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Beyond elated to finally be confronted with such a prime opportunity, Tom Riddle eagerly sought to become a dream mate for his darling.

In the weeks that followed Harriet's happy news, Tom became even more attentive, protective, and nurturing to his lover.

During the work day, he let her use his office for naps at will.

He made certain she kept a dose of Anti-Sickness Potion on hand at all times to battle the nausea and stop the vomiting that soon began.

If Harriet asked for anything, Tom had it brought straight away.

His words were sweet and his smooth voice was calming.

His touch held a reassuring gentleness that helped Harriet rest.

As she lay in her nest one evening, asleep on Tom's shoulder, he grinned while he snaked a hand over her body to splay across her belly.

It exhilarated him to imagine Harriet lying there months later, swollen with his children, heavy, and completely dependent upon him.

The thought caused his lips to part as his eyes narrowed.

With Harriet peacefully asleep, he carefully found himself under the covers and began to relieve the longing that mental image had ignited.

As his darling continued her rest undisturbed, Tom groaned as he emptied himself into his hand before he cleaned the evidence of his guilt with a nonverbal spell.

He sincerely hoped his fascination with his beloved would be merciful to him yet.

It made him frown to think how Harriet may react when she was close to delivery if he failed to keep his hands to himself.

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Harriet had an easier time than most as she ended her first trimester with very few complaints, thanks to Tom's loving ways and his expertly brewed potions.

Present for each of her midwife appointments, Tom was pleased to learn at Harriet's twelve week checkup that his lover and children all continued to be well.

"You're doing excellent, Miss Potter." The magical midwife smiled as she removed her wand from the already noticeable curve of Harriet's belly.

Tom watched the motion carefully as he impatiently waited his turn to yet again place a hand over Harriet's abdomen.

The small swell had recently rounded to prominence.

Harriet had had to push Tom's hands off her earlier that morning so they could leave for her appointment.

"Brilliant." Harriet smiled as the midwife moved over to her small desk in the examination room.

Left alone on the table, Harriet pulled her robes down to cover her belly and meet the white sheet over her legs before she pushed herself up by her arms.

Tom instantly moved forward to assist.

Harriet laughed at his readiness as she let him pull her up, "I'm not that far gone yet."

"Perhaps not, but you will be soon." He whispered with an eager grin.

The midwife handed them several more pamphlets before she sent the unlikely couple out to enjoy their Saturday.

Tom relished the fact that he had the remainder of the weekend to spend with Harriet, uninterrupted.

His ambition drove him to seek and enjoy power, but with his darling on his arm, Tom noticed his priorities had adjusted quite a bit.

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Harriet had never enjoyed the luxury of a caring mate.

Her friends had given her comfort, but without a loving mother or father consistently in her life beyond the helpful watch of Mrs. Weasley and Sirius Black, she was profoundly unaccustomed to being looked after.

Behind basic consideration, Tom made it his personal mission to pamper his darling.

As soon as they arrived back at Riddle Manor, he took Harriet's coat as he flung question after question at her.

"Are you hungry, sweetling? Thirsty? Would you like to sit down?" Tom blinked.

"No, actually….." Harriet yawned, "I'm a bit tired. Would you mind terribly if I went to bed for a while?"

"Of course not, lo-er, sweetling." Tom nodded to hide his own embarrassing slip of tongue, "If your body demands rest, then rest."

"But would you mind terribly…" Harriet chuckled as she asked, "To lie down with me?"

Tom flashed her a sincere smirk of smug arrogance as he answered, "It would be my pleasure."

Harriet smiled wryly before Tom escorted her up the stairs and to their room.

He bit his lip as he watched his delicious omega undress and rest a hand on her bare belly.

To his dismay, Harriet happened to glance over and notice the look on his handsome face.

"You can touch whenever you want, you know," She shrugged, "They're your children too."

Tom watched silently as Harriet walked over and settled herself under the covers.

A moment later, he had himself stripped bare as he snuggled in beside his darling.

"Sweetling?" Tom whispered in his decadent voice.

When no answer came from Harriet as she lay with her eyes closed, a wide smirk danced across his lips.

Free to explore his beloved how he wanted, Tom drew in a silent breath as he deftly dove under the covers.

Harriet sighed in her sleep as Tom took a moment to nuzzle her breasts, admiring the way they had begun to swell.

Skillfully, he teased his lover, all the while careful and gentle, knowing full well how tender Harriet had become.

A soft groan escaped her lips as her sleep continued once Tom released her breasts and moved down to her abdomen.

Under the covers, Tom's black eyelashes brushed against her skin as he faced Harriet's belly.

Slowly, he brought his hands up to stroke either side of the small swell before he gently opened his hands and spread his fingers across her.

Harriet sighed as he leaned forward and placed a loving kiss just below the modest curve.

She roused gradually as Tom took a few lingering minutes to cover her little bump in gentle, tender attention before he eventually kissed his way up her body and met her lips with his once he saw she had woken.

Harriet gladly relaxed in his strong embrace as he pulled her into his arms for a lengthy hour while they languidly enjoyed one another.

Tom cradled her while she slipped through the many stages of ecstacy an alpha could bring an omega.

He coaxed her, fortified her, broke her, but at the end of it all, after he reduced her to a shattering mess that gasped for breath, he held her close and kissed her face that had slickened with perspiration.

"Tom…." Harriet breathed as they lay together, wrapped in one another's embrace.

Tom let out a gentle purr in reply, but the sound made her suck in a breath.

Although they had not yet officially become mates, Tom and Harriet had already claimed one another's hearts.

—

Tom ordered his household servants to bring their next meal to Harriet's nest, which they did wordlessly, to their master's glee.

He made certain Harriet was comfortably settled and eagerly eating her food before he began to consume the morsels on his own plate.

Still, his dark eyes flickered over to her every few seconds.

"We haven't really talked about it yet." He remarked.

Harriet blinked as she glanced at him and asked, "...What?"

"We haven't talked much about the next few months." Tom nodded as his gaze moved to Harriet's belly, "How we'll handle work, infant care, the office….all of those annoying intricacies."

Harriet shrugged as she answered, "I haven't thought about it much. I intend to keep working until I can't. I suppose your mother could look after the triplets once they're born? Until you and I come home for the day?"

"Sweetling….." Tom goaded with a knowing smirk.

"What?" Harriet frowned.

"Is this not your dream?" He chuckled, "Will you really give birth to three, only to hand them off to my mother for safekeeping?"

Tom knew he had hit a nerve when Harriet stopped eating and sat her plate down on the duvet.

His eyes widened in terror as she raised a hand to her head and began to sob the tears she depised.

Harriet Potter was not, by usual temperament, a weepy girl.

"It is my dream!" She wailed as she wiped her eyes, "You're right, Tom! It is!"

"Have I not assisted with achieving your dream's success thus far, Harriet?" He asked as he sat his own plate down and pulled her against him.

Harriet saw the gesture as considerate, but Tom wanted her in his possessive grasp.

Harriet was his to comfort and console, no one else's.

"No, you…You have." Harriet stammered through a series of bold sniffs as Tom held her tightly.

"Then tell me again, sweetling, what you want and I will see to it that it happens exactly as that." Tom whispered while Harriet fell into his trap and let herself rest against his chest.

The steady beating of his heart combined with his warmth under the soft covers overpowered her.

"I….I just want to be in my nest, Tom." Harriet confessed in a sharp exhale, "I want to hold my little ones and feed them and look after them so-"

Tom cut her off as he crushed a deep kiss against her lips.

Harriet groaned into their exchange as she took full advantage of enjoying him, from his addictive kiss to his hypnotic scent.

He smirked as he pulled back and gazed at her, "There's no need to fret, sweetling. Rest assured, Harriet Potter, I will see that your desires become realities."

Whether from romance, gratitude, or both, Harriet and Tom's kiss ignited as they clutched one another close.