SO, there will be fluff and smut and a badass Harry! Not in that order! ENJOY!
P.s. I loveeeedd writing this chapter.
Last time;
''Please arrest Mister Riddle. He has taken advantage of Mister Peverell during a potion accident and has raped him during the potion-fueled daze. He also threatened to kill another who tried to stop Mister Riddle from taking advantage of Mister Peverell.''
What the fuck?!
Tom's POV;
This can't be happening.
This can't be happening.
He got away with literal murder! And now some fucking shit of a teenager thinks he can accuse him of rape!?
He would never have taken advantage of Hadrian!
Well, not since he started to know the tosser at least. Maybe when he still thought he would get away with it, but rape?! He would never do something like that. He doesn't even want to touch most people. Why would he want to rape someone?
The Aurors take a step forward, and Tom's eyes widen. How can he get out of this? Dumbledore will never believe a word he says, and even if Veritaserum is used, which it probably won't, the Aurors have already made their judgments based on Dumbledore. The glance they give the Transfiguration teacher tells him enough.
They are biased. Probably Gryffindors and, of course, the Slytherin student must have done something wrong because nobody would suspect the Gryffindor!
Tom looks at Slughorn, but the fool is shaking all over, clearly in disbelief at what is happening but too afraid for his own hide to say or do anything that's happening right now. Dippet is a toerag everyone can waltz over, so he didn't expect any help there.
Tom is completely screwed.
''How dare you?'' Hadrian whispers furiously, and Tom can hear a hint of Death in his voice. The whole office falls silent at his tone and words, knowing they are in the company of a bigger predator. Although they have no idea how much bigger Hadrian as a predator can be.
Hadrian cuts a look at McLaggen before glaring at Dumbledore. McLaggen shrinks back behind the Aurors. Even the Aurors are wavering now in the face of an angry Hadrian. Clearly not used to feeling intimidated, especially not by a mere teenager.
''How dare you stand there and accuse Tom of something he didn't do. Of something he wouldn't do? How dare you stand there and slander his name while he has helped me in that so-called potion-fueled daze, while Pollux McLaggen was the one who dozed me and-'' Hadrian starts, completely losing his composure in his anger, only to be interrupted by the most hated teacher. Well, most hated by Tom, at least.
''Now, see hear my boy-'' Dumbledore tries to intervene. ''-there is no need to throw out very serious accusations. Tom here, is-''
''A what? A Slytherin? A prodigy at potions and spells? The fucking Lord of Slytherin?!'' Hadrian roars through the office, glaring at anyone in attendance except for Tom.
The two Aurors, Dippet and McLaggen, blanch. McLaggen also turns a very pasty shade of white. Dumbledore's face goes through a merry of emotions, but he gets it quickly under control. Slughorn, however, seems almost ready to swoon in awe.
Of course, he would love the fact that a no-name like Tom suddenly became Lord Slytherin.
Tom bites back a smirk but feels himself standing taller at Hadrian's words. He also erases the glamor he had on his medallion. They weren't going to tell anyone that he was Lord Slytherin until the Wizengamot session next month, but Hadrian had let that Niffler out of the bag.
''Oh, I see I have your attention.'' Hadrian sneers, and Tom bites his cheek to stop his smile from showing. This is exactly why Hadrian would've been amazing in Slytherin, even if he's still brash as a Gryffindor. ''Are you also ready now for my side of the story? The story of the one who was forced into this situation? You know who I am, right? Or do I need to introduce myself again?'' His voice drips with sarcasm, and Tom is very much aware of the situation surrounding him, so he truly knows that getting a hard-on right now is very, very inappropriate. That doesn't mean Hadrian is making it easy for him.
''-Hi! I am Lord Hadrian Peverell - Gryffindor. Nice to meet you.'' His voice drips with sarcasm, and Tom bites his lip to hide a smile. How could he have thought nobody would stand with him? He has Hadrian. ''I would like to place some very serious accusations against Mister McLaggen here and sue him for attempted line theft-''
McLaggen whimpers and shoots a desperate look at Dumbledore, who gestures at him to keep silent.
''-and I would like to place a harassment claim against Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore for slander of a student, stalking of multiple students, attempted murder of a student, and bias against the whole Slytherin house.'' He says to the Aurors who are shocked and unsure of what to do.
Hadrian doesn't give them any breathing room and glares at the Aurors.
''If you two dunderheads can't understand what I am saying, please inform your superior. I would like to talk to the Head of the DMLE and ask how you two were so quick to be here when the victim himself had committed no official claim, or was it because your old Head of House asked you a favor? Do you feel as if you're in his debt because he always was so nice to you during your school days? When he made sure to reward you for bullying or made sure you only got away with a slap on your wrist if it was a Slytherin student who was involved? Hmm?'' He focuses his intense green eyes on one of the Aurors, and the Auror's eyes widen in fright. ''Wasn't it you, Auror Green, that made Madam Lovelace fall down two sets of stairs when you were in your third year? And what kind of punishment have you gotten from your Head of House? Oh yes, two nights detention. While Madam Lovelace needed to recover for two weeks in the Hospital wing. Does that ring a bell?''
The Auror on the right has gone stark white. ''H-how do- I-I'll call the Head Auror.'' He stutters before crashing to his knees in front of Dippet's fireplace.
Hadrian turns his eyes on the other Auror, who whimpers in fright. ''Do you want me to tell you what happened during your school years? Or shall I not summon your oldest daughter who doesn't know you're her father? She's a Hufflepuff, did you know? Probably not, because the mother never told anyone who the father is. You put shame on the Auror's name and your family. And I will make sure that your actions come to light. Nobody deserves to look for protection with a rapist.'' Hadrian sneers at the Auror, who seems ready to grovel for forgiveness in front of Hadrian's feet.
''No, no, please! I have a wife! I was just a teenager!'' The Auror says desperately. Hadrian only looks at him with contempt.
Hadrian seems ready to walk all over everyone in this office. Tom truly doesn't know how Hadrian knows all of this, but he suspects Death is whispering some of these facts to him. That doesn't mean that Tom isn't in awe of the fear Hadrian is spreading through the office. Hadrian then turns his eyes to the Headmaster and Professor Dumbledore.
''If this is how you handle cases of rape within these halls, you don't deserve to be the Headmaster, and you certainly don't deserve to be Deputy Headmaster.'' Hadrian snaps at Dippet, who seems to have aged multiple years during Hadrian's rant, and Dumbledore, who is, for the first time, looking frightened.
''My boy, please stop lying . Surely, this is completely unnecessary. Mister McLaggen is a fine young man. He probably wasn't meaning to do anything if it's true that he gave you the potion in question,'' Dumbledore says while cutting a look at Tom. ''-as for the accusations you're throwing around at me, that's just what they are, accusations, and clearly you're very delusional, my boy.'' Dumbledore is trying to be condescending, but one look at Hadrian is enough to tell Tom that Dumbledore will not get out of this. Not if Hadrian has any say in it.
''Please stop yourself from referring to me as 'my boy.' I am not your anything.'' Hadrian hisses at his Head of House. ''You are the Deputy Headmaster of one of the best magical schools in Europe and Head of House of my ancestral House. You know the House of Lords etiquette and how to address me. I may be a boy in your eyes, but I am a Lord first and foremost and wish to be addressed as such while speaking of such very serious matters.'' He sneers at Dumbledore while again using his own words against him.
If Hadrian asked him to fall down to his knees in front of him, Tom thinks he would—just this one time.
His sharp tongue is doing things to Tom he hadn't expected. He doesn't think he has ever been this turned on before. He hadn't had anything like that Lust Potion, right?
Tom isn't sure anymore. His head is spinning with the accusations Hadrian is throwing around like candy. They hadn't planned on taking Dumbledore down already, and half of the accusations Hadrian is throwing around they didn't know about before, but it seems like it's time.
''What is all this?'' A loud voice thunders through the office, making Tom focus on the newcomer in the middle of this chaos.
''Ah, you must be the Head Auror. My name is Lord Hadrian Peverell-Gryffindor. I was dozed with a Lust Potion, which is why I want to place accusations of Line Theft against House McLaggen. Pollux McLaggen may not be an heir of the House, but he is already seventeen and should be tried as an adult, and his family should be brought into further proceedings.'' The Head Auror blinks at Hadrian, who looks like the Lord he truly is, before looking back at his Aurors, who are shaking in fright.
''Uh, yes, I'm Head Auror Greengrass. Why was I called if this is a simple accusation of Line Theft?'' He looks around wearily, not understanding the situation just yet.
Hadrian scowled at him. ''First, a Line Theft accusation is never simple. Please refrain from calling it that, especially in front of a victim.'' Hadrian snaps. The Head Auror looks a bit irate at being scolded like that but refrains from commenting and just nods his head.
''Secondly, that were not the only accusations I am placing. I also want to place a harassment claim against Professor Dumbledore. He has been stalking multiple students, influencing teenagers for years, which by the by includes those two Aurors.'' He tells the Head Auror, who snaps his head towards the Aurors. They both shrink back under his glare. ''-has made an attempt on my life just a few months ago, which wasn't reported, and he was trying to slander Lord Slytherin by almost letting your Aurors arrest him without a hint of evidence for the crime committed by Pollux McLaggen.''
The whole office is silent, and Tom is sure he could hear a pin drop. Dumbledore is sweating bullets, it's the most beautiful sight Tom has ever seen.
''I see,'' The Head Auror says slowly before turning to his Aurors again. They both look ready to burst into tears. ''Call Aurors Moody, Avery, and Yaxley for backup. You two are dismissed and need to be available at five p.m. in my office. Am I clear?'' He says sternly, and Tom hears one of them whimper.
''Yes, sir.'' The Aurors reply before bolting out of the office through the floo.
''It may be a good idea to also have someone come from the Department of Magical Education and the Board of Governors. I have my suspicions that at the end of today, we need a new Headmaster, Deputy Headmaster, and a new Transfiguration teacher.'' Tom speaks up for the first time. He barely suppresses a smirk while doing so, not wanting to let them know how much of this he's enjoying. If he ever will be able to produce a Patronus, he thinks he's going to use this memory. The Head Auror nods at him and sends his own Patronus to request the persons in question.
''Lord Peverell - Gryffindor, do you have any evidence to back up your accusations?'' The Head Auror Greengrass asks, and Hadrian nods.
''I sure have. I am willing to give my memories as evidence for all of the accusations. Lord Slytherin will also provide memories of the situation from this morning, and if you look in Professor Dumbledore's office behind the second shelf of his bookcase, you will find a warded section. Behind that section, you'll find memories with blackmail material on multiple current students and old students and memories with evidence of stalking Muggle-born witches and wizards with family living on the mainland. In the memories, you'll shall find the ways Professor Dumbledore has been manipulating generations of children that have walked through these walls.''
''Those are private! You had no right to go into my office! It is none of your business!'' Dumbledore yells, his easygoing facade falling away, making place for rage. Tom thinks this is the first time he has seen the Professor this distraught.
But Hadrian is unfazed. ''I have been in your office when you held me back for a number of reasons-'' He raises his eyebrow in challenge, but Dumbledore can't refute any of it. ''-and unfortunately for you, I have Mage sight.'' Tom knows Hadrian is bullshitting about the Mage sight, but who knows what powers the Master of Death has? Tom surely doesn't know. ''I could see the warded bookcase and the silvery substance behind it. It was clear to me that they were memories. When you tried to pull Hector Blackwell into your schemes, you made it my business.'' Hadrian hisses back. Tom knows that Hadrian would do anything for his friends and frowns. He had known that Hadrian had become close with his Gryffindor dorm mates, but maybe he should watch closer what kind of relationship Hadrian has with Hector. He doesn't trust the Mudblo- Muggle-born to keep his paws to himself.
Hadrian is his .
The three Aurors have now arrived, and Tom sees Hadrian stiffen when he sees one of them, but Tom doesn't know why. He will refrain from asking questions right now, but he will get his answers.
''Take Professor Dumbledore into custody.'' The Head Auror barks out. The three Aurors stare for a moment in confusion but do as asked. Dumbledore raises his arms, and Tom doesn't know what he's going to do, but then fire erupts between his hands, Fawkes the Phoenix sings when they answer his call. The melody is hypnotizingly beautiful, and everyone stops to listen. Tom has always been in awe of Fawkes. An animal that will never die, only reborn from his own ashes. It's quite beautiful, and this is the Phoenix that gave him his wand core. He feels a certain fondness for the creature.
''Oh no, you don't! Fawkes!'' Hadrian yells, and the bird falters. The people in the office snap back from the trance they had fallen into. Everyone focuses on Hadrian, even the bird. ''You will not be bound anymore. You are free .'' The last word is said with so much intention, magic, and force that Tom imagines the shackles of Dumbledore's bond disintegrating.
The song gets even more beautiful, and the Phoenix disappears as if they were never there.
''What did you do?'' Dumbledore gasps while clutching his chest in pain.
''I broke the bond between you and the Phoenix.'' Hadrian simply tells him, but Tom can see the strain it has taken on Hadrian. He sees his mouth twitching in discomfort, but Hadrian doesn't falter in front of anyone else in the office.
''Why?'' Dumbledore sounds pained and anguished. Tom can only imagine how it would feel to be cut off from your familiar. It can only be very, very painful.
Good.
He hopes it hurts like a bitch.
''You have bound a free creature to yourself for reasons unknown; you should be ashamed, and you would use them to free yourself from this situation. Well, guess what? I've seen through you, and you will not get away with this, not anymore. Your manipulating days are over, Mister Dumbledore.'' He shoots a look at the Aurors, who are watching in awe of the drama that's unfolding in the office.
They hurry to take Dumbledore's wand and shackle him with magic-suppressing cuffs.
''It seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it, Dumbledore?'' Hadrian taunts, the others look in confusion, but Tom knows that Hadrian is referring to Dumbledore's father, who died in Azkaban. Even if Tom silently agrees with revenge, the Dumbledore name is tainted by the fact that he killed three Muggle boys.
''I'll get you for this, Hadrian Peverell. Mark my words. You've made an enemy out of me.'' Dumbledore spat while he is carried away by the Aurors.
''Do you see my face? This is my 'I don't care face.' Go fuck yourself.'' Hadrian sneers. Tom really, really wants to have Hadrian to himself now, but alas, it isn't meant to happen just yet.
He does know that he will not stop his advances on the Master of Death.
His most prominent thought at the moment is just this: Hadrian Peverell - Gryffindor is mine.
Harry's POV;
Fuck he's tired. All the information he got from Death during this soap opera of an evening and the bombs he dropped while playing a role worthy of a Lord were already tiring. Also, breaking the unhealthy bond that Dumbledore had with Fawkes took a lot out of him. And the day isn't even over yet.
''And what the actual hell do you mean with Line Theft?'' Harry asks Death inside his head. Thankfully, Death answers. He was ridiculously glad that Death helped him with his rant. It was just so unfair what McLaggen and Dumbledore tried to do to Tom. Harry wouldn't let them get away with it. Not on his watch. He shudders at his own thoughts, he had never thought he would come to care for Tom, but here he is.
''An attempted rape case in the Magical world is always attempted Line Theft when a Lord or Lady is involved. It doesn't matter if the bearer is a Lord or Lady or if the bearer is the one that attempted the rape. The rapist is the one that will always benefit from the pregnancy.'' Death explains patiently, but Harry can feel the rage beneath his words. Death hated the fact he couldn't prevent this from happening because of his busy schedule. Harry can almost feel his guilt.
''Wait- wait- wait, Bearer? That sounds barbaric-'' Harry thinks with a frown.
''It's the most accurate name for someone that gets pregnant because it isn't just explicit for one sex.''
''Are you telling me that men can get pregnant in the magical world?!'' Harry feels hysterical. He doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry. Why didn't he know this?!
''Oh, Master, I sometimes forget you don't know everything in this world,'' With that pitying remark, Death disappears from his head and leaves Harry angry and even more confused.
He leans a bit towards Tom and is glad when Tom reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder.
''When we get out of here, I expect chocolate and sleep.'' He whispers to Tom.
Tom leans even closer and pulls Harry against him firmer. ''When we get out of here, I'm going to devour you.'' He whispers back.
Harry's breath stops momentarily before inhaling too quickly and choking on it.
''What?'' He squeaks out. What the hell is Tom talking about?
Tom slips into Parseltongue, softly enough that nobody else in the office notices. ''How you just annihilated everyone with your silver tongue was the most arousing thing I've ever witnessed. You're not getting out of this. I want you so much right now.'' His lips are close enough that they are grazing Harry's ears, and Harry can feel the heat from his blush creep up to them.
''Oh, fuck.'' Harry breathes out. He turns his head just a bit to look Tom in the eyes. Trying to figure out if he truly means what he just said.
When he locks eyes with Tom, he can't help but swallow. The desire that's swimming in Tom's eyes can only mean bad things. Well, very good things for Harry, but bad things overall.
''Oh, Merlin. You can't just say things like that to me. I'm going to combust!'' Harry hisses back in the language they share.
Tom's eyes travel up and down Harry's body. ''Maybe that's what I want.''
Harry is saved from a very embarrassing whimper when the Head Auror addresses them both. He quickly tries to get back his composure while scraping his suddenly parched throat.
''Lord Slytherin, Lord Peverell - Gryffindor, are you ready to give your statement and your memories?''
''Yes, sir,'' Tom replies thankfully. Harry doesn't know if he can speak just yet, so he nods his head instead.
Aurors Yaxley and Avery have gone with Dumbledore, and after Moody had brought a sobbing McLaggen to the holdings cells in the Ministry, he had returned to the Head Auror side. This Moody is young, and Harry doesn't think he's already friends with Dumbledore, but looks can be deceiving. He hadn't reacted outwardly to his accusations of Dumbledore, but maybe he was just waiting for the evidence. In the meantime, Harry doesn't trust the man as far as he can throw him.
It takes half the night for Harry and Tom to be released after being questioned by the Headauror, Moody, the Board of Governors, and the Department for Magical Education.
Dippet had taken it very hard with everything that had been revealed and gladly handed over his spot as Headmaster. With Dumbledore in custody and awaiting his hearing for all the claims Harry had made, Dumbles had, of course, lost his job.
Moody had collected the evidence and was put on the case together with Avery. Yaxley would take on the case against McLaggen. Harry really hoped none of the evidence would go missing. But the look in Moody's eyes told him that Dumbledore wouldn't get away with it. The man was always looking for justice, even with harder means, so maybe he took these accusations seriously.
Slughorn stepped in as Deputy Headmaster but made it clear he wouldn't want to be Headmaster. Thankfully, nobody actually wanted him as a Headmaster. Professor Merrythought was made Head of Gryffindor. Harry could only think it would be a riot. A new Transfiguration teacher was contacted, but in the meantime, it would become a self-study class with the Sixth years teaching the first and second years because they wouldn't have any big tests this year. Harry was quite excited about that; he loved teaching, and even if Transfiguration wasn't his best subject, he was adequate.
The new Headmaster would be the most difficult to find. None of the teachers wanted the job, so the Department of Magical Education would fill in for now. Harry was reminded of Umbridge and the Ministry taking over Hogwarts, but there wasn't anything he could do right now. Only rebel when it would be just as bad as it had been with Umbridge.
He really hoped he wouldn't have to rebel.
Harry was truly drained when they were finally able to leave the office. He was ready to make his way to the Gryffindor tower when his robesleeve was snatched, and he was being dragged towards the ROR.
''Tom, I'm really, really tired.'' He groaned.
''Uhu, we are going to sleep. No worries, Hadrian.'' Tom replied smoothly, Harry didn't trust a word of it.
The wicked smile on Tom's face was enough to indicate to Harry that something was going to happen. So of course he worried.
''Tom-'' He tried again, but he only received a hushed ''shht!''
Indignant and exhausted, he still followed Tom, even while grumbling all the way.
Tom pushed him into the room, and Harry saw a large bathroom, almost like the Prefects bathroom he had used in his fourth year.
''I'm going to take care of you, Hadrian,'' Tom whispered to him while starting to undress Harry.
He spluttered, ''I can undress myself! And I won't be naked in a tub with you, Tom!'' Harry said a bit hysterically, his tiredness vanishing for a moment.
Tom raised his eyebrows, and his smirk turned wicked again. ''No, not yet,'' he kept undressing Harry.
Harry was too tired to fight him off, so he just closed his eyes until he felt the telltale tingle of magic.
Tom transfigured their pants into swimming shorts, and Harry was ridiculously relieved. He stepped into the warm water with enough bubbles to completely disappear and sighed when he was up to his shoulders in the tub.
Tom stepped in behind him and brought his arms around Harry's waist, holding him up and taking all of Harry's weight.
''Tom-'' He started a bit wearily, he didn't know what angle Tom was working on. Why was he doing this? He was so- Harry was looking for the right word, but the only thing that came to mind was nice and comforting.
Something he hadn't expected from Tom at all.
''Hadrian,'' Tom hummed back. Harry could almost feel the smugness dripping from him, but he ignored it and decided he would enjoy the bath.
And maybe a part of him relished in the closeness. He had never had this kind of relationship with anyone to feel this way with. This intimate. Even if Tom and he had never kissed or anything like that, Harry felt there was something between them. Even if he didn't want to acknowledge it.
Harry knew he was touch starved, had been all his life, and the closeness he now had with Tom was mindboggling but welcome.
So, for now, he would indulge.
He let himself lean against Tom and shivered when Tom's arms tightened on his waist.
Tom leaned his head down and rested his mouth against Harry's shoulder. He didn't kiss it, he just rested his head and lips against him, and for some reason, that felt more sincere.
They floated like that in the water for a while, both silent and enjoying the closeness.
Harry wanted to figure out what Tom was thinking, but his mind was slowing down in exhaustion and feeling of comfort while in the bath with Tom.
Harry felt Tom turn him in the water, and he went with it without thought. Harry didn't look up at Tom and just rested his forehead against Tom's collarbone when they were chest to chest.
Tom raked his fingers through Harry's hair, and he groaned in pleasure. This went on for a while until Harry was almost asleep.
''Come, Hadrian, let us go to sleep,'' Tom whispered in his ear. Harry felt utterly at ease and didn't even protest when they left the warm water.
It was without Harry's help that they fell into bed, and it didn't take long before Harry's mind just let him sleep.
Harry woke up and felt something heavy over his waist. When he looked down, he saw a pale arm thrown over him, and he immediately remembered what happened yesterday.
He must've made some noise or movement because Tom woke up and sighed against the nape of his neck, making Harry's hair stand up where his breath touched him.
''Are you already panicking?''
Harry was still trying to understand how he had gotten into this situation and could only nod. Tom's arms tightened, and Harry focused on Tom's regular breathing to calm himself down.
After a few moments, Tom kissed him on the shoulder and pushed his hips against Harry's ass.
Harry felt himself flush when he felt Tom's hardness press against him.
''Tell me no, Hadrian,'' Tom said in a husky voice, making Harry take in a shuddering breath.
''I don't want to tell you no,'' Harry whispered as if it was a secret. It felt like it was.
Tom pulled at his waist, and Harry rolled onto his back, blinking up at a now hovering Tom above him.
He reached out with his hand and placed it on Harry's cheek before leaning down. The first touch of their lips against each other sent a jolt of excitement through Harry, so he was annoyed when it was just a whisper of a touch. Just when he wanted to protest when Tom pulled away, Tom leaned back down.
This time, he pushed harder and moved his lips against Harry's until he nipped at Harry's bottom lip, begging without words for Harry to open up. Harry was lost at the feelings that coursed through him and didn't deny Tom entrance.
Tom eagerly licked into his mouth, and Harry groaned at the tongue moving against his. He pushed his hands into Tom's hair, wanting to destroy the put-together look the other teen always had.
Tom was now fully hovering over him, not touching him anywhere other than where his lips and hands were already making Harry undone.
The kiss became more heated when Harry pulled on Tom's locks, and finally, with a groan, Tom put his weight on Harry.
They both moaned when their clothed cocks touched, and Harry couldn't contain his hips and trusted up roughly against Tom. He lost himself in the feeling of Tom above him. He had fantasized about this and couldn't believe this was happening with Tom of all people, but it felt so good .
It didn't take long for them both to be moving uncontrollably against each other, both just teenagers and full of hormones. They moved to the high Harry had only found with his own hand and some fumbling with Ginny back in his sixth year and after the war, before he found out about the love potions.
''Hadrian-'' Tom panted against his lips in Parseltongue, making Harry's cock dribble even more precum. He shivered in delight. Shit, since when had that become a kink?!
''Tom, fuck-'' He moaned, and it seemed he wasn't the only one with a Parseltongue kink because Tom trusted even harder against him three more times before he moaned out loud and came in his pants. Harry couldn't believe he had made Tom cum and lose control like that. He himself was barely hanging on. He moaned when Tom kissed and bit his neck and felt himself fall over the edge, his body pulled taut, and he groaned into Tom's neck.
They lay there panting for a few moments, Tom with his face pressed against the side of Harry's neck, kissing and licking the same place where he had bit him and made him lose control. Harry shivered from the attention and pulled away when it became too sensitive, and the stickiness in his pants became annoying.
He pushed against Tom's shoulder, and he easily rolled off him, Harry then waved his hand to clean them both up and felt the awkwardness settle in.
''So- that was nice.'' He cringed from his own words before Tom snorted.
''Yes, it was. When are we doing that again?'' Tom replied. Harry turned to frown at him.
What was he playing at? Were they even going to do this again?
Well, Harry wouldn't be opposed, but what they had was fine, wasn't it?
''Uh, I don't know, but I do know that I am starving and am going to the Great Hall to see the uproar that surely will happen after yesterday.''
Tom looked at him incredulously before he donned his stoic mask and nodded. They both got dressed quickly and walked to the Great Hall together, only to split up to their own House tables for breakfast.
''Hadrian!'' Charlus said immediately when they spotted him, and he made his way to his friends.
''What happened? You didn't come back, and they say Pollux is arrested and Dumbledore is gone, and Merrythought waltzed in this morning in the common room looking for you and-''
''Breathe, Charlie, please,'' Harry said with a gentle smile. Charlus looked at him for a moment before a beaming smile spread over his face at the nickname Harry just used.
''Can I call you Harry then?''
Harry's heart squeezed in pain, but he nodded at Charlus. Nobody called him Harry anymore.
The rumor mill was already going wild through Hogwarts, and Harry couldn't help but be amused. Merrythought found him while he was still eating breakfast and grabbed him by the ear to drag him with her. Thankfully, it didn't hurt, though he could've done without the humiliation of being dragged away like this.
But it was Merrythought. Did he really expect anything else?
''Mister Peverell, first and foremost, you're going with me to the Hospital wing and will get a full health scan.''
''Really, Professor, it isn't nece-''
''YOU WILL GO TO THE HOSPITAL WING, OR MY WIFE WILL KILL ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!'' She screeched.
''Sir, yes, sir!'' Harry automatically responded, making Merrythought stop in her tracks. Harry quickly apologized. ''I mean, yes madam!''
She narrowed her eyes and thankfully released his ear before pushing him in the general direction of the Hospital wing.
''Secondly, I want to apologize for what you've been through, Mister Peverell,'' She said this sincerely, and Harry gave her a smile.
''It wasn't anything you could help, Professor.''
She scoffs but doesn't respond, clearly disagreeing with Harry's words.
The matron checked him over and responded positively to the changes his body had gone through since coming to the Hospital wing for the first time.
He already expected no remaining problems from yesterday since Tom had made sure McLaggen couldn't do anything to him.
''Madam, can I ask you something?'' Harry asked a bit nervously.
''Of course, dear, how can I help you?'' She asked happily while putting down the results of his test.
''Is it true that wizards can get pregnant?'' He asked softly, feeling mortified to ask this, but who else would answer him truthfully and with enough information so he would not get pregnant?
''Ah,'' Her face softened when she saw how nervous he was and she immediately accioed some pamphlets from her office. ''Yes, this is true. Don't worry, dear. Male pregnancies mostly happen when a couple is very powerful and magically compatible. It can happen, but most couples need potions to help them conceive. Are you sexually active?''
Harry was pretty sure his face couldn't get any redder and shook his head quickly, not counting what he did with Tom this morning. They hadn't touched down there, so it didn't count, right?!
The explanation of the matron also didn't calm him down exactly. He knew he was powerful, so he needed to be careful if he ever would have sex with another male.
The matron simply smiled at him and gave him the pamphlets to read through them in his own time and get more information.
''If you ever have any questions or start to feel queasy after intercourse, please come to me, Mister Peverell.''
Harry just squeaked in response, beyond horrified, before he rushed out of the Hospital wing.
He definitely ignored her amused laughter when he fled. He could understand why she was with Merrythought. The evil, evil woman.
At dinner, Slughorn made the announcement that shocked most of the school into silence.
''My dear students, it's with a grave heart that I tell you this. Mr. Dumbledore was arrested late last night and will not come back to Hogwarts. Headmaster Dippet has decided to step down and will be replaced as soon as possible. Professor Merrythought will take over as Head of Gryffindor House, and I will take the responsibility of Deputy Headmaster to help the future Headmaster run this fine establishment. I know this news will be a shock to you all, but we assure you that Hogwarts will flourish in the future.'' He told them solemnly. A lot of denials were shouted through the hall, but Harry was silent. He saw his friends watching him, probably dying to ask what actually happened, but they knew he wouldn't tell in the Great Hall.
He did feel for Minerva. She was crying openly, not understanding how her mentor could have been arrested like this.
Harry wasn't surprised when his friends practically dragged him to their dorm, which now contained four beds instead of five.
''Hadrian-'' Billius started hesitantly. ''-what happened?''
Harry scrubbed his hand through his hair before starting to tell them. They were shocked and angry when they heard about McLaggen drugging Harry and almost taking advantage of him. They were also surprised to hear that Tom had helped Hadrian without assaulting him.
They then flew almost in a rage when he told them how Dumbledore tried to pin everything on Tom as if the truth wouldn't come forth.
Harry told them with a laugh how he completely demolished Dumbledore and the two Aurors with his words and how Dumbledore and McLaggen had gotten arrested.
They did laugh with him, but he could tell they were having troubling feelings about all of it.
''I can't understand why he would do such a thing,'' Charlus said with a frown.
''Who? McLaggen or Dumbles?'' Harry asked before taking another bite out of his chocolate frog.
''Both, but mostly Dumbledore. I know he wasn't the good guy. You made sure we knew that especially after he tried to force Hector into a warzone-'' Charlus said with a wave at Hector, who was relaxing on his stomach with his head resting on his folded arms.
''But everyone looked up to him. I mean, why-'' He wavered for a moment again, and Harry nodded in understanding.
''He manipulated everyone. Everyone who isn't a Slytherin or Ravenclaw thinks he is the second coming of Merlin, and I admit, he's powerful, but his most dangerous talent is manipulating people. I won't even be surprised if some of the evidence gets 'lost' and he won't go to Azkaban, but if I can help it, he will.'' Harry told them with a frown.
''We're with you, Hadrian,'' Hector told him with a smile. ''You are the one who made sure I will be safe in the future. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't popped the bubble surrounding Dumbledore.''
They all nodded, and Harry felt himself filled with his friends' warmth.
''So, quick question: who gave you that hickey? You look like you've been mauled,'' Billius asked with a smirk.
Harry turned beet red and looked the other way.
He hated Tom Riddle.
A/N notes;
Harry; Tom was really sweet, what is he planning? Maybe now the UST is finally gone, and we can kick ass and take names!
Tom only thinking about Harry and wanting him forever at his side; I have no idea what I'm doing. Alexander! What am I feeling!?
Alexander Nott deadpan and done with everything; Horny.
Harry; If I keep saying I hate him, it must be true, right?!
Death; Whatever you say Master.
Tom; He hates me!
Death sighing; Are you sure?
SOOO THOUGHTS?! I know, I know, bit of shortie, but I couldn't find the right way to cut it off... I hope you still liked it though!
I loved how badass Harry was and how much of simp Tom is.. *sigh*
P.S. There is talk about Mpreg, but it won't be a Mpreg fic! I PROMISE!
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