I walked straight back to room after I'd finished cleaning. I could easily remember the way I'd came and managed to stumble around until I was met by that same door.

Part of me feared I would come face to face with Tom again but he was no-where to be found. Shrugging, I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and walked over to the drawers. There had to be some kind of sleepwear in here. I opened the top drawer to find three sets of neatly folded pyjamas. At least I didn't have to search long. I picked up a emerald green pair and tried to put on the pants but they pooled around my ankles so I had to settle for wearing just the button up shirt. I didn't think that Tom would come into the room at any time so I should be fine.

It came down slightly past my wrists and I didn't even bother to adjust it before climbing into bed, curling into a ball under the covers. Words that I'd screamed earlier today echoed in my mind. Like your fucking personal whore you can call on. But if I was a whore then wouldn't I have initiated the acts and touches? But I didn't exactly push him away either. And I moaned…Did that mean I liked it? I shivered at the thought. No. I wasn't gay or bi or anything like that. I was straight. His smile…..his teasing touches and flirting….No! I liked girls. Right? I mean I found Luna, Cho, Ginny and loads of other girls cute or attractive around school. So what did it mean? If I was gay then I would have found boys cute…..but there was that one time….then the other No! Just no! I fisted my hands into my black mop in frustration. My mind was spinning and eventually I couldn't take it so I closed my eyes and let myself drift off into the blissful land of unconsciousness.

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"….ry? Harry?" Rough hands were shaking me awake. I swatted an arm out in a half assed effort to push them away.

"G'way. Everyone fuck off. M'sleepy." I mumbled as I placed my face oh so gently straight into the pillow.

"What a charming way to greet someone, Harry." Someone chuckled. Tom! Immediately I sat bolt upright and shuffled back to get away from him. He put a gentle hand on each of my knees, holding me in place.

"W-what do you want?" I asked, trying to sound brave. Tom just raised an eyebrow.

"An explanation."

"For what?"

"Why you would think that of yourself? That you're a whore or a one time fuck to me."

"Because I am." I spat, looking away from his smouldering gaze "In a few years you'll find a pretty girl, get married, have kids and I'll either be free from your service or I'll be dead. In a few days, weeks or months you'll stop touching me like that and I'll be your personal secretary again. Or maybe you'll forget about me. After all I'm a whore, a pet, a plaything. You'll get bored of your new toy when I lose that sparkle or I get broken, Riddle."

Suddenly a smooth hand fisted into my hair, forcing my head back slightly as he looked into my eyes. The hold wasn't too rough but it wasn't gentle either.

"You are not a whore. You are special to me. You are not my personal or one time fuck either. Do you understand? Would you like to know how I know this?"

I tapped my hand three times against the mattress roughly as a yes and he carried on, not loosening his hold on me at any time to my disappointment and slight pain.

"Because in all honesty if you were I would have taken you long before now and many times since. You would be unable to walk some days if you were a whore to me or just a fuck or someone to grope. You wouldn't be able to speak from screaming my name so much. Now do you understand? If you want to switch your role to that then I'll happily comply." The last sentence was spat from between gritted teeth. I dug my hands into the bedspread. I looked into his eyes and saw…guilt?

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I hissed. Tom's eyes narrowed then he sighed and dropped down onto the bed, kneeling above me. His arms encased me, pulling me to him.

"Let me go! Don't touch me."

Of course he ignored me. His breath was warm as it ghosted over my sensitive neck.

"You. Are. Not. A. Whore." he accented every word with a feather light kiss to my skin. "Or a personal fuck toy or whatever other stupid things you think. Do you understand?"

"No."

I could feel his quizzical gaze on me.

"What don't you understand?"

"Why me? Why not just kill me when you had the chance? And what do you want? I'm sixteen in three weeks Tom. You swore a wizarding oath you'd tell me the final conditions then."

"You always catch me out, Kitten." He chuckled darkly. My eyes widened as he laughed.

"T-Tom."

"Yes?"

"Let me go n-now!"

He scanned my face thoughtfully and I stared back at him defiantly. He raised an eyebrow and I remembered I wasn't allowed to do that too often.

"Sorry." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"Rebellious as always, Harry." he mused aloud. This time when I pushed at his chest to sit up he let me and instead kneeled in front of me. I could feel him watching me.

I sat with my hands in my lap, looking down at them as I held my right hand in my left.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Twelve thirty at night." he replied, going over to the drawers and pulling on the emerald pants that matched the top I was wearing.

"Why did you wake me up?!" I fumed.

"I had to get those idiotic thoughts out of your head." He summarised, walking back. My eyes were glued to his upper body though. I knew he exercised and sometimes he'd play quidditch with me when everyone was out at hogsmede and the teachers weren't looking but I never thought of what it would all eventually sum up to. He had the beginnings of a six pack on his abdomen and stomach, his uppers arms strong and slightly muscled. I hadn't realised I was staring until he spoke.

"Like what you see, pet?" he asked, teasingly.

I blushed a fiery red at the comment and immediately looked away. You can wipe that drool off any minute now, Harry.

"Wait….what are you doing?" I panicked as he started to get under the covers.

"Getting into bed." He gave me a duh look.

"Why not your bed? Why this one!" I raved, edging away from him.

"This is my bed. I could make you take the couch." He smirked. I debated it but then I shook my head. The couch was comfy but the bed was heaven. Even if I had to share it with the devil himself reincarnated. Once he was in the bed he held his arms open slightly. I pretended not to know what he wanted.

"Harry. Come here."

I shook my head again.

"Why?"

He rolled his eyes in a very un-Tom way and grabbed me by the shirt I was wearing to pull me to him. A few of the buttons came undone, making his hand slide along my skin. I suppressed a shiver. My back met his chest as he put an arm around my waist.

"Why do I have to be little spoon?" I asked, curiously.

"Because I'm bigger." he laughed "And you Little one are delicate."

I huffed and put my hands on his arm, intending to pull away but he just held me tighter. I struggled and tried to get out of his hold but his sharp intake of breath made me freeze. Had I elbowed him somehow or something?

"Harry." he gritted out "Please keep still."

"Why?" I asked, beginning to struggle again.

"Just do as I say."

I pushed back against him hoping it'd make him let me go if I did elbow him again.

"Harry! Fine I'll show you why."

He was pressed firmer to me suddenly, arms around my waist his hips pressed against my lower back.

"Tom if you think it's funny to intimidate me by pushing your wand into my back then it's not working."

I felt him groan in annoyance.

"That's not my magical wand, Harry." he sighed.

"Then….oh."

"Yes. Oh. Now do you see why I told you to keep still?" He muttered, grudgingly laying his forehead on my shoulder in exasperation. Abruptly he got up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up.

"To get rid of this." he said, pointing to his pants.

My face went red at the slight bulge and I looked away. I was not gay and Tom was not attractive! Well he was but that was beside the point…. I heard his musical laugh as he walked away. I don't know what made me say it but I did.

"Wait."

He turned back in surprise.

"Yes?"

"I…erm…well…I think it….ummm." I stammered "I don't know if I could go to sleep knowing you're doing that in the room next to me. It's just weird to think about."

"Well do you suggest I go to sleep like this?" he asked, slightly annoyed. I shook my head and motioned for him to sit back on the bed. He let out an annoyed huffing noise and sat back down.

"I suppose I can humor you for a moment." he said, rolling his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed in the middle and I pulled on his shoulder so he sat in the middle of the bed. I was shaking as I slowly sat on his lap. He groaned lowly in his throat as I held my weight just above his 'problem'. Tom was watching me carefully. I took in a deep, calming breath and finally settled my full weight into his lap. I hooked my arms around his shoulders, burying my blushing face into his skin. Cold, smooth hands grasped at my hips. I slowly rocked myself back and forth, hesitantly

He bucked his hips up slightly against mine. I gained slight confidence with this. At least I was doing something right. I kept rotating my hips as I slowly pushed down. He made an appreciative noise as he roughly grabbed my hips, pushing me down. Shock coursed through me as he pushed me down onto him but I soon picked up the rhythm. I could feel myself reacting to this and wanted to scream. I was not gay….I did not like this…..it didn't make me feel good or amazing…..Tom didn't make me feel good or amazing. I bumped our hips together as slowly my muscles tightened, the only warning I got before I felt my release. I clung to him weakly as all my strength left me. He clung to me tighter, mouthing at my neck and teeth sinking into my skin as I felt him shudder against me before he came as well. I held in a moan at the contact. Sluggishly the other teen pulled us both back under the covers and laid me in the little spoon position against his chest. I was too weak and tired to fight about it.

Why had I done that though? And it felt so…good. His hand tightened on my waist comfortingly and I placed my hands on his bicep. They looked so small compared to him even if it was just his arm. Oh god…I was a whore! I'd just done that willingly. Small tears pooled in my eyes that I blinked away.
"Harry sleep. Don't think about it, pet." Tom hummed. I sighed and turned over so I could bury my face in his chest. He was warm.
"G'night, Tommy-boy." I smirked.
"Night, Harry. Or should I say Harriet." Tom laughed into my hair.
I elbowed him in the ribs for his comment but didn't do anything beyond that. My eyes slid shut and I slowly but surely fell into a deep sleep. Little did I know it would be the last time for an eternity or what felt like one.

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