A/N- Don't throw things! I'm so sorry for the very late update but things have been….crazy recently. Crazy is putting it mildly tbh. My family are basically at each other and I'm stuck in the middle. -.- my best friend is just….AWOL and I'm not sure about anything with us except we're stepping on eggshells around each other, my ex thinks I have feelings for someone else and that I'm in denial when I think I have a sort of "I'm angry but I'm just gonna suck it up and deal with it" thing going on with. So yeah…..then there's school. Exams! Revision! Don't get me started. Sorry this is so short but the next chapter which hopefully should be a bit longer will be up maybe tonight if my parents don't turn the internet off. Read on, enjoy and review!

HARRY POV

I sighed, picking up my books. I'd gotten another summoning to Riddle. In the middle of a revision exercise! I held in my anger and decided to just take it out on his office when I got there. The summon had been from Professor Hughes' so I was free to let out my rage to my grey hearts last time I'd done so in the chamber however his fury had been of enormous levels and I quickly learned the chamber, HIS chamber was untouchable. Just like I was. I shook my head as I came to the room representing my certain doom. I laughed quietly and bitterly as I opened the classroom door, walking in. I placed my bag on his desk and felt my heart miss a few beats as the unmistakable sound of the lock on the door turning met my ears. Unfortunately for me I was met by an empty classroom. So he was in his office. I probed with my mind for his presence.

"Come in, Harry. Don't be shy." He shouted, mockingly.

"Why don't you come into the classroom?" I shot back. While I waited for his reply I edged onto a desk and crossed my legs. Might as well get comfortable, right?

"It wasn't a request, Hadrian." His voice was suddenly ice cold and he was using my full name. Shit. That never meant anything good. I bolted up the stairs like I was on my fire-bolt mid-way through a match. I crashed through the door panting, my hair askew because of my sudden rush to get up the stairs. He looked up from his work and gave me a quick smirk in greeting before putting his head back down and writing something on the pile of papers. My shoulders slumped and I gaped at him. He'd shouted me up in that tone, scaring the shit out of me for nothing! I shook my head, irritably. After a few moments I felt awkward so put my bag down on the couch and went to sit. I just hoped he wouldn't...

"Hadrian. Wrong seat."

Do that. I gave a sigh of defeat and went to sit on his desk just to the left of him. He nodded before returning to his stupid papers. Probably tests. As he worked I studied him. He hadn't changed much really since I first saw him at age 12. His dark hair still fell in his blue-est of blue eyes and he had filled out a bit. But that was all I could see. Also he was tall, even sitting down which still ensured I had to slightly crane my neck to look at him. Without warning his hand suddenly stretched over my knee and he started to rub absently in circles. I fisted my hands in my robes as his hand got higher. He probably didn't realise what he was doing. Maybe he'd stop any minute. Maybe Hell would freeze over. Maybe Dumbledore would shave his beard.

"Not a sound, Harry." I could hear the smirk in the bastards voice. Dammit! Despite my instinct to cry out or ask him to do something else : orders were orders. I clenched a hand over my mouth. He laughed and I suppressed a whimper. That damn hand stopped at my upper thigh, his thumb tracing the inner. He was touching everywhere but the place I needed most.

"So how have you been?"

He was so doing this on purpose. I raised a shaking hand and forced it into a 50/50 gesture.

"If you can last ten seconds then I'll cut this meeting by half an hour." He offered. I nodded. Finally an end in sight! Until his other hand put the pen down and he started to slowly rub the same circles onto my chest. He was scanning my face, crimson eyes flicking back and forth from my own eyes to what his hands were doing.

"10."

"9."

"8."

"7."

"6."

"5."

"4."

"3. You're almost there."

"2."

Suddenly his hand lightly skimmed the zip of my jeans and I lost it. A loud, muffled moan escaped my lips. He raised an eyebrow. I looked away as my face became cherry-red. I moaned. Because of something Tom did. I looked at the ground, my face becoming hotter and redder with every passing second.

"An extra half an hour."

I swung my head back around and glared.

"Feel free to destroy my office, baby." He grinned.

"I'm not a child, Tom."

"Oh, believe me I know." His voice was suddenly a purr. I backed away from him until I was fully on the desk. He smirked and put his arms on either side of my torso, bringing our faces close together. This is what I meant. Recently Tom has been very touchy feely. Like a friendly drunk he'd touch me whenever possible and knowing I couldn't do anything he ordered me not to do somehow made it worse. Tom whispered into my ear:

"Hadrian..." His voice was a soft coo, a tempting melody. I almost fell back onto the desk but part of me knew that would not end well at all.

"Y-yeah?" I replied.

"We're going on a little trip. How does that sound?" He informed me. My eyes widened. "Where? How did you explain it do Dumbledore and why are we going? And when?"

"So full of questions." He hummed, running his fingers through my hair "We're leaving now, I explained it as a Student/teacher one on one mentorship type of thing and where we are going is none of your concern."

My expression must have been confused because he laughed and rubbed my cheek with a large, spidery hand. I tried not to flinch as he set his slightly lust filled, fiery red gaze onto me.