A/N- Here is the next chappie and I'm so sorry it's late. : / I have a valid excuse though! My computer decided to be evil and wouldn't come on properly. At first I thought it was normal because it always does that but then the screen completely blanked out except for the windows logo -.- after 10-15 minutes of threatening my computer whilst making pasta by the time I sat back down it decided to slowly work. I opened up this chapter only to find chunks of it had been deleted, just over half in fact…..soo I set to work and neglected revision for a close exam for this….but I'm predicted high score anyway so it doesn't matter! XD is it easy to tell I'm not fond of the exam? Anyways enjoy everyone! ;) This chapter is a lemoon! So avert ye young eyes or watch eagerly XD it's possibly not very good to be honest but I tried XD. I'm more suited to reading lemons rather than writing them but I don't think it was that bad. Also there is a poll up on my profile as to if anyone wants an Mpreg in any of my stories. So go vote!XD

"Harry?"

I sighed and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me.

"What?" He snapped, looking up. I rolled my eyes at him. He glared at me then huffed and folded his arms childishly.

"I thought you were ready…." I whispered to myself "No matter." I softly stroked his hair. Suddenly he jumped, looking hurt.

"Y-You're going to find someone else if I don't do it, aren't you?" He whimpered. I glared down at him and he shrunk away.

"What made you think that?" I hissed.

"Y-You said you thought I was ready…and no matter."

I sighed and thudded my head down against his shoulder.

"You stupid, stupid, hormonal, one mind track, stupid, cloth-eared , teenage boy." I laughed. He actually thought I'd do that? After all the hard work he thought I'd just up and leave when he refused?

"Why are you laughing?" He fumed.

"Because I forced you into this deal for a reason." I explained when I managed to stop laughing then my whole cheerful mood dropped. Forced. I'd forced him into this. I was no better than….well than other people… I slowly slid him off my lap, onto the bed and stood.

"Good night, Hadrien." I sighed, making for the door. Small arms around my waist stopped me before I could get away from the bed, the teenagers face nestled between my shoulder blades.

"Don't go. I thought you wanted me….like that. Don't you want me?"

I closed my hands over his and squeezed slightly.

"I don't just want you, I need you." I amended, turning around "But you were forced into this, Harry." I had to bend over slightly so we were face to face.

"Tomorrow I'll take you back to the Weasley and Granger children, to your friends and if you wish you can tell Dumble-fu-Dore everything. But just for tonight stay in here with me?" I sounded needy, pleading and I hated it. I thought I was strong but he crumbled my defences, made me weak, made me nicer, made my conscience speak louder than my rage….made me human. I was startled when I saw the tears running down his cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

"Th-They're not my friends! And I d-don't want to talk to Dumblefuck! I know you were going to call him that, you don't not have to because you're walking on eggshells around me! And I don't want to leave you ever!" He suddenly yelled, tiny fists beating onto my chest as he did. I let him wear himself out before I grabbed both his wrists in my right hand and used my left to push him gently onto the bed. I tried to lie between his legs but he stubbornly kicked me away and shut them firmly. I raised an eyebrow and pressed a hand to his knee then slowly slid it up to his thigh where I stopped.

"Open…" I commanded, quietly. He looked at me in confusion then his eyes widened and he shook his head. I smirked and slid my hand closer and closer until my finger tips were hovering over his zip.

"Or I'll take your jeans off."

Almost immediately he shifted his legs so I could fit comfortably between them, still pinning his wrists above his head. I knew from the first few months of our deal he hated the feeling of nakedness and being exposed so he would give in almost immediately. I could feel him shaking as he squeezed my side ever so slightly with his thighs. I ran a soothing hand down over his side and eventually the shakes stopped.

"After this I'll let you decide what you want." I looked at him seriously as I spoke. He tilted his head at me ,cutely.

"What do you mean, 'after this.'?" he asked.

"I mean after I've fucked you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week then you can decide what you want to do. We agreed this would last until you were 16 or 17 and if I thought you could handle it then you would get the small gap in your memories filled."

"F-Fucked me?" He stammered, looking nervous.

I nodded.

"I said I wanted to own you completely. And you've already given me your first kiss , twice. So why not your virginity? And it's not like you were planning to give it to anyone special."

"Twice? When did I have two first kisses with you? That's why it's called a first kiss." he retorted. I simply smirked. He truly had no idea.

"A-And I was saving that for the person I fell in love with actually."

"So does that mean my little Harry has a crush on someone?"

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson and he looked away.

"Oh so you do. Who is it?"

I felt jealousy rise within my system. Whoever it was would be getting a 'mysterious' visit from me personally….

"I-It's none of your business."

"Is it Diggory?"

"No!"

"Draco?"

"What? No! He might be cute but no!"

"The Weasley boy?"

"Never ever mention that again!"

"So who is it?"

"….."

He looked away, a blush on his face. Unless it was….

"Harry, is it me?"

Immediately his face snapped to look at me.

"N-No! Where did you get a stupid idea like that from?" He stammered. I smirked and cooed teasingly

"Harry has a crush. Harry has a crush. It's sweet , really."

He looked down, a slight frown on his features. I softly kissed his pouting lips and when he opened his pale lips I sucked his bottom one into my mouth.

"I was teasing."

"Still mad…."

I raised an eyebrow. He was mad? Well I should probably change that…

"Harry, are you ready for this?"

"I'm n-not a child, Tom!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"I know you're not a child. This situation would be very inappropriate if you were."

"Pinning me to a bed and threatening to …fuck me isn't inappropriate?" He smiled. I smiled too and laid my body completely over his like a blanket, looking into his eyes. They held a nervousness that a virgin always had, sadness, anger and yet hope. Hope for what?

"Harry this is the last thing I'll ask of you." I suddenly whispered. He stared at me in astonishment.

"Ever?"

I nodded. He looked at me suspiciously then sighed and looked away again.

"I don't want it to hurt….or to be something I'll regret in a few years…. I don't want to bleed or black out." He admitted, tapping his nails against the back of my hand. It occurred to me I should probably cut them for him. The thought made me want to laugh; I sounded like someone who owned a cat. In a way he was my pet. I fed him, looked after him….loved him. I kissed the corner of his mouth when he let out a whining sound.

"I'll make it as painless as possible, you won't bleed and I'll make sure you never regret this." As if to prove my point I lightly pressed my hips against his growing arousal. He bit his lip to muffle a pleasured moan and looked at me nervously.

"Harry don't you believe me?" I asked. It pained me slightly to think he didn't trust me.

"Of course I do but…."

"But what?"

"I-I don't know!"

"I'll be so gentle, ok? My hands will not make bruises except from on your soft hips and my lips will not say a word except to tell you how I love to see you scream in ecstasy. I'll be everything you need in this moment and in the future. Just let me show you this experience. Let me make you mine." I kissed the corner of his mouth, his closed eyes and his brow, smoothing out the wrinkled skin there. He blushed fiercely at my words but hummed thoughtfully. Fear and worry still clouded his features though. I sighed and slowly ground my hips into his. He arched into me, gasping.

"See? Doesn't that feel good, though?" I said, soothingly. He nodded grudgingly and looked back to me.

"Do you want more?"

Another hesitant nod and I slowly started to kiss down his neck. He tilted it back in an effort to get away from the sensation of my tongue, lips and teeth against his skin , unknowingly giving me more access which I gladly took advantage of. His own shaking hands started to undo my shirt as I undid his. When he pulled it off he gasped. Whether it was because I'd taken one of the pink nubs on his chest into my mouth and bit gently or because he'd seen my now bare skin I couldn't tell.

"W-What happened?" He panted. I swirled my tongue over the nub and he arched off the bed slightly. A bit of both then. I pulled away, smirking.

"The kids at the orphanage." I said, simply. It was memories in the past. Ones I'd pushed so far into the back of my mind I hope they'd never resurface again.

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't a favourite there."

He smiled hesitantly and tried to roll us over. Surprised, I let him and watch as he straddled my lower torso. He ran his pale, warm hands over the scars, his mouth making an 'o' shape.

"Don't look at me like that." I snapped.

"Like what?"

"With pity. It hurt but I dealt with it. It bruised and I almost died but they don't matter." I sighed, laying a hand on his thigh. He shivered at the touch and rolled his eyes.

"Ever the egoist." This time it was my Harry's turn to smirk as he kissed down my chest, gently trailing his tongue across every scar, mark and bruise. I gasped and flipped us. The teen looked at me with confusion. I ,however, was too busy rooting through one of the drawers of my nightstand. It had to be in here somewhere…found it! I sat back on the bed and held the bottle up. Harry squinted at me.

"What's that for?"

"To prep you."

He gave me an odd look then shrugged to himself and laid back on the covers. He looked to me with a blush on his face.

"T-Tom? I feel erm….weird."

"Weird like how?"

"…."

"Haarry." I crooned, stroking his hair. He looked away embarrassed then sighed and looked back to me and half growled.

"I've got a hard-on ,what do you think?"

I looked at him in surprise. Where had the uke-ish boy gone? Then I realised it was his first real sexual experience and all kinds of new emotions and feelings must be running through his body. He was writhing slightly against the sheets, pressing his bare skin against it feverishly.

"You're not the only one." I smirked, rolling my eyes. He whimpered, his pupils slightly blown.

"Just do something." He half pleaded.

"What do you want?" I cooed, wiping his hair from his sweat plastered forehead in an affectionate manner.

"I won't say it. Not what you said."

"Then it won't get done." I compromised, smiling wolfishly. He groaned and tried to pull me towards him then gave up and came towards me. He sat on my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck grinding down onto my cock, teasingly.

"Can't you just do it?" He breathed.

"Where's the fun in that? Just ask for it, Harry. You know you want it." I grinned, bucking my hips up so my erection was pressed firmly between his ass cheeks. He gasped slightly and blushed fiercely.

"F-Fine. Tom please please fuck me long and hard….I need you! I need you inside me right fucking now, ok? Do it, now or I swear to god I will use whatever strength I have to push you back and do it myself!"

"What do you mean by that?" I drawled as I mouthed at his neck lazily, sliding my tongue over his soft skin every now and then. He looked up at me and I could see as lust took over the innocence in his eyes.

"I will strip us both, whatever prep means I'll do that then I will literally fuck myself on your cock so hurry the fuck up!" He growled, nails digging into my skin slightly as he grabbed my shoulders. I moaned quietly and pushed him roughly onto his back, pulling off his shirt and throwing it across the room. He shivered, looking up at me.

"What happens now?" Harry asked, slight fear in his features. I felt concern bloom in my chest but pushed it away. Instead I smirked and undid the zip of his jeans, pulling them down his legs and purposefully making the denim press against his erection, torturously. He let out a chocked scream then sighed breathlessly when the fabric slid against his erection.

"S-Stop teasing me." He managed to order, bucking his hips and closing his eyes in pleasure.

"Almost there." I soothed, hooking my thumbs into his boxers and pulling them off, revealing his member. He hissed when the air hit it and then shivered again. I open-mouth kissed down his chest, stomach and when I got to his thigh he realised what I was doing. I sucked and nipped at the skin, making a mark only I would ever see. He writhed at the feeling, trying to pull away.

"D-Don't put it in your mouth!" He panted. I smirked up at him and flicked my tongue against the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum there. It was surprisingly sweet….He moaned then cringed slightly.

"It's dirty!"

"You clean yourself don't you?" I grinned. He gave me an offended look then nodded.

"Then it's fine."

I lowered my head back down, taking the whole tip into my mouth, sucking as I got the lube and plastered it all over my right hand. Harry threw his head back and moaned loudly. I smirked and bobbed my head down his length, sucking and running my tongue up the underside. Fingers threaded into my hair and pushed me down further. I took him to the base without complaint, swallowing when the tip of his dick reached the back of my throat. He let out a strangled scream and bucked his hips up which almost made me gag.

"S-stop! I feel like…warm and…oh!" I almost understood him until he let out a groan of pleasure as I flicked my tongue against his slit. My free hand gently cupped his balls, fondling them. I felt his whole body tighten before he came, shooting it into my mouth. I pulled away and swallowed most of it. He looked at me half in awe and confusion as I came closer. I closed my mouth over his and pried his lips apart, forcing what was left of his cum between our lips. He licked mine tentatively then withdrew at the taste of the substance.

"W-What's that?"

"Your cum." His eyes widened.

"Y-You didn't spit it out?"

I shook my head, grinning.

"Usually no."

His breath was coming out in harsh pants, eyes wide with lust, his cock still half-hard despite the impromptu blowjob I'd just given him. He reached up and tried to force me onto my back again. I wasn't as shocked this time but I still let him push me onto my back, albeit reluctantly. Pale hands shook as he undid my belt. I looked at him curiously as he pulled them down to my ankles then off before tugging on my boxers.

"Harry, no..-" I started only for him to cut me off.

"Just let m-me do this , ok? I want to." He looked down, clearly embarrassed. I cupped his cheek then nodded slowly. He looked even more ashamed as he whispered

"What do I do?" His trembling hands had now started to pull on my boxers. I wanted to stop him but the thought of his pink, full lips around my cock, his tongue I'd seen dart out to lick at his lips nervously so many times, sucking and licking at my shaft was too irresistible.

"Just do what you think is best but watch your teeth." I advised, watching him curiously. He was staring at my cock, half nervous.

"That's going in me?" I nodded. He looked apprehensive then blinked and slowly tilted his head down. I felt his tongue slide against my length before it came to the tip and he swirled it over the slit, tasting the pre-cum there. I held back a moan at the feeling. He was inexperienced, certainly but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. He paused for a moment then nodded to himself and sucked on the head before slowly bobbing his head, pushing me further into his mouth. His mouth was so warm against my already heated flesh I had to buck my hips up so I was pressed further into his heat. I petted his hair apologetically when he gagged. He sucked timidly until I let out an over-exaggerated moan, making him suck faster. This time it was a real moan that escaped my lips. His eyes locked onto mine as he bobbed his head, dragging his teeth ever so slightly across my shaft. I threaded my fingers into his hair and tugged gently. He swirled his tongue around the shaft before sliding it down. I groaned, throwing my head back. He sucked faster and groaned. When I felt that familiar heat I pulled him away.

"D-Did I do something wrong?" He asked, looking hurt. I shook my head quickly. Wrong was very far from the word I'd use.

"That was actually very good… but I don't want this to end too soon."

He smiled shyly and I put my hands on his now bruised hips. Had I done that?

"Do you want to face me or not?"

"I w-want to face you." He admitted, looking away with cherry red cheeks. I smiled slightly at his now submissive attitude and lay him so we were facing. Foreplay was over now, I couldn't wait anymore. I was hard and aching for him. He looked at me curiously as I slid the first finger near his entrance before pushing it in. He looked slightly uncomfortable but settled fairly quickly. When he pushed back against my finger I added another and began to scissor them. The noirette hissed at the pain.

"Are you ok?"

" 'M fine."

I nodded slowly and carried on, scissoring my fingers before adding a third then a fourth. At the fourth he let out a pained whine and tried to struggle away from my fingers. Even though it pained me to do so I held him down with a hand on his chest, stroking soothing circles and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Eventually he was grinding down on my fingers, seeking more friction. I picked up the lube again and started to spread it over my erection but he stopped me. I froze instantly and looked up at him expectantly. Didn't he want to go through with this?

"I-I want to do it." He blurted out. I held back my sigh of relief and relaxed considerably. I handed him the lube then guided his trembling hand to my cock. The emerald eyed boy looked up at me then I nodded comfortingly. He slid careful fingers over the flesh, teasing light touches that spread the lube all over. His fingers felt so good on my dick and I bit my lip at the feeling. Once he'd done I paused and watched him. Was he ready for this? Obviously his threat from earlier was not an idle one as he had now straddled my lap and was guiding my cock to his hole, inexperiencedly. The sight before me was too entrancing and arousing for me to realise the damage it would cause if he carried on. Too late I raised my hands. He almost screamed when he forced the head in and I held him by his hips. A groan left my own lips at the beginning of entering him. I wasn't even fully in and already I felt like I would come. He bucked against me when the pain had obviously passed for him.

"Patience, Little one. Is a virtue. And after I'm done with you, you're going to need at least one virtue." I smirked at him and pushed him onto his back for the last time that night. I pushed further into him and he hissed at the foreign intrusion against his tight walls. I moaned at the clenching around my dick, the heat engulfing me. Before I'd realised it , I was all the way in. Harry had tears tracking down his cheeks that I kissed away, guilt clear in my movements. I didn't realise how much pain he was in until I moved my torso to pull him into a hug and he let out a keening sound, squirming. It was painful to restrain myself but as much as a sadist as I was I didn't want to hurt him.

"I'm sorry if it hurts, love." I murmured, soothing hands over his sides and hair just how he liked it. Eventually he stopped and locked his ankles around my waist and they met at the small of my back. He used the leverage to push me in even deeper and we both moaned in sync. He felt amazing! And the way he was so vocal seemed to tighten that coil within me even more. He was so submissive, lust filled thoughts began to swirl around my mind of making him beg for me…But no. Not on his first time.

"Harry….I'm going to move now." His emerald eyes snapped open and he shook his head. His fingers dug into my biceps as he protested. I nodded firmly, pulled out then pushed back in thrusting hard.

"Ughf! Ah!" He moaned and writhed, grinding his erection into my stomach. After two or three more hard thrusts he was pushing me in further each time.

"Aaah! Tom ,faster!"

I pulled all the way out then pushed back in all at once. When I thrust again, it was different this time. This time he arched off the bed as far as his body would allow, his dick leaked more pre-cum, his emerald eyes shining with small tears. I'd hit his prostate. I felt my chest tighten at the thought and groaned.

"A-again! Hit it again!" he begged. I did as he asked and hit that spot, repeatedly. I didn't stop the sweet torture until I felt his walls tighten around me at which point I grabbed the base of his cock, making him whimper. Oh god that sound!

"Please!" he whined, trying to pry my hand off. He writhed about in pleasurable torture, his bright ,full lips mouthing the words he wouldn't say.

"What do you want, pet?" I smirked. Ok, so maybe begging wasn't totally out of the question. He knew by now I was slightly sadistic. I couldn't wait to see what he'd make of that now and in this situation.

"Please Master Let me come! I'll do anything just please please let me come! It hurts so good…." He breathed. I heard the slight sarcasm in his words when he said Master but I heard the sincerity in the rest of his words so decided to leave it. I started to pump him instead and groaned when he tightened all over, squeezing my dick, almost painfully. I slid my fingers up the length of his cock then back down and again then twirled my fingers on the third downwards movement. This carried on while I was still thrusting into his tight heat, hitting his prostate nearly every time. It was a miracle he'd lasted this long, I thought idly. I felt him shudder against me then he came all over my hand and both of our stomachs. His walls clamped around me, forcing me to come too, shooting it inside of his tight passage. He shivered when I came, filling him. I fell limply atop him, wrapping my arms around him solidly. My whole body ached now and I could only imagine how Harry felt. I lifted my cum covered hand and licked it off, swallowing whatever landed on my tongue. He was watching me with wide eyes, licking his own lips every so often. The look in his eyes was the embodiment of innocence slain. The way lust burned then dulled, only to be covered with embarrassment. When he groaned I slowly started to slide out. He stopped me with a bashful expression.

"C-Can you not?" He winced.

"Not pull out?" I asked, curiously. When Harry nodded I looked astonished then gave in and laid back on the sheets, pulling him onto my chest. He snuggled close to me and sighed contently. Some time passed before he stirred and mumbled sleepily.

"I'll decide in mornin'. What 'M doing..."

I grunted, tiredly and rolled us both onto our sides.

"Night Tom. Love you."

"Night, Harry. Love you too."

The next morning. Harry POV.

I sat up and immediately regretted it. My lower back, ass and throat hurt like hell. I noticed the arms wrapped around me and whined when I felt something slide out of my abused hole. I looked and saw it was Tom's now limp cock. My face grew like a flame and I looked away. I managed to limp to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water soothed my aching muscles. I jumped when I felt someone press their bare skin against mine but I relaxed when it turned out to be just Tom. I almost did jump again though when his fingers rubbed against my hole then over my ass.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Checking for tearing or bleeding, Little one." He hummed, resting his chin on my shoulder. I made an 'oh' sound and leaned back on his chest. I let out a pleased sound when he began to lather shampoo into my hair then rinsed it out. He washed myself then him then lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck to avoid falling. I couldn't hold back my wince as he set me on the bed. He looked apologetic as he dug out some clothes for us both. As if my wincing and limp wasn't bad enough he had to help me get dressed then carry me down the grand staircase and into the kitchen for breakfast. I bit my lip from pain as he gently put me on the hard kitchen chair and I smiled, reassuring him I was fine. He scowled but didn't push the subject and instead made us both a quick breakfast of toast and spaghetti with coffee.

"I'll get you a pain reliever potion once you've eaten." He hummed when he noticed I was shoving my food around my plate, lazily. I eagerly twirled the spaghetti around my fork then shoved it into my mouth along with half a slice of toast. Tom watched me with an amused smirk.

"Now, Now." He leaned over the table "I know you can fit a lot in your mouth as proved by last night but there's no need to rush."

I blushed and almost choked. Seriously? He had to bring that up? Well I supposed it was less embarrassing and traumatising than that time around a month ago when Dumbledore decided students and staff needed to mingle. I shivered at the memory.

Flashback

"Professor Hughes shall be seated at the Gryffindor table, Professor Flitwick with the Slytherins, Professor McGonagall with the Hufflepuffs and Professor Snape with the Ravenclaws."

I tensed up, balling my fists under the table. Tom sat beside me, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he put a hand over my knee under the table. I tried to push him away but a swift slap to my knee cap made me stop. Luckily no-one had noticed anything odd but Luna was giving me a knowing look from the table across.

"Stop shovelling food in, Harry. We know you enjoy yourself but still. Just showing off because your crush is nearby…" George grinned, winking cheekily. I could clearly see his and Fred's hands under the table and I was sure form the blush on their faces they'd seen us too. The twins were obsessed that because Tom often called me back after class and during other classes we had a thing going on between us. Highly unlikely. Tom's hand traced over my knee and slowly thread into my pants. Or maybe not that unlikely. I stiffened and squirmed at the touch. He laughed into his wine and waved away Fred and George's eager questions. I had to hold my hand over his to stop him going further than my jeans. I whimpered quietly when he tried to shove my hand away to carry on what he was doing and I felt him cringe at the noise. He simply laid his hand there, running trails up to my stomach every now and then. I could feel the warmth of his hand there though and every time I shifted he tapped my stomach. Just ten minutes before Dinner ended he zipped my school pants back up, intertwined our hands then pretended to drop his fork and dropped down. He grabbed it then kissed my palm and whispered

"I'm sorry if I scared you."

And came back up. I looked at him in shock. He apologised? He gave me a small smile and held my hand for the rest of Dinner.

End of flashback

Memories aside….I blushed and ate slower, trying not to look him in the eyes. When I was done he passed me a small vial that I drank down greedily. He looked at me slightly shocked then rolled his eyes.

"We have all day to do whatever you want. But first you have to do something."

"What do I have to do?" I looked up at him, boredly.

"You have to decide if you're staying with me and the terms of it or if you want to go back to Hogwarts and re-live your life."

I froze. Did I really want to leave Tom? Could I? I trembled at the thought of leaving his side. By this time he'd come to kneel in front of me. I couldn't choose now. Last night I'd given him my virginity after two weeks of him ignoring me. Last night and this morning he'd shown so much more care and affection than he'd ever shown. Last night…he told me he loved me. And I said it too. I stood on shaking knees. I had to get away. I heard a choked sound as I ran from the kitchen as fast as my still healing body would let me. I made for the library and sat in a corner chair. I curled up as small as possible and closed my eyes. Soon enough I fell asleep.

"Young master! You has to wake ups Sir!"

I opened my eyes lazily. A house elf was stood in front of me. He looked exactly like Dobby or Winky except his eyes were golden, like sunlight. He shook me frantically.

"Master is hurting himself! Yous must stop him, the evils of drink is getting to him."

I shot up. Tom was drinking? This couldn't be good…I followed the house elf into 'our' room. Mine and Tom's. when I walked in, chaos greeted me. Papers, furniture and just about everything in between had been thrown around the room, smashed, destroyed or in pieces somehow. There in the middle of it all was Tom with three hastily packed suitcases. He smirked when he saw me and got up.

"Hadrien! So nice of you to joo-in me." he bellowed, walking up to me. I could smell the mixed alcohols on his breath and sighed, putting a hand on his cheek. He leaned into the touch and I sighed.

"Poor baby."

I stroked his cheek as I muttered the words. He half growled/half purred in response and pulled me closer. I only noticed the house elf was gone when I heard the click of the door.

"Harry! I packed your bags!" Tom suddenly grinned. I looked at him, hurt. Did he want me to leave that badly?

"N-Now you don't have to deal with pervy me." Tom continued "Because I know you don't like it. Or when I touch you….When you leave I'm putting myself back in de diary." He grinned at me as if that was the best idea in the world. I walked up to him and didn't know whether to slap or kiss him. I settled for slapping him harshly across the face then shyly kissing the red mark.

"If you put yourself back in that god damned diary then I'm coming with you." I spat. He looked at me confused.

"You hate me…but you want to be trapped with me for eternity?" He said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

I scowled.

"I don't hate you. And I'm staying with you. I lo-love you, maybe." I mumbled the last part.

He looked at me oddly then suddenly giggled. Yes, giggled.

"Tom what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"There's a cobra in your face, Harry." He said, darkly with a hint of childishness and grinned. I shrieked and flung around, in all of my panic forgetting I spoke parseltongue and could've just as easily asked the snake to get off me. I eventually ended up with my arms and legs locked around Tom. He could barely hold me up and we fell back into the chair, me in his lap. The cobra slid over to use and looked confused.

:Why are masters so scared?:

:Because you scared the shit out of us!: I shot back. The snake chuckled.

:Just because I cut short the time between you and your mate doesn't mean you need to snap:

:Shut up: I growled back. The snake had now slithered over to me and was looking at me.

:May I stay if I agree to be your familiar?: I could almost see the reptilian puppy dog eyes the cobra was giving me. I reluctantly nodded.

:Thank you..:

:Harry keep talking.:

I looked towards Tom curiously.

:What do you mean?:

:You speak parseltongue!:

:No shit.: I rolled my eyes. He smacked me lightly across the cheek but left it at that.

:How long have you been able to do this?: He asked eventually. I shrugged and laid my head on his shoulder.

:Ever since I can remember.:

:Truly remarkable you are, love.: He hissed and cupped my cheek. He seemed to have regained some sense of his mind and I looked into his eyes, seeing only now how bloodshot they were. As if he'd been drinking for a while.

"You stupid, stupid man…." I huffed. He looked at me dizzily then blinked and leaned back in the chair.

"Tom you need to get a shower. You reek of alcohol."

He sighed and nuzzled into my shoulder, shaking his head.

:No!:

I sighed then got off his lap and tugged on his arm.

:Yes!:

"Why?"

"You smell like Vodka and lager. It's disgusting, ok?"

He grumbled but let me lead him to the bathroom where I managed to pull off his shirt and start the shower running. He smiled at me slightly and hugged me tightly to his chest. I felt my cheeks flame as my cheek met the bare skin of his chest. No! I may have said I love you to him and we'd slept together last night but it felt weird for him to touch me still! I pulled away as gently as possible and reached for his belt. I had to lean him against the wall like an oversized doll so I could slip his pants down to his knees. Then the boxers. I looked away and stood back up.

"Y-You can do it from here." I blurted and made for the door. I heard him chuckle, felt the arms constrict around my waist and felt the chest at my back.

"Stay. You need a shower too after last night."

"I had one this morning already!" I protested, shrugging him off. He re-attached himself and pulled me towards the shower, stripping me of my clothes as we went. The thought that he was still ever so slightly drunk made it into my mind and I had to agree.

"Tom just let go, ok? I can get a shower without you and vice versa." I sulked. Tom just smirked lazily and started to wash my hair, running his fingers through the unruly strands. I let out a content sigh and leaned into the touch of his fingers on my scalp. It felt so…nice? I closed my eyes and would have fallen if Tom hadn't been stood in front of me. I laid my cheek against his chest and let him rinse the soap off me then do it again with conditioner. I felt so relaxed and calm I even let him get the shower jel and start to wash my body….until he reached my waist and I panicked. He arched an eyebrow, rolled crimson eyes then just washed me anyway. I squirmed slightly and he laughed at my discomfort.

"You're a sadist." I informed him coolly.

"And you're a masochist. Why hide your body when I've seen. Every. Inch?"

As he said the last few words his hand slithered up my body to cup my shoulders. I jerked back instinctively but the soothing touch of his thumbs across my shoulder blades stopped me. I found myself once again leaning into him, savouring his warmth. He made a content noise and finished washing me then washed himself. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as he turned.

"I-I'm gonna get out now." I rushed, going for the glass shower cubicle door. He didn't object and shot me a cocky grin instead. that's when I felt it. A hand cupped my ass and slid across the flesh slightly just as I left the shower. I turned back to him, ready to yell and scream but he was stood there washing his hair as though nothing had happened. I narrowed my eyes and walked out of the bathroom to go get dressed. Once I was wearing a pair of summer shorts and a t-shirt I walked back into the bathroom. Tom was halfway dressed and I averted my eyes. He walked past me and did the exact same thing he'd done as I left the shower.

"Stop it!" I fumed, clenching my fists "Or I'll hex you so bad you won't even remember your own name!"

He turned his head back, smirked and walked straight out of the door.

"I'd like to see you try, Harry. You don't know any unforgivable and you don't have the guts." I heard him laugh to himself as he walked down the hall. I howled in rage. He thought I couldn't do anything? Fine. Well if that's how he wanted to play? Then this was war.

A/N-And that's a wrap people! My dead, dead fingers! -.- anyway I know this chappie is kinda long but mehh. It was fun to write. So please please review? Because I need to know whether anyone actually reading this or I'm rambling to myself…. Anyways hmm,…..I was gonna say something….oh yeah! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far here is a cookie! *hands everyone a cookie through the power of fan fiction* Cookies are awesome, 'nuff said. So yeah….Ooh and whatdya think of the semi-cliff hanger? Hehe Tom should know by now, not to tease Harry….xD