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Harry woke up, noticing immediately that he was in someone's arms. He was resting his head on the person's chest, while the person wrapped a tight arm around his waist. He tried to move to see who the person was, but hissed in pain as he found out that his bottom was incredibly sore and the arm wrapped even tighter around him.
Immediately, the events of last night rushed back to him, and he blushed a bright shade of red as he realized that Draco had spanked him last night. He was just thankful that Draco had the decency to take him to another room.
'Guess I really pushed him to the end of his patience with me' Harry thought glumly 'I never thought that he would have the guts to punish me like that'
''Harry? Are you quite alright? What has caused you these feelings of pain and sadness?'' A voice whispered softly in his head, and Harry perked up at the voice.
''Master!'' Harry cried out joyfully, a smile forming on his face, and felt his Master frown in his mind.
''Why are you in pain?'' He repeated in a demanding tone, and Harry lowered his eyes to the floor, and shivered in delight at the deep, commanding tone.
Without warning, Tom grabbed Harry's chin, and gently pushed it up to meet his eyes. He quickly went into Harry's mind, and the memory of Draco spanking him was pushed to the forefront of his mind, and Tom was filled with rage with what he saw.
''How dare they touch what is mine!'' Tom shouted in fury, and Harry flinched at the possessive tone, and Tom's eyes softened, as he brought a hand up to caress Harry's face gently, murmuring soothing words into his ear.
''Don't worry, my little serpent, they will be punished for even daring to think that they can touch what is mine'' Harry bit his lip nervously, Tom noticed.
''What is it, my little serpent?'' Tom asked gently, feeling the confused emotions running through Harry.
''B-But what if I d-don't want to h-hurt them?'' Tom raised an eyebrow.
''And why is that? They hurt you, did they not?'' Tom's voice had a warning tone to it, and Harry flinched.
''Y-Yes but-''
''But?''
''In case you have forgotten, my little serpent, your so called 'mates' have betrayed you''
''Y-Yes, but that was only b-because I was bad''
Without warning, Tom had his wand out quicker than the blink of an eye and hissed out ''Confundus!''
Harry, not prepared for the spell, took the full impact. He stumbled, and Tom caught him. Harry looked up at him through dazed eyes ''Tom? W-What happened?''
Tom pretended to look confused at Harry, stroking his cheek softly ''Harry... You don't remember? Just how hard did your mates hit you?''
''Hit me?'' He looked baffled, and Tom inwardly smirked.
''Harry... they spanked you until you couldn't walk anymore. Don't you feel sore?''
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, ''Yeah... I kinda do..''
''You were sobbing your poor little heart out, begging for them to stop, but they didn't listen to you. You passed out after your head hit the wall, and you came to me for comfort... Harry... please tell me that they didn't Obliviate you...'' Tom trailed off, and Harry looked confused.
''I-I don't-''
''Oh, my poor little serpent... How they have deceived you'' Tom shook his head in fake sadness, but seemed real to Harry, who frowned.
''Don't worry, my little horcrux, I'll make you see the truth of their lies soon enough'' Tom whispered, and Harry frowned again, scrunching his nose, making him look adorable.
''Your... what?'' Harry asked in confusion. Was he calling him a whor-?
''My horcrux. That means that you have a piece of my soul inside of you. We are the same person, Harry. You are mine. You belong to me. Doesn't your soul feel complete in my presence? Doesn't it sing out in joy whenever I am near?'' Tom whispered, coming closer, and Harry realized that Tom was right. Just by him coming closer with each step he took, Harry felt like running into the man's arms.
''I know what you're thinking Harry, you want to run into my arms. You want me to whisper sweet words to you in your ear as I run my fingers through your hair. You want me to pleasure you, worship your body in a way as your mates have failed to do so.'' Harry looked at Tom in shock as the man smirked. How did he-
''As I have said before, Harry, you are mine. I know your every thought, every strength, weakness. Perhaps this will help you understand more.'' He pulled out a vial with a light purple liquid inside, and when he uncapped it, Harry was hit with a very light, sweet smell. It was like vanilla with a tad bit of cinnamon with an undertone of a light forest smell.
Harry, entranced, took the liquid from Tom's hands and drank it all in one gulp. He opened his eyes, and Tom was the first thing he saw. He looked into his eyes, and felt all of his worries disappear. Tom became the center of his entire world. He would do anything for him. Anything to make him happy. Anything.
He jumped into Tom's arms, and burrowed his face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling it softly with his nose. He placed soft, feather-light kisses on his neck, nibbling slightly, and Tom chuckled, and Harry wanted more than anything to hear that sound again coming from his lips.
''Eager, aren't we?'' Tom teased, and Harry looked into those eyes so much love and adoration, that it felt overwhelming, the emotions coming so suddenly-
Then Tom kissed him, and Harry felt every worry melt away as he lost himself in the kiss. The kiss involved passion, lust, want, and need as their mouths molded together perfectly, their heads moving to be in a more comfortable position.
Tom pulled back, and stared into his eyes intently.
"Mine"
"Yours"
It was said automatically out of the other's mouth, and Harry felt happiness well up in him that someone loved him- someone cared for him.
Tom's eyes, as if reading his thoughts - which he probably was-, softened, as if he knew exactly what he was thinking. Harry had to remind himself that Tom was a boy too, just like him, who was unloved, not cared for, and resulted to dark magic for people to pay attention to him.
Their lips met in a soft kiss.
"Until we meet again, my little serpent..." Tom whispered, and Harry's eyes snapped open to meet those red eyes one more time before he was swept away, and found those eyes filled with sadness, longing, and a possessive look in them...
(End of Vision)
"-ry! Wake up! HARRY!" Strong hands found themselves on his shoulders, shaking him awake, and Harry looked up to see the worried eyes of Draco Malfoy. He immediately flinched, remembering Tom's rage at Draco.
Draco, however, thought that it was something else.
"Oh, Harry..." He came closer and wrapped his arms around the smaller body "I am so sorry that I punished you last night. I didn't realize that I hit you that hard... Please don't fear me"
Harry could've laughed out loud in joy. Of course! Of course Draco didn't know about the visions Tom sent him.
This could work out better than he thought it would.
Harry had to admit that he played the pathetic, weak, trembling Submissive part rather well if he did say so himself. He flinched violently at every advancement Draco made towards him, and absolutely refused to look at Blaise, knowing with glee that it was most likely tearing them apart.
That'll teach them to spank him again.
His bottom was still sore.
"Potter!" Professor Snape shouted as he barged into the room, and Harry idly wondered where the man had been this whole time. He had forgotten for a short period of time that he had even existed.
Then he noticed the man's appearance. His hair was sticking up in all directions, white powder of some sort vibrantly shining in his greasy hair. His robes had white powder on them too, and Snape had a look in his eyes that suggested that he was close to ripping his hair out his scalp.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked, trying to stifle a laugh, slightly afraid of the slightly crazed look in the man's eyes.
"Why are you denying your mates? Can't you see that it's killing them, you stupid boy!" Snape shouted at him, powder coming from his white lips as he spat at him.
Harry fought the urge to sneer at him, he really did, but he couldn't keep it from creeping up his face as he wiped the powder off his arms.
"Well I'm sorry, Professor" Harry sneered completely dropping the Submissive act. "I'm sorry if I don't want them to touch me after hitting me the night before"
"They hit you?" Professor Snape asked, his voice softening, and Harry smirked.
"Looks like you didn't get the full story, Professor. Yes, they hit me, I'm still sore and my bottom is red and forming bruises" Harry said truthfully, rubbing his bottom tenderly, flinching as he made contact with a growing bruise.
"They didn't give you any soothing salve to heal it?" Professor Snape asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry, who scowled.
"Of course they didn't"
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow "Watch your tone, Potter"
"Of course, Professor" Harry glared at the man, and Professor Snape glared right back.
"Why are you suddenly changing personalities?" Snape, sorry, Professor Snape asked with narrowed eyes, and Harry put on an innocent face.
"What ever do you mean, Professor?" He put on a confused face.
"Don't play dumb Potter. One minute you are a weak, whimpering Submissive, then in the blink of an eye you change completely. What's your plan?"
"I don't have a plan"
"As if I'll believe that. Legilimins!"
In an instant, Harry felt the encounter with Tom come to the forefront of his mind, and knew that Professor Snape was interested. He used all of the strength he possessed in Occlumency to block him, and was left panting at the end, exhausted just from that one attack.
"What are you hiding Potter? What lies is Riddle planting in your mind?" Snape murmured softly, and began the attack again.
Harry watched as a particular scene played out in his mind.
... He jumped into Tom's arms, and burrowed his face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling it softly with his nose. He placed soft, feather-light kisses on his neck, nibbling slightly...
"...you have a piece of my soul inside of you..."
"Mine"
"Yours"
He pulled out a vial with a light purple liquid inside...
...took the liquid from Tom's hands and drank it all in one gulp..
He looked into his eyes, and felt all of his worries disappear. Tom became the center of his entire world. He would do anything for him. Anything to make him happy. Anything...
The memories abruptly ended, and Harry gasped as he was panting, gripping the edge of a desk for support as he tried not to fall over. He looked up to see Snape looking livid.
"You stupid boy! Why would you drink something that the Dark Lord gave you without checking to see what it was?!" Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stupid, stupid boy. Now I know why you're acting like this, you idiot boy"
Harry glared at Snape, who glared right back.
"Sit down." Snape ordered, and Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"I need to scan you to see which potion he gave you, you idiot boy" Snape spat at him venomously.
"He didn't give me anything." Harry said defiantly, and Snape sighed.
"Give me patience" He said, looking up at the ceiling, and whipped out his wand, pointed it at Harry, and shouted.
"Immobulus!"
Harry immediately couldn't move, and glared at Snape with as much hatred as he could manage. Snape ignored the look, and Harry felt panic well up in his chest as he forced his mouth to shriek out in a shrill voice.
"DOMINANTS!"
Immediately, 5 seconds later, with cursing from Snape, Draco and Blaise came barging in the room, eyes bright yellow. They took one look at Harry's unmoving form, Snape's wand aimed at him, and attacked.
Draco lunged at Snape, grabbing him by the collar and forcing him up against the wall, snarling at him. Blaise went to Harry and snarled out "Finite Incantatem".
After Harry was free, he jumped towards Blaise, who caught him in mid air, and started nuzzling his neck, sniffling while letting a sob come out every few seconds.
"Dominant..." Harry whispered, and looked into Blaise's yellow eyes.
"Submissive" Blaise responded, and after nuzzling their noses together, proceeded to sniff and lick Harry everywhere, making sure that he was not injured.
Blaise then leaned in and kissed Harry, who completely lost himself in the kiss. It's been a while since he had a kiss from his Dominant, and he forgot how good it could be. Harry figured that it was probably his fault, he thought as he let out a deep moan, why was he even fighting them anyways? This feels so right, so natural...
Why was he denying them?
They stopped kissing, and looked deep into each other's eyes. Harry didn't realize it, but it appeared to be that he was practically purring with pleasure as his Dominant lavished him with attention. He mewled in confusion when Blaise stopped kissing him, and Blaise gave a deep growl in response, which sent shivers down Harry's spine.
"Dominant" He called out to Draco, who had been snarling and growling at the Potions Master every time he made a move, and Draco immediately dropped him to the floor and took longer strides to reach Harry quicker.
"Submissive" Draco greeted as he did the same thing Blaise had done before, licking and sniffing him all over then proceeding to kiss him.
Harry again had to ask himself the same question:
Why was he even fighting them in the first place?
