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"Ah, Mr Riddle, please sit down!" The Minister greeted him while standing up. It didn't go unnoticed by the teenager that the man looked a lot older than the last time he saw him about eight months ago. The bald snake guy flashed through his headstream and he quickly pushed it to the back of his mind.
'I won't look like that when I'm old!' he told himself. 'No matter how stressful my life is!' "Thank you," the future Dark Lord answered not showing a sign of his mental conflict. He took the offered seat and watched Mr Stormlin take his own seat again. "I understand that Mr Spave has already contacted you?" Tom started when the Minister looked at him expectantly. Stormlin nodded and the teenager smiled charmingly. 'Good boy, Spave.' "Then as you know, my superior thinks it would be a good idea to get more teenagers interested in politics." The Minister made known that he agreed. "And as a teenager, who just graduated myself, I agree with Mr Spave that it would be interesting to visit different schools with a representative of each political group. That way the students will get informed on all the different points of each individual group," the future Dark Lord told the other, who didn't hide his interest.
"It's an interesting idea, but of course will the schools agree?"
"What do they have to lose? I do suggest trying it first, maybe at Hogwarts, my old school." The Minister nodded his approval.
"I'm certain you can get permission from Mr Dippet, can't you?" he asked and the teenager reassured him that wouldn't be a problem. "Then I think this conversation is over. If you would excuse me, I have a lot of work to do." Tom stood up, knowing when he exceeded his welcome.
"Of course, I'll contact you again when I've met with Headmaster Dippet." The Minister nodded and guided him to the door.
"I'm glad I got to see you, Mr Riddle. I had still wanted to congratulate you on your promotion."
"Thank you," Tom answered genuinely.
"How is Arte's health?" Stormlin asked concerned. The teenager knew his boss and the Minister have known each other for years now.
"He has to take things easy and hopefully he'll quickly get better," the future Dark Lord played the concerned underling.
"Send him my regards."
"Of course." They shook hands and Tom exited the office.
-THTH-
Harry was happily eating his lunch with his friends when said friends suddenly stiffened and turned quiet. Confused, the youngster looked from one to the other and noted a shadow falling over him. Surprised he looked up and saw Tom standing over him. "Tom!" he wanted to jump up but the older teen wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Their lips got pressed together and Harry couldn't keep the smile from his face, but quickly dropped it again. "What are you doing here?" he asked suspiciously. 'Did he come for the diary? Has he been inside the chamber?'
"I had an appointment with Dippet and got permission to lunch with you," Tom answered with a glint in his eyes while releasing him. One look to Alex was all it took for the boy to move from his seat and the older teen swiftly sat himself down before grabbing a piece of bread.
"Why did you meet with Dippet?" Harry didn't hide his insinuation and the other had to smirk.
"I've proposed an idea." Blue charmed eyes told him to continue. "A meeting between the students and the representatives of each different political group." Harry's eyebrow rose.
"And you'll be the one for your group?" The older teen nodded with his smirk still in place. 'That day there will be so many around that he can easily sneak off,' the youngster realized. 'But that day won't be soon...'
"Did you have an interesting week so far?" Tom interrupted his thoughts and Harry could read between the lines.
"I've talked to a ghost," he informed him and now the future Dark Lord's eyebrow rose.
"Smart," he mumbled as he cut a piece of cheese and spread it on his bread.
"So, how is it being back here?" Harry decided to change the subject to a much lighter one. "Sitting at this table again?"
"Good old times," Tom chuckled as he rose his hand and gently stroked the youngster's cheek. Harry leaned into the touch and his cheeks coloured lightly. His eyes glanced around and met Dumbledore's. The professor gave him a look and he quickly pulled the other's hand away from his face. Immediately he realized how odd his reaction was and quickly entwined their fingers before laying them on his lap. Tom had a glance of surprise at his reaction, but seemed to accept that he didn't want their hands in the open.
'Now I seem frigid!' Harry frowned. He hadn't missed the flash of confusion that had passed his friends' faces. 'I've never rejected his touch like this before.' "Dumbledore's looking," he mumbled as explanation and brown eyes shot up.
"He's still giving you a hard time?" Tom asked, not hiding his stare at the future Headmaster.
"If he can give me detention, he does. Doesn't matter what's the reason," Harry continued and his friends silently agreed with him. The future Dark Lord frowned at this and pulled the youngster's hand upwards pressing a kiss to it. Harry smiled as reaction and Tom's eyes shot to Dumbledore. 'Is he challenging him?' The youngster wondered and quickly decided he didn't want to know the answer. "After lunch, why don't we go to the lake?" he suggested thinking it would be a good idea to create more distance between the future Dark Lord and future Headmaster.
"It's not too cold?"
"We'll take a blanket and I'm certain you'll keep me warm," Harry whispered in the other's ear, who smirked promising. They grabbed another piece of bread, added some jam and quickly made their way outside while eating. Harry used an Accio to call for the blanket on his bed and Tom already sat himself down against the usual tree. Blue charmed eyes turned to the older teen with his blanket in hand. He couldn't help but smile as he found the other clearly waiting for him. He draped the cover around Tom's shoulders – the future Dark Lord leaned forward to let the blanket fall over his back – and crawled between the other's legs. Wrapping the cover around them tightly, Harry leaned backwards and smiled as Tom's arms slid around his body. He watched his breath blow white smoke into the cold air and gasped when the older teen's hand was suddenly kneading his penis. "Tom, what are you doing?!" Harry asked stunned while his hands released the blanket intending to pull the groping hand off him. A gush of cold air made him stop midway and grab the blanket again, while the hand kept up its movements. Harry could feel himself react and intentionally moved his buttocks against Tom's length, who was already semi-hard. He shifted his legs so he could use them as support to increase the friction between them. "Someone's going to see us!" The youngster panted while his movements were starting to get chaotic as pleasure rushed through his body.
"Nobody's outside. We're alone." To emphasize he wasn't going to stop, the older teen moved his free hand inside the other's underwear and pushed against his anus.
"Tom!" Harry yelped, realizing all too well where this was going to lead too. He moved the blanket, so only one hand was clenching it together and moved his other to his back, downwards over the other's chest and pelvis, taking his revenge by pulling Tom's penis from his pants. As reaction the future Dark Lord groaned in his ear and with a grin Harry dragged his finger of the leaking head.
"Damn!" Tom hissed and the youngster let out a short yell as his pants got pulled down. Blue eyes widened to their max as he felt fingers preparing him, roughly.
"Tom!" Harry whined in discomfort. "That hurts!" The fingers immediately slowed down and he also heard spells being cast.
"Sorry," Tom mumbled after the spells and took his time to continue his preparations. Harry's penis was still hidden inside his pants and the friction was making him lose it.
"Enter me!" he ordered when he knew he couldn't last long anymore. The older teen gladly complied and in one swift movement he was buried deep inside the other. Harry bit his lip in satisfaction; he felt so full. Slowly the youngster started moving up and down while at the same time trying to hide what they were doing for the potential passerby's – even if he hadn't seen anyone yet. His head fell backwards as the pleasure was taking him higher. "Tom, I..." he couldn't get the words out and felt Tom's rapid breath against his cheek.
"Harry..." the future Dark Lord panted and the youngster lost it. He came hard, dirtying his pants and felt the older teen follow him after one more thrust. Slowly they came from their height and slummed together.
"I'm sticky, clean me!" Harry demanded in a childish voice that said it was all Tom's fault. The older teen chuckled and listened. Feeling clean again the youngster snuggled back against the other's chest and felt satisfied when the future Dark Lord's arm sneaked back around him to take over his hold on the blanket. They stayed like that in a comfortable silence that made Harry sigh of happiness. "I'm glad you're here," he confessed after a while and Tom pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"You wanted to have sex in the public?" The older teen whispered while pulling away and the youngster poked him with his elbow.
"No, I wanted to see you," he huffed and felt Tom's grip tighten on him. "What if someone saw us?!" he continued not wanting to give in just yet.
"There's one person I would like to have seen us." Harry used his elbow again, immediately knowing who he was revering too.
"I don't want my professor see me having sex!" he hissed and the other's chuckles vibrated through his ear.
"Don't worry nobody saw us," Tom reassured him and the youngster gave him a suspicious look over his shoulder. "I'm too possessive to let anybody see you during climax," the older teen kissed his cheek again while the youngster tried to suppress a smile.
"If I hear from anybody that they saw us, you won't be having sex for a month!" Harry threatened him and crawled up. "I'm going back inside, it's too cold!" he stepped closer to the castle and glanced behind him. Tom was still sitting there in the same position he had left him and the youngster extended his hand to him. The future Dark Lord didn't move and Harry sighed. He walked back to the other and held his hand out again. Brown eyes looked at him challenging. "I want my blanket!" he said with played annoyance and Tom suddenly pulled him down again.
"With me in it?" he asked husky and the youngster suddenly had the urge to kiss him breathless.
"Preferably," he gave in to his urge and claimed those tempting lips. "Come on, let's get inside," he pulled the other up and started moving both of them back to the castle.
-THTH-
"You seemed to have had fun," Perry Weasley suddenly stood before Harry and Alex. They had just seen off Tom at the gate and where making their way back to the Slytherin common room.
"Yes?" The youngster tried to guess the right answer. 'He didn't see us, did he?!' he was panicking inside, but outside he was innocence himself.
"Why was Riddle here?!" The Weasley demanded.
"He had an appointment with the Headmaster," Harry answered honestly and Perry narrowed his eyes at him.
"You aren't fooling me! All those students, who look like they have turned in stone and suddenly he shows up!"
"How can he have something to do with that? He wasn't here!"
"But you were. I don't care how Harold seems to favour you, you are still his boyfriend." The youngster's face hardened.
"I might be Tom's boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I'll let him hurt anyone!" he hissed angry and two pair of eyes got a surprised expression.
"You'd oppose him?" Perry asked uncertain and Harry could feel Alex's gaze piercing him.
'Whatever I answer now will get to Tom,' he realized and sighed. "Tom knows my opinion on certain things." The Weasley narrowed his eyes.
"Not an answer to my question." Harry sighed again and glanced at his friend. 'Doesn't he understand I can't say anything with Alex present?' Crabbe had directed his gaze back on the Gryffindor and stood ready to intervene if he had too. "Everything I do, is in Tom's best interest." And that wasn't a lie. Of course, Perry took it the wrong way and sneered before brushing past them.
"Don't let him bother you," Alex said in comfort and Harry gave him a small thankful smile.
-THTH-
Weekend had come again and Tom watched how a naked Harry inspect the new house-plan – he had brought with him – on the bed. "What if we put more windows here? Then we can have a better view of the garden," the boy turned his head as the future Dark Lord leaned forward, pressing the flesh of his chest against that of the youngster's back. Harry gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he leaned back into the touch. Tom couldn't deny he like the trust his boy gave him and a smile broke through on his face.
"We could make that room bigger and replace the walls with glass?" he suggested while tracing with his finger over the garden part that would be a part of the room.
"Then why don't we also make the outer-wall round?" Harry suggested while taking hold of his hand and making his finger move in a half-circle from one sidewall to the other. Tom let out an approvable sound. He liked it that Harry showed such interest in their house.
"Any other suggestions?" The boy leaned forward again, critically inspecting the plan.
"Not at the moment..." he said in the end and leaned backwards again. "So tell me, how are you doing?" The youngster surprised him. "Your new responsibilities aren't wearing you down?" Tom smirked as he understood what his boy was revering too.
"No, they aren't and I like having more to say in the group." Green eyes turned to him.
"Why am I not surprised?" Harry teased and the future Dark Lord smirked at him. "How's Spave's health?" Tom shrugged.
"Going down the drain," he mumbled as answer with a wicked glint in his eyes.
"I hope you know what you are doing," Harry sighed as brown eyes watched him. "What if somebody finds out?"
"Nobody will," Tom reassured him with a kiss on his cheek and got up. "Abraxas' coming over." Green eyes followed with a confused expression the future Dark Lord through the room.
"Why?"
"He has requested to meet with his cousin." Now the eyes rolled around in their socked.
"Keeping up appearances, are we?" The boy shook his head but did crawl of the bed as the older teen picked up his underwear from the floor. "When... and where are we meeting him?" Harry stretched himself like a cat and Tom let his eyes roam over the boy's body.
'Hickeys...' The voice in his head said possessively. His eyes followed the stretching and relaxing of the muscles of the youngster's hips and felt the urge to touch the skin that was already covered with his marks. Brown orbs focused on a particular hickey on the left hipbone that changed shape with every movement. His hand was suddenly on it and he looked surprised up in a smirking face.
"Are you sure you want to leave this room?" Harry asked in a teasing tone while wrapping his arms around the other's neck. A kiss that was a promise for more was shared and Tom pulled the youngster flush against him.
"We have time to clean up ourselves," he decided and picked up his boy bridal style. While Harry was showering his face in kisses, he moved them to the bathroom for another round.
-THTH-
"My dear cousin!" Abraxas exclaimed for everyone to hear as he got up from the couch he had been sitting on, waiting for them.
"Sorry we're late," Harry apologized as reflex and shot Tom a conspiring look, while pulling his collar a little higher. The action didn't go unnoticed by the blond, who let out a chuckle.
"I can guess what had you two preoccupied," he shook Tom's hand - didn't even make the intention of shaking Harry's – and waved them to the table. The future Dark Lord sat down on the couch, Abraxas had been occupying and pulled the youngster beside him. The blond moved to the chair opposite them and sat down. "How are your classes coming along?" he started a conversation.
"Fine, I've had some catching up to do, but I'm managing," he smiled as the future Dark Lord draped his arm around him. Abraxas nodded and turned back to his Lord.
"And how are your new responsibilities?"
"Fine," Tom answered while signalling to the patron.
"How can I help you, Mr Riddle?" The man quickly moved to their table.
"Get us the usual and..." the brown eyes turned to the Malfoy.
"I'm certain you remember my usual sandwich?" Abraxas asked the patron, who quickly nodded and stepped backwards, seemly afraid to turn his back to the three. "I heard you made a proposition to the other political groups," the blond turned his attention back to Tom, who nodded.
"I believe it is necessary that teenagers are more aware of the importance of politics."
"I understand you'll be visiting Hogwarts. I do hope those accidents are gone by then." It was clear what the Malfoy meant.
'It's going to take too long if Tom waits for that day... or he's worried about his Lord's safety,' Harry moved his eyes from the future Dark Lord to the blond.
"Preferably, I'll be at Hogwarts occasionally to prepare..." Blue charmed eyes turned back to Tom in surprise.
'I should have seen that coming!'
"Hm, Marvolo must be trilled," Abraxas chuckled as he glanced at the youngster, who kept it at a smile as response.
"Of course," Tom answered instead and raised his hand to brush through Harry's hair. The youngster closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of those fingers running through his hair locks. He opened them again as the arm fell back to his waist.
"Has there been any progress in the case of the accidents?" The blond continued as the patron appeared with beverages. They paused until he had left again.
"The search continues," Tom answered with a glance at the youngster. They hadn't talked about the diary yet, but Harry didn't have anything to announce. Pervotan hadn't contacted him yet, but he had heard from the girls that a ghost had been spotted near their bathroom on the second floor.
"No suspects?" Malfoy asked and again the future Dark Lord gave the youngster a look.
"Perry has accused me..." he mumbled and Tom frowned. 'He must have heard this from Alex already,' Harry thought while moving his eyes from the black haired teen to the blond.
"He thinks you did it." The youngster didn't have to ask who Tom meant with he.
'Dumbledore. No, he thinks I'm searching for the diary, intending to destroy it.' "We don't know that for sure. We only know Perry thinks I did it," Harry corrected the future Dark Lord, who agreed with a nod.
"You're right, we can't draw conclusions without evidence. That's what leads to overconfidence and mistakes." Brown eyes turned back to the blond. "Do you have news?"
"Not much," Abraxas shrugged, "Mother and Father are again in their 'we want land' period." The blond sighed. "I think they got it from the Blacks, Walburga has been boosting about the land she got for her engagement."
"Everyone's buying land..." Harry mumbled with a small smile directed at Tom, who shot him a smirk back and pressed his lips against his temple in a quick kiss.
"As loving as ever, aren't you two?" Abraxas shook his head.
"Don't be jealous, dear cousin. I'm sure you'll find your love one day," Harry had to tease him a little and the blond snored.
"Then you're the only one who believes that. Being a Malfoy means my parents will find someone suitable to carry on the family name with."
"I'm sorry," the youngster mumbled feeling pity for the man before him.
"Don't be, it's the responsibility of the main branch," he smirked. "We do have other pleasures." Harry frowned at that and glanced at Tom, who just shook his head.
'I'm missing something.' His frown deepened but the two older teenagers didn't take notice and changed the subject to a more political one.
-THTH-
Harry stepped out of the shower in the boy's dormitory and picked up his towel. He ruffled it through his hair before drying the rest of his body. Last he wrapped it around his waist and moved to the mirror, which was damped with fog. "I have news!" A voice suddenly whispered in his ear and Harry moved without thinking. He twirled around and grabbed for his wand that lay on the sink. His movements stopped with the point pointed at the transparent face of Pervotan, who had his hands up in defeat. "I give," he yelped and Harry rolled his eyes while relaxing himself again.
"You have news?" he asked after he had recovered himself.
"Yes!" Pervotan smiled brightly. "I've seen many beautiful women, but no men."
"It's a woman then?" The youngster asked ignoring the perverted smile the ghost put up as he remembered. 'No wonder it took him so long.'
"Yes, not such a beautiful flower as the others, but she came and hissed something before disappearing into a cave."
'That's definitely the work of the diary!' Harry felt excitement rush through his body. "Who?"
"A Slytherin, Mabel. She seemed to have a thing for silver," Pervotan added and the youngster frowned.
'That name didn't ring a bell.' "Mabel and a last name?"
"That is the last name. Everyone calls her that. I wonder if anyone knows her first name?" The ghost continued with eyes on oblivion.
'Then I should be able to find her. Mabel...' "Thanks," Harry interrupted Pervotan's rambling and the transparent eyes blinked.
"It's been an honour to help the precious one of Mr Riddle," he bowed and slowly started flowing backwards through the wall again. The youngster waited until he was certain he was alone again and turned back to the mirror. His right hand rose and wiped the dampness off, revealing his reflection.
'Ignatius' probably knows who she is.'
-THTH-
"The third years are entering," Alex announced and three pair of eyes moved to the door.
"Who's Mabel?" Harry asked as his blue charmed orbs slid from one student to another.
"She'll be one of the last," Ignatius answered before his voice rose. "That's her!" he pointed to a small girl, who would have never caught the youngster's eyes. She was an almost sickly thin girl with dirty blonde hair, wrapped in two braids. Big glasses hid a large part of her face and her robe was clearly a size to large. With speed did she make her way to the Slytherin's table and took a seat separated from the others. Harry felt pity as he watched her grab a napkin.
"I'm going to talk to her," he mumbled and his two friends gave him an odd look. "Wait here, I don't want to scare her," he ordered as he noted Alex shifting his weight to get up. The Crabbe hesitated a moment before he sat down again. Ignatius just nodded and Harry moved away from them. "Hi," he started and the girl glanced up at him from behind her glasses, "I'm Marvolo."
"I know who you are," Mabel answered with a searching look in her eyes.
"Oh, I guess that shouldn't surprise me. Your name's Mabel?" he extended his hand in a greeting way and slowly the girl's gaze shifted downwards. She nodded again while staring hypnotic at his hand. 'It will be hard to get anything out of her,' the youngster realized. "What I came to ask..." he smiled, trying to sound at ease. "I've lost a book, a personal book. Could you keep an eye open for it?" The girl's orbs narrowed but they didn't move from his hand, which he had already retreated by now. She gave a short nod and Harry couldn't help but follow her line of vision. 'Is something wrong with my hand?' he wondered while slowly raising his sleeve. The glittering of the silver bracelet caught his eye and surprised he looked up at Mabel. "You like my bracelet?" he had to ask and noted his guess was correct when startled eyes met his. Her mouth opened but not a sound left it and the youngster forced a smile on his face. "I'll let you continue eating. Excuse my intrusion." And he escaped back to his own seat.
"And?" Ignatius asked once he was seated. Blue eyes glanced at the girl once more and found her staring at her empty plate.
"I told her I lost a book and she'll keep an eye open for it."
"What did you say to her, to make her react like that?" Alex asked with a pause in the middle.
"If she liked my bracelet," Harry mumbled and glanced back at his wrist. His friends followed his example.
"You got that one from our Lord?" Ignatius asked and the youngster answered with a:
"Yes."
"Didn't take our Lord for someone who buys jewellery," Parkinson retorted and Alex shrugged.
"Probably got it from one of his admirers."
"Admirers?" Harry asked surprised and quickly realized he shouldn't be. "Of course he has admirers," he shook his head and got a teasing look from his friends.
"Not like he's going to flaunt them in front of you," Ignatius chuckled.
"And it's not like he cares about them," Alex continued and blue eyes slid down to the bracelet again.
"So, this used to be a gift that Tom received from an admirer?" he asked uncertain.
"Probably," Crabbe answered honestly. The youngster didn't know how to feel about that. He knew the bracelet was a sign of Tom's love and possessiveness in everyone else's eyes.
'Then what must the person who gave it to him be thinking?' he wondered and glanced back at Mabel. 'Does she know who?' Shaking his head he drove those thoughts from his mind. 'Let's just focus on getting the diary back.'
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