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Knock.

Knock.

Tap.

Knock.

Harriet slowly blinked her eyes open as an irritating sound roused her from her deep sleep.

The moon sat high in the sky as she groggily peered out of her Gryffindor tower dormitory through her blurry vision.

A gasp left her throat as she spied a vague, dark figure beyond the glass.

Not more than a second later, a familiar voice whispered in her mind, "Harriet…..Harriet…..it's me, sweetling. Won't you open the window? I don't wish to wake the others by using magic."

Harriet sat bolt upright, grabbed her glasses from the nightstand, and hurriedly pushed them onto her face.

Silently, she leapt out of bed and padded over to the window, careful not to wake her sleeping roommates.

She blinked as she quietly unlatched the ancient iron closure and gently opened the window.

"Tom!" Harriet gasped in a hushed whisper as she saw her lover standing on the narrow ledge on the castle's dangerously high wall, "Come away from there before you slip! What are you doing here?!"

"Forgive me, sweetling, but I had to see you right now." Tom whispered back as Harriet grabbed his arm and drug him off the ledge, through the window, and into her dormitory.

"You're going to get us both expelled!" Harriet snapped as she hastily latched the window back. She glanced over at her sleeping roommates before she scowled at Tom as she demanded, "Where have you been?! You told me you'd be back by dinner!...And how did you get out there? We don't learn lifting charms until next semester!"

"Don't worry about any of that, sweetling." Tom answered as he cast a veil of persuasive charm over Harriet's inquiries. He pulled her tightly against him as he stared down into her eyes and spoke, "All you need to know is that I have great need of you this very night, this very moment. Won't you comfort me now?...In my time of need?...Do you not love me? Do you not wish me well?"

"Of course I love you, Tom." Harriet whispered. She raised a hand and laid it on his handsome face as she frowned and asked, "What's the matter? What's happened? You're scaring me….."

A predatory glow flashed through Tom's dark eyes as he gazed down at the woman who he knew would one day become his mate.

Unable to resist the innocent, sweet smell that wafted from Harriet's skin or the teasing way her short nightdress clung to her lithe figure, Tom spread his hands possessively across her slender waist as he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Harriet's eyes widened before they closed as she brought her other hand up to cradle Tom's face as well.

He had sought her out for his comfort; it mattered little to him whether that would come through words, kisses, or touches.

As Harriet's roommates slept undisturbed, he gently backed his darling up one step at a time until she sat down on the bed once its edge pushed against her legs.

Tom sank down with her as they continued their kiss, but Harriet pulled away once he tried to nudge her down onto the pillows.

"Tom?" She whispered.

"Yes, sweetling?" He answered in his smooth voice as he briefly pressed his forehead against Harriet's and closed his eyes.

"...What are you doing?" She asked.

Tom pulled back and knelt beside her bed with a sigh.

The frown on his handsome face caused Harriet to pout as he took her hand into his and confessed, "I……I'm only trying to stay near you, sweetling. You have no idea what I've witnessed tonight, what I've learned, what I've been told……Harriet Potter, I am lost and I….I was hoping that if I cling to your light, I may be found."

Tom's words would have placed a salve over the bleeding heart of any young woman in love.

His sentimental statement did not fail to impress Harriet.

Tom took advantage of his darling's kind nature as he stared up at her with a resolute frown.

Harriet squeezed Tom's hand and asked in a whisper, "...And that's what getting into bed with me is going to do? Let you 'cling to my light'?"

"...I'm sorry I troubled you, sweetling." Tom said with a bittersweet smile as he stood to his feet and nodded at Harriet, "I'll see you at breakfast in the morning…….Sleep well."

Tom turned on his heel and walked towards the door, but before he reached it, Harriet hissed out in the darkness, "...Wait!"

He halted his steps and smirked as he heard Harriet rustle in her bed.

One of her roommates whimpered and moved slightly, but Tom made sure his arrogant smirk of triumph had been removed from his lips as he turned back to face his beloved.

Slowly, quietly, he walked back over to Harriet with that same, sad frown on his face.

A silent sigh escaped his lips as she moved over in her narrow bed and lifted the covers for him to crawl in beside her.

Tom smiled softly at his darling while he silently removed his shoes and slid in next to her.

As Harriet's roommates slept, she laid in her lover's arms with the moonlight streaming through the window onto them both.

For a young, unmated alpha in love and utterly infatuated with the woman he had already chosen as his mate, it was much more difficult than Tom had imagined to hold Harriet in a bed without doing anything else.

Wild fantasies ripped through his mind as he smiled sweetly while she gently rubbed his chest.

It pained him more than anything that Harriet hadn't started her cycles yet.

How much longer would he have to wait until he could drag her down to the chamber of secrets and properly claim her as his own?

"Aren't you tired, Tom?" Harriet blinked drowsily at him after an hour or so passed.

"Perhaps I may be, if the circumstances were different." He chuckled darkly.

One of Harriet's roommates sighed in her sleep.

Tom ignored the noise, but Harriet quickly looked over in the direction of the sound.

"Tom, listen," Harriet said as she turned back to stare at him in the darkness, "It's lovely to be here with you like this, but you've really…….you've got to get out of here before someone wakes up! If you're caught, they'll expel you!"

A look of utmost seriousness crossed Tom's face as he nodded and said, "You're absolutely right, Harriet, I should be going."

Harriet nodded as Tom flashed her a charming smile and asked, "Would you grant me one last kiss before you send me on my way? It has been a difficult night and I……I need you on my lips."

Harriet's cheeks burned as a surge of arousal coursed through her body while she gazed at her handsome lover with his dark curls falling in front of his face to frame his piercing eyes.

She agreed without much hesitation, "...Sure, Tom…..alright…I suppose one more kiss wont hurt."

Harriet pressed her lips together and closed her eyes as she waited for Tom, but she opened them again as soon as a low, delicious chuckle issued from his throat.

"Oh, no, sweetling~." He purred.

Harriet blinked while he explained, "You see, this will be our last kiss of the night and I…..I need it to be a truly good one."

"Well…….What do you mean?" Harriet frowned.

"I want to choose its location." Tom grinned.

A wicked smirk crossed his lips as he watched Harriet's green eyes widen.

"You……you want to……what?!" She gasped.

Tom's smirk widened before he dove under the covers.

The sharp gasp that left Harriet's lips as she felt him grip onto her caused her roommates to turn in their sleep.

Across the room, Hermione's eyelids fluttered as she threatened to rouse.

Harriet clamped a hand over her mouth as she felt Tom's strong hands gently cup the smooth curves of her breasts that her nightdress cruelly covered.

Harriet's nightdress was a bane to Tom's existence as he rustled around in her bed covers and let his hands explore his beloved.

The bed was narrow but Harriet's body was warm.

Tom delighted in the softness of her skin as they explored an entirely new section of intimacy somewhere beyond basic snogging, but not quite intercourse.

Harriet's eyes remained wide as Tom managed to lift her nightdress over her flat belly.

He lamented the fact that he couldn't have a better look at his darling, though relief flooded Harriet as she felt him press a very tender kiss just under her navel.

It was a loving gesture of affection and Harriet sighed in spite of herself, which made Hermione furrow her brow in her sleep.

Harriet expected Tom to sit up, bid her goodbye, and go on his way.

She had forgotten that she had willingly let a serpent slither into her bed.

Tom pulled on the outer edge of Harriet's panties as he murmurred a wordless vanishing spell under his breath.

Harriet's eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she realized her bottom half was naked and Tom was……

Tom was……….

Tom was entranced by the smell of his soon-to-be omega, innocent and unique.

Under the covers of Harriet's bed, he licked his lips as he slipped between her legs, moved forward, and kissed his darling on the center of her womanhood.

Harriet nearly jumped into the air at the unexpected contact as she cried out, "AAAGGHH!"

Tom instantly froze.

Harriet sat up, along with her roommates who had woken at her cry to blink at her in bewilderment.

"Harriet?" Hermione squinted, "Are you alright? What's the matter?"

"N-Nothing." Harriet stammered. Under the covers, Tom disguised his silhouette as part of the duvet while he applied his lessons from Randi Raspberry and gave Harriet a wicked lick down the exposed center of her womanhood.

Goosebumps erupted on her skin as she struggled not to moan while she shook her head at Hermione and replied, "I……I just had a nightmare, that's all. Sorry….go back to sleep."

The other girls grumbled as they laid down, but Hermione peered at Harriet incredulously.

"...Are you sure you're alright?" She asked.

"I'm fine." Harriet laughed. She bit her tongue as Tom curiously traced the outer folds of her nether regions with the velvet tip of his finger, threatening to explore further.

"Your face looks red." Hermione frowned, "You're breathing really hard, Harriet. That nightmare must have been awful."

"It was." Harriet nodded quickly, "...But I'm feeling much better now. Come on, Hermione," She said as she yawned to stop herself from screaming as Tom began to devour her, "...I'd just like to go back to sleep."

"...Alright." Hermione frowned as she reluctantly agreed, laid back down, and closed her eyes.

Harriet collapsed back onto her pillows and spread herself wide under the covers.

She listened closely to the sounds of deep breathing that came from around the room while her own breath became ragged as Tom used all of the knowledge he had gathered to send her flying over peaks of bliss.

Harriet nearly felt dizzy from the new sensations that flooded her system.

Tom's mouth was everywhere, licking, nibbling, exploring…….

Harriet did not even know herself that well yet, but her lover lavished affection on her with such great skill she could hardly believe his own inexperience.

The sheets dampened with perspiration that leeched from her skin as she fought to stay quiet while Tom squeezed her creamy thighs in his hands.

Under the covers, he was painfully aroused as his darling flooded his mouth with the proof of her enjoyment.

Utilizing his secret teacher's previous instruction, when he had Harriet open and gushing, swollen, and needy, he carefully nudged his way forward and latched onto the crest of her womanhood.

Her eyes widened as her mouth opened in a silent gasp.

Not screaming out against the bliss that rushed over was the hardest thing Harriet Potter had ever had to do.

A sharp little cry did escape her lips as her fingers flew under the covers to knot in Tom's hair and pull painfully on his dark locks.

Harriet fluttering in his mouth was a torment he gladly welcomed as he felt her toes curl against his sides while she arched her back.

The mere knowledge that he had caused his future mate such great pleasure made him hunch forward with his own brief shot of ecstasy as Harriet braced herself against him.

Once their high had finally finished, Tom neglected to leave until dawn, though he did rummage out of his burrow to kiss and cuddle Harriet.

Holding her there in his arms, with her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks flushed with pleasure filled Tom with all the satisfaction a young, unmated alpha could ask for.

While the sun began to rise, he treasured his darling for chasing the nightmares of his reality away.

Before the rest of the castle woke, Tom deftly stood from Harriet's bed, kissed her cheek while she slept, and hurriedly crept across the castle to return to his Slytherin dormitory.

Although the desire to find his father burned in his heart, as Tom laid down in his own bed to prove his innocence once his dorm mates roused, he grinned in triumph as he stared up at the ceiling.

That little cry from Harriet echoed in his mind.

He sighed as he dreamed of the day he'd be able to swallow her screams in the Chamber of Secrets.

Tom sighed as he licked his lips and smiled, happily enjoying his last taste of his darling.