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After the shower Harry told Tom to get back to his room while he got them lunch. Time seemed to have passed faster than both of them had anticipated. Finding the woman Abraxas had put an Imperius curse on, he asked her if he could prepare something special for Tom. The woman's reaction was unexpected as she forced him to take a seat and disappeared in the kitchen to prepare the lunch herself. As he was waiting, he noted the orphans, who were present in the room, where eyeing him. He smiled a little unsure at them and they quickly avoided their eyes. Sighing he looked back to the kitchen door – they would never thrust him. The woman burst through the door, he had been watching and sprinted towards him with a plate in her hands. "Here you are," she smiled with dazed eyes.
"Thanks, Uh... what's your name?" Tom might not find it important for him to know who she was, but it was for him.
"Martha," the woman smiled but Harry could see it wasn't a real smile. She wasn't able to perform real smiles anymore.
"Thank you, Martha," he accepted the plate and turned around walking back to the stairs that would take him back to Tom's room.
-THTH-
Remembering how his boy's hands had run over his chest, following the trail of water that had been made by the water falling out of the shower cap, made him horny again. In his mind those lips attacked themselves on his and sucked at his lower lip almost like they were trying to suck his sanity away. His own hands were squeezing the buttocks of the other, avoiding the still tender hole and moving them making their dicks brush together. Opening his eyes, he gazed hazily at his crotch and cursed. His boy had gotten even more under his skin. He couldn't get enough of him. Sighing his hand caressed his clothed dick and groaned in annoyance. He needed Marvolo now! His thoughts got interrupted by a small knock on the door. Angry at the one who would interrupt his thoughts – he knew it wasn't his boy as he wouldn't knock – he pulled open the door. Another teen was standing before him, the second oldest orphan in the orphanage after him. The girl huffed up at him, she did never like him. "Some idiot send you this," she pushed a small package against his chest. When Tom didn't accept it, she let it drop to the floor, not caring if she broke it. Her eyes moved over his chest to the room behind him. "Your friend's not here?" She asked not embarrassed at the least. Brown eyes narrowed. He had seen the looks she had been given his Marvolo and didn't like it. The sounds of plates bumping together pulled his attention and he saw his boy walk towards them carrying their lunch.
"Tom?" The messy black-haired teen called clearly surprised to see he wasn't alone.
"She was just delivering a present," he stated forcing the girl back with his body to make room for the youngster. For a second confusion shone in the green eyes and he urged his boy inside. Ignoring the girl, he followed closing the door behind him. Sneering he looked at the other and realised the interrupting orphan had destroyed his horniness.
"Tom?" he frowned at how close his boy suddenly was. "Here eat." A piece of apple was placed against his lips and he opened them letting the piece enter. Biting in it his hand rose to capture the wrist that was holding it and his eyes captured green ones. Once the piece was gone, he sucked at the fingers before releasing the limb again, never letting go of the green eyes. Slowly those eyes got closer until they closed, and he felt a pair of lips on his. A sweet kiss followed. "Let's eat," Marvolo whispered when they broke apart and retreated from the other with a smile. Tom couldn't help but smile himself as he watched the other settle himself on their bed.
'Tonight, we'll sleep in a king-size.'
-THTH-
"Why are we at the zoo?" Tom asked confused looking up at the grant entrance.
"You'll see," Harry smiles mysterious. He figured as Voldemort has a thing for snakes, Tom probably also does. He paid their entree; Martha had been all too happy to sponsor their little trip and pulled the black-haired teen towards the reptiles. Once inside the dark building the older teen's eyes widened and the corner of his mouth slipped upwards. He knew where the youngster was taking him. They stopped before the first snake they came across. A yellow anaconda was lying in a bundle halve under a branch. Tom couldn't help himself and hissed at the snake. Curious the anaconda rose its head and looked at the both of them.
"Good day..." the snake hissed as response to the black-haired teen's greeting.
"Do you like it here?" The older teen continued, and Harry looked surprised at him. His mind suddenly pulled him back to his first meeting with a snake. He had accidentally freed the reptile and caused quite an uproar.
"It's okay, no predators and enough food. I can sleep all day..." Tom nodded approvingly, and Harry couldn't help but smile a little.
"You don't miss company?" he hissed and felt brown eyes stare at him in surprise. Another reason for this visit was to get them closer by letting the future Dark Lord know about the ancient animal language they shared.
"I like being by myself," the snake answered not the least stunned by the fact that two wizards, who could both speak Parseltongue stood before his pen. They shared a couple more words with the reptile before making their way towards the next one. An hour later they left the reptile building and Harry could feel Tom's gaze on him.
"What?" he asked sitting down on a bench. His feet could use a little rest.
"You speak Parseltongue?" His gaze held curiosity. Harry smiled teasingly.
"Of course..." he shifted closer to the other before retreating himself quickly again as muggles passed them. He knew all too well that the muggles of this time would never accept a gay couple and Tom would probably kill them if they formed a threat. The Head Boy seemed to understand his dilemma and pulled out his wand. For a moment Harry thought he was going to hex the muggles, but instead pointed the wand towards themselves. He whispered a cloaking spell before pulling Harry closer. Blue eyes couldn't help but glance around them, but nobody took notice of them.
"We should be able to show intimacy in public!" The black-haired teen mumbled angry and the youngster frowned not knowing what to answer to that.
"You're not fucking me publicly!" he joked trying to lighten the mood, which worked as brown eyes stared shocked at him.
"O-of course not!" Tom reacted clearly taken aback and Harry blinked surprised at the light colouring his cheeks were getting.
'He's blushing!' he thought shocked.
"Purebloods don't even talk like that among muggles! Does everyone talk like that in the future?" The black-haired teen whispered shaking his head stunned.
"Pretty much," the brunet shrugged before kissing the other's cheeks teasingly. He liked the little blush that didn't seemed to want to retreat. Tom shook his shock of him and stood up.
"Let's see what more the zoo has to offer us," he said with a small smile holding out his hand for the other. Harry accepted it and felt the other's arm crawl around him as they continued their tour through the park.
-THTH-
After diner, which Tom demanded to pay, they made their way back to the orphanage and Harry pulled out his present. "Happy birthday!" he called handing the book to Tom, who eyed it with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought I'd received my present this morning?" The older teen teased the youngster, who glared at him playfully. Unwrapping the book, the other eyed it with surprise clearly visible on his face.
"I'm sorry, for what happened with Spave..." Brown eyes slid towards him and he got pulled against the older teen.
"It wouldn't have worked anyway," Tom kissed him reassuringly as his arm kept the brunet in place.
"You're not interested in joining their group anymore?" Harry asked not knowing how to feel. Would that be a good or a bad thing?
"I'm not saying that..." the black-haired teen answered turning the book around in his hand. "This book looks really interesting!" he mumbled almost surprised. The youngster couldn't contain his smile. His present was a success.
"What did you mean with Dumbledore refused?" he asked remembering the letter and the conversation at the politician's house. Tom looked surprised at him before smiling at him.
"That's nothing you need to worry about. With me coming of age it doesn't matter any longer." Harry's eyebrow rose in surprise.
"Then did Dumbledore succeed?" he wondered confused. Luckily the confusion was written on his face or Tom would probably have hurt him for saying that.
"No... he just slowed us down," the black-haired teen answered, scanning his face before laying the book on the bed behind them. Harry watched him as the arm around him pulled him closer against the other's chest. Pulling out his wand the older teen dispelling the cover and kissed the youngster while wrapping his other arm also around Harry.
'Us, he said us...' The youngster could only see that as a sign he was trusted. "And what did he slow down?" he asked when his lips were released again, and Tom's eyebrow rose interested.
"Our future," he answered mysterious and the brunet felt a little annoyed but didn't show it. Instead he wrapped his arms around the other's neck and pouted cutely. Those seduction lessons were going to pay off right now. He hadn't made a fool out of himself before Ron for nothing.
'Okay, not the right time to think about Ron.' "And what do you see for our future?" he asked kissing Tom teasingly. Slowly he made a trail of butterfly kisses to his neck.
"You... and me... in bed." The kisses stopped for a moment to let out a laugh.
"And..." Harry questioned further and one of Tom's hands slid down to his buttocks.
"Me... in here..." the black-haired teen pushed his finger against the other's hole.
"Tom!" Harry yelp surprised.
"That's not what I mean!" Brown eyes got a questioning look. "Even if it's true," he continued shrugging while pushing Tom towards the bed. The Head Boy sat down on the edge and the youngster crawled on his lap. "What are you going to do after this year?" he asked curiously. "When will I be able to see you?" Harry continued. Honestly, he didn't want to think about barely seeing Tom. If that was because he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on him or because he would miss him badly, was another thing he didn't want to think about.
"I'll be watching over our house," warm tingles appeared inside Harry's chest, "and be making money for our dream..."
"Our dream?" he felt the smile that had appeared on his face stiffen.
"Yes, a place isolated from muggles." The smile fell.
"And where do muggleborns fit in that dream?" Tom frowned.
"They don't." Green eyes widened and Harry stood up, moving off the other's lap.
"One of my best friends is a muggleborn, my mother is a muggleborn!" Tom rolled his eyes and leaned backwards on his hands.
"I said muggles, not muggleborns." The youngster narrowed his eyes.
'Since when is there a difference?' he wondered.
"The purebloods and half-bloods meet them once they attend Hogwarts or some other school," Tom continued with intense eyes. "There's no reason wizards should come in contact with muggles." The messy black-haired teen got a considering look.
"I guess..." he did remember his parents met in Hogwarts and Ron and he also met Hermione there. Tom straightened again and signed him to come closer again. "That plan doesn't contain any killing, does it?" Harry asked carefully but did step closer to the bed. The future Dark Lord smiled at him and raised his hand.
"Come here."
"That isn't an answer," he retorted stubbornly.
"I know. Come here." Green eyes narrowed.
"No," he added a teasingly tone to his voice – he didn't have a death wish. Tom seemed to get it as his eyes got a twinkle in them.
"No? Come here, Marvolo."
"No," Harry moved backwards. The other raised his eyebrows before getting up from the bed. The first step towards him, made the youngster smile expectantly.
"Don't keep me waiting, Tom," the seductive voice rolled from his lips and he thought he heard the Head Boy growl. Slowly he continued moving backwards, swaying his hips suggestively and the future Dark Lord moved faster with every step until his arms captured him against the wall. "It seems you caught me," Harry purred as his captor brought his face closer to his.
"Seems I did. What should I do with my captive?" Tom asked teasingly never taking his eyes from the other's.
"I can think of something," the messy black-haired teen answered and wrapped his arms around the other's neck before pulling him down in a kiss.
-THTH-
"Marvolo, are you ready?" Tom asked while shrinking his trunk.
"Yes, just trying... to close..." Turning around the black-haired teen watched his boy struggling to close his trunk. Huffing the youngster finally succeeded and sat down on it. Green eyes looked up. "Abraxas bought me way too much clothes." The Head Boy smirked at that and raised his wand. His boy stood up as he charmed his appearance and shrunk his trunk. Putting both trunks in his pocket he walked to his bedroom door.
'This will be the last time!' he thought with a smirk as he left that dreaded room and finally that forsaken orphanage. Without a glance he stepped outside and felt a hand slip into his. Smiling he pulled Marvolo closer while whispering a cloaking charm. No muggle was going to ruin his mood!
-THTH-
"Marvolo!" Ignatius yelled from far. Tom watched the Parkinson make his way towards them with Alex behind him. "Good morning, my Lord," he added once he stood before the Head Boy and got a nod of recognition.
"Hi, Ignatius, Alex, did you have a good holiday?" The brunet asked politely. Crabbe answered shortly with a "yes" and the other's eyes were glued on the entwined hands of his Lord and his boyfriend. Marvolo got shot a teasing look, making the boy blush and he stepped towards his friend. He gave Tom a clench of the fingers and a blushing smile before their hands got unbound. Brown eyes watched how the boy got surrounded by his two guards. They observed the Parkinson for a moment as the sixth year whispered something embarrassing in his boy's ears. Marvolo gave him a poke with his elbow and Ignatius snickered. In his gut he felt jealous for the proximity between the two friends, but with how intimate they had recently become, he knew his boy only had eyes for him. Looking to the left, he watched how the Head Girl walked towards him and nodded at her. It was time to supervise the first years. Sometimes he wondered why he had accepted the damn position before remembering.
"Watch Marvolo!" he ordered Abraxas, who had found his way to his side again. The blond had been with them the whole train ride and had only left them when they exited their coupe, to make an appearance to his followers. Like expected the Malfoy had returned when it was time for Tom to leave. Speeding up the black-haired teen laid his hand on his boy's back and watched blue eyes turn to him. "I'll see you at breakfast." Marvolo nodded comprehending the situation and accepted their trunks, which Tom was already holding out to him. A quick kiss and the Head Boy's feet carried him towards the Head Girl. The last thing he saw, was Alex making place for Abraxas beside the brunet.
-THTH-
"Finally!" Harry huffed when he could finally close the door behind Abraxas. He still had half an hour before breakfast would be fully taking place. Walking to the bed he sat down on the edge and stared at his trunk. 'Why don't the house-elves move our trunks?' he wondered, knowing all too well that they couldn't enter Tom's pocket. His eyes were pulled to Tom's trunk like it was magnetic. 'What would he be hiding in there...' he wondered and got up. Making his way before the trunk he bent down and studied the lock. The magic seemed to be glowing around it. Harry couldn't help but raise his hand and look at the lock on his bracelet. 'It's probably the same spell,' he realised dropping his hand again. He hadn't really tried to open the bracelet, but if he did, he didn't think he would succeed. And maybe a second reason was that he didn't really want to leave Tom. 'I won't be able to open it,' he reasoned watching the trunk as he straightened himself. Pulling his eyes from it he stepped towards the door. Ignatius and Alex were probably already waiting for him in the common room.
-THTH-
"How was your first day?" Marvolo asked when Tom entered their room again. The youngster was sitting on their bed with his homework on his lap. Without answering the black-haired teen walked over to the bed and dropped down next to his boy. He waited until the brunet looked up again and kissed him. Then he laid down behind him, draping his arm around the other's waist.
"Missed you," he answered and saw his boy smile at him. The books and notebook got closed and Marvolo moved his body until he was lying beside him.
"I missed you too, you were so busy today, I barely saw you."
"Being Head Boy..." Tom mumbled as explanation while letting his hand trail from the waist to the butt. The brunet snuggled closer and kissed him gently. Both already knew where this was going to end.
-THTH-
Harry was feeling sweaty and sticky, but he didn't care as he felt Tom's naked chest rise against his. He stupidly smiled while slowly tracing circles on the other's back. "Hn..." he whined when the black-haired teen's finger caressed his hole.
"It hurts," Tom stated and leaned over Harry to reach for his wand. Once in hand he aimed it at the youngster's anus and mumbled a healing incantation. "Better?"
"Yes," the brunet sighed happily and nuzzle the other's chest while the black-haired teen continued mumbling spells. Feeling clean again Harry closed his eyes and felt Tom lean away from him before wrapping his arms around him again, wandless. Their first day back at Hogwarts had ended gloriously.
-THTH-
Bored Tom was sitting in the common room. The seventh years had an hour free as the professor, who was supposed to replace Dumbledore, still hadn't arrived at the school. Abraxas was keeping him company, but the blond was giving his followers more attention than him. Not that he minded, he wasn't really in the mood for the Malfoy's tatter. Two boys came bursting into the room while dotting over a third person behind them. Brown eyes fell on one of his victims – Walburga Black had returned to Hogwarts. When she noticed him, she quickly walked over to him, leaving her two admirers and stared at him. One of his eyebrows rose and her eyes fell to the floor. "It's good to see you, my Lord," she greeted him. A smirk appeared on the future Dark Lord's lips as a result of the way she addressed him. She had learned her lesson.
"Black." One word and a nod was all she got as recognition. More than she deserved, but it would make her feel more important. Closing his eyes Tom leaned backwards and enjoyed how everyone around him lowered their voices. He liked being in control. Suddenly the atmosphere change when the younger years started to stream inside. First the fourth years entered together with the third years, then the second. The moment the first sixth year entered Tom's eyes opened and his eyes focused on Marvolo from the first step he took in the Slytherin's common room. Blue eyes sparkled when they saw him, and their owner stepped towards him.
"Tom!" The brunet called out. Once in reach he leaned forward giving him a kiss and settled himself on the armrest. Happily, the boy scanned the room and Tom watched how his eyes fell on Walburga. The smile fell and the youngster turned his body towards him. His hand rose on its own accord and settled on the boy's lower back. Marvolo glanced at him and smiled thankfully. He wouldn't let anybody hurt him. The Black didn't give the brunet a single glance, instead kept busy with her entourage. They stayed like that until the next bell pulled them apart again.
-THTH-
Tom could only stare at his boy, who once more seemed to lighten up as his eyes caught sight of him. Somehow the last week had been like another dream, a continuation of the orphanage dream. He seemed to be slipping from one blissful fantasy into another. Pressing against the lips that got pushed against his', he caressed the brown locks from the youngster's forehead. When they broke apart again, he noted one of his fingers was stroking the lightning bolt-shape scar. Frowning, he realised he still didn't know who had marked his boy like that. 'It could be a clue to his real identity...'
"Tom?" The face in between his hands cocked to the side and made him blink. "Lost in thought?" Marvolo asked while the Head Boy dropped his head. He gave a nod as reaction and grabbed his boy's hand. He pulled the brunet with him to a quiet corridor and glanced at him.
"Who gave you that scar?" he asked and got intrigued when the blue eyes widened. The youngster's hand rose, and he touched his forehead unconsciously.
"It's not something I want to talk about," came to evading answer and Tom's eyebrow rose.
"You don't trust me?" he asked monotone and Marvolo turned towards him, shaking his head in denial.
"No! No, that's not it." The brunet's grip on his hand tightened. "It's just not something I can talk about in a corridor." The blue eyes avoided looking at him.
"Tonight." The orbs focused on him again.
"Okay," came the agreement after a pregnant pause. Happy with the prospect of getting to know a secret from his boy, Tom pulled him forward, continuing their walk.
-THTH-
With a conflicting feeling Harry watched Tom make his way through the corridor towards his own class. He stared at the robe that was swaying from one side to the other with every step the future Dark Lord took. 'What do I tell him?' he wondered.
"I know you like staring at our Lord's sexy back, but class is about to start," Ignatius pulled him out of his thoughts, and he had the dignity to blush. Quickly, he entered the classroom and made his way to Alex, who was holding seats for them. He sat down beside Crabbe and watched how Ignatius started to tease Alex, which let to asking questions about his cousin. Apparently, Parkinson had met her when he had visited his friend during the Christmas vacation and developed a crush on said girl. Intrigued Harry listened to their bickering until his thoughts were once again on Tom.
'What am I going to say?' The entire class passed with him wondering what to do. By the end he had decided to alter the truth as little as possible, which would probably lead to a lot, but he would try. If he got stuck, he could always say he couldn't say more to not endanger the future. With that in mind, he kissed Tom who was already waiting outside the classroom on him. The entire day passed to quickly for Harry and by the evening, he was nervously waiting on the future Dark Lord in their bedroom. After dinner they had split up, Tom had retreated to the library with Abraxas while the brunet had done his homework with Ignatius and Alex in the common room. Hearing footsteps he straightened and watched how the door handle got twisted. His heartbeat was speeding up and accelerated even more when Tom came into view. "Did you finish?" Harry asked trying to hide his anxiety. Brown eyes focused on him and a nod was his response. He watched how the Head Boy removed his robe, hung it over a chair and walked over to him to the bed. Tom sat down beside him and removed his shoes before leaning over to the youngster. He kissed Harry's clothed shoulder and dropped his hand on the other, playing with the hair locks that were in reach because of the brunet's turned head.
"Talk!" It was an order, but Harry knew he wouldn't be mad if he didn't. He would be hurt instead. Sighing, Harry stared back at the floor in front of him and felt himself relax as the fingers started massaging his skull around his ear shell.
"This scar..." Again, his hand rose, and his fingertips touched his forehead, tracing the scar, "I received it from the murderer of my parents." The hand on his shoulder stiffened and his dropped onto his lap.
"How did it happen?" Closing his eyes for a moment, Harry took in a deep breath. He didn't like that he had to lie.
"He came at night... I was only a year-old and..." he sighed again, hoping it was clear he didn't like to talk about this. "My father was killed first, then my mother... beside my crib." Tears piled up in his eyes and he wiped them off before they had the chance to fall. "And he gave me this scar as a reminder... a warning..." Tom pulled him closer, hiding the youngster's face in his neck and hugged him.
"Did they capture him?" he asked almost in a whisper and Harry shrunk against him.
"No..." The Head Boy's hold on him tightened.
"Are there suspects?" The youngster's eyes widened. He hadn't thought about that. Thank Merlin, the other couldn't see his face.
"No..." 'I can't risk putting someone else in danger!' The future Dark Lord let out a disapproving groan.
"Do they know why?" His voice started to sound raucous and the brunet shook his head. He straightened himself, wiping the last tears that had dared to leave his eyes, off his cheeks. His eyes were aimed at Tom's lap and had the sudden urge to crawl on it. He felt the safest with the other's arms around him. Shaking those thoughts away he stood up.
"Let's prepare for bed," he mumbled and watched out of the corner of his eye, how the other straightened himself. Tom walked over to him, wrapped his arm around his waist and kissed his earlobe.
"I might not know a lot about parents, but I'm certain yours are proud of you," he said, and Harry smiled thankfully at him.
"Come on..." His hand crawled around the one resting on his stomach and he pulled the Head Boy to the door.
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