some of the books that lined the opposite wall.
"Erm...sorry mate. I was trying to make a joke but apparently it fell flat." Harry nodded and accepted the apology before lowering his voice.
"What's up with Hermione?" Ron shrugged.
"Been like that for two weeks, she has." Ron laughed, drawing Hermione back into the conversation. She was going on about how nice Molly had been to her when Tom stood in the doorway. Harry got up and took the tea tray, thanking Tom for bringing more than they needed and conjured a chair for him to sit in. He purposefully made it much more soft than it needed to be, knowing that Tom would want something extra comforting for the stressful event of entertaining others.
Ron didn't say anything, but he nodded in Tom's direction and Hermione introduced herself quite happily, regardless of the silent nod she received. After Ron left to find a loo, Hermione turned to Harry.
"Don't tell Ron!" Her exclamation took him aback. She was keeping secrets from Ron? "I'm sorry I exploded earlier, it's hard to keep my emotions in check. I'm pregnant!"
Harry beamed at her, happy that she was excited about this turn of events in her life. Ron would be ecstatic when he found out. He let Hermione gush about it until they heard Ron's footsteps in the library.
"Oi, how do you not get lost in this bloody place? I've been walking for nearly ten minutes trying to find my way back!"
"You sort of get used to it, I guess." They laughed and once all the tea and snacks were gone Hermione told Ron they had to leave for Molly's family dinner. Ever the food lover, Ron managed to hurry up the goodbye process and practically fled to the floo. Hermione giggled at his antics and left in a much more civil manner, taking an anti-nausea potion before throwing the powder into the hearth and shouting for the burrow.
Tom was cleaning up the dishes, determined to not look at Harry. Frustrated that Tom would go through small bouts of not looking at him the last few weeks, Harry turned Tom around to face him and demanded to know what was bothering him. Tom shrugged.
"Listen to me, your issues are also my issues. Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to hide something from me?" Tom flinched, remembering the loss of his fluffy blanket that night. He had to sleep with one that was just as warm, but was scratchy and irritating. The next morning, he sobbed and asked Harry for his fluffy one back because this one itched and wasn't the same. He had been praised for coming to Harry with the issue he had and hadn't made the same mistake since. Until now, that is.
"It's nothing, I'm just lost in thought a lot lately." Never one to give in easily, Harry pressed him for more information. Tom was blushing with embarrassment but Harry was relentless and eventually got Tom to admit what was wrong.
"I forgot to brush my hair before bed and didn't realize you were in the shower-I thought you were getting your clothes from the closet and letting the water warm up but you were...well…" Realization dawned on Harry. He must have caught him wanking.
"I don't mind. I lived in a dorm where the shower was just one large room with a bunch of showerheads." Tom's eyes widened and Harry suddenly wondered if the Slytherins have individual stalls. "Is that all that's been bothering you?"
"No, I...I've never really noticed before but I can't...well I did that once but Icouldn'tgethardanymoreexceptwhenIsawyouwanking." Harry blinked and tried to decipher what Tom had just said.
"Slow down so I can understand you."
"I couldn't get hard anymore except when I saw you wanking and it's frustrating." Harry resisted the urge to laugh and settled for hugging Tom to him instead.
"It must be a part of having been enslaved to me by the ministry. Are you really unable to do anything about being so sexually frustrated?" Tom nodded, his blush turning him bright red. "We'll address this issue later. Come, let's start on dinner." Tom nodded and followed him to the kitchen.
That night Harry was in the shower and realized he had forgotten to grab a new bottle of shampoo. He called for Tom to bring him the spare from the closet and smiled when Tom delivered it. He couldn't help but notice that Tom's eyes were raking up and down his body and chuckled before closing the curtain so he could wash himself.
He came out of the shower freshly washed and dried to find Tom curled up on the bed under his big fluffy blanket. Harry pointed his wand at it and expanded it so it more than covered the entire bed. He laid down and turned the lights out so only the embers lit the room from the fireplace. He pulled Tom towards him like he did every night now and was surprised to feel Tom's hand creeping up his thigh.
"Tom?" Harry's voice sounded rough even to himself. He had almost been asleep when he felt fingers creeping up his leg.
"Master," Tom replied. Harry resisted the urge to groan, but barely.
"What are you doing?" The fingers stopped, just millimeters away from his throbbing erection.
"I don't know. I just felt like I should be doing it." Harry pulled Tom closer, happy to feel him relax into the crook of his arm again.
"Do whatever you're comfortable with." With that, Tom's fingers made their way up his silk covered length. They traveled back down the other side just as tantalizingly and only then did Tom wrap his fingers around Harry's erection.
It was bliss, even though his silk pants were still on. Tom moved with such curiosity that Harry had to wonder if Tom had ever done this before. It wasn't long before Harry was groaning his release and with a bit of raw magic, Harry cleaned himself up. The two fell asleep quickly after that.
The next morning, Harry woke up before Tom did. The brunet was moaning in his sleep and moving his hips. The erection poking into his hip was what sold him on the idea that Tom was having an erotic dream. He noticed that the size must be smaller than he thought, since it didn't feel very long or thick against him. Something just under average, maybe?
The mental picture of Tom splayed out under him with his small cock hard and leaking just for him turned him on faster than he would have believed possible.
He reached out and turned Tom over so his ass was snuggled up to Harry's member and reached around to the front of his sleep pants. The band was quickly untied and Harry plunged his hand in, and found Tom's erection. The head barely poked out from Harry's grasp, confirming the smaller than average assumption Harry had made. He smiled, noting that his fingers wrapped around the entire girth of it with some room to spare as well and started to move in time to Tom's moans. He felt when Tom's breathing changed ever so slightly, giving away the fact that he was now awake. Harry leaned in, lightly nipping at Tom's earlobe before whispering to him.
"Come for me, my pet." Tom exploded, screaming his release to the world. "Very good, you did very well." Tom preened at the praise, a blush creeping down his neck. "You've been a very good pet lately, haven't you?" He nodded. "Good, good. Tell you what, I'll let you make one request for today."
"Just one?"
"One, we'll see about the rest you may have."
"Can...can we do that again?" Harry smiled when he saw Tom's member twitch with renewed interest.
"So soon, my pet?" It twitched again and Tom's breath hitched. "I suppose I could be persuaded…" They spent the rest of the morning hours in bed with Harry bringing Tom to the edge over and over again to make up for all the time he'd been unable to do so himself. When their hunger made itself known, Tom practically skipped downstairs to get them something to eat while Harry slowly got dressed.
He had grown to like this new Tom. He was polite, well behaved and didn't pose a threat to anyone anymore. Perhaps it was time for Harry to take him to get some new clothes as a reward for being so good, especially this time of year. The two of them would go to Diagon Alley today.