Beta: *Glitter*
The next morning, Tom slips from the room with a chuckle after one last glance over his shoulder to the still sleeping Hermione.
After their late night – and a well-earned total of five orgasms between them both – they barely made it through brushing their teeth and crawling into the giant bed before falling asleep. Hermione still slumbers peacefully, completely cocooned in the sheets except for the wild jumble of curls spread across three pillows and one bare leg sticking out from under the expensive duvet.
Tom saunters down to the sunroom where he and the others usually breakfast when staying at the Manor for a gathering and smirks upon spotting only Lucius.
"Severus didn't stay, I take it?" Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he settles into a nearby chair.
Lucius glances away from his paper to look over at his friend, before letting out an indelicate snort. "No. He left with some corseted tart."
Arching a brow, Tom smirks at the blond man. "Oh, really, Lucius? Are you in a mood this morning? Perhaps you need to exchange your tea for something stronger."
He sneers, turning his entire body in a display of childish annoyance, which causes Tom to let out a snort of his own, only in amusement rather than irritation.
"Really, Lucius? What has your knickers in a twist? It's not just Severus leaving with someone. What is it?" Sipping his coffee, he watches his old friend ignore his words, icy blue eyes focused on the newspaper. After a long moment of silence, he clears his throat. "Lucius. I will not hesitate to call on Narcissa. Now speak! What's wrong?"
Letting out a gusty huff, Lucius folds the paper and throws it down on the table with what can only be described as a pout on his face, his eyes focusing on something outside, beyond the window. "I'm sure you saw what was… happening last night. At the gathering."
Tom's brows quirk as he continues to watch Lucius, waiting.
"With Draco?" Lucius glances over at Tom, who carefully keeps his features blank though he acknowledges the words with a single nod. "He confided in me yesterday, just before the gathering… you'd gone back to your room to attend to your little pet, and he found me in the library. He told me…" Lucius draws in a hard, deep breath before propping his chin in his hand. "He told me he's bisexual."
After another long moment of silence and no further words from Lucius, Tom sets his delicate coffee cup down on the table and leans forward towards his friend. "And?"
"And? And what, Tom? What else should there be?" Lucius sits back, crossing his arms across the chest and legs at the knee. "You saw that… display he was putting on! Rosemerta - she's so much older than him! And with his classmate!"
Tom only blinks for a moment at Lucius before letting out a bark of laughter. "Are you listening to yourself, man?"
The blond straightens in his chair, spine rigidly straight, and levels a dark scowl at the other man. "What about it?"
"You sound like the biggest hypocrite on earth, that's what!" Tom shakes his head with another laugh before retrieving his coffee and settling back into his chair. "'That display'… you've got to be kidding me, man. Just over a month ago, you were showing him how to use a crop on a girl, a woman, only a year older than your son. Whom I know you've… entertained… on a sufficient number of occasions. Not to mention your own experimentation in our youth!"
Lucius lets out a hiss before turning his head away from Tom, scowling back out his chosen window. They sit in silence for a long while as Tom sips his coffee slowly, eyes trained on his oldest friend. He knows Lucius has had a bit of a shock and will take some time to process it, as well as feel remorse for his hasty words, but he is still quite the dunderhead.
It takes approximately sixteen minutes for him to let out a heavy-sounding sigh and to relax enough to slump back into his chair before turning his head back towards Tom, arms falling back to the chair. "I apologize. I was just surprised by his words. And his actions. I wouldn't have expected…" Lucius shrugs, before waving a negligent hand.
"Do you love your son, Lucius?" Tom tilts his head, watching the blond jerk, eyes widening in shock.
"Of course! He's my son!"
"Then this new development changes nothing. He loves you; you love him. He isn't hiding anything from you, and he trusts you enough to tell you these things. I would think you'd be proud of him for all of those reasons, plus more." Tom finishes off his coffee and sets the cup back on the table before settling his narrowed gaze on Lucius.
Lucius lets out a grumbled mutter, long fingers tapping on the silken upholstery before he clears his throat and speaks louder. "I am extremely proud of my son, his choices, and the adult that he will be." He picks up his tea cup and takes a sip before wrinkling his nose at the cold liquid and setting it back down.
Tom smirks, nodding at Lucius' words before rising to his feet. He picks up a plate and begins to gather up a selection of the less messy breakfast foods. Aware of Lucius' eyes following his movements, he still ignores it for now. It's only another moment before he speaks up.
"So, where is your little one, Tom? Still all tied up in your room?" Lucius' voice is leering, and with a glance in his direction, his expression matches.
Rolling his eyes and chuckling at his friend, he shakes his head. "No, old man. She was still asleep when I came downstairs; she needs her rest." After placing a few last grapes onto the plate, and pouring a cup of tea with milk, he turns to smirk at Lucius. "I shall now go and spend as long as I'd like waking her."
"You do that. I'm sure I'll speak with you again soon." With a deep laugh, Lucius waves a hand at Tom before reaching out to retrieve his paper and settling back into his chair with it.
Tom chuckles as he exits the sunroom and heads back up the stairs, balancing cup and plate as he makes his way back into their room. Setting them down on the bedside table, he shucks off his trousers and shirt before crawling up onto the bed and over to the sleeping woman. It only takes a few tugs at the blankets before her breasts are bared to him and he latches onto one and then the other, alternating with sucks and licks and nips between them until her hazy brown eyes, already dilating with pleasure, crack open and peer down at him.
"Good morning, sweet. Let me show you my favorite way of waking you in the mornings." He grins up to her before dragging her down close enough for him to kiss her mouth, the both of them laughing against the other's lips as the sun shines through the windows.
The tea has long gone cold before either of them even think to look for it.
A/N: Hello! Yes, this one is a bit shorter than the norm, but that's because this is a bit of a transition chapter into the end of this story! I'm aiming for five more chapters to wrap everything up. I have to say thank you thank you THANK YOU to all of you who have been reading and reviewing and who have been so lovely. *hearts*