Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry was waiting impatiently for Tom to come to bed while reading a novel in Tom's room. He was dressed in black fluffy pajama bottoms and had a deep blue silk robe tied loosely around him and was subconsciously fidgeting with the hem. It had to be some time later, at least an hour, before he heard movement in the hallway.

That's odd, Tom usually doesn't come to our bedrooms for another hour or so. I wonder why he's early, not that I'm complaining...Tom opened the door and Harry stood to walk towards him. He was feeling much more confident than he had in the past. He had come to accept that Tom wasn't going to hurt him and that gave him the courage to approach the man in the doorway.

Seeing the surprise on Tom's face upon finding Harry in his room, he glided forward and wrapped his arms around Tom's neck before pulling him down into a kiss. He felt himself smile into the embrace as Tom responded, wrapping him in warm arms that held him close and kissing him for all he was worth.

It wasn't anything like when they were in front of the death eaters. When others were around it wasn't so intense. But then again, Harry was usually trying to prove a point when there was an audience. Now though, there was no one to perform for. Only Tom was there, and Harry was determined to get his mind to shut up for a few minutes. He had noticed Tom was distracted more often than not.

"Harry," Tom gasped. "What are you doing in my room?" The voice held only thinly veiled desire and curiosity.

"I've noticed you've been distracted lately with all of your political stuff and just wanted to get your mind off of it for a night. I believe you've been thinking too hard; all you ever do is pace and run over the same thing over and over again when you aren't holding a meeting to find out the latest news." He tucked his head into the crook of Tom's neck and practically glowed as firm arms wrapped around his back to hold him in place.

"Thank you, my Harry. I'm sorry I've been so distracted lately. I didn't mean to neglect you." Harry's heart swelled at the pet name and pressed himself closer as a hand started to gently card through his hair.

"There's nothing to be sorry for. We can all be distracted once in awhile." Pulling himself out of Tom's arms, he started to undo his robes and shirt. Neither one of them spoke until Tom was only left in his trousers and shoes. "Go take a shower, I'll be here when you return." With that, he took a running leap at the bed and landed square in the center of the decorative pillows. Tom simply laughed all the way to the bathroom.

"New Hatchling?"

"Yes, Nagini?" The snake in question slithered up on top of the bed and curled herself up on top of Harry to soak up his warmth while he petted her head.

"Why is Master Hatchling so opposed to New New Hatchlings?" Harry's face burned crimson as he tried to gather his composure.

"Uh...Well...He and I are both male. It isn't possible for two males to have New New Hatchlings."

"Yes it is." Nagini's hisses came off as very matter-of-fact, and Harry was briefly reminded of Hermione. "Master Hatchling talked of such a thing when he was searching for knowledge before he was solid. He said it was something to do with power. Master Hatchling does have a lot of power. I can smell it. You have a lot of power too." Harry felt his cheeks begin to warm.

"Nagini?"

"Yes, New Hatchling?"

"Why do you wish for him to have New New Hatchlings so badly?"

"Master Hatchling has been lonely for a very long time. I have only seen him with a few others and they were not around this long. He has always pushed them away. Even the ones who wished to stay were shoved aside. But New New Hatchlings...even if he pushed aside his mate, he could never push aside New New Hatchlings. Besides, I could guard them. I find myself lacking in a use for my venom and fangs." A wave of insecurity washed over him as he thought about how the others before him had been cast aside like they never mattered.

"Do...do you think he would push me aside?" The loud and forceful hiss that Nagini let loose on him was frightening, to say the least.

"I hope I didn't hear that right! How could you think Master Hatchling would toss you away? He would rather die first! You are the first besides the Sassy One that he has confided in and respected!" She softened her words after her tirade. "Master Hatchling has chosen you as his mate. He cares for you too much to allow anything to come between you." She slithered off the bed and back onto the floor as Tom came out of the bathroom in his pajama bottoms.

"Remember this, New Hatchling. He gave you his eyes. No one else has had that privilege and no one else ever will." She reared up to Tom's eye level and hissed at him.

"You will do well to remember where he comes from and the support he needs, Careless One! I don't want to hear one more hiss of self doubt from your mate again!" Tom nodded, eyes wide, and watched her leave with his brow furrowed in confusion.

"What was all that about, Harry? Usually seeing you puts her in a better temperment." Harry, suddenly feeling nervous, rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah, well that may have been my fault. You see...I got curious and I asked her why she wants you to have kids so much and...well…" Tom heaved a sigh and climbed atop the pillows with him.

"I take it somehow the others were brought up?" Harry nodded and fought back the feeling that he wasn't good enough. "Harry, she doesn't really know emotions or attachments like we do. I am her master, and she my companion. She knows who to like and who to dislike based on their relation to me. But she does not understand why humans mate for reasons other than children. Snakes mate for procreation, it's less of a pleasurable pastime and more of a duty that comes with life. I am not old, per se, but I have been with enough that if I were a snake I would have had a few broods. I'm sure she thinks there's something wrong with me. And I also think she wishes that she could have her own. I haven't been able to find another of her kind, and so she grows lonely while she watches me suffer the same fate." Tom paused to gather Harry in his arms and kissed his forehead softly.

"The others were...lackluster. They either had no personality or they had a personality that I didn't wish to be around. There was very little in the way of feelings other than mutual physical attraction. I think the one managed to stick around for two months. Harry, you are everything I could have ever wanted. You're witty, beautiful, smart, and adorably shy. You care for others even if they have wronged you and you strive to make everyone around you feel better even if you are at your worst. I couldn't have wished for anyone better than you if I had tried." Harry felt his cheeks darken once more.

"Is it...I mean, I grew up with pretty closed-minded muggles but Nagini mentioned…Well..."

Tom chucked simply because he didn't know what else to do. He hadn't thought that Harry might not know things like this.

"In certain circumstances, yes it is possible. For women it is easier. There is an altered polyjuice potion that will allow one to turn into a male version of themselves for an hour. I've heard it's quite the experience. For men it is more difficult than that. One man cannot take that same potion during their pregnancy-firstly due to needing it every single hour, and secondly because it has ingredients that are fatal to fetuses. Many have tried, and all have failed that way.

"There are contraception potions that are being developed but all of them are in developmental stages and even Severus's has taken over a decade to get it only partially done. Spells are, again, temporary. They wear off after a few days and only allow one to simply more prone to getting pregnant. So far the only way for two men to have a child and carry it to term is by simply being very powerful. Their magic has to be strong enough to change your body enough to allow it to occur and even then, there is the daily regime of potions. Once your magic starts the process, you become utterly exhausted all the time and have to reduce your use of magic to the bare minimum. And I mean minimum. The worst thing you could do is drain yourself of the very thing that sustains the organs that house the fetus." He paused to contemplate Harry's expression. He looked to be torn between wonder at such a thing being possible and terror that such a thing was possible.

"Harry, it usually takes many times to even have that as a possibility and even then, only when your magic truly wants it. It isn't enough that the carrier wants it. The magic has to want it, too. From both parties. Don't stress yourself over it, Harry. You and I haven't gone that far anyway and besides, your father would murder me if he knew I told you about any of this to begin with."

Bringing that up seemed to do the trick and he joined Harry in laughter.

It wasn't very long before Harry managed to put that conversation out of his mind and he was back to devouring Tom's mouth. It was nice, but he wanted Tom to take control, to push his boundaries a little more tonight. They had plenty of dalliances in the night, but Harry wanted Tom to take it farther. He was tired of setting the limit and wanted Tom to be the leader he was meant to be.

Pulling away from Tom's embrace, he looked up at Tom's crimson eyes.

"Tom please...I don't want to lead tonight. I just want…" He trailed off as his mind drifted to the dream he had the night before.

Tom was above him, licking every inch of skin his tongue encountered. A breath ghosted over a nipple and Harry cried out as his back arched. Warm hands slid over every inch of his skin, igniting a fire under his skin and in his belly. A throaty groan escaped from someone as Tom sucked and nibbled at his hip before letting his tongue escape to his very core…

Harry pulled himself back to the present and noticed that Tom's eyes were slightly glazed over with pure, unadulterated desire. He had never been happier when Tom nodded and pulled him down onto the bed and practically devoured his neck. The sensations were exciting and new and although a part of Harry was incredibly nervous at handing over the reins, he was confident that Tom wouldn't hurt him.

To Harry's surprise, Tom did exactly what Harry had been remembering the dream Tom to be doing and he blushed at the realization that Tom had seen everything he had remembered. That was quickly followed by the hope that maybe Tom would do everything he had seen in Harry's mind just then. He felt incredibly dirty at the prospect but in a delicious, naughty sort of way.

He was harder than stone by the time Tom's wonderful mouth made its way to his hip and he couldn't stop the cries of pleasure when he felt a hand finally trail fingers up the length of his manhood. It was slow and teasing and absolute bliss. He didn't even notice the wet trail that was headed for lower areas until the wetness was inside him.

His hips practically jumped off the bed in surprise and Harry groaned deep in his throat as Tom's tongue teased him mercilessly. It was sinful and new and different and absolutely the most amazing thing he had ever felt. When a finger joined the tongue, Harry almost screamed at the feeling. This was different than anything his uncle had done to him. This was gentle and teasing, stretching him impossibly slowly and tenderly. His uncle was only ever violent and cruel.

As the hand on his cock tightened just a tad bit more, he twisted his hips and suddenly screamed as he came. Tom's tongue and finger continued to move in him as he came down from the bliss and slowly withdrew as he calmed. A self satisfied smirk graced the man's face.

"What was that?"

"That, my dear, was your prostate. It's a bundle of nerves."

"It's a bundle of heaven, more like." Tom chuckled and started licking his way back up Harry's body. To Harry's surprise, he felt desire bubble back up to the surface of his skin once more as he watched Tom eagerly consume the semen that had fallen on his stomach and chest. It wasn't the burning, all-consuming passion he had felt just before, but it was slow and delicious feeling. Tom paid particular attention to the insides of his wrists and elbows, sucking and nibbling on every square inch of skin he could find. When teeth grazed a nipple, Harry came once more. It wasn't as powerful as before, but it was sweet and gentle. His bones turned to jelly and he snuggled into the bed further before encouraging Tom to pleasure himself.

"Tonight was about you, my Harry. I'll be fine."

"But I want to watch you touch yourself." Harry put on his best pout. "I like watching you pump your cock as you imagine yourself in me." It worked like a charm and soon Tom was playing with one of his nipples while he jerked himself off as Harry described all the things he wanted Tom to do to him.

"Wouldn't it be so nice Tom, to wake up and see me riding you in the early hours of the morning? Or to have me on your lap in a meeting while you're inside me?" That's when Tom lost his control and came all over Harry. After a quick cleaning spell to clean up the mess, Tom collapsed next to Harry and pulled him close.

"I rather like that last idea. Once you're more comfortable with going that far, perhaps I will take you up on that offer." Harry was drifting off to sleep but smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that."

"So would I, my darling Harry. So would I."