Happy New Year! I have done it! I have another chapter finished! I know you all have been waiting for another chapter and as promised, my traditional end of the year (a day late) update is here. I hope you enjoy it!
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Meant To Be
Chapter 32
"Aw, Harry. Don't go yet," Hermione said pouting as Harry started to gather his things together.
"Don't give me that," Harry said as he picked up Wynter, "It's late for you guys and you need to sleep."
Harry had once more come to visit Ron and Hermione and had a great time catching up. Talking over the phone was always great, but nothing beats face-to-face conversations. Plus, Wynter got to see her godparents. The only downside was that they only got to visit for a few hours because of the time difference. It was really late here in London and Harry hated having them stay up so late. Not that it bothered them, they loved seeing Harry and their little goddaughter.
"I don't need sleep," Ron said.
"We don't work tomorrow anyway," Hermione added in.
"It's after one o'clock in the morning. Go to bed!" Harry said sternly.
"Wow you have the scolding voice down pat," Ron commented with a grin and a yawn.
"Shut up. Now I have to go and get this one down for her nap," he said smoothing his hand down Wynter's back.
"O, ap!" Wynter exclaimed, rubbing her hand across her face.
"Yes, nap. You're rubbing your eyes," Harry said smoothing her hair.
"O," she said sleepily, laying her head down on his shoulder.
"Yes, you are," Harry said and turned to his friends, "I'm going."
"2 hours is not enough time," Hermione said following him to the door.
"I know, but with the different time zones…" Harry shrugged. "I'll see you guys later. I'll call about when I can come again."
"Okay…" they said mournfully.
Harry wished them goodbye and stepped out with Wynter in his arms. He gripped the portkey necklace around his neck and spoke the password –Take me home- The portkey had already whisked them away by the time he felt something gripping his arm.
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Harry landed with a little more weight than usual, but remained upright, he immediately knew what had happened and started to panic."Oh my god, oh my god! What did you do?" Harry said turning to the guilty faces of his friends who were right behind him. In front of his house. In Australia.
"I-I'm sorry Harry, I just…" Hermione made a grabbing motion. So she was the culprit.
"Relax, Harry. We just want to spend more time with you. We hardly ever see you anymore," Ron said, but Harry didn't hear it.
"You have to go back," he said panicked. What would Tom say!? Fuck!
"A-ie," Wynter said holding out a hand which Hermione took.
"We're already here, Harry, why don't you just show us around," she said.
"I can't-" Harry started but was drowned out by Ron's awed voice.
"Wow, you live here?" Ron asked as he looked around the nice neighborhood and the big house in front of them.
Harry hesitated. It shouldn't hurt, right? Tom is at work. I can just show them around and send them home. No biggie… "Okay, fine. But not long."
"Sure, sure," Ron agreed. "What time is it anyway? It's so bright."
"It's about noon here."
"Ah, it is a little jarring," Hermione commented. "Are you going to let us in?"
"Okay," Harry breathed to himself and opened the door to let them in…only to stop dead in his tracks. Why? Why, of all days! "T-M-Marque…You're still home," he stuttered as he saw the figure sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.
Tom looked up at the use of his fictional name and spotted the two people he knew to be Harry's friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He narrowed his eyes in anger, they were not supposed to be here, no one was, but then he looked at Harry and saw his wide-eyed frightened look and realized this was an accident. How? He did not know, but he will find out. For now…
He schooled his expression and got up, "I decided not to go in today," he said with a perfect French accent.
Harry's eyes widened slightly, Of course, he can do an accent, "Oh."
"You must be Ron and Hermione," Tom said holding out a hand, "Bonjour. Harry has told me a lot about you."
"Oh, Bonjour," Hermione said reddening slightly. "You must be Marque."
"Oui," Tom said taking Hermione's offered hand and turning it over to kiss the back of her hand, making Hermione blush.
"You must have a good job to just not go in," Ron commented, shaking Tom's hand.
"Yes. I own my own company, so taking time off is not a problem."
"Oh? What do you do?" Hermione asked.
"My company produces artifacts for various purposes, protection mostly," Tom lied smoothly.
"Ah. That explains Harry's necklace."
"Oui," Tom agreed, "Please, make yourself at home. Harry, word?"
Harry nodded and handed Wynter to Ron -"Uca!" – and followed Tom to the kitchen.
"I'm so sorry," Harry started when they were out of earshot. "I didn't mean for them to…Hermione grabbed onto my elbow and then they were here," Harry closed his eyes and shook his head, opening them again, he looked at Tom apologetically, "I'm sorry."
Tom sighed and watched the pair carefully as they looked around, impressed. "I know. It's not your fault. Though I will have to fix that."
Harry nodded in agreement, "I'll take them back."
Tom hesitated for a moment, "You don't have to just yet. They are already here. Show them around."
"Really?" Harry asked in a hushed voice and wide eyes.
"They're your friends. I can trust that they won't put you and Wynter in any danger."
Harry smiled brightly and kissed him full on the mouth, "Thank you!" He turned around to tell Ron and Hermione and they were each giving him wide smiles. Harry then realized the had kissed Tom in front of them. He felt his face heat up and he ducked his head as he walked back to them. "Shut up."
"We didn't say anything," Hermione said.
"You don't have to," Harry grumbled. "Marque said you can stay for a while. Come on, I'll show you around," he said almost bouncing on his feet in excitement.
So off they went, Tom, trailing after them, as Harry showed them around Haven Hall, pointing out some detail or another. They were very impressed with the spacious backyard and the playground for Wynter that she was unable to use yet. And the pool, oh the pool. Hermione loved the wide pool with the waterfall coming from the jacuzzi and the plants that surrounded it, giving it a more natural feel. But when they got upstairs to the bedrooms, especially Wynter's they were absolutely floored.
"Oh Harry, this is beautiful!" Hermione gasped looking at everything from the letters that spelled Wynter's name above her crib to the big bay window overlooking the town that was down the road.
"I know. Marque did it all for me. I didn't have to do anything this time, thank god," Harry said.
"I remember going through all those booklets and brochures," Ron commented, "That was a nightmare."
"Marque had to do it instead. He did a great job."
"That he did. You have very good taste," Hermione said to Tom.
"Thank you."
"Ai'n!" Wynter exclaimed.
"Is this room yours?" Hermione asked her.
"Ye," Wynter agreed.
"Why don't you show them," Harry said and placed her in the crib.
"Sep," Wynter said and laid down.
"This is where you sleep?"
"Ye," she said rubbing her eyes.
"Show Auntie how you sleep," Harry said and Wynter closed her eyes as Harry pulled the blankets up around her. Within minutes she was asleep.
"Nicely done," Hermione praised.
"I know, I can't believe it was that easy today."
"Why? It usually isn't?" Ron asked.
"Not always. Sometimes she really fights it and ends up cranky when she wakes up."
"That's not good," Hermione said.
"No, it's not. For either of us."
"Soooo…is your room through here?" Ron asked casually, but there was a smirk on his face, as he went to the connecting door.
"Yes…" Harry said slowly.
"For both of you?"
"Oh, my God, Ron!" Harry groaned in embarrassment.
"What?" he asked innocently as he opened the door and stepped into the room.
"Wow, you do not hold back, do you?" Hermione asked looking around.
"I wanted nothing but the best for Harry and little Wynter," Tom replied.
"And yourself," Ron added.
Tom's mouth twitched in a smile, "Yes. Me too."
Harry rolled his eyes and showed them the rest of the house. When the tour was done, the four of them settled out in the backyard around the fire pit to talk.
"So, Marque. Harry told us that you met at the market," Hermione probed lightly.
"Oui, in the frozen foods section, if I remember correctly. It went from there," Tom responded smoothly.
"Did it bother you at all that Harry already had a baby?" Ron asked, watching him carefully.
"Non," Tom shook his head, "I always wanted a family. It just so happened that Harry had one already pre-started."
"That's nice," Hermione commented. "I'm just glad that Harry found someone who can care for them both, not everyone wants a "pre-started" family to use your term."
"Usually a big turn off," Ron added.
"Yes, but Wynter is…how you say…" Tom paused as if trying to find the word, "Mignon. Uh. Very cute."
"She is," Hermione agreed.
"And Harry is…not so bad," Tom said with a shrug.
"How mean," Harry gasped while Ron and Hermione laughed. But he knew that Tom had just gained his friends approval.
"So, Marque, um...do you know about Harry and stuff?" Ron asked.
"If you mean the whole Boy-Who-Lived stuff, then yes. It is quite hard to not know when the name Harry Potter comes up."
"You're not afraid that Voldemort will come after you?" Hermione asked.
"To live in fear is not truly living," Tom responded smoothly.
"That's true," Hermione agreed, "Although, Voldemort seems to have stopped going after him for some reason."
"Perhaps he is tired of endless failures and turned his attention elsewhere," Tom suggested.
"After 14 years of targeting him, not likely," Ron said, "He's planning something."
Tom frowned thoughtfully, but Harry put a hand on his arm to soothe him.
"Who knows," Harry said with a shrug, "I'm perfectly safe here anyway, Voldemort can't hurt me anymore."
"Where is here exactly?" Hermione asked looking toward the beach, "It's very sunny and warm and judging by the time I figure we are somewhere in the Eastern Hemisphere."
"You are correct," Tom said. He hesitated a second then said, "We are in Australia."
"Australia?" Hermione asked and took another impressed look around.
"I guess that's why owls took so long to get back.
"Yeah, it's a long trip for Hedwig. That's why I'm glad we got the phone."
" So Marque, what kind of charms are you using around here," Hermione asked Tom.
"Different kinds ranging from Muggle repelling to…" And off they went into a rapid-fire question and answer discussion regarding charms and their different uses.
Ron just rolled his eyes with a fond smile and Harry laughed. "I knew they would get along," Harry said.
"I can see why. He's another bookworm."
"He is," Harry agreed.
"So how is Hedwig?"
"She's fine. I think she likes it here. There are a lot of big creatures here. She actually brought home a giant spider the other day."
"Did she eat it?"
"Yup. Gobbled it right up. It was so gross yet very fascinating."
"Cool. Have you gone skinny dipping yet?"
Harry blinked at the surprising question and turned red when he remembered Tom screwing him in the jacuzzi. "N-No!"
"Meaning yes," Ron said with a smirk.
"Meaning no," Harry argued back, "Really. I haven't. Not that I haven't thought about it," he admitted and Ron laughed.
"I'm sure Marque would like to see it," Ron said lowering his voice.
"Shut it!" Harry hissed. "What about you then? Have you asked her?"
Ron paled and he looked away. "No." he mumbled.
"Why not?"
"It's not that easy…"
"Sure it is," Harry said and scooted closer to the red-head. "You know she'll say yes."
Ron opened his mouth to respond, but Tom got up on the other side of the couch, catching his attention.
"I have a book about home protection charms, I'll go find it," Tom said and promptly disappeared inside.
Hermione scooted over so that she was sitting next to Ron, "I like him."
"I thought you might," Harry said.
"He really did up this house with every protection charm he could think of, there no way anyone is getting in here."
"I told you we're safe."
"I know," Hermione said, "But knowing the full extent of how well you two are protected makes me feel better." She smiled, "He really likes you, I can tell."
"I don't know about that," Harry said getting uncomfortable.
"I can. Just as I can tell that you love him."
"Hermione," Harry warned irritably.
"What? There's nothing wrong with it. It's a natural thing, just as we love you.
"Just not that way," Ron added.
Hermione sighed, "Yes Ronald, I'm sure he knows not that way. And we don't love you any less if you love that man. You do love him, right?"
Harry flushed and fidgeted, wanting to deny it, but he couldn't do that anymore. So he nodded, before nodding. "Yeah."
"Have you told him yet?"
"Told me what?" Tom asked coming back outside, book in hand.
"Nothing!" Harry said hurriedly and pointedly looked at his friends to change the subject.
"We just wanted to know if Harry told you he's into roleplay," Ron stated with a serious face.
Harry gaped at him. That was so much worse!
Tom couldn't help the smile that came to his face, "Non, he has not. But I will keep it in mind."
"Oh. My. God." Harry groaned covering his face in embarrassment. "I hate you so much right now," he told Ron.
"Aw. Come on Harry, don't be like that," Ron pouted, then gave a massive yawn.
"Go home already," Harry said.
"Don't wanna," Ron said with another yawn.
"No, really. You guys should go home and get some rest. It's already 2 a.m. in London," Harry said.
"Is it really?" Hermione asked as she took the book Tom gave to her and looked at it longingly, "I suppose we should get going." She held out the book to Tom, but he held a hand up.
"Take it. You can give it back to Harry when you are done," Tom said.
"Really? Thank you. I'll make sure to take care of it," she said flipping through the pages, some of which had Tom's neat handwriting in the margins.
"We should go before Hermione gets absorbed in that," Ron said.
"Come on, Hermione," Harry said getting up and tugging on her arm.
"Oh, alright," she said reluctantly closing the book, "It was a pleasure to meet you, Marque."
"The pleasure was all mine," Tom said with a slight bow.
"I'll be back," Harry said to Tom as he led Ron and Hermione to the front door. They needed him to exit the house because of the wards.
"Bye Marque," Ron said, lifting a hand in farewell, "Take care of him for us."
Harry rolled his eyes, fighting off a blush. Then he took their hands and disappeared.
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Despite just being there to drop them off, Harry ended up staying a few minutes longer. That was until Ron fell asleep on the couch as they were talking. Hermione had to shake him awake and send him to bed. Harry gave each of them a hug, Hermione giving him an extra long one along with a last "tell him," before Harry took his leave.
As soon as he was inside, Harry sighed and leaned back against the door, he was home at last.
"I thought you would be back right away," Tom said from the couch, French accent gone. Harry sort of missed it.
"I did too, but we ended up talking some more. At least until Ron passed out on the couch." Harry went over to the couch and sat down next to Tom and leaned his head on his shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with them today."
"You're welcome. I actually quite like the Granger girl."
"I thought you might. She's book smart and a stickler for the rules. Though not sure about that last part with you."
"I don't break the rules, Harry. I bend them."
Harry laughed, "Okay, if you say so."
Tom hummed in agreement, then asked, "Do they really suspect I am up to something?" Referring to the conversation earlier.
"Well, if you see it from their point of view. Voldemort suddenly went quiet with a few attacks here and there. Other than that, nothing." Harry paused. "You spend a lot of time here."
"I do," Tom admitted, "I don't want to miss anything with Wynter, she should be walking soon. And I like being here with her." He hesitated, then added, "And you."
Harry felt his face warm and turned his face away so Tom wouldn't see how happy that made him. "There's also the fact that you go in at a different time now with the time difference. It probably throws the Order off. Your followers too."
"Yes, well. They conform to my schedule. I don't care if it's midnight for them. They have to be there whenever I need them."
"You're evil."
"Yes, I am."
"They need to sleep, you know."
"They can sleep during the day."
"They have day jobs."
"I don't care."
Harry laughed, "You're ruining their internal clock. They'll get found out just because they're exhausted."
Tom hummed thoughtfully, "You may be right."
"Of course I am," Harry responded looking up at him.
"Just this once," Tom said and leaned down to kiss him.
Harry leaned up into the gentle kiss, holding Tom in place with his hand on his neck. He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock as he pulled away. "You know I should really thank you for letting Ron and Hermione stay, even though it was an accident."
"That reminds me, I need to fix your necklace so that doesn't happen again."
"You can do that later," Harry said getting up and going to the staircase. "We have about half an hour before Wynter wakes up."
Tom's interest immediately perked up, "Are you trying to seduce me, Harry?"
"Trying to, is it working?" Harry asked shyly.
"Maybe," Tom responded.
Harry gave him a shy, yet bold smile and held out a hand and beckoned Tom to him. Tom immediately got up and took Harry's hand and he led them upstairs to their bedroom. When they got there, Harry pushed Tom to sit on the bed.
"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked toying with the buttons on Tom's shirt and trailed it downward.
"Should you really ask me that?" Tom asked, watching the wandering hand.
"Fine. Should I surprise you then?" Harry asked and squeezed Tom through his pants.
Tom jerked in surprise and looked up at Harry as he continued to massage him. In response, Harry pressed him back against the pillows and straddled him, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it open to reveal a pale chest which he ran his hands down.
"You're being very bold today," Tom said voicing his thoughts.
"I'm in a good mood."
"Are you?" Tom asked breathlessly as Harry began trailing kisses down his chest.
"Yes," Harry said nipping at Tom's belly button as he pulled the zipper down on Tom's pants and tugged him free. "Very."
-Fuck- Tom hissed and Harry idly stroked his cock with feather-light touches. "Maybe I should let them come over more often."
"I would like that very much," Harry said and gave Tom's cock an expert lick across the top.
It took a lot of self-control Tom had to not buck up when Harry ran his tongue up the length of his shaft. "If you do this, maybe I will," Tom managed to get out. Harry just gave a sly smirk and wrapped those full lips around the head of his cock and sucked until he got a groan out of him.
Harry made himself comfortable between Tom's legs and slowly started to take the rest of Tom's length into his mouth and down his throat. Tom placed his hand on Harry's head and watched and felt Harry bobbing his head as he sucked him off. Harry had gotten very good at giving him a blowjob since the first time, he applied just the right amount of suction and his fingers lightly stroked his sack underneath to give unsurmountable pleasure. In short, Harry knew how to turn Tom on and also get him off with just his mouth. Just as Tom was feeling his impending orgasm, Harry's mouth disappeared and he let out a frustrated groan.
Harry smiled and pulled himself up so he had Tom pinned to the bed. "Not yet." Tom narrowed his eyes in displeasure but said nothing and Harry took a moment to study the man beneath him. Tom was being surprisingly submissive today, waiting in anticipation as to what he might do, yet his eyes remained watchful, in control…at least as much as he could when he was about to come. Despite his eyes being careful, they were gentle and unguarded. He was allowing him to take control, which was not often since Tom was very controlling, it said a lot to how much Tom trusted him to relinquish that control. Damn it, Harry thought as he stared down at Tom fondly, I love him. The admission was freeing and he felt his heart squeeze tight as warmth spread through his body. I love him. I love him. He leaned down and kissed Tom deeply, trying to convey what he felt without saying anything and Tom opened his mouth invitingly, giving him more control, yet the hands on his ass told him it could change any second.
Harry continued to kiss Tom deeply until the need to breathe properly became needed. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head while Tom's eager fingers undid his pants, pulling them down to pool around his knees so Tom could grasp him. Harry gasped as Tom stroked him and he let his eyes slip close and head fall back as he felt Tom's expert hand work him. Shifting, Harry struggled to move his legs and regretfully pulled away to take his pants off. Seeing that Tom's were still on, he turned around and untied his shoes and tugged the rest of Tom's clothes off, unceremoniously tossing them to the floor.
Feeling really bold and a bit dirty, Harry reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and coated his fingers. He then bent over Tom's legs, exposing himself and started to prepare himself.
"God, Harry, what are you doing?" Tom groaned.
Harry paused, "Do you want me to stop?"
-Fuck no- Tom hissed and pulled Harry's cheeks apart so he could see better.
Harry flushed as he felt Tom's penetrating gaze on his backside, yet he continued to work his fingers in and out of himself, gasping when they went in further and touched that spot inside him and adding another finger when he was ready. He continued to fuck himself with his fingers, moaning with the effort, until Tom couldn't take it anymore.
"Enough," Tom finally said. He couldn't watch the slick fingers anymore without wanting to touch and he had refrained because it was a sight to see. Harry wouldn't usually be this dirty and he loved it. But he'd had enough. He wanted that tight hole around his cock and it was currently feeling neglected.
"What's wrong?" Harry purred as he turned around and put his arms loosely around his neck, smiling coyly down into Tom's now red eyes and then leaned into him to give him a kiss, yet he wouldn't let their bodies touch.
"I'm feeling neglected," Tom stated, turned on by Harry's husky voice.
"Are you? Shall I give you some attention then?" Harry asked arranging his legs so that he was sitting in Tom's lap, his cock trapped beneath him, and Harry started to rub back and forth against it.
"I thought I was the Slytherin," Tom panted, the friction getting to him.
"I'm half Slytherin, remember? Why do you like it?"
"I do. Though I don't think I will last long if you continue to do that."
"Don't want that," Harry murmured and leaned forward to kiss him lazily. Reaching behind him, Harry grasped Tom's length and positioned it all he had to do was push down for it to slide into him. He gasped and moaned into Tom's ear as his cock filled him all the way with no resistance.
-Fuck. You feel good- Tom groaned, sliding his hands over the back of Harry's thighs and over his ass, one hand moved higher to his stomach and Harry felt the familiar tingle of the conception spell take place.
-You do too- Harry hissed and pulled up so Tom's cock slid out of him, leaving the head inside, before pushing back all the way down. –You fill me up so good-
They didn't say much after that as Harry started to bounce up and down on Tom's cock. And Harry was really feeling it today, especially after the liberating admittance of his love for Tom - dark side, red eyes and all. All that mattered was them and Harry continuously leaned in to kiss him as he bounced harder, reveling in the feeling of Tom's cock sliding in and out of him.
Tom finally couldn't take it anymore and took a hold of Harry's hips to pull him tight against his chest with one arm and planting his feet on the bed, thrust upward into Harry startling a sharp cry out of him. But Tom didn't stop and continued to thrust upward at a rapid pace.
Harry could do nothing but lay against Tom as he bulldozed into him, hitting his prostate over and over. He could only pant, give Tom sloppy kisses and chant "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" as he felt a tightening in his balls as his orgasm came closer and closer. "Oh fuck! Fuck!" Harry cried out, holding onto Tom's shoulders. –Tom. I'm going to come. G-Going to c-come!-
-Do it. Come for me- Tom hissed back.
"C-Coming!" Harry gasped and arched his back as the spasm hit and he came, hard. He sat back so he could reach down and grasp his own cock and jerked himself off so more semen came out onto Tom's chest.
Tom watched as Harry came, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy; hand working himself through his orgasm. Harry had gotten really tight around him and he could feel his own coming upon him, bubbling up as he continued to thrust into Harry's tight hole. He gave the last three thrusts and came just as hard, pulling Harry's hips down to meet him. When Tom finally let go, Harry lifted himself off and collapsed next to him bashing in the aftermath.
"Your friends can come over anytime they want," Tom finally said when he caught his breath.
Harry just laughed. "I guess I will just have to remember to reward you when they do," he said turning onto his side.
Tom turned toward him. "If it's like that then I would enjoy it very much."
"Of course you would," Harry said with a grin.
Tom only grinned back and leaned in to give him a kiss.
Before things could get interesting...
"Da-dee!"
"Ah...She's calling you," Harry commented.
Tom growled in frustration and kissed him one more time, before getting up to perform his Daddy Duties.
"Don't forget to check her diaper!" Harry called after him as he opened the connecting door.
"I know."
Harry laid onto his back and listened as Tom tended to their daughter.
"Hello princess. Sleep okay?"
"Ye."
"Good. Did you go potty?"
"O."
"No? Are you sure?" Silence. "Let me check, okay?"
"Oke."
"You did go potty."
"Uh oh."
"That's okay. Let's get you changed."
"Oke Dadee."
"Okay. Here we go."
Harry smiled as he listened to Tom talk to Wynter. He was always so gentle and calm with her and it warmed his heart to hear the light talk that Wynter probably didn't fully understand. It was what made him fall in love with Tom in the first place, Harry realized. And yes, he did love him. He could admit that now.
Just whether or not to tell Tom was the question. Hermione always pressured him to tell him, but she didn't know the whole truth. Tom could accept it and they could move on or he could love him back...but that was unlikely. Yet there was also the possibility that Tom would be disgusted by his feelings, could laugh in his face, it could destroy what they had built and he didn't want that. He wouldn't be able to bear it. Not after falling this hard.
It shouldn't matter if he didn't tell him. Didn't Dumbledore once say that Voldemort couldn't love? Then there is no reason to, Harry reasoned with himself. Well... he then thought, He does love Wynter, I can hear it in his voice. But that's different. She's his daughter. It was all very confusing, but it was safer to just keep it to himself. He wasn't hurting anyone.
"All done."
"Ah dn!"
"Let's go see Mama"
"Mama!"
Harry looked down at himself and realized he was still naked on top of the covers and quickly got up to clean himself up and get dressed. Then started to think of what he was going to make for dinner, he thoughts of love and confessions pushed aside. For now.
I know you all have wanted Ron and Hermione to meet Tom and there you go. Plus, I gave you one hell of a steamy chapter, am I right? Hopefully, it will thaw those of you who are out in freezing temperatures.
*sigh* Now I feel so accomplished. It's the first of the year and I have already updated, but I do have a surprise. I have another chapter just about done. Not quite, but almost. I just decided to release this one first. But that's not all. I have another chapter after that! But that one is not done yet, maybe like...half way. At least it gives you something to look forward to.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! See you soon!
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