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Harry could feel Tom's eyes on him, but he was too angry to care. The entire time he couldn't move, he could only see the future Dark Lord. He had seen the pleasure Tom had received from torturing three innocent children. He felt nauseous. 'I need to make sure they're all right!' he sped up, only stopping when he needed to point to the three stones and Tom said the password, having caught up with him. Still ignoring the other, Harry entered the common room and found the three first years sitting huddled up in the corner. His feet moved towards them and they shrunk when they saw him with Tom standing behind him. "Are you three all right?" he asked while trying to assess how much damage they had endured. Only one dared to give a single nod as their eyes kept sliding from his face to the one behind him. Sighing, he turned around and glared at the Head Boy. "Don't you have to report they've been found?" he questioned.
"Zambian's taking care of that," Tom answered staring into his eyes without blinking. Harry started to feel uncomfortable under that stare and stepped past him. He walked to their room, knowing it was the only place he could go into discussion with the future Dark Lord and expect an honest answer back. The moment he heard the door close behind him, he turned around and started his questioning.
"Why did you do that?!"
"It was their punishment," Tom said like it was the most logical thing ever.
"Don't give me that! You can't go around torturing people because they break a stupid rule."
"It starts with a stupid rule..."
"You could have told them the second years where playing a prank on them," Harry interrupted the Head Boy.
"They would do it again."
"You could have given them detention or something... or your worst scary glare. There are enough rumours going around about you to scare them."
"And how do you think those rumours came to be?" Tom asked intimidating and took a step towards him. The brunet wouldn't let himself be intimidated and rose his head defying.
"In the most sickening way!" he spat with disgust, looking challenging into the other's brown eyes. When he didn't answer Harry shook his head in frustration. "I'm going to the library!" he loudly said and walked around the Head Boy. Tom's eyes followed him, and he stopped for a second. "Don't follow me!" he refused to look at the other and only got his answer when he was on the other side of the door. There were no footsteps to be heard and he knew he would have a couple of hours for himself.
-THTH-
Once at the library, he moved directly to the section on incantations. His search for the spell was the perfect thing to distract his mind. After looking through two books, he felt a headache come up. Raising his hand, he touched his scar and put some pressure on it. 'Why is it hurting?' he wondered closing his eyes for a second. 'Is it because we're having a fight?' Shaking his head, he aimed his attention back at the book that laid open in front of him, but the pain wouldn't let him concentrate. 'That can't be, it isn't our first fight.' Frustrated he slammed the book close and hid his face in his hands.
"So, there you are." A shadow appeared over him.
"What do you want, Abraxas?" Harry asked without looking up. Without an invitation, the blond sat himself down in the chair over him and pulled the book he had been reading towards him.
"Weird homework," he mumbled loud enough for the brunet to hear.
"Abraxas!" Harry pulled the book from his grasp and glared at him. Malfoy just smiled at him.
"I was wondering what you said to Tom." A blue eye twitched.
"I don't see how that's your business." The smile didn't falter even for a second.
"When he suddenly disappears after having a fight with you, I make it my business."
"He disappeared?" Harry asked surprised and a flash of pain made him grimace.
"Yes..., are you all right?"
"I'm fine, just a headache," came the quick reply and he stood up to put the book back in its respective place. When he got back to the table, he had been occupying, Abraxas was still waiting for him. "I'm sure he'll show up. He probably also needed some time alone," Harry sighed and moved past him.
"Where are you going?!" The blond followed him.
"Back to the dorm." Malfoy kept close to him and made a disapproving sound when he walked to the sixth years boy's dorm. The youngster glared at him but realised all his stuff was in the Head Boy's room. 'I shouldn't let myself be chased out of our room, just because we're having an argument!' he thought stubbornly and changed his direction. Throwing the door close behind him, he had finally gotten rid of Abraxas and inspected the room for another presence, but he was alone. 'I wonder where he is?'
-THTH-
Angry and panting, Tom was staring at the destroyed dummy in front of him. Feeling his body tiring, he sat down on the couch that appeared in the corner. "Coming here was a good idea," he congratulated himself on an idea well thought. Leaning backwards his thoughts moved to his boy. He could still hear that one sentence Marvolo had said. It wasn't so much the words, but the way he had said it. "No, get a grip. I'm not going to entirely change myself for him," he straightened himself and nodded to himself. "Next time I kill someone, it will be right in front of his eyes. He'll learn." Taking a deep breath, he noted it was already passed curfew. Standing up he moved to the door and watched his surroundings disappear. Stepping in the corridor he looked a last time backwards and watched the door disappear. 'The room of requirement, I'm glad I found it,' he smirked and started moving towards the Slytherins house.
-THTH-
Quietly, Tom entered his room and the first thing he noted was the bump inside his bed. He ignored the relieved feeling inside and did his evening routine. Slowly he crawled beside his boy in the bed and laid down with his back facing the other's.
-THTH-
He was staring at the back of the boy with spite. The one that had been ruining his plans from the day he had been born, was now standing before him, conflicted. He was trying to convince him to kill the witch crouching before the boy – that was what he was, still just a boy. He could still be manipulated into joining him. Killing his minion would be the first step. It would be a waste to lose such a good underling, but if he had to choose – he wanted the boy. "Do it!" he pushed, and the boy turned around, facing him. The wand moved from the witch to him, but he quickly disarmed him. "So weak!" he spat and no matter how tough the boy held himself, the fright in his eyes was obvious. 'If he won't join me, he has to die!'
-THTH-
With a shock Tom woke up. Panting he still saw those eyes before him. 'Marvolo!' he had recognised them, and a hand bumped against his arm. Looking sideways, he noted his boy was rustling around and the frightened look on his face gave him a chill. It reminded him of his dream. He was glad the other's appearance was still charmed or he would truly have freaked out. "Marvolo!" he gently shook the youngster, but he didn't wake up. It took a rougher shake and blue eyes were staring disorientated at him. Then a hand rose, and the brunet massaged his scar.
"My head hurts," he whined and closed his eyes again. They immediately opened again.
"Don't worry, it was just a nightmare," Tom assured him, and blue eyes averted.
"Did I wake you?" he asked brusquely.
"No, I woke up by myself." The boy gave a nod and turned back on his side, facing away from him. "You're still angry?" The black-haired teen sighed but the other didn't answer. "Marvolo!" Annoyed the boy turned back to him.
"It's in the middle of the night, let's sleep!" Brown eyes only stared at the other, waiting for a reaction. Marvolo sighed in annoyance and yawned sleepy.
'Cute,' Tom's thoughts betrayed him. "We'll take about this tomorrow," he compromised and watched how his boy gave a nod before again turning his back towards him. The older teen frowned before a smirk appeared on his lips. He laid himself down facing his boy and wrapped his arm around the other's waist pulling him closer. He frowned again as he felt the youngster stiffen. As the body in his arms slowly relaxed again under the influence of sleep, he let his thoughts drift back to his own nightmare. 'I was trying to kill Marvolo.' His grip tightened and he hid his nose in the youngster's hair. The other's fragrance brought him peace and he sighed into the locks. 'It was just a dream. I would never try to kill him,' he put himself at ease and let sleep take over his senses for the second time that night.
-THTH-
Harry felt a body pressed against his and his mind quickly added Tom to that sum. With the thought of the older teen, also came the remembrance of their fight and the nightmare. 'Why did I have to remember that? I hope those stupid dreams aren't starting again. Who knows how messed up they'll be because of the whole time travel thing?' he wondered while prying the other's arms off his body. Having freed himself he sat up and moved his legs over the edge of the bed. The moment he wanted to stand up, a hand grabbed his. Surprised he look back at the black-haired teen and felt his heart constrict at the look he was giving him.
"I'm sorry," Tom whispered, and blue eyes widened.
'Did he just apologise?' "What?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself," the future Dark Lord said while raising his upper body and pulled the youngster back into his arms.
"Do you mean it?" Harry asked forcing his back against the other's chest. He didn't want to look him in the eye and knew the other had a strong grip on him.
"Do you think I would say it otherwise?" Came the sarcastic reply and he sighed.
"It's a start, I guess, but I'm still angry... and you still have to do something about those second years." 'Please don't say you'll 'punish' them,' he wished hopefully.
"I'll talk to them." Again, Tom surprised him.
'Did our fight really affect him that much?' he wondered while looking over his shoulder at the other. "You mean that?"
"Of course," the Head Boy gave him his charming smile and a peck on the lips. "Do you still have a headache?" Tom continued and Harry realised it was gone.
"No," he frowned a little. 'Did my scar really just hurt because we were fighting?' Another peck, this time on his cheek, pulled him from his thoughts and he smiled a little stiffly at the other.
-THTH-
Abraxas was waiting on them in the common room and looked surprised at their entwined hands – more precisely the grip the Head Boy had on his boy. "Made up already?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and Tom chose to ignore him. Instead he walked around the blond to the entrance, pulling his boy with him.
"Have you already read Spave's letter?" Marvolo asked monotone as they made their way to the Great Hall. Brown eyes looked surprised at the other and he realised he had completely forgotten. His hand disappeared into his pocket and his fingertips brushed the contour of the letter. Pulling it out he looked at it and noticed two pair of curious eyes following his example. He shot a glare at Malfoy, who averted his eyes and opened the letter. Scanning through it, a smile played on his lips at the end. "Tom?" The youngster asked from beside him.
"He wishes me a happy birthday and asks if I received his present." Blue eyes asked him to continue. "He requested another meeting, a personal meeting."
"Without me?" The Head Boy nodded.
"It seems you've left quite an expression, dear cousin," Abraxas joked and Marvolo shot him a glare before turning back to Tom.
"Are you going?"
"Why wouldn't I?" The brunet looked annoyed.
"I don't trust him," he answered in the end.
"Don't worry, I can handle him," the black-haired teen smiled as they entered the Great Hall.
-THTH-
"Have you heard?" Ignatius asked when Tom had disappeared around the corner.
"What?"
"They've found the body of Dumbledore's replacement!" Even Alex's eyes widened.
"Where?" Blue eyes moved from Alex back to Parkinson with the same question in his eyes.
"They found it in the rubble of some house that muggles had demolished."
"He died by the hand of muggles?" Harry asked surprised. He had expected something worst, something that could involve Tom, if he was honest.
"She, apparently it was a woman, was already dead when her body was dumped inside the building."
"Did muggles do it?" Alex asked leaning closer to his friend to not miss a word.
"They don't think so. The Ministry got custody of the body and are still researching it, but the muggles didn't have a clue to what had caused her death." Harry felt conflicted.
"Whoever did it, wouldn't be thinking Dumbledore would return, would they?" Crabbe wondered aloud.
"If they're dumb…" Ignatius shrugged, but Harry shook his head.
"That doesn't make sense, the Headmaster would just search for another replacement." Again, Parkinson shrugged and signalled his head to enter the classroom.
-THTH-
"Where are we going?" Harry asked surprised as Tom looked if the coast's clear.
"To Hogsmeade," he answered shortly and the other frowned.
"And why are we going to Hogsmeade?" Roughly, the Head Boy pushed him with his arm against the wall behind them and with his wand armed in his other hand, they watched how two professors strode by, talking quietly. Harry waited until Tom pulled him from the wall and led him through corridors, stopping before a door.
"Stay behind me!" The black-haired teen ordered and the brunet nodded confused. Tom knocked at the door and someone's stumbling was heard behind it. Frowning, Harry sneaked a peek around the Head Boy when the door opened.
'Slughorn?' he wondered even more confused.
"Tom, what brings you here tonight?" The professor asked surprised while a smile coloured his face.
"Good evening, Professor Slughorn," Tom put his Head Boy charm on maximum. "I would like to have a word with you."
"Of course, of course, come inside, my boy." Harry realised he hadn't even been noticed. Slughorn turned around and the future Dark Lord pulled out his wand.
"Imperius!" he said without hesitation and the professor suddenly stood still, waiting for his order.
"Tom!" Harry called stunned and the older teen gave him a smirk.
"Come on..." he grabbed the youngster's hand and pulled him past the enchanted man. Blue eyes could only stare at the man and the Head Boy pushed him towards the fireplace. "Professor, please continue with what you were doing before we interrupted." Slughorn nodded and sat down on his couch before pulling a stag of papers towards him. "Let's go," Tom turned back to Harry and picked some of the Floo powder from the mantel of the fireplace. "We'll be going to the Cluster's Booth," he pronounced the name and watched how the youngster repeated it. Then he nodded and signed him to go first. Harry hesitated for a second and glanced a last time at Tom who nodded again. He aimed his attention back at the fireplace and took a deep breath.
"Cluster's Booth!" he yelled while the Floo powder burned. A pull pulled him through the fire and disorientated he stared around him. He stood in the corner of a bar, a familiar bar. 'It looks like the lay-out of the Three Broomsticks Inn,' he pondered as a hand on his back announced Tom had also arrived.
"Come on..." the Head Boy pushed him towards the counter and signalled at the old man huffing behind it. "I've made a reservation under the name Riddle." Harry watched how the man's eyes widened and glanced at him with a twinkle in the eye.
'What's this about?'
"Yes, yes, we've been waiting for you," the patron smiled as he fished a key from a stand. "Here you go, through that door and last room on the right." An almost lecherous smile was aimed at the two of them and Tom quickly pulled him away from the man. Harry looked confused back at the Head Boy, who smiled at him teasingly. Once at the reserved room, Tom opened the door and pushed him inside. Surprised Harry stared at the vision before him. The first thing that caught his eyes where the candles. They lighted the room in such a way a romantic feeling was flowing through the air. Second the way the plates where decorated with a napkin in the shape of a snake.
"Tom?" he asked and received a kiss on his cheek.
"Do you know what today is?" The black-haired teen asked as he wrapped his arms around the other's waist.
"Uh, Tuesday?" A chuckle vibrated through his back.
"Today, it's been two months since I called you to me." Surprised blue eyes widened and turned to look over his shoulder.
"Two months?!" Tom nodded before continuing.
"And I thought we could use a night out." Another kiss, this time closer to his mouth and Harry turned his head some more to receive the next one on the lips, but a knock interrupted them.
"Dinner's here," the older teen released him to his dismay and opened the door. The patron stood before the future Dark Lord with a house-elf, loaded with plates, behind him.
"I hope everything is as wished," the man started, and Tom nodded with a smirk. They exchanged some more pleasantries as Harry watched the house-elf set down the food. Once done the elf retreated to its master and left with the patron.
"Let's start with dinner," the black-haired teen smiled and walked over to one of the chairs. He pulled it backwards and signed for the youngster to sit. Happily, surprised Harry accepted the seat and Tom continued playing gentleman by spreading the napkin over his lap before taking a seat himself. With a wave of his wand, he dropped the youngster's alias and smiled approvingly. Dinner passed with heated looks that turned on both of them. By the time the last piece of meat disappeared inside Harry's mouth, he felt like exploding. The Head Boy seemed to be in the same state and briskly stood up. The youngster followed his example and greedy accepted the lips that slammed on his. Tom moved them towards the bed and the messy black-haired teen's heart accelerated even more when he glanced down, meeting a sight of spread rose petals on the cover.
"Tom!" he said surprised and a little husky.
"You like it?" The other whispered in his ear and a shudder ran up his spine, caused by the warm breath tickling his skin.
"I love it!" he smiled brightly and teasingly kissed the lips before him before retreating. The older teen didn't let him go far as he leaned forward, following him. Harry stepped backwards and let himself fall on the bed, pulling the other with him. The Head Boy claimed his lips again before breaking the contact and descended to his neck. Moaning the youngster bucked his hips upwards and the black-haired teen pulled his sweater and shirt upwards before attacking his stomach. Feeling a tongue slip in his bellybutton, Harry arched up and slipped his fingers through Tom's black locks. The Head Boy released him for a second to undo him from his upper clothes and kissed him again when his lips appeared back in the open. It didn't take long before both where naked and panting heavily, both impatient for what was to come next. "Tom...!" Harry whined bucking up.
"Impatient aren't you," the Head Boy chuckled but did grab his wand and lube. First, he mumbled a relaxation spell on the youngster's arse and started preparing him. One finger quickly didn't fill the messy black-haired teen anymore and a second got added, followed by a third. Tom kissed him again before pulling his fingers out and positioning himself. Looking down over his body, Harry saw himself twitch at the sight before him and moaned loudly when he got penetrated. Once sheathed Tom pressed his body against the youngster and kissed him passionately. Feeling impatient the messy black-haired teen moved his hips, making the other chuckle again before giving in and pulled out before thrusting back in. As the movement sped up, Harry was losing it and came hard, screaming the other's name. Tom followed quickly and they snuggled in after bliss. With a kiss pressed to his forehead, the youngster fell asleep.
-THTH-
Tom waited until three o'clock before he slipped out of bed, carefully not to wake his boy. Using his wand, he cleaned himself and pulled his clothes back on. A last time he glanced at the bed, but except the steady breath and light snoring, the youngster didn't move. Smirking, he left the room and like a snake slid towards the corner that held the fireplace. He noted the house-elf check the fire before popping away and he stepped towards it. Grabbing some Floo powder he threw it in the fire and yelled 'Dark Snitch'. He appeared inside a dark shop and walked towards the man sleeping on a chair. He pointed his wand and had a Crucio on his lips but stopped himself. It wouldn't do if the man yelled the entire neighbourhood together. With a sigh he decided to poke the greasy guy in the eye. 'Aren't I generous?!' he praised himself as the man woke up yelling in pain. Bloodshot eyes focused on him and the man started grovelling.
"My Lord!" he greeted him with a high voice laced with fear.
"You have what I ordered?"
"Yes, of course, please follow me, my Lord," the greasy man walked to the closed table and picked up two boxes. With some more grovelling he handed the largest of two and Tom opened it to see a silver ball, decorated with lines. "When it opens, it Stuns everyone in a ten meter radius. Only someone wearing this ring won't be affected," he opened the other box and a plain metal ring caught Tom's eyes. A smirk appeared on the black-haired teen's lips as he pulled money from his pocket. He threw it on the table and accepted the second box. Turning around he walked back to the fireplace, ignoring the thankful pleas behind him.
-THTH-
Slowly Harry got aware of his surrounding and shivered. 'It's cold,' he thought and tried to snuggle closer to the body heat that normally lay beside him. Frowning when he didn't find it, he stretched his hand and felt around. Still not finding the second body that should be occupying the bed, he forced his eyes open and found an empty space beside him. 'Where is he?' he wondered and wrapped the sheet more around his naked form. He stayed like that for ten minutes in which he entirely woke up. When the door opened with a quiet squeak, he turned his head to watch Tom enter, completely dressed. "Tom?" he called and brown eyes focused on him.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered walking to the bed and gave Harry a quick kiss.
'He smells... dusty,' the messy black-haired teen noted and frowned at the other's back. Once naked again, Tom crawled back under the sheets and pulled Harry closer again. "It's cold," the youngster mumbled and felt the other wrap himself more around him. Wondering where the other had been he fell back asleep.
-THTH-
"Wake up, love." Harry felt a warm breath ghosted over his face.
"Hm, Tom?" he asked and received a sweet kiss. When his mind caught up with reality, he giggled and got a weird questioning look from the other.
"This is the second time you've called me love." A smirk slid by the Head Boys features and he leaned back downwards to press another quick kiss to his lips.
"You like it when I call you love?" The Head Boy teased him, and the youngster wrapped his arms around his neck, preventing him from pulling away. Harry couldn't take his eyes from the other's and bit his lip in concentration. A wild idea had just entered his mind as he took in the other's loving expression.
'Maybe if he knows for sure...' "I love you, you know," he said completely serious and watched how the brown eyes widened in surprise. Tom opened his mouth to say something but not a word left his lips. Knowing all too well, the future Dark Lord wouldn't know what to respond, he kissed him. "You don't have to answer, I just want you to know," he said before kissing him again and felt the older teen relax against him. They shared some more kisses before Tom pulled him up.
"We need to go now, if we don't want our outing to be discovered." Harry nodded and let the Head Boy spell him clean. While he dressed, his alias was put in place again and they left the room holding hands. Downstairs the house-elf was waiting on them, clearly it had been charged with the job of seeing them off. In a good mood, Harry even waved at the little creature before he disappeared back to Slughorn's quarters. Curiously he took in his surrounding when he arrived, but the professor was still asleep. Tom arrived behind him and pulled him to the door. Quietly, they made their way back to the Slytherin's common room and made themselves comfy on the large couch. Nobody was awake yet and they had the place all to themselves. The Head Boy started giving him teasing kisses and somehow, they manoeuvred themselves all over the sofa with Harry underneath Tom. When the first sounds of wakening reached their ears, they skipped to their room to continue their actions in a more private environment.
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