I'm glad you all liked Harry's Animagus form, and the creepy figure too. It will be returning soon, so prepare yourselves. I'm planning on writing a chapter especially for Hallowe'en which will be very creepy.
There is a lemon at the end of this chapter. I have decided to be brave and post a cut down version of the smut on this site, but if you want the full lemon then go to my profile to visit my Ao3 or HP Fandom account. Warning – It may be dub-con, depending on how you interpret it.
Also, a warning for underage drinking.
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Harry jumped in front of the mirror to make sure it was really him, and he inwardly smiled, causing his small but sharp teeth to show. He found himself particularly in love with his long fangs.
He willed himself to change back, and his magic instantly complied; it seemed so much easier compared to before.
He turned to Professor McGonagall with a grin. The woman actually had a small smile on her face, and she looked fiercely proud.
"Well done, Potter," the Transfiguration professor congratulated.
"Thank you for teaching me," Harry replied, still grinning. "I couldn't have done it without your help."
McGonagall nodded. "We do have one last matter to discuss; about registering."
Harry's grin faltered; he didn't really want to register. The Ministry not knowing would be advantageous.
"Now, I discussed your training with Professor Dumbledore before," the woman continued. "He believes that, considering the delicate state the Ministry of Magic is in, it would be unwise for you to register at this time. I disagree, but the headmaster is very adamant, so I am willing to make a compromise. I shall allow you to defer registration for now, but once You-Know-Who has been defeated and the Ministry is back under definite Light control, you shall be round to the Animagus Registration office at once."
"Okay; that's fine," Harry said, smiling again.
McGonagall clasped a hand on his shoulder.
"You've done me proud, Harry," she smiled. "I expect to see this same level of determination in your N.E. ."
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Luna found Harry the next day; or rather she ambushed him after the last class of the day. He had just left a difficult Charms class when the girl grabbed his arm and pulled him down the corridors until they were in a deserted classroom.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked, and Luna shook her head and smiled.
"Oh, no; not at all," she sang, plonking herself on the floor. Harry joined her. "I just needed to ask you a couple of things. It was meant to be just one thing, but there are always new questions to be asked."
"Sure, go ahead," Harry offered, smiling at Luna encouragingly; not that she needed it.
"You've become an Animagus?" the Ravenclaw questioned. For a brief moment Harry wondered how she knew, but it was Luna they were talking about. "Your Aura is different; animalistic, even."
Harry glanced around instinctively before answering. "Yes, I've been training with Professor McGonagall," he told the girl. "I wanted to do it for Draco."
"Like your dad and Sirius did for Mr. Lupin?"
Harry nodded.
"Can I see what you are?" Luna asked, her tone suggesting she was quite excited.
"Sure; oh, how about you see if you can guess what I am?" Harry answered, and Luna hummed.
"I think either a cat of some sort, a fox, or a bear. You're not entirely innocent but you can be rather cuddly too," the girl said after a moment.
"Yes, I'm a fox," Harry said dejectedly. "The Sorting Hat really did make a good choice putting you in Ravenclaw-wait, I'm not cuddly."
"Maybe not all the time," Luna shrugged, "but you certainly are with Tom."
Harry choked.
"There's nothing wrong with that," Luna said gently as she patted Harry on the back. "I think you're lovely together."
"Um, thank you," Harry spluttered, trying to regain his composure.
"That's linked to what I wanted to ask you," Luna continued, and Harry nodded to show he was listening. "I rather like Draco, but I don't know what to do."
Harry was taken aback; not that Luna liked Draco, but that she wasn't sure how to deal with it. Luna always seemed to have everything under control.
"Well I'm pretty sure he likes you too," Harry told Luna. "I think he's just too stubborn to admit it."
"Really?" Luna asked, sounded very taken aback. "Surely he's just being polite because the two of you are friends."
"Of course that isn't the case; he's hardly the type to be polite and hide his dislike for people, is he?" Harry grinned, and Luna smiled.
"I suppose not; I know he's done some very bad things, but I can see how it's breaking him. Do you think he'd let me try and hold him together?"
"I'm very sure he would," Harry said, and Luna fell back onto the floor, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
"Perhaps I should send him a Cupid; do you think he'd like that?" the Ravenclaw wondered aloud; Harry could just imagine Draco's reaction.
"Err, probably not," he answered sheepishly. "He tries to imagine himself as quite macho, even if he isn't. Please don't tell him I said that."
"Hmm, macho; I can work with that. Thank you, Harry," Luna said dreamily, jumping up and skipping from the room. Harry thought she wouldn't have been out of place in a meadow.
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Harry found he was a bit nervous about telling Draco that he had mastered the Animagus transformation and would be able to keep him company on the next full moon; he wasn't sure if the Slytherin would be pleased or angry for whatever reason.
It was another couple of weeks until the next full moon, so he figured he should talk to Draco sooner rather than later.
Luna seemed to realise he needed to speak to the blond boy alone, so she left them together with the Cabinet, claiming she had heard the cry of a Flying Crup and wanted to investigate.
Harry watched Draco as he worked, waiting for a good opportunity. He had learnt the other's body language when working with the Vanishing Cabinet; a scowl and taut muscles when something wasn't successful, and relaxed with a slight smile when something worked.
He didn't want to mention anything while Draco was in a bad mood, but the good moods weren't lasting long enough for him to speak.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" Draco asked, taking Harry off-hand.
"What?" he said dumbly, squirming under the scrutinising glare Draco was giving him.
"You can't take your eyes off me, you look like you'll have a panic attack if I was to drop a pin, and I can smell your fear," Draco drawled, counting on his fingers.
"I'm not fearful of anything," Harry defended himself; sure he was nervous, but fear was going to the extreme. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Not that sort of fear," the Slytherin muttered; the word 'idiot' went left unsaid. "That's just a general term; whether someone is anxious, nervous, scared or terrified, it all comes under a very similar smell; Remus just referred to it as smelling fear and said it's easier that way."
Harry liked that Draco called Remus by his first name.
He noticed the blond was still looking at him expectantly.
"Err, you know the last full moon?" he asked; he inwardly flinched as Draco tensed. "Were you okay on your own?"
"Well I have to be, don't I? Not like Hogwarts is full of werewolves," Draco scowled.
"I can keep you company," Harry blurted out, wanting to get his bit said and done.
"I know you're obsessed with treating werewolves as people, but I don't think spending time with me as a wolf would be a good idea. Even with the Wolfsbane there's a risk the scent of your blood could drive me into a frenzy, and then Riddle would gauge out my eyes, skin me alive and hang my body up for the birds to peck at," Draco muttered, and he seemed to pale at the image he had created.
"That's rather, ah, creative," Harry answered awkwardly, frowning when Draco shook his head.
"It's not creative, not on my part at least; Riddle told me he'd do that if anything happened to you under my watch," the Slytherin said quietly.
"Oh; I'll ask him not to," Harry said with an attempt at humour; he was aware it failed horribly. "Well, I don't have to keep you company as a human."
"Are you asking me to bite you? I guess you missed the part about your psycho boyfriend skinning me alive?"
"I'm an Animagus, you dimwit," Harry announced, and he watched Draco freeze.
"What do you mean you're an Animagus?" he asked stupidly, making Harry roll his eyes.
"I wanted to keep you company at the full moon, so I asked if Professor McGonagall would train me; watch," he said before transforming. He looked up and felt joy inside him as he noticed Draco smile very faintly. He changed back and waited for Draco's reaction.
To his surprise Draco began to laugh.
"I admit my change wasn't by choice, but at least I get to be all big and vicious; you're one of the cutest carnivores I've ever seen," Draco mocked, but Harry didn't detect any malice.
"Foxes can be vicious," he added, feigning hurt.
"Please; you're so fluffy you'll choke over a hair ball before you hurt anyone," Draco scoffed. "Don't act so horrified; wolves are far superior to foxes; I'll prove it you next full moon."
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Really?" He tried to stop the joy showing in his face.
"How else can I prove I'm the better animal? Besides, it would be rude for me to not let you test out your form after you worked so hard at it," the Slytherin said.
"Not like you to care about not being rude," Harry said jokingly; Draco smirked. "I'll see you soon," Harry said as he turned to leave.
He swore he heard Malfoy whisper "Merci," as he neared the door.
"Did you just thank me in French?" Harry asked bewildered, turning around, but Draco was staring determinedly at the Cabinet and ignoring him completely.
Harry smiled and went on his way.
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Tom was the last person he needed to tell, so he asked Draco if he could visit him during the week. He was excited about Tom's reaction, and he liked that he would have actually proven that he could do something successfully which didn't involve releasing soul fragments into the world.
He knocked on Tom's door, awaiting an answer; he wasn't sure if Tom knew he was coming.
If he hadn't known, he didn't show any surprise when he opened the door, and allowed Harry to enter without any questioning looks.
"Guess what I've done!" Harry said before Tom could ask.
"What?" Tom asked warily, seeming unimpressed by Harry's excitement.
"I became an Animagus," he grinned, smiling further when a look of surprise, and then praise washed over Tom's face for not even a second.
"If you had asked me, I could have found you a suitable tutor," Tom muttered.
"Professor McGonagall was great," Harry retorted, and Tom's expression didn't change.
"Should I know who she is?" he asked.
"She's the Transfiguration professor, and head of Gryffindor. She's an Animagus too," Harry said and Tom scoffed.
"I would hope so considering she taught you the transformation," Tom scowled, and Harry's smile faltered. "Let me see what you are then," Tom added, noting Harry's mood change.
Harry transformed, and like with Draco, he saw a faint smile cross over Tom's face.
Tom surveyed him as he returned to his human form.
"You perform the transformation well," he commented, "and your form is rather suitable. You must have been working hard at it."
"Yes, but I still managed to help Draco, and infiltrate Neville's group," Harry said proudly, feeling even better when Tom smiled.
"You've kept that quiet; the Dark Lord would have your head if he knew you were keeping information from him," Tom said with a slight warning tone.
"It's nothing important yet; it's still a work in progress. But the girl he's friends with, Hermione, is in love with Ron, so I set up Ron with another girl which has made Hermione jealous and Neville is too stupid to realise so he's annoyed Hermione by being insensitive," Harry explained, even though it was clear Tom wasn't really listening.
"So you are basically manipulating the hormonal phases all you teenagers seem to be in nowadays," Tom summarised, and Harry nodded. "Lovely; and to prove I'm right, I'll show you how I can manipulate you," Tom smirked, and he pulled Harry into his warm embrace.
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"Eugh; why did I choose to accept Blaise's invitation," Harry complained as he, Luna and Ginny waited in a room in the Potions corridor.
It was Hallowe'en, and Blaise Zabini had kept true to his promise of inviting Harry and Luna to his mother's ball. Ginny had been invited too, and she had made Harry swear not to mention her whereabouts to her brother.
"It will be fun," Ginny grinned, flattening her skirt.
"I heard that the ghosts of each of Armida Zabini's husbands are locked away in a special room where they can't escape," Luna commented, playing with the cork that was dangling from her neck.
"How do you lock a ghost somewhere?" Ginny asked with interest.
"It's a rather complicated spell; for it to work she'll have had to stay pure with them before-" Luna started, but Ginny cut her off with a wave of her hand.
"I'd prefer not to hear about the sex lives of old people," the red-head said with a grin.
"Well that's the thing; they didn't really have one," Luna continued, not fazed by the topic in the slightest. Ginny grimaced.
"How come you don't want to go, Harry?" she asked, changing the topic.
"I can just imagine it being packed with loads of older people we don't know and it will be awkward," Harry explained, subconsciously swinging his legs as he sat on the table.
"We'll make sure you have a nice time," Luna said with a smile.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed enthusiastically. "Blaise was telling me it's really good; apparently they have great music and an exotic buffet. Plus one of his cousins from Italy is coming, and he models for a fashion company. Oh, maybe I should change; their whole family is beautiful and I look like a scuff."
"You look lovely, Ginny," Harry complimented as the girl jumped up and twirled around, staring down at her outfit.
"Very fine, indeed," came a new voice. Blaise was eyeing Ginny up and down lustfully, his eyes lingering on her pale thighs that were visible beneath her short skirt. Draco, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson were standing behind Zabini. Only Pansy was looking at Ginny too; Draco had eyes only for Luna and Theo had his nose buried in a book.
"We just have to wait for Millie, Crabbe and Goyle," Pansy stated, taking a seat beside Harry.
"I have something for you," Draco said after he managed to get his attention off Luna. He handed Harry a letter; the scrawl on the envelope was Tom's.
The ball was on a Saturday, and though Ms Zabini was not a Death Eater, she approved their cause whole-heartedly, and being a socialite, she was friends with many Death Eaters and their families, and so Voldemort had permitted them to attend, and so only Draco had been called in for a short meeting.
He opened the letter and read.
"I visited Ms Zabini earlier and put up Protection Charms around her manor, so you shall be safe from Slytherin providing you do not leave the manor. I may attend in the later evening, but do not expect me."
"He's so blunt," Harry muttered aloud, catching Pansy's attention.
"Who is?" she asked, trying to glance at his letter to spot a name.
"Nobody," he answered lamely.
"Ah, so you're dating somebody who's out of Hogwarts? I knew Anderson was lying when he said he's been shagging you down by the lake every night."
"He said what?" Harry spluttered; half talking, half coughing.
"Don't worry; I can soon change you for his best friend's girlfriend," Pansy said with a smirk.
"Sorry; we aren't late, are we?" Millicent Bulstrode asked as she pushed the door open forcibly. Millicent, or Millie as she preferred to be called, was a big, tough looking girl who had a lot of aggression in her movements, however, personality wise she was lovely, though still an obvious Slytherin.
"Not at all," Blaise said. "Ready for the Portkey?"
They all nodded and gathered around, transporting themselves to Zabini Manor.
They landed by in a marble entrance hall, dominated by a grand staircase which had been polished to perfection.
A beautiful woman was waiting for them; she had high cheekbones and full lips, her hair was flowing and her curves were shown off by the high quality dress she was wearing. She looked much like Blaise, and when she moved forward to kiss him on both cheeks, Harry knew it was his mother.
"Blaise, darling; it's so lovely to see you," she greeted warmly. She pulled back and surveyed the rest of the group with a small smile. She kept her gaze on Harry, Luna and Ginny. "Hello; I'm Blaise's mother, Armida. You must be Harry, Luna and Ginny; I've heard a lot about you." Harry noticed her eyes lingered on Ginny when she said that. "I must dash off to greet some other guests, but do enjoy yourselves."
"Is William attending?" Blaise asked, and his mother shook her head, gaining a smirk from both mother and son.
"I'm afraid he's a bit tied up at the moment," Armida answered casually; Harry had spent enough time around Slytherins to know when something had a double meaning.
Blaise led them though a large set of doors and into a crowded room.
The walls were decorated stylishly, yet it was subtle at the same time. A long table was stretched along the back with plates full of food. Music was echoing throughout the room; loud enough for it to be heard, but not so loud that they would have to shout to hear each other.
Many adults were dancing already, wine glasses held firmly in their hands. Others were standing around, talking animatedly.
The Slytherins seemed to split up instantly; Pansy went with Blaise to see what looked like more family, Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent headed straight to the buffet table, Theo found a chair and brought his book out, leaving Harry, Draco, Luna and Ginny by themselves.
A House-Elf appeared next to them, a tray of drinks balanced on it's small hand.
"Would you like a drink, sirs and misses?" the creature asked; Draco took one straight away and downed it.
"Is this alcoholic?" Harry asked as he picked one up slowly.
"Don't worry, darling, you won't be chastised for drinking here," came the voice of Ms Zabini. She smiled encouragingly at him, so he chugged the drink back as Draco had done. It burnt the back of his throat, and he tried not to pull a face at the taste.
"You get used to it," Draco shrugged.
"I hope so," Ginny muttered, pursing her lips as she got the taste. Luna had declined and was watching them with amusement.
They stood awkwardly for a few minutes, and when the House-Elf walked by with a tray again, both Harry and Ginny took another two.
"Be careful how much of that you have," Luna said thoughtfully, "the Carnivorous Dringbing is attracted to the smell of blood and alcohol."
Having downed their third drinks, Harry and Ginny now found that rather funny.
"Oh, I need to get Blaise's attention," Ginny stated. "I even wore a short skirt and he's just ignoring me," she pouted.
"What about you and Dean?" Harry asked; Ginny moved her mouth to his ear
"I dumped him last night," she said, and the two of them started to giggle again.
"Wow, those drinks were really strong," Harry heard Draco say to Luna.
"Can we dance? He'll get jealous if was dance," Ginny asked, and Harry hesitated for a moment; there were a lot of people on the dance floor.
Another glass soon solved that problem, and he happily allowed Ginny to pull him into the crowds.
The music was upbeat, and so they danced against each other, hands occasionally connecting with the other's body and they kept to mostly grinding motions.
"You know, if I was straight, I reckon we'd have made a good couple," Harry mused. "We would have got married, had three kids with cheesy names and had some happily ever after."
"Who needs happily ever after?" Ginny retorted with a grin; Harry grinned back.
Time seemed to pass by in a blur of dancing and drinking, but still there was no sign of Blaise.
"We-we need to go find him," Ginny said, pointing away from the dance floor. Harry nodded and followed her out, trying not to walk into any of the enthusiastic dancers.
They found their group around a table; Blaise was squirming and looked rather uncomfortable, and his eyes refused to look at Ginny. Draco and Luna were sat rather close, so Harry ran over to their side of the table and pulled the both into a hug.
"I want you both to be happy," he announced with a dramatic nod. "You both like each other; just make out already."
He grinned as Draco paled, but Luna smiled back before pulling Draco towards her and pushing her lips against his.
Harry gave a slight applause when they pulled away and hugged them once more.
"Are you having a good time?" Pansy asked, tearing her wide eyes away from Draco and Luna who were now snogging without a care in the world.
Harry nodded. "Can we go dance again? All of you come, please," he begged, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Ginny basically dragged Blaise up. Pansy, Theo and Millie came too, clearly all wanting to leave the new couple alone; Crabbe and Goyle always liked an opportunity to visit the buffet table.
They all had another drink on the way to the dance floor, and even the shy Theodore was swaying to the beat.
A sudden warmth ran through Harry, and he immediately knew Tom had arrived.
"He's here," he announced to the group excitedly, and he ran away to try and find him, leaving the others in confusion.
He felt like he had run around the room twice before he saw him, talking to Draco and Luna; they were standing in a corner away from everyone else.
He ran toward them, flinging his arms around Tom.
"You're drunk," Tom stated; his tone didn't give away how he felt about that. "How much have you had?"
"Not much at all," Harry answered, and he pulled back, saved from tumbling over by Tom's hand. "Well maybe a little bit more than not much," Harry said at Tom's 'don't-lie-to-me' look, and he held his thumb and finger a little bit apart to try and prove his point.
"It certainly doesn't seem that way," Tom answered coldly, and Harry followed his glare to Draco.
"It wasn't his fault," Harry added, moving his hand about until it landed on Tom's chest. "He told me you said you'd gauge his eyes out and skin him if he was bad. Please don't skin him; I like him."
He didn't notice Draco flinch.
"Is that so?" Tom said, lip curling.
"Yes, and Luna was good too, because she told me not to drink, because I'd be eaten by a Carnv-carno-carnvore dingbat," he continued.
"Carnivorous Dringbing," Luna corrected. "They've been known to stalk parties like these."
"Harry, are you okay?" Ginny's voice filtered through, and he turned to see her being followed by the others.
For a second her image blurred and separated before merging back into one.
"Ginny; there was two of you for a minute," he laughed, holding up two fingers. Tom's hand covered his to hold up another one.
"That makes two, my dear," the older man said, and Harry grinned as the four blurred into two.
"Ah, so you must be Harry's beau then," Pansy said, putting two and two together.
"He's a million times better than that Anderson bloke," Millicent giggled.
"Anderson?" Tom questioned; his grip on Harry's arm tightened.
"He's a student who's been telling everyone he's sleeping with Harry," Pansy explained, and the grip tightened further.
"Oh; well Mr Anderson will be hearing from me very soon," Tom said threateningly.
All of the Slytherins smirked.
"I wanna go dance again," Harry announced, trying to yank himself from Tom's hold.
"I think you've had enough fun here for one night," the Dark wizard stated as he snapped his fingers.
The House-Elf appeared, looking scared as it eyed Tom.
"Are you the Elf in charge of service?" he hissed, and the House-Elf nodded. "Well, I hope you enjoy your last night in service, because I will be having a word with Ms Zabini and telling her that her Elf is a pathetic, useless creature and she can do much better."
"Sir-" the House-Elf started, but Tom silenced it with a glare.
"I cannot even fathom how something that prides itself on good service can provide a boy with alcohol despite the clear signs he has had too much, or is the safety of your guests not a concern?" Tom snarled, and the creature's eyes began to fill with tears.
Blaise bent down to pull a shoe and sock off, and then threw the sock at the creature.
"You're no longer a House-Elf for the Zabini family, Tilby; leave now," Blaise ordered, and the sobbing House-Elf disappeared with a pop. "I'm sorry he displeased you."
"Blaise Zabini, isn't it? You have a good attitude; you'll go far with the right people in power," Tom said, making Blaise look pleased. "Harry, we're leaving now."
"But I don't wanna go," Harry protested as Tom pulled him along. "Please, Tom, let me stay;" Tom ignored him. "Don't be a spoilsport, Tommy."
He heard Draco emit a horrified gasp, and Tom froze and turned to look at him with a look so vicious it made Harry want to cry.
"Sorry," he whispered pitifully, and allowed Tom to pull him along, sadly waving goodbye to the others.
"Going so soon?" Armida sang as she saw them nearing the door.
"I wanted to come to collect him now anyway, but given the state he's in I'll have to rush off without speaking to any of the prestigious guests," Tom said, and Armida looked on with concern.
"Poor thing," she cooed. "Always the same way when you first drink; don't know when to stop. He'll feel it tomorrow; that's punishment enough."
"Thank you for providing a wonderful ball, Armida," Tom added pleasantly. "Though I must complain the hallway by the staircase was ever so slippery; I do hope your husband, William, is careful up there."
A wicked smile crossed Armida's face. "It would be ever so tragic if he were to fall; I better go and call for him to warn him."
The pair exchanged a cruel smirk before going their separate ways.
Once they were clear of the room, Tom Apparated, pulling Harry along with him.
Harry fell to the floor after they landed, the side-along Apparition making his head spin.
"I quite like the name, Tommy," Harry commented from the floor. "It sounds cute."
"Am I cute?" Tom asked, and Harry nodded.
"Yes, and you're sexy, but kind of hideous too because you're mean to the poor little House-Elves, but you're pretty to look at," Harry rambled, and Tom smirked.
"You should be careful who you call pretty," he warned, crouching down on the floor by Harry.
They gazed at each other for a moment, and then Harry pushed himself from the ground and kissed Tom deeply, wrapping his arms around his neck. The weight of Tom from that angle made Harry fall back to the floor, keeping Tom with him.
"I really want to fuck," Harry breathed against Tom's neck. "Can we?"
He had never initiated anything before, but his mind didn't care about staying quiet anymore.
Tom's growl and lips against his neck told Harry his answer was a yes.
Tom waved his wand and within seconds Harry was stripped of his all clothing; he shivered as the cold air hit him.
"Wait; I don't-I don't wanna do it like this," Harry said, not quite sure what he was saying, and Tom looked at him. "I wanna go on top; not like, on top, on top, or anything," he said, making a gesture with a finger and his fist, but-"
"Do you want to ride me, dear?" Tom finished for him.
Harry nodded; once again, not quite sure why. He had never even considered it before; he liked being underneath Tom, and letting him take all the control.
The older boy stood up and sat in an armchair, and with a quick movement his erection was freed.
"Do we have any lube?" Harry questioned, and Tom shook his head with a smirk.
"Use your imagination," he suggested, lip curled.
Harry attempted to stand but found his legs were too shaky, so he crawled over to Tom, and moved to cover Tom's hardness with his mouth as something at the back of his mind told him to.
"Don't forget about you," Tom added, and Harry felt his hand automatically move down to prepare himself.
Tom moved his head away from a harsh tug.
He helped Harry to stand and move over his lap, and pushed the teenager down over his erection.
Harry cried out as he was filled, and he sank down, taking Tom in fully. He buried his face in Tom's neck as he rode him, groaning each time Tom thrust up hard and hit his prostate.
One of Tom's hands was digging deeply into Harry's hip, and the other was at the back of his thigh, guiding each movement.
A force at the back of his mind was telling him what to do, so he let it take control, until he came over Tom's stomach, Tom releasing inside him at the same time.
Tom pulled Harry down into a kiss, remaining inside of him.
Harry pulled away, though Tom wouldn't allow him to move off him. His eyes trailed towards the windows, where a pair of red eyes were watching him from the night.
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I hope you liked the chapter.
I can explain the dub-con thing a bit better now; I know, in law, if a person is under the influence of drugs or alcohol, they cannot give consent. Tom, being Tom, had no qualms taking advantage of Harry, even though Harry wouldn't have denied him anyway. And if you hadn't realised, Harry was also under the influence of the Imperius Curse there, though only after he said he wanted to (which is why I made it dub-con instead of non-con) but whether Tom or Marvolo cast it is up to you. And yes, Tom did know Marvolo was watching. I had considered having Marvolo in disguise as Tom, but I couldn't do that to Harry, so I compromised by having Marvolo watch instead. I do wonder what is wrong with me at times LOL