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"Molly, I've returned Harry back home. I assure you, he is resting and will be able to write to you and your family once he feels up to it. Your daughter...well, I'm not sure what happened. Mauled by the looks of it. So far out in the woods, you'd think she'd have kept a better eye on the wildlife. I didn't think you'd want to see what was left of her." Severus apparated to the edge of Tom's property before making the walk up to the mansion.

It had been difficult for him to see 'Harry' raping the Weasley chit-he could only imagine the pain it would be causing Tom right now.

It turned out, Severus didn't have to go far before he found Tom. He had been waiting by the front door.

"Harry is fine. She hadn't taken him yet. He's upstairs sleeping off the rest of the drugs she gave him with a dreamless sleep potion in his system. How did the rest of them take it?"

"Well Granger and the youngest male Weasley are currently screaming up a storm at the rest of them. Molly was suggesting that Harry had gone willingly since she doesn't want to believe the worst of her daughter. I think Ron and Hermione may be open to hearing about our side of things but that's contemplation for next school year. I've enough to do over the summer without trying to get them on their own." Tom nodded thoughtfully.

"I did see them mention something similar to Harry before they were interrupted. Perhaps you should schedule detentions with them to forage out in the forest. The trees may talk, but they only talk to us." Severus nodded and took his leave with a promise to return once Tom lets him know Harry had awakened.

"Tom?" Harry groaned at how scratchy his voice sounded and yawned before sitting up. He was still in a bed, although this one was Tom's bed and Tom was fast asleep on the far side of it. Harry crawled over to him and nudged his shoulder.

Jerking awake, Tom's eyes flew open.

"Harry? You're awake! How do you feel? Are you alright?" Harry held up a hand.

"What is the name Frederick calls me by and what is he particularly fond of doing?"

"He calls you sonnie and enjoys poking and prodding you while sizing you for your robes." At the confirmation, Harry practically tackled Tom and seized his lips with his own.

When he finally drew up for air, he took in the position they had ended up in. He was straddling Tom and Tom's hands were softly kneading his arse as if he were weighing the globes of flesh. Although he was in pajama bottoms, he didn't feel any boxers or shorts beneath the silk.

"Harry, you've just been in a delicate situation…"

"Fuck delicate situation. I was just kidnapped and almost raped by a girl who is so obsessed with me that she was willing to drug me. Right now, Tom, I need you. I need to be with you and I need to be reminded that there's no way on this planet that I'd ever end up with a boobed being. Make me forget about all of what happened with Vernon and Ginny. Remind me why I get hard for you, and only you, Tom."

He wiggled his hips ever so slightly and felt Tom's erection growing beneath him before he felt Tom's hands slowly slide into his pajamas and caress his bare bottom. Deciding they were both in far too many clothes, he grabbed Tom's wand from the nightstand and banished their clothes to the other side of the room before tossing the wand to join them.

Leaning over once more to reach for the nightstand, he pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to Tom.

"Please Tom, I need you in me." Nodding, Tom liberally coated his own fingers and suddenly Harry was a babbling mess. It had only taken him a second to find his prostate and Harry threw his entire being into the sensation.

He could feel every time Tom added another finger, and once he felt the fourth one slide home, he pulled off of the fingers in him in favor of hovering over Tom's erection. It was too easy, sliding onto the cock that Tom was holding steady for him. It was only too simple to see that this was where he belonged and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.

Instead of lifting himself up, he ground down on the man below him and gasped as Tom twitched inside him. It was all he could do to stay focused and to lift himself up before letting himself fall back down.

"You're too bloody patient Tom. Fuck, just fuck me already!" The words had the desired effect and Harry suddenly found himself flipped back onto his back and being gloriously shagged with his legs around Tom's back.

Deciding enough was enough, Harry managed to get one leg around Tom's shoulder instead and practically screamed as the new angle allowed Tom to pound straight into his prostate with every thrust. It didn't take long before Harry came all over their stomachs and Tom followed almost immediately after, filling Harry with come.

Cradling Tom's cheek with one hand, Harry smiled as warm emotions spread out through every inch of his body as he looked into Tom's eyes.

"I love you, Tom."

Tom had never been so happy to hear anything in his entire life. He practically beamed down at Harry.

"And I love you, my Harry." Before Harry's come cooled, Tom swiped his finger through it and brought it to his mouth for a taste. It was bitter but so purely Harry that he moaned. Desire and heat managed to resurface in Harry's eyes.

"Is this going to happen again or are you just teasing me to tease me?" He laughed.

"Oh my Harry, I think that you're going to see exactly how many times you are capable of having sex in one day if you keep asking for it. Would you enjoy it in the bath or on the bed once more?"

A mischievous glint twinkled in Harry's eyes.

"How about in the library? I'm sure there's bound to be a book with plenty of moving pictures that we can watch." The words had barely left Harry's mouth before Tom picked him up and carried him to the library.

Grabbing a rather inconspicuous book, Tom turned it to an earmarked page before passing it to Harry. The couple on the page were silently crying out in pleasure as one was pressed up against the wall while the other fucked them.

Harry shuddered with want and looked up at Tom. He practically willed the man to shove him against the wall and claim him.

Tom stalked to him slowly, giving him every chance to back out, and pressed him against the wall he didn't realize he'd backed up into. His breath was stolen as Tom's lips glossed over his own and tongues battled. Ultimately, Harry relented and let Tom drink his fill of him while he wrapped his arms around Tom's neck.

Suddenly, Harry was in the air and his legs instinctively wrapped around Tom's waist. He could feel the come dripping out of his hole and whimpered with the need to be filled once more.

Tom was only too happy to oblige.

It was fast and rough, filled with love and lust alike. For every scrape of Tom's nails against his skin, he was soothed with promises of love from the man's mouth.

He couldn't do much from this position, but he did make a point to arch his back and allowed himself to be as vocal as he wanted. He groaned and gasped Tom's name, a few times slipping into Parseltongue completely. Half of what he said was a jumbled mess of both languages.

"Harry, oh my dearest Harry...you're so tight. Fuck Harry, I'm going to come. Come with me my love." And come with Tom was exactly what Harry did.