In celebration of 200 followers of Tables Turned I bring to you [insert dramatic music here] Chapter 2! The finale.


1:00 am

Harry let the scarf slip through his fingers onto Voldemort's lap. He strutted around with his hand on his hat before returning to drop it and the remainder of scarves onto the man. Tom looked pleasantly smug. Harry Pulled off the outer sweater to reveal another shirt underneath and dropped it onto the other's head. Voldemort pulled it off with a chuckle. Harry swerved to face the other way and unbutton the next shirt. He turned back around and flung it open...to another shirt. He threw it this time, Tom barely catching it. He came back over, between the Dark Lord's legs and lifted up his hands.

"Here, you can take this one off."

Tom reached out and pulled the shirt over Harry's head. He had on yet more clothes. "How many did you..."

Harry slid back, he pulled off the vest to show another one. He undid his pants letting them drop to the floor. Harry took off the final vest, getting caught in it for a second then he danced over to Tom in nothing but his trousers and plopped down onto his lap. "Ta-da." He breathed heavily.

Ton fingered the edge of his pants, "And these?"

Harry looked down, "Oh, right." He stood up.

Tom unbuttoned them, "You put all this on and still no underwear?"

"Pants are so...annoying." He shrugged.

He pulled the pants down, just enough to reveal Harry's nakedness. He then looked up coyly as he grasped it on the under side and gave it a lengthy lick. Harry made a stupid face as he jutted out his lower jaw. Tom then scuttled over the bed next to the hat. Harry gaped at him,

"You don't just...!"

"I'll have a dare as well." He smiled wickedly.

Harry growled but crawled over and took out the paper, "Moving through the alphabet, take turns kissing a body part on your partner that starts with whatever letter you are up to." He paused.

Tom folded his arms, "If the hat just wanted us to do things then we could have done without this pointless game."

"Oh psh." It was Harry's turn to be smug. "You still think it's fun." He leaned back in his palms.

Tom scowled. He scooted over next to Harry, pulled him by his leg suddenly making him fall on his back then lifted up the foot. He kissed it, "Ankle."

And here Harry thought he would have gotten a gentle kiss on the arm. Things don't go very well when you tease Dark Lords...most of the time. He flipped Tom over in retaliation and lifted up his robe, bending down he gave him a kiss, "Butt." He gave the cheek a light slap.

Tom sat up quickly and squinted. He then smiled in feign of innocence and gave Harry a lingering kiss on the cheek. Harry looked him up and down then tackled him, what the hell started with D? The other just waited patiently. Harry had to prove he wasn't stupid, once again. He wiggled down and placed a kiss on the stomach,

"Diaphragm...?" He scooted back up.

Tom smirked and pursed his lips. He pulled Harry down and the young wizard had to scrunch his face as he was kissed, "Eye."

"You're odd." Harry remarked, but leaned down and kissed him anyway, "Forehead."

Harry made a startled noise as Tom shoved a thumb into his mouth, pushing up his upper lip. He leaned up and kissed, "Gums."

"Wha... Who even...?" Harry rubbed his lip. Somehow this was turned into a competition with no prize...or goal for that matter. He looked down at his smirking wife. He sat up and pulled Tom up as well. Not letting go of the hand he brought it to his lips and kissed it. He went to let go but Tom held it and brought Harry's hand to his own mouth.

"Index." He kissed.

Harry hummed. He tilted his head and went in, kissing him on the jaw. Tom rolled up Harry's pant leg and bent to kiss the knee. The other returned it on the mouth.

"Lips." He smiled leaning away. He didn't get very far as Tom continued the kiss. Breaking it too soon he spoke,

"Mouth."

Harry pulled Tom into his lap, "Neck..." He whispered against it huskily. Tom felt the semi erection press against him. And Harry called him odd.

"You know..." He started, "There aren't any external organs starting with O." He trailed a finger down Harry's chest.

"Er...what are you insinua-"

"I could just open you..."

"Tom...hey w-wh it's... You're not serious...?"

He chuckled, "Of course not."

Harry threw his head back, "That was a sick joke... I wouldn't put it past you too, y'know!"

He just took Harry's hand and kissed the little finger. Harry watched him, "Hey! That doesn't count." He narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to work his way around this one…

He did. "Palm." He smiled wickedly and kissed it. The younger one made a noise.

Harry blinked. R? He blew the air after giving it some thought, "What...?"

"Respiratory system."

Tom face palmed. "Harry..."

"Oh I know!" He started to turn Tom over.

"Okay, okay!" He wriggled before Harry could get to his behind, who was grinning cheekily all the while. Voldemort looked him up and down distastefully. "How crude..."

Harry laughed, "Oh be quiet you, and kiss me." He leaned in. Tom assessed him first before reaching and placing a kiss on his shoulder. Harry then pulled him in for a rather lengthy wet kiss. Looking at Harry perplexed he said, "Tongue." With a grin. Tom looked suddenly devious. He kissed the other again and held his face. The forked tongue protruded into his mouth, and farther than a normal human tongue could ever reach. Letting Harry gag once he parted.

"Ulna." He replied to the expression, sticking the tip of his tongue out. That tongue that had set off Harry's erotica meter early in their relationship, looked like a normal one but was secretly able to part down the middle, like a reptile's. Harry jumped him. Tom lifted his non existent eyebrows. Harry worked his way lower until he reached that spot. He kissed it. Then licked it. Then sucked ravenously.

Tom barely had time to register.

"HAarrY…You know…I won't be able to walk after all this…" He put his hands on the other's head regardless. "Nn…stoh.." His breath was borderline hyperventilating when Harry suddenly sat up. Tom opened his eyes and looked down.

The young wizard grinned, "V for…"

Voldemort groaned and plopped his head back down, you don't just take someone to the edge and not push them off. He wasn't even mad. A weight climbed onto on him, he opened his eyes. Harry passed a hand through his full head of hair. He didn't even register when he transformed to his human self. This was happening frequently lately. He took the hand and kissed it.

"Wrist." He said tiredly and closed his eyes.

Harry poked his nose, "Are you sleepy?" He chuckled.

"No. But you might be." Poor Harry could never distinguish between his passive aggressiveness and his joking.

"C'mon we have four more hours."

"Take a dare then."

Harry smiled down at him, "That's not how it works." He rolled off and took the hat.

"I've made new rules." Who's to argue with the Dark Lord? Well, Harry of course.

"Give your partner oral sex while they sit on the washing machine. Make them come during the spin cycle. Exclamation point. Haha…er."

"A what...? Do we even have one of those?"

"A…washing machine master?"

"Yes, please fetch one at once."

Pip looked utterly lost, "Yes…at once…"

He bent and handed her a photo, "It looks like this."

She nodded and took it, looking shyly at Harry before popping away. Tom was especially nice to house elves, it still perplexed him to this day.

"What?" He queried at the look the younger gave him.

"Nothing." He smiled.

Tom sat upside down on the lounge, his hair lightly brushing the floor as Harry sat in the nearby chair flipping through a small photo album. It was old and fairly empty. In the most recent ones he saw one tucked behind another. He took it out and laughed,

"Have you seen this one?" Harry leaned over.

Tom hoisted himself up and took it. It was a picture of him casually feeding the baby but then he'd jump as his nipple gets bitten, followed by the giggling perpetrator.

"What, no, I haven't…" He tucked it into his robe.

"Hey!-"

He dodged Harry grasp as Pip popped into the room , "I've done it master." Only took her a gracious thirty minutes.

Tom stood, stooping to her level. "Well done." He pat her on the head. She had the greatest expression of pride on her little face. Tom walked over to the machine.

Harry examined the symbols, "Is that Japanese? Did you go to Japan for it?"

"It was hard to find an open store at this…time." She twiddled with her fingers.

Tom looked around, he grabbed an ornament. "Here, have this."

The little elf perked up at the sight of it, "Really master?"

"You like this one don't you?"

She nodded hastily and took it slowly, "Yes, very much master. Thank you." She held the little glass fairy to her chest and popped away.

Harry suddenly heaved onto him from behind, "Awwwwwww. That was so sweet."

He bent over from the sudden weight, "I swear I'll curse you bald."

Harry stuck his tongue out in contemplation, "I might look pretty good..."

Tom huffed in annoyance and wriggled free. He looked at the machine warily, "So how does this work exactly?"

"Auh…! Merlin sakes Harry! Ahh!" He clawed at the wall above his head wildly as he came. "Hah…hah…hah…" He breathed heavily as the quietly vibrating machine finished its cycle.

Harry straightened, "Well, that was…different."

Tom groaned, "I might go mad with all these crazy sexual escapades." He smoothed his hand through his hair to find none. He was back in his serpentine appearance, again, without his conscious doing.

"Is there a reason you keep changing?" Harry asked curiously.

Tom was silent for a few seconds, "Just felt like it…"

Harry held him by the waist and pulled him to the edge, they shared a kiss quickly before he was hoisted onto the ground.

Back at the bedroom Tom approached the hat, "I'll take a truth, I'll begin to spasm if I orgasm again…."

"Maybe once more…" Harry muttered quietly earning a devious look.

"Have you ever used a sex…toy…" He reddened suddenly. Harry peered up at him from his new position on the bed, he looked especially cheeky. Tom shifted his eyes down at where he lay, "…" He furrowed his eyebrows, "You're the one who gave it to me!"

Harry grinned, "Did you really use it? I never thought you would."

"Well I wasn't…!" He blushed even more, "But you insisted…for that whole week you were gone and…you kept sending me lewd messages…and…This game is stupid!" He threw the paper away from his person, only to float peacefully to the ground. Needless to say, the morning after he was thoroughly embarrassed even being alone in the bed.

Harry laughed and rolled on the bed with his lover giving him a sulky look. When he was done he rolled onto his stomach and reached his hand out, "Please tell you at least saved me some footage of that."

He was smacked in the face with a nearby pillow, "Truth." Tom picked for him. He took the paper and read, "Have you noticed anyone checking out your partner lately? Did you feel jealous? Turned on?"

Harry set the pillow aside, "Oh…um yeah I think."

Someone was checking him out? Voldemort? Well he does have a nice arse but still, "What!? Who?" He poked him.

"Not telling!" He tried to futilely defend from more of Tom's pokes.

He ceased his assault and grunted, "Well, fine. I'll find out eventually. So, what's your reaction?"

"I'd say jealous I suppose but I feel more angry about it. You know like, 'look but don't touch' but don't even look either." He explained casually.

"Really…?" He was always a fan of possessive Harry.

"Mm…I never knew I had murderous tendencies…"

Which was- a definite turn on. "Oh." He traced a line down Harry's neck and shoulder.

"You fancy a shag?" He asked in the bluntest of manners.

"Eh, what- if I did not anymore! Besides, I can't handle any… more just yet. I'm still a little tender…" He rest his hand on his lower stomach.

Harry sat up, "C'mere." He opened his arms. Tom walked into them, those arms that always hold him so lovingly. "…Love you." He mumbled into the pale chest.

"You're an idiot Harry."

2:41 am

"Act out a roleplay where you dresses as a student, and knocks on the door hoping for a better grade…I'm not doing that."

"Why not?" Harry laughed.

"I wouldn't have a bad grade to begin with." He put a hand on his hip.

"Oh come one, just pretend I were this awful professor teaching…the study of muggles and I failed you for a silly answer or something."

Tom squinted, "I'd more kill you first…"

He felt a bit nervous, "Heh..." Harry thought for s second, "I'll take baby night duty for a month."…but I get to choose the outfit."

A bargain too good to pass up, "Deal." He thought for a second, "I'm not wearing a skirt."

He saw right through Harry. "Oh pleaaaase. The blue one would look perfect on you."

He huffed, "I'll wear the plaid one. This time only." Harry did a triumphant 'yes' action. Victory was his. "You're so silly." Tom held his head and bent giving him a kiss on the forehead.

He inspected the clothes Harry handed him, "What school even is this?"

"Potter's school for haughty Dark Lords." He answered quickly and ushered him into the closet before he could reply.

Tom came out a few moments later looking as cute as a serpentine Dark Lord could possibly get in a white button up and plaid mini skirt. The clothes were ruffled and hung on him awkwardly. Harry sat smugly at the desk, he even put his glasses back on.

The Dark Lord a la schoolgirl trotted over to him. He handed Harry a blank sheet of paper, "What is the meaning of this!?"

Harry stifled a laugh, "Wha-ha er, what are you talking about? The paper's blank." He grinned and rest his cheek on the back of his hand.

"Harry-!"

"Professor."

Tom inhaled, "Professor…What is the meaning of this!?" He flipped the paper to show a large F.

Harry laughed this time. "Is that how you speak to your professors? Minus 5 points from er, whatever house it is you're in."

Tom looked down and back up, "Wha- Hey, it's your own pretend school and you don't even know what houses there are?"

"Don't break character. Fine, um…Blibbering Humdinger."

"Blibbering Humdinger?"

"Yes… Betty… Blibbering Humdinger."

Somewhere a Luna Lovegood smiled.

Tom stared, "Alright, professor, just turn this into an A and I'll be on my way."

"Can't do that." He fiddled with a pen. In his hands.

"Well why not?" Tom put a hand on his hip, bare from how the skirt was crooked.

"You can't put," Harry took the black paper and looked at it, "Muggles are too asinine to- to comprehend the study of…runes as answer."

The Dark Lord pursed his lips, "It's valid argument..."

Harry tutted, "Can't have that you know. My poor reputation."

Tom actually started feeling impatient even though Harry was just his pretend teacher. "Can't I do a make-up test?"

"Nope." He put the pen down officially. "You'll have to earn some extra credit."

Oh Merlin. "I'll wear this for 2 days."

Tempting, but Harry was meaning to get some, "But you have to wear the uniform everyday anyway. Here at…Potter's school for naughty Dark Lords. I don't know what else you'll wear."

Tom growled, "…I'll write an apology."

"Er, that' not quite extra credit worthy."

"I'll take some private lessons."

"Hm…do you really need this grade that badly? I'm a busy man." He leaned back into the chair.

"Yes. I'll do anything." he answered with no emotion whatsoever.

"Convince me."

"Convince…?"

"Yes. If you really needed it, you'd be begging."

He squinted at Harry and his cheap antics. He squatted and put his fingers on the chair on the space Harry's open legs made. "I'll be your personal assistant." He spoke suggestively.

"Personal? Well, it is rather…warm in here, you can undo my pants." Tom unbuckled the belt obediently and unzipped the fly. Harry of course wasn't wearing any underwear and his erection popped out. "That could use some, assisting."

Without a reply Tom engulfed the length of it. Harry made an 'Oh.' He held and stroked with one hand, his head bobbing up and down simultaneously. He moaned softly, he knew Harry liked when he did that, the vibration was highly pleasurable After a while he felt a hand on his head.

Harry's voice was breathy. "That's good…"

He stood wiping the side of his mouth, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"You're supposed to change the grade, I sucked you off." He would at least like to get away with being able to walk tomorrow.

"What? Nono." Harry feigned disappointment, "That'll only bring your grade up to a D+ I'm afraid."

Tom narrowed his eyes, "You sly bastard." He said jokingly. Tom sat on his lap, "Shall I assist another way?"

A hand went up his skirt as Harry buried his face into his neck. He giggled, "You're wet." Tom made a soft moan as he was rubbed through the underwear. Harry nudged the other off his lap and he sat on the desk without question and spread his legs. Harry scooted up and buried his face in. Voldemort tilted his head back. Oh it always feels amazing when Harry goes down on him, even with underwear on. Harry stood and peeled off the little white panties, inserting himself. Tom pulled him down for a few wet kisses before the other got down to business. Harry was going really rapidly for some reason, Tom could barely make sense out of anything. Yet his hand found its way to the younger man's shoulder for support as he exerted his hips in the same fervent rapid race, shaking the desk violently. He gripped Harry tightly as he came and was filled with the seed of his mate.

He lay flat on the desk with Harry still inside huffing and puffing above him, "Do you reckon…heh…that…heh…you'll be pregnant by the end of all this?" Tom tiredly held up his hand with his hidden charm bracelet with the contraceptive charm on it. He was internally disappointed. He would've liked another baby. No way Voldemort was having another so soon though.

Tom pulled him down again and they kissed., after a while the hat made a buzz.

"Mmf-" Harry broke it as he stood.

"No…"

"One more. It's almost 5." Tom groaned as Harry hoisted him up and finally disjointed them.

Tom walked slightly funny to the bed, "I feel absolutely ravaged."

"You look absolutely ravaged." Harry sat and held him around the waist.

"What'll you have love?"

"Mm…truth." He spoke into the other's tummy.

Tom read aloud, "Does it turn you on to think of your partner making out with someone of the same sex? Harry? What number of fantasies do you have?"

"I'll never tell." He whispered.

Tom chuckled. "Is it someone specific?"

"Well it's a bit technical that one…"

Tom stroked his hair gently. "Oh?"

"I always thought it would be very erotic if there were…two of you. If you know what I mean."

He felt the embarrassed smile on his stomach and laughed. "You're so strange but…so brutally honest." He sighed, "Gryffindors."

"Slytherins."

5:00 am

They lay horizontally staring at the ceiling, "Quite quiet tonight."

"Yeah, luckily." Harry looked at him, "Can't sleep?"

Tom shifted onto his side to face him, "I guess not. I'm fine just laying here." With you. He reached above and picked up the hat. He looked at it for a moment then flung it. Harry raised an eyebrow, "It's a love hate relationship." He explained.

"Loving all the sexy things you did?"

"Thoroughly." He blushed. "But I can't imagine what I'd do if there were recordings, Merlin- or even if someone were to write it."

"That'd be pretty weird…Speaking of." Harry snaked an arm under him and pulled him near, "So, you ever going to tell me where you put the dildo?" Made just in his likeness. Though their feet hung off the edge of the bed,

Kicks in the shin really do hurt.

10:00 am

Hermione stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes. She continued making faces eliciting giggles from the baby that suckled on his mother's breast. Ron was making a make-shift sandwich. The larger main kitchen was full of working house elves preparing the banquet for Annabeth's return.

"Oh hey guys."

Harry sauntered on in, "Oi 'Arry." Ron greeted mouthful of food.

He walked up to Tom and Hermione, "So…was the hat any fun? I got it at Fred and George's joke shop. Some special reserved section…for adults." She finished with a whisper.

Harry cleared his throat, "Ehem- well er, it was alright, nothing too crazy…"

"Ah, okay." she was sure she put it on the x-rated setting.

The baby had miraculously slept soundly all night. "Would you like to burp him?" He asked, upon seeing her longing look.

A dumb grin plastered on her face, "Auh, really? I'd love to." She almost whispered in her excitement. Tom handed her the baby and she took him as carefully as she could. "Hello. Hey little baby Ethan. It's me aunty Hermione. Oh he's so cute." She turned to Ron as she put him on her shoulder. "You didn't forget the present did you?"

"Aw wha?" He rest the sandwich down and Tom immediately closed his eyes. Harry reached out instinctively but retracted quickly. They forgot.

No, don't tell him…


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