With a huff Harry dropped down on the couch beside Tom, who eyed him expectantly from behind his newspaper. "Done!" the youngster cheered and got a smile from the older teen. "My application has been send," he continued.
"You'll be admitted," the Dark Lord stated certainly.
"I hope so!" Brown eyes gave the brunet a confident expression.
"You saved my life!" His boy shyly shrugged. "
I guess," he mumbled and Tom laid down the newspaper he had been reading. Next he wrapped his arms around the brunet's neck before pressing their foreheads together and staring into the blue eyes.
"Harry, they would be insane to reject you, which they can't as it's already too public."
"You make it sound like I'm only getting in because you're famous," Harry huffed but the teasing undertone was clear to hear.
"You're also famous," the Dark Lord contradicted with a smile as he withdrew his head and the youngster moved into his waiting embrace. Pressing as close as he could the brunet sighed happily, making the politician smile.
"Yeah, for being your boyfriend." Another huff and the older teen's smile widened as he enjoyed his boy's scent.
"At least everyone knows who you belong too." The body he was leaning against vibrated with laughter.
"Couldn't they call you Marvolo's boyfriend?"
"Fine by me," Tom answered and met the other's eyes. "Although I would prefer Harry's boyfriend." A loving smile appeared on his boy's face.
"That would be perfect." The brunet kissed him and both didn't voice the part where they knew that was impossible.
"Excuse Dopper, Master." Their house-elf carefully entered the living room. Tom reluctantly released his hold on his boy and gave the elf his attention. "The letter Master has been waiting for has arrived." The Dark Lord's eyes widened and he rose from his seat to meet the house-elf halfway. Accepting the letter, he recognized Gregory Lestrange's handwriting and ripped the seal. He pulled out the letter, folded it open before reading the words.
'He accepted,' a smirk bloomed on his lips and he felt the youngster's eyes on him. "Business," he explained and Harry blinked at him before turning away. Have gotten dismissed, the politician quickly strode towards his office. 'Lestrange will program a back door in the security system of the Ministry.' He walked straight to the fireplace and threw the letter in the flames. 'Everything will be mine!' His smirk grew and turned evil.
-THTH-
"So how's playing house?" Ignatius asked as he dropped down on Harry's and Tom's bed. Alex looked up from the paper he was reading while sitting on the nearby sofa.
"It's great," the brunet said as he closed the door with his butt. He handed his friends a bottle of butterbeer before joining Parkinson on the bed. "For a short while, I can't wait to start my first year of Auror training."
"Cornelius Zanal has been chosen as the new Head," Alex informed them and the youngster looked up.
"The one Tom supported?" he questioned and Crabbe nodded while showing a picture of a middle aged man waving at them from the front page of the Prophet. Behind the balding man Harry recognized the Dark Lord with a smirk on his lips. "Tom really does give credit to his new nickname," he shook his head as his friends studied the photograph one at a time.
"It's good publicity," Parkinson shrugged and Alex nodded.
"You've received your acceptance letter yet?" The brunet nodded to Crabbe's answer.
"And you? Have you been accepted yet?" Ignatius turned to the teen sitting on the sofa.
"Yes, I've received word this morning," Crabbe answered and his eyes asked the same question back.
"Same here, I got accepted in Paris." Harry's eyes widened. That was the first he heard about Parkinson going abroad.
"Paris? I didn't know you were applying there," Alex called out stunned and the brunet felt a little better realizing he wasn't the only one who didn't know.
"I didn't either," Ignatius shook his head, "my parents sent a copy of one of my applications without my notice."
"Do you want to go?" the youngster asked and a smile appeared on his friend's face.
"It's an one in a lifetime opportunity, so yes. I'll admit I wasn't that trilled when I first learned about it, but the idea grew on me," Parkinson was honest. "And luckily there is a spell to help me learn French quickly!"
"That was what you were worried about, weren't you?" Alex said sarcastic and all three started laughing as Ignatius blushed.
"When are you leaving?"
"Two weeks before the new school year starts," Ignatius answered Harry's question.
"Then at least we still have time." Blue charmed eyes moved between his friends. "It will be weird for us to go our separate ways. I was used to almost seeing you daily." His friends nodded.
"But we will still see each other during the holidays! We must!" Parkinson stated and with smiles on their faces the others agreed.
-THTH-
Watching the youngster play nice with Walburga was just simply wrong. 'She tried to kill you!' Tom frowned at the sight before him. All right, it was the woman's wedding but still it didn't sit well. The old Harry would have smiled politely at the Blacks before trying to avoid them most of the day. The newlyweds had rented the entire Longleat House so there were enough rooms to hide in. The two of them had even gotten a room to stay the night.
"It's great to see them getting along, isn't it?" The Dark Lord turned to none other than Alistair. The politician grumbled as he turned back to watch his boy.
"What happened in those books?" he questioned and a surprised sound made him glance sideways again.
"He didn't tell you?" Stromay looked surprised and Tom's frown deepened. It was conformation that it was bad. "You know it was a combination of our fears and desires," Alistair told him what he already knew. "I'm certain you already know what Marvolo's desires and fears are."
"Yes," 'me,' "but something happened just before he woke up." Stromay's eyes confirmed his suspicion.
"I don't have the right to tell you that," Tom's eyes narrowed, "and either way at the end he was acting weird. It was like he was seeing something the rest of us couldn't." Stromay gave him an apologizing look.
'So, Harry is the only one who can give me the entire story!'
"Tom!" his boy pulled his attention. "The lucky couple's moving in next to us after their honeymoon. Hi Alistair!" Harry gave a real smile to the Stromay, who answered it with one of his own.
"Before you know it there will be little Blacks demanding your attention," Alistair teased and a pleasant laugh fell from the brunet's lips. The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows at the genuine sound, realizing his boy was actually really looking forward to the little brats.
'Does he want a child? Or does he know them?' he wondered but before he could address the youngster Madam Prince stood before them.
"My, isn't this a company of handsome young men?" she chuckled and all three of said men politely laughed with her.
"We do fall to the shadows in your presence," Alistair put his charm on full throttle.
"Always the charmer isn't he, love," the old woman turned to Tom.
"We all have our strong points," the Dark Lord reacted and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Could I have a moment of your time, Tom?" Madam Prince smiled and the politician nodded, giving his boy an apologizing look. "Why don't you buy me a drink?" the old woman suggested before leading the two of them to a secluded corner near the bar. "Gregory Lestrange is a good friend of mine," she went straight to the subject and the Dark Lord gave her an intrigued look. "He won't tell me anything about the work he's doing for you - I know that it isn't for your home - but either way, I've decided to invest in the project." Now that Tom hadn't expected. "Surprised I'm certain, but every step you've taken, has made me realise that your vision is close to mine," she smiled at him with a dreamy expression. "Like the small pureblood community you are creating. If you permit I would love to buy a piece of land, I suspect correct that you're the secret buyer of the entire lot?" Tom's smirk was the only answer she needed. She was correct, the Group finally had raised enough money to buy the still free land and the Dark Lord had ordered Abraxas to buy it immediately. This had only taken place a couple of days ago, making it say a lot of the old woman before him.
"You're sharp, Madam."
"I've been acknowledge of that before," she smiled, "I'll be out of the country for the next two weeks, but afterwards I'd like to make a visit to the lots."
"Of course," Tom nodded, "have your people contact mine for a date."
"Will do, love. Just don't try to reschedule again," the old woman patted his hand before joining the party again. Following her example the Dark Lord walked over to where his boy was entertaining the two Stromays.
"Tristan," he greeted the newcomer, who quickly took a step backwards to let him join the circle.
"Tom, it was a nice ceremony, wasn't it?" Tristan was being all polite. The Dark Lord had made certain his rival felt guilty about the Crouch incident and would act like the minion he was.
"It was!" Abraxas joined their little group with a huge smile.
"Lost Lysandra?" Harry joked and his cousin happily nodded.
"She's getting wedding tips from our blushing bride." The men chuckled with the picture of a blushing shy Walburga in their heads.
"Orion certainly knows how to pick them," Alistair reasoned and the others nodded.
"At least her brothers will be glad she's out of the house. She must have been a harpy always getting on their case," the blond continued with a shake of his head.
"She must be good in bed," Tristan supplied.
"She must be a beast, so demanding," Harry teased and the others laughter increased, making the bystanders look at them.
"Having fun mates?" Orion suddenly joined them and Tristan started coughing as his champagne went down the wrong pipe. "Careful there, mate," the groom patted his back and the Stromay gave him a thankful look.
"We were talking about the advantages of marriage," Tom said casually.
"Oh, thinking about taking the big step?" Orion teased and the Stromays quickly looked away. The Dark Lord's eyes automatically shifted to his boy, who blushed as they made eye contact.
'Intriguing - if we could - would he want too?' he wondered and smirked. He was definitely going to become Minister and get a same-sex marriage law passed.
"Orion!" Walburga appeared beside her new husband and batted her eyes. Everyone but Orion got the shivers from the sight.
"If you excuse me, mates," the male Black excused himself before guiding his wife away.
"If Walburga is here, Lysandra must be looking for me," Abraxas departed with his ceremonial robe billowing after him.
"Mr. Riddle!" Another fan appeared behind the Dark Lord and the politician looked at his boy. The youngster nodded for him to go with a tiny sad smile. Tom gave him a grateful look before plastering his charming business smile on his face as he turned to the young man behind him.
-THTH-
The evening wore out and the guests who weren't offered a room were starting to depart while the others were starting on their night caps. Harry excused himself to Lysandra and moved in Tom's direction with the woman smirking in understanding behind him. His way got disturbed by a couple of drunken men and a serving maid, who offered him the last two drinks on her plate, a glass of red wine and a glass of cognac.
'Tom would probably like the cognac,' the brunet decided as he smiled at the young woman. With full hands he finally reached the Dark Lord and handed over the glass of alcohol. The older teen glanced in surprise at the liquid before smiling and taking a sip. Next his attention moved back to his conversation partner. Harry realised he wasn't going to get the attention he wanted and disappointed retreated to where Alistair was standing.
"Being ignored?" the Stromay laughed and a wave of alcohol breath made the youngster's nose cringe. "Don't despair; I'll give you my love!" Alistair leaned forward and Harry put his hand on the other's chest, pushing him away.
"I'm honoured but can't accept."
"No, you can! I've got enough for you both!" The brunet frowned in confusion.
"Us both?" "Yes, you - of course - and Ignatius!" Eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Ignatius?" A smirk pulled at the youngster's lips.
"You really like him, don't you?" The Stromay fiercely nodded his head.
"I would never have slept with him if I didn't!" Alistair roughly wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled their heads together as close as he could with the hand between their bodies. "He crawls under your skin with his temper and passion." Stromay's eyes glazed over a little as he remembered. "And the sex! Mate, he's good!"
"I don't-" Harry pressed against the other's chest again to try and create more space between them.
"Inside of him-"
"Alistair, stop!" the brunet's other hand joined the one on the chest before him and with all his might pushed Stromay away from him. "I seriously don't want to know!" he clearly stated and the other blinked at him in confusion.
"But-"
"Do you love him?!"
"Him?"
"Ignatius!"
"What, no!" Disappointment settled in Harry's chest.
"So, you like him, but don't love him?" Alistair stupidly blinked at him for a second before nodding with a huge smile. 'I guess they really don't have romantic feelings for each other,' the brunet had to give in. He always had had the smallest hope that the two just didn't want to admit it, even to themselves. But if he couldn't get them to admit it while drunk, those feelings simply weren't present.
"See," Alistair suddenly pointed behind the other, "he's cheating!" Confused the youngster turned around and saw Tom leaning heavily on a waitress. The Dark Lord was being carried upstairs and the brunet guessed he was going to their room, the Prince of Wales' room like they liked to call it. "Don't follow him!" Alistair whined as he grabbed his arm. "Stay!"
"Alistair, let me go!" Harry stated clearly. Stromay let out another whining sound before reluctantly releasing him. The youngster eyed him intently for a moment before slowly turning around. Harry's feet carried him to the Prince of Wales' room and he pushed the door open to have an apron thrown at his head. On reflex he caught it before it fell to the ground and looked up from the fabric in his hands to see the waitress straddling Tom's lap on the bed. Without thinking his wand ended up in his hand and the servant was flying through the air while the Dark Lord rolled off the opposite side of the bed. "Stupefy!" the waitress stiffened where she lay on the floor. Next the blue eyes moved to the other occupier of the room and narrowed at the unexpected vision he saw. The older teen was trying to get up but failed miserably. 'That's odd,' Harry warily stepped closer. 'Will he jump up at the last moment?' he wondered before dropping his wand. The Tom he knew would already be fighting back. Something was very wrong. "Tom?" he called out and the brown eyes turned to look in his direction with wide blown pupils. Realization hit he brunet hard and he sprinted to the Dark Lord, gathering him in his arms. The first touch made an almost painful, but at the same time lustful moan slip from the older teen's lips.
"What's going on in here?!" Orion's voice suddenly bellowed through the room and helplessly Harry turned to him not knowing what to say. His blue charmed eyes met the surprised greyish ones of his cousin and the youngster found his voice again.
"She drugged him!" he yelled and Abraxas immediately pushed himself passed the Black. The blond kneeled down beside the brunet and pulled open Tom's eyes to study them. The older teen let another moan escape and Malfoy quickly released him.
"He's been administered with a weakening potion fused with an aphrodisiac," the blond stated and glanced at Harry. "Wait here," and he was gone. Orion let him pass before pointing his wand to his servant.
"I'll get rid of that," he calmly stated before disappearing with the floating woman. Helplessly the youngster stared at the politician in his arms to look up as Abraxas stormed inside. The blond signalled the brunet to straighten the Dark Lord a little before pouring the liquid in his mouth. Tom swallowed before coughing and moaning.
"This should cancel the working of the weakening potion in about half an hour and..." The greyish eyes turned to meet blue ones. "I'm sure you can do something about the aphrodisiac." Harry's eyes widened.
"You don't have a potion for that?"
"Not in this situation," Abraxas shook his head. "As we don't know which one she infused with the weakening potion the risks are too big," the blond explained. Concerned the youngster looked at the teen in his arms and resolve settled in his chest.
"I'll take care of it," he stated as he looked up again and Malfoy gave a nod before getting up.
"I suggest a cold shower to..." Abraxas chose his words carefully, "slow him down." He walked over to the magical conjured bathroom and waved his wand around. Repeating the silence spell - the brunet could understand him this time - in the bedroom before departing with a last look that seem to hold pity. Harry stared at the closed door for a minute until a hand grabbed the front of his robe. Hopeful he looked down but didn't meet the brown eyes he hoped to see.
"Come on," his voice sounded forced in the room only filled with small moans. He raised the Dark Lord to his feet, leaning him flush against him and used his wand to remove both of their clothes, ignoring the hardness poking against his hip. As afterthought he pointed his wand to the door and locked it with magic. Next he moved both of them to the bathroom and set the other down on the chair standing innocently beside the bad. Tom had already gathered enough strength again to stay upright on his own. The brunet gave himself a moment to caress the Dark Lord's face in concern before using his wand to put him in the tub. Making sure the other sat comfortable, the youngster leaned over him and pulled the showerhead from its support. Testing the water until it was just a hint colder than lukewarm; he hung the head back and aimed it to the heated body. His blue charmed eyes glued themselves to the stiffness standing up proudly between the pale legs and bit his lip at the arousing sight. Tom released another moan, longer than before and Harry felt himself harden.
'He needs relieve,' the youngster swallowed and his body moved of his own accord. His hand raised his wand again and he used his magic to enlarge the tube until it was wide enough to contain two large people. His feet crawled in the tub and his legs kneeled him down. His wand got dropped over the edge of the tube while his other hand grabbed the twitching length. A gasp and a moan made his heartbeat accelerate and hesitatingly he pumped the length, testing his grounds. Tom had never been so vocal before and Harry felt himself utterly turned on. Wanting to hear more he leaned forward and licked the head teasingly. A cry made him look up and next his face was covered in semen. Quickly he put his head under the rain of water and rinsed himself off. Again his eyes moved to the still throbbing cock and he covered it with his mouth. His hand pumped the base of the length as his tongue twirled around the head. He sucked hard letting the stiffness move in and almost out of his mouth before repeating the movement. With a pop the head got released and next his tongue moved over the vein on the side of the cock. Tom's hands had entwined themselves in his hair and pulled at his roots.
'He definitely has his strength again,' the brunet thought before diving again and taking the hardness as deep as he could. Without warning the Dark Lord released, coating his mouth. Pulling back Harry spit out the semen, not liking the tasted and rinsed his mouth the best he could. Spitting out the last of the water something slapped against his cheek. Almost surprised he blinked at the stiff cock asking for his attention.
'He's still hard?' he glanced up to see the politician panting hard under the cooling ray of water. Deciding to take it further he Accio'd his wand and aimed it at his butt. A relaxation and a lubrication spell prepared him for the intrusion of his fingers. Biting his lip he held in a moan of discomfort until he got deep enough to touch his prostate. A moan of pleasure fell from his lips and a hand was suddenly pushing against his shoulder. Surprised he looked up in lustful brown eyes and astonished watched how he descended while Tom crawled on top of him. His fingers got rudely pulled from his hole and in a swift movement the Dark Lord was seated inside of him.
"Oh," Harry yelped at the full feeling and looked expectantly at the other. "Tom?" he questioned but his hopes got crushed as the politician started thrusting in and out of his body with a dazed expression on his face.
"Tom?!" he tried once more and loudly moaned as his prostate got hit. The Dark Lord's grip on his tights tightened to the point he was certain he would have bruises in the morning. It was getting a little painful and the brunet tried to wrap his arms around the other's neck, but the moment he touch his skin Tom pulled one of his legs upwards. The thrusts didn't stop instead they seemed to accelerate and reach deeper inside him with the new angle.
"Tom!" Harry moaned as pleasure was making him lose his mind. Again his body got turned and he was clawing at the edge of the tub now with his butt in the air. The Dark Lord abused his prostate until he couldn't take it anymore and came hard.
"Aah!" he screamed and panted the other's name as he glanced over his shoulder expecting to see the older teen come, but the thrusts didn't stop their assault.
"Tom?" Harry questioned and a hand moved to his shoulder, pushing him down on the length inside of him. Having just come made the youngster more sensitive and the continued abuse was starting to get painful.
"Tom?!" Harry tried to reach the politician, but the hand on his hip pushed its nails deeper in the skin, almost breaking it. 'He just needs to come!' the brunet told himself and braced himself. He let the other have his way, drawing blood from his hip and his shoulder where he actually got bitten when the Dark Lord finally came. A tongue lapped up the blood from the bite and the brunet cursed the damned waitress for making him put up with this. Tom started nibbling on the skin of his back as he hardened inside the youngster again.
'What?!' Harry's mind was going in overdrive with just one order: 'Stop him!' His hand moved to the edge of the tub beside him but before he could call for his wand a hand grabbed his wrist. His arm got pulled backwards painfully. Too lessen the pain his body followed the arm but his movement got restricted by the politician's other hand. Brutally his head got pushed down knocking hard on the edge of the tub, making the brunet's vision swim as he groaned in pain. His shoulder was complaining as his arm got pulled more and more backwards and it only got worst when Tom's nails started scratching through his skin. His head was killing him and seeing blood slip down the side of the bathtub didn't ease his mind.
"No," he quietly whined as black spots were starting to dance before his eyes. The brutal assault continued and Harry could feel his body give out. He felt Tom coat his hole once more before darkness claimed his conscience.
-THTH-
Coldness made Tom shiver and he tried to move closer to the heat in front of him. As his conscience resurfaced he realized that a spray of cold water was covering his lower back. Without opening his eyes he felt around and ended up leaning his hand over the edge of the bathtub. 'Cold water, bath,' sounded logical in the politician's mind and with his magic he felt the presence of a wand underneath his hand. Reasoning it must be his he Accio'd it and pointed behind him. He succeeded in closing the tab but something was off with his wand. Confused he brought the wand to his face and peeked underneath half opened eyelids.
'It's Harry's,' his mind supplied and he closed his eyes before rapidly opening them again. 'Harry's wand! What am I doing with Harry's wand? And inside a bathroom?' The questions pilled up as he noted he was leaning against another body.
"Harry?" the Dark Lord asked as he leaned further away from the other. Brown eyes zoomed in on the blood clinging to his boy's arms and panic rose. "Harry?!" his voice sounded higher than he liked and carefully he moved the brunet in his arms. The bite mark made his skin run cold as he could taste iron in his mouth.
'What happened?!' his mind screamed and he tried to raise the unresponsive body in his arms but stopped when white liquid seeped from the youngster's hole. 'No!' The politician's breathing hitched and testing he touched the liquid. 'Semen, definitely semen.' Realization hit him hard. 'I raped Harry!' Panic rose even more but he forced himself to stay in control. 'He needs help...but first he needs to be cleaned,' the Dark Lord ordered himself and with help of his boy's wand got the showerhead in his hand before opening the tab. Carefully he cleaned every nick of the brunet, feeling more guilty with every scratch he encountered. He scooped his semen out of his boy before rinsing him completely. When he was done he quickly cleaned himself before drying both of them and carrying Harry to the bedroom. Carefully he put him done on the covers before sprinting to the door. Pulling it open to get help, Tom realized it had been magically locked. As he was still clenching the youngster's wand he aimed it to the door and spelled it open with a small explosion. Next he almost tripped over the first aid kit standing before the door as he tried to sprint outside.
'They knew!' Anger filled him as he stared at the innocent small looking trunk and grabbed it. Kicking the door close behind him again, he moved as fast as he could back to the bed where he opened the trunk to check its contents. He pulled out a healing balsam, some bandages and a blood replenishing potion. First he thoroughly applied the healing cream over Harry's body before banding the wounds. Next he made certain that all the wounds were closed before pouring the potion in his boy's mouth. After checking over the brunet once more he was convinced he got every wound and carefully tucked him in.
-THTH-
Checking his boy's health once more, Tom registered no change and slowly slid from the bed. Silently he moved to the door to find Abraxas standing behind the wood.
"How is he?" the blond immediately asked and his superior hatefully glared at him.
"Get a physician!" Tom ordered and Malfoy simply pushed a small button in his hand. Immediately a wizard popped out of nothing.
"Sir Starlight," Abraxas introduced and the Dark Lord ushered the doctor inside. The man quickly moved to the bed and started on his job under the watchful eyes of the politician.
"What happened?!" Tom hissed in a dangerous tone to the blond beside him.
"One of the squib servants drugged you with a weakening potion fused with an aphrodisiac," Abraxas started and rapidly continued as he saw the murder intent in the brown eyes. "Marvolo interrupted the squib before she could do anything with you. I administrated an antidote for the weakening potion." The blond didn't have to continue. The Dark Lord knew the risks of combining aphrodisiacs with another potion and that the best cure was to let it play out.
'Harry would have made it his responsibility,' Tom sneered in anger. "Where's the squib?!"
"Being tortured as we speak. Walburga didn't take nicely having her wedding day ruined. One of her family members is a torturer specialist for the Ministry." The politician could agree with that, but the whore would pay even more, he would make certain of that.
"Excuse me, Sirs," sir Starlight interrupted them. "I will have to ask Mr. Malfoy to leave for a moment." The greyish eyes widened understanding the underlying message and he quickly excused himself. Once the door closed the physician pulled the blankets from Harry's privates and started his inspection. He asked for the Dark Lord's assistance to spread the youngster's legs to check his hole. Tom kissed the back of his boy's head as it leaned against his chest and watched the doctor's every move. He didn't like to see another man touching his Harry's privates and had to suppress his jealousy. Once Starlight was done he covered the youngster again and pulled a small box out of his pocket. He opened it and with his wand asked for the potion he needed. "Mr. Remus' wounds have been banded with expertise," the doctor complemented the politician and showed the potion in his hand. "I'm going to administrate a disinfecting potion as precaution and expect Mr. Remus to awaken in the morning." Tom nodded in understanding and the physician poured the potion between Harry's lips. Done Starlight wished Tom goodnight before departing. The older teen watched him go and knew he wasn't closing an eye for the rest of the night.
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