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Brown eyes were staring at the circle before them and Tom's heart was accelerating. 'I'm never going to get used to this,' he realized he hated the uncertainty that came with waiting. 'My older self must have known Harry would come, so he's safe,' he told himself as he glanced at the man behind him. How he hated the professor behind him. Dumbledore had almost cost him Harry. He could live with absorbing his soul again, but there was no way he could go on without his boy. 'I'm in way to deep,' he sighed and noted the beginning of a figure in the circle. It didn't take long before Harry appeared and Tom didn't wait a second. He had already fastened the bracelet before the youngster was aware of his new surroundings.
"Tom!" The future Dark Lord's heart skipped a beat and his arms got filled with his boy. Without hesitation, Harry pressed their lips together and a cough stopped them from turning the innocent kiss into a passionate one. Slowly, they pulled apart again but stayed in each other's arms. Tom could only stare in those green eyes and lose himself in them until they slid over his shoulder to take in Dumbledore. "Professor!" The youngster called out surprised.
"I'm glad to see you're all right, Marvolo," the older man said while taking in the youngster's appearance and Harry's hand rose to his hair.
"My disguise!" he realized but Tom really couldn't care at the moment. There was no doubt in his mind that he had been the one to dispel the cover.
"I'm sorry, Marvolo. If Tom hadn't reacted when he did, you would have..." Dumbledore looked remorseful at him and completely ashamed of himself.
"Been squashed," the youngster stated before shaking his head. "It doesn't matter," he turned his eyes back on Tom and smiled. "I know what you did," Harry started shyly, "and thank you," he whispered averting his eyes. The future Dark Lord smirked and kissed his boy. It had been hard and painful to reabsorb his soul, but with the youngster in his arms again, he knew he would do it again.
'And I can always create new ones.' But staring into those beautiful thankful green eyes, he knew he wouldn't.
"I suggest that we find a more private setting as students are going to start filling the corridors," Dumbledore said as the voices of the first students started to come from the door behind him. Tom nodded and wrapped his arm around the youngster's waist before pushing him past the professor to the door. They enter the corridor and the future Dark Lord led them up the stairs and through corridors before stopping in front of an unused room. Confused, Harry watched Tom as he shared a look with Dumbledore to get permission. It wasn't the right time to push the older man's patience. The professor nodded and he quickly pushed the door open before manoeuvring his boy inside. He watched Harry take in the room and was glad the house-elves had been given the order to clean before he had called his boy back. With a push - not as gently as he had meant it to be - he led the youngster to a table and made him sit down on one of the chairs accompanying it. "The house-elves made it really comfy. They did a great job, don't you think, my boys?" Dumbledore asked to break the icy.
"Yes they did," Harry politely answered while Tom refused to respond. He pulled another chair towards him and sat down beside his boy. "So, tell me what else you two agreed about." His boy surprised him as the professor also took a seat. "I'm certain you got more out of this then Tom just reabsorbing his soul," Harry smirked at Dumbledore who kept an innocent façade.
"Well, of course," the old man smiled, but didn't clarify.
"We made an unbreakable vow," Tom answered instead and found green eyes stare at him in surprise.
"What vow did you make?" The older teen scowled as he glanced at the professor. How he wanted to rip out those blue twinkling eyes at the moment.
"I won't kill any muggles or mud-muggleborns," he spat out like it was filth in his mouth. He hated how his boy seemed to flourish until he radiated. It was an accomplishment – a victory – of Dumbledore, not of him. That Harry flew around his neck and kissed his cheek also didn't help improve his mood.
"I do have to admit, Harry," brown eyes glared at blue ones, "that I'm curious about the future."
"Who isn't?!" The youngster chuckled as he released Tom, who suddenly missed his touch.
'Stop it!' The future Dark Lord ordered himself as he forced himself to lean backwards against the chair support and draped his arm on the support of the one Harry was occupying.
"Well, I can say," green eyes turned and met Tom's, "it's definitely not going to disappoint." The older teen pulled an interested face, but Harry turned back to Dumbledore with a mysterious smile.
"And I see you won't be sharing more," the professor stated and the youngster kept it at shaking his head. "Smart move," Dumbledore smiled before getting up. "I think it's time for my departure. I do have a class to teach. I'll excuse you for today, Marvolo, so please indulge yourself inside these chambers." The professor smiled down at the two teenagers. "Of course you can also return to the Cluster's Booth, if you prefer." Tom ignored the gaze Dumbledore directed at him.
"We'll enjoy Hogwarts hospitality for today," he forced a smile on his face. The professor bid them goodbye before turning around and leaving them alone. Once gone, Tom immediately pulled his boy's wounded arm towards him. Dragging the sleeve upwards he inspected the healed skin.
"You fixed it," Harry said as he leaned closer and Tom lost it. He grabbed his boy's by the front of his clothes and smashed their lips together. Harry reacted surprised at first, but quickly returned the kiss with just as much need.
'Closer!' The table was getting in the way of his need for contact and with a quick move he pushed the infuriating obstacle away before pouncing on his boy. Harry let out a surprised sound and Tom used the short moment to rediscover the inside of his boy's cavern. In the end he needed to retreat for air and felt himself get tighter as he took in the lustful gaze that was directed to him. With a wicked smile he found himself getting up and pulling his boy with him. He pushed the boy through the room towards the door that hid the bedroom. With more force than he meant, he slammed Harry against it and a groan escaped the youngster's lips.
"Tom!" he hissed and the older teen leaned closer.
"I thought I lost you!" Again, his lips descended on the other's and got entrance without asking. His hands had found their way under Harry's clothes and were sliding in opposite direction of each other over the skin. One found itself meeting the stiff nubs on a hard breathing chest, while the other slipped teasingly over a hipbone, slipped inside the youngster's underwear and squeezed a buttock. Harry let out a moan and wrapped one of his legs around Tom's waist before grinding their semi-hard ones together. Following his boy's manoeuvres his fingers slipped between the youngster's buttocks downwards until he could support the other's body and a second leg found itself around his waist. He removed the hand teasing his boy's chest and pushed their bodies flush against the door. Harry's arms were wrapped around his neck for support, but now one slipped to the door and fumble around for the handle. Never letting their lips break apart, Tom fell forwards through the door opening and stepped forwards to regain his balance. His boy laughed breaking their lip contact and a groan escaped out of the older teen. Their eyes met and Tom felt himself harden even more at the lustful look he was receiving.
"Bed!" Harry ordered as he bit the other's lower lip and Tom followed more than happily. He threw the youngster on the bed and crawled over him like a predator. His boy met him half way and started to pull at his clothes. Letting the youngster lead, Tom helped to remove his robe and shirt before deciding he wanted to speed things up again. He straightened his back and pulled his boy with him. All the clothes that hid the body before him were removed and hands clutched at his pants, trying to get rid of the last barrier. Indulging the other, Tom removed it together with his underwear and pressed their naked bodies together. Their lips met again in a fight of dominance as their limbs fought to reach every piece of heated skin. Breaking connection to breath, he descended to his boy's jaw line and attacked it with nibbles going downwards. His teeth brushed the youngster's pulse point and he bit the skin, drawing a little blood. Harry hissed his name again, but the need to mark him was far too large for him to care. Licking the wound a last time, he moved upwards again and watched his boy wriggle in pleasure as he stroked his penis and squeezed his balls.
"I need to be inside you!" he whispered and green eyes tried to focus on him before he got a nod. Quickly he summoned his wand and prepared his boy as fast as his sane mind let him while coating his own penis with lube. His body wanted to speed things up, but the small whines of pain that left Harry's lips made him slow down a little.
"Tom!" That one word did it for him. His wand dropped from his hand and he positioned himself before penetrating his boy with one swift movement. A groan of pleasure escaped him. His rational mind told him to let Harry get used to him, but the moment he looked down, the youngster spanked his buttocks with a lecherous smile in place and his body's need won over his mind's rationality. He started driving inside the body beneath him and latched his mouth on every patch of skin he could reach. His climax was rising and he came hard, spilling his seeds inside the willing body underneath him. As his rode out his orgasm, Harry increased his movements not having reached his end yet. Sanity took control of his mind again and he grabbed his boy throbbing length. Forcing his flattening penis to stay inside the youngster – to keep giving Harry the feeling of fullness – he started pumping him. His fingernail scraped over the head, slipping downwards until he pulled at the balls and felt them clench before Harry came with a short cry of his name. He waited until the body underneath him relaxed into the bed before pulling out and lying beside his boy.
"Wow, that was intense," Harry chuckled and Tom smirked as he looked down at him. His eyes roamed over the marks he had left on his boy and felt satisfied with the result. Gently, he leaned forward and sweetly kissed the youngster's bruised lips. He could feel Harry's hands slip into his hair and massage his skull. Pulling apart again, Tom laid himself down and wrapped his arms around his boy as his leg slipped between Harry's. Happily, the youngster snuggled against him and both started to drift to sleep.
-THTH-
Sleepy, Harry watched Tom walk through the room gathering their clothes. "If you're awake, we could take a shower together," the older teen said without looking up at the youngster in the bed. Harry let out a moan, which did make the other turn his eyes on him and stretched his arms above his head. His spine popped in place and satisfied he crawled out of bed. His morning wood stood proudly against his stomach and he wiggled his hips before getting up. Butt naked the youngster skipped towards the other and wrapped his arms around his chest before sloppy kissing his lips.
"'Morning," he mumbled as Tom smirked down at him and kissed his forehead.
"Come on, I'll take care of you," he whispered promising as his fingers ran teasingly over Harry's length. The youngster moaned without shame and pushed his penis in the teasing hand.
"Don't keep me waiting," he whispered husky as his arms moved upwards to wrap around Tom's neck and claimed his lips again. With a chuckle the older teen shifted them through the room until he pushed open the door that led to the bathroom.
-THTH-
"So, what's our planning today?" Harry asked as he was rubbing a towel through his hair. He sat in his trousers on the bed again watching how Tom got dressed.
"You'll be attending classes," Tom answered with a short glance at him.
"And you?" The youngster tried to blow away the black lock that fell between his eyes.
"I have a couple of meetings," the older teen turned around towards him while wrapping his robe around his body. "You never told me we had twins." Harry looked up confused as the other took a step forwards, stopping in front of him.
"Twins?" Two wands got waved before his eyes. "Oh, our wands," the youngster realised before smiling as he accepted his own back. "You found it."
"Of course," the future Dark Lord stated as he changed Harry's appearance back to Marvolo.
"First class is going to start." The teen on the bed pouted but Tom wasn't having anymore distractions. He moved to Harry's shirt – that he had laid on the table when he had previously picked it up in search of his own clothes – and threw it towards the youngster. "If we leave now, you could still get a change of clothes." Smelling at his shirt before pulling it over his head, the youngster got up in search of his shoes. Once both were dressed they shared a last intimate kiss before they left their temporary quarters in search of their responsibilities. Ignatius and Alex met him in the common room and only gave him questioning gazes as he skipped towards their dormitory. Quickly, he pulled a clean shirt out of his trunk and replaced the one he had on with it. Next was his Slytherin robe that he wrapped around himself as he moved back to the common room.
"All right, shoot," he said as he dropped down on the couch beside his two friends.
"Where were you yesterday?" Alex didn't beat around the bush.
"I was with Tom," Harry answered truthfully. It was true and it would keep more annoying questions at bay.
"Had yesterday anything to do with Mabel?" Crabbe continued.
"Yes, we fixed it. There shouldn't be any more victims."
"So the danger has passed?" Ignatius joined the conversation.
"Yes," Harry did realize that he hadn't asked about the basilisk before, but he was certain Dumbledore had made sure the snake would never hurt anyone again. 'I'll ask Tom later,' he promised himself. "Did you see Mabel yesterday?" he had to ask.
"No, she had a family emergency. Her mother picked her up in the morning."
'Guess she had it coming,' the youngster shrugged. "Class is going to start," he got up and realized he hadn't had breakfast, but didn't really care. It had been more fun to shower with Tom. "If we leave now you could still give me the summary of last class." Ignatius sighed but nodded. They weren't going to get anymore juicy details and he knew it. Harry was already moving to the door as his friends got up.
-THTH-
Without giving an excuse like usual, Dumbledore asked Harry to stay after class. 'Tom would only expect him to talk to me in private,' the youngster accepted and waited until the last students – Ignatius and Alex – left.
"How is Tom?" The professor immediately went to the point.
"Fine, doing politics," Harry shrugged.
"And how are you?"
"Good," he smiled, "it's... nice to know that my efforts are going to pay off." His mile brightened and Dumbledore joined him.
"I'm glad to hear that," and the smile disappeared from the future Headmaster's face, "and I trust that Tom isn't working out his frustrations on you?" he continued leading the conversation to where he wanted it to.
"No," Harry shook his head, "I know what you're thinking and no. He seems to have accepted that he won't be making anymore Horcruxes." His eyes glazed over as he went over the previous day. There had been no sign that Tom was infuriated with his inability to kill muggles and muggleborns. 'Maybe he found a way around it?' His treacherous mind supplied him and he quickly silenced his doubt.
"Maybe you've succeeded already in more than you thought," Dumbledore offered. Clearly, his doubts hadn't been unnoticed. The youngster could only hope and a small smile broke through on his face. "I do want you to be aware that he might go in search of another way to make himself immortal," the future Headmaster made his student's smile falter. Realization hit Harry like a slap in the face.
'He's... right,' he didn't want to admit it but it was true. 'Tom will always find a way to get what he wants.' "I won't be able to keep an eye on him during the week any longer," he assumed that Dippet has been brought to attention about what had happened.
"I realize that and sadly enough I can't make you an exception on the rule," the professor sighed. "But Tom will be spending a lot of time at Hogwarts because of his project." Blue eyes got a twinkle in them and Harry frowned as he wondered what the older man was thinking. "If you give him the right motivation he will likely want to spend more time at Hogwarts in your presence." Harry's reaction was staring in disbelieve at Dumbledore.
"Are you asking me to seduce Tom?" The words came out slower than usually and the future Headmaster responded with a meaningful smile.
"Would that be a problem?"
"Well, not really." A blush stared to crawl on the youngster's cheeks. "But I believe Tom will stay quiet for a while," he nodded more to himself than to Dumbledore. "He'll need time to regroup his thoughts."
"Because of the unbreakable vow?" The professor questioned and Harry nodded again.
"But that doesn't mean all of his plans are on delay now." The youngster's blush had disappeared and a frown settled on his forehead. "Ms Mabel was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, not Tom, so we haven't delayed his plans," Dumbledore explained and Harry didn't like the fact that his future Headmaster was making the assumption that he would go against the older teen.
'I didn't in the Chamber of Secrets, so what's he playing at?' he wondered. "But he can't make anymore Horcruxes. He'll be concentrating on his political carrier." Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
"Just remember that he can still turn out bad," he ended their conversation and Harry nodded before turning his back on his professor. "Enjoy your Christmas' holiday!" Dumbledore added before his student could leave the room.
"Same too you," Harry answered with a glance back to the professor. 'Is that a hint?' Outside the classroom he found his guards waiting on him with worried expressions. He smiled reassuringly at them and led them to their next class.
-THTH-
Friday didn't came fast enough to Harry as Tom seemed to have no time for him – even if he was at Hogwarts, but finally he found himself back inside their room at the Cluster's Booth with the other sitting in front of him at the small table. The older teen had only glanced at him as he entered the room before continuing with his work. Feeling a little let down, he unconsciously pouted and moved to sit on the chair opposite Tom. The other still didn't say a word instead he underlined something on one of the papers before him. "Tom?" Harry tried and the future Dark Lord raised his hand telling him to wait with one finger. Huffing a little, the youngster leaned backwards and watched the man before him. After another ten minutes, Tom suddenly dropped the feather he had been using and looked up at the youngster – drawing the blue eyes to him from where they were staring at the ceiling.
"We should go see the skeleton of our house," he stated and Harry blinked surprised at the other. The youngster was still progression that the older teen was suddenly talking to him again.
"Sure," he caught up and took in the ghostly expression in those usual bright brown eyes, "are you all right?" he asked as he leaned forwards and caressed the other's cheekbone. Tom closed his eyes for a moment and a smile formed on his lips.
"Of course, I am," he raised his hand and grabbed Harry's, brought it to his lips and kissed the youngster's fingers before laying both of them on the table between them. "I've had a hard week." The other frowned.
"Because of the unbreakable vow?" Tom suddenly laugh.
"No," he shook his head and weaved his index finger around the youngster's ring finger, "because of Mabel I put a lot of work on hold and now I have to catch up." Blue eyes stared at their entwined fingers before looking up again.
"How's Spave?"
"Fine," the older teen shrugged, "he's hold up in his mansion with the best psychiatrists." Harry blinked in surprise.
"What?!"
"His disease seemed to have affected his sanity," Tom smirked at him, "or more precisely the lack of disease."
'He did tell me that was his plan,' Harry realised.
"Enough work talk. What are we going to do for Christmas?" The future Dark Lord changed the subject.
"Christmas?" The youngster asked surprised and the other let out a small laugh.
"You do remember that next week the Christmas' holiday are going to start, don't you?" Harry joined the laughter.
"That would explain why everyone was packing!" he played dense. "I thought that we would be staying at home," he admit he hadn't given Christmas a lot of thought with everything that had happened this last month. Tom smiled at him, giving him the impression he knew what he was thinking.
"Most of the time we'll have too, because of politics, but I was planning on a small trip set during one of the weekends."
"You're serious?" Harry asked a little taken back.
"Of course," the future Dark Lord frowned at him.
"Hm..., all right then." A silly smile settled on the youngster's face. A half smile appeared on the other's face, before Tom got up and pulled him towards him.
"So, any place you want to visit?" The older teen asked as his free hand sneaked around the youngster's waist and stopped to rest on the buttocks.
"I can think of a couple," Harry smiled before their lips met in a sweet kiss.
-THTH-
Harry couldn't believe it. "We're in America!" he called out astonished and Tom laughed beside him.
"Your wish is my command," the future Dark Lord whispered teasingly in his ear before stepping forward and pulling the youngster with him. Harry took in the building they had entered as they followed the other tourists and decided it reminded him of a metro station. Everywhere there were people exiting fireplaces in small groups and following the signs that pointed to the customs. Tom had gotten Harry fake papers that stated his name was Marvolo Remus-Malfoy. He even had fake adoption papers signed by Ms and Mr Malfoy on him just in case they would question the lack of blond hair. Everyone knew what Malfoys looked like. When they passed the last check point Harry's heart was beating like crazy but the cause had changed from a minute ago. He wasn't scared anymore someone would find out his papers were fake, he was excited. "We'll check in at our hotel and find something to eat," Tom decided and pulled the youngster with him. Once outside the future Dark Lord met resistance and with a warning glance he turned to the youngster to have the warning melt away as his eyes met the vision before him. Harry was smiling content at him before he hid his orbs behind his eyelids and pointed his face to the sky. Taking a deep breath he took in the smells of New York and smiled brightly.
"Definitely, best weekend ever!" he decided as he opened his eyes and faced the other again with a grin in place.
"There will be more weekends like this!" Tom stated immediately as he stared into blue eyes. Harry's smile only widened as the other gave him his undivided attention.
-THTH-
"That was the best weekend ever!" Tom watched his boy snuggle against his chest and smiled at the childish happiness that the youngster radiated. Before falling in bed together they had paid their house-in-building a visit, which had been the perfect ending for their weekend.
"Next weekend we'll attend the Christmas party of the group," Harry glanced upwards and sulked a little, "and afterwards I'll have to prepare for the upcoming election." Again the youngster glanced up at him, but this time with a confused expression.
"What election?" Feeling his lips move into a smirk, the future Dark Lord took his time to trace his boy's jaw line.
"The one they will announce at the party." The face continued looking confused. "Spave's been declared mentally unstable." Green eyes widened in understanding.
"You're going for the position." It was a statement, but Tom nodded for good measure.
"I'll get the position," he smiled down at the youngster, who decided to go back to snuggling.
"You have work tomorrow, haven't you?" A nod gave the answer. "Then I can go buy a gift for you with Ignatius and Alex." Tom felt a warmth surround his heart.
"You don't have too..." Harry briskly faced him again.
"Of course I do, you gave me a trip to America!"
"Still..."
"Don't!" The youngster pushed their lips together, successfully preventing more objections to leave the older teen's lips. Willingly, Tom gave in.
-THTH-
"How are you doing today?" Tom asked as he eyed Spave. The politician was occupying the couch before him and avoiding his eye contact. The teen noted that the man looked like a cat on a hot tin roof.
"Fine," Spave's eyes flashed around the room almost like he expected something to pop out of his blind spot, "I know what's real and what's not."
"That's good," Tom smiled supportive before he let out a sliver of doubt, "you're not seeing..."
"No, I'm not!" The politician's eyes finally met his and fear was radiating through them. "Dalian isn't..." he mumbled as his eyes started flashing around the room again until they focused on a corner and widened in fear.
"Arte?!" Tom raised his voice and leaned forward in his seat. Spave glanced at him before back at the corner.
"He's here!" he whispered as his body started to shiver.
"Nobody's there, Arte," the teen used a reassuring voice as he waved to the nurse who stuck her head in the door opening. She had settled herself on a chair on the other side of the wall, to give them some privacy but also to be near when something happened. The nurse urged herself to Spave and started murmuring reassuring words while waving her wand behind his head. The politician calmed down and leaned into the nurse high from the spell.
"I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to depart," she turned to Tom with an apologizing look. The teen nodded in understanding and after a quick goodbye left the house through the fireplace. As he stepped in his hall a smirk coloured his face.
'Perfect.'
-THTH-
"What about a book?" Alex suggested and again Harry shook his head.
"You keep saying no to everything we suggest. Somehow I get the impression you already have something in mind," Ignatius narrowed his eyes to the youngster in a suspicious way.
"I don't know... maybe."
"Care to enlighten us?" Harry twitched a little in uncertainty.
"Well, I was thinking that I'm wearing something of him all the time..." he raised his arm and showed his bracelet.
"And you want him to also wear something of you, all the time," Ignatius stressed the last and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah," the youngster confessed, "but I don't know what."
"A necklace or a bracelet isn't really our Lord, is it?" Alex nodded in understanding.
"Although he would probably wear it if he received it from you," Parkinson chuckled before continuing. "What about a ring?"
"I don't want to ask him to marry me."
"Yet," Ignatius added and Harry rolled his eyes.
"If only two men could get married," he gave his friend a meaningful stare and received a shrug.
"But what is not, may be yet to come. Especially if you have a boyfriend in politics." The youngster couldn't help but blink at him. It was like Ignatius was predicting the future without him knowing it.
"Maybe that isn't such a weird thought after all," he admitted and the Parkinson smiled brightly.
"See, I have good ideas. So, we're going for a ring, a promise ring!" he decided for Harry as he pointed to a jewellery. "Our next stop gentlemen. Maybe you should also buy something for that fiancée of yours," he turned to Alex with wiggling eyebrows. Crabbe ignored him, but in the shop his eyes did flash from one display case to another.
"What about this one?" Ignatius asked as he pointed to a ring with a large diamond in the centre.
"Since when does Tom wear something that flashy?" Harry retorted and after a short moment lost in thought his friend agreed with him.
"Something plain would be better, but there has to be something that makes it special," the youngster continued and ignored the odd look he got from his friend.
"You're contradicting yourself." Alex suddenly stood beside them again.
"I am, aren't I?" Harry chuckled as he skimped over the next row of rings. "But you know what I mean, don't you?" Blue eyes glanced at the Crabbe, who couldn't hide the blush that crawled on his cheeks.
"Alex, you're blushing!" Ignatius called out and linked his arm around his friend's shoulders.
"You've met her, haven't you?" Harry asked and Alex gave a nod.
"Oh, and how is she? Pretty, smart..." Parkinson shot questions as he pulled their heads together. Harry shook his head, knowing Alex wouldn't be pushed in answering against his will and turned back to the rings. Immediately, his eyes fell on a golden ring with in silver and decorated with a couple of small white diamonds the symbol of eternity on it.
"Can I see that one?" he asked the shopkeeper, who carefully raised the ring from his container. Ignatius had stopped his bickering and both he and Alex surrounded Harry again. The youngster accepted the ring and twirled it around to get a good look of it.
"It's beautiful," Ignatius whispered.
"A symbol of your undying love," Alex mumbled from Harry's other side and a smile covered the youngster's lips.
"This is the one."
R&R