AN: Another chapter is finally done! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter because I had a lot of fun writing it.
I'm super excited for the upcoming chapters because we will be reaching the end soon.
For those wondering, while I did make a triad between Tom/Harry/Severus, Tom/Severus is not going to happen because they do not feel that way for each other. The ships are Tom/Harry, and Severus/Harry, with Tom and Severus putting aside their possessive/jealous nature because they trust each other. I will not change my mind on this, so I'm sorry if you were wanting a Tom/Severus, but that is just not possible.
Harry had never been so apprehensive about meeting Severus before, not since they had become so close at least. He didn't know what to say to him or how to broach the topic of the growing feelings for Tom. He couldn't even pinpoint when the shift in his feelings had begun, only fully becoming aware of them in the past two weeks.
They had likely been there for a while now, but he had either outright ignored them, or denied them so vehemently that they were barely noticeable. In the end, he lied to himself. Harry wasn't sure if that was impressive, or if it was troubling. For now, he settled on both.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had missed. One thing he missed was the way Severus commented on his closeness with Tom a few months ago. At the time, he hadn't thought much of the comment, figuring it was just an observation. Severus saw things similar to Hermione, but with even more detail and precision. The man was a spy for a reason after all. He had trained himself to see the small subtleties of others and the way they reacted to certain things. His trained eyes could catch the smallest change in expression.
Harry took a deep breath, wondering what it was that Severus had already seen regarding him. Had he seen his crush on Tom develop? Had the beautiful onyx eyes caught his blush, or the small smile he would save for the journal? Maybe he had even seen the way he smiled fondly when recounting plans or conversations he had with Tom.
His racing thoughts terrified him, dreading any of the answers his treacherous mind came up with. He closed his eyes for a moment, dispelling the thoughts in order to clear his head. No matter how afraid of this conversation he was, he needed to be calm. Panicking about the conversation would only make things worse.
With his racing heart, the seventh year makes his way to the dungeons and down the familiar trek to Severus' courters. Taking a breath, he entered the welcoming rooms, dimly wondering if this would be the last time he was allowed entrance. The mere thought makes his heart sink, but when he feels Severus' presence nearby, it does ease his tension slightly.
"Amortentia?" Harry comments as he enters the personal brewing rooms, immediately noting the pleasant aroma wafting through the air. There were a few cauldrons in the corner, placed within the confines of a containment spell. As soon as he got a closer look, he was grimacing, noticing the green sheen that was evident in many poisons. "Let me guess; if it's inhaled, it poisons the person?" He saw lips twitch slightly, an appraising look in the dark eyes that made him swallow hard, flushing slightly.
"Unfortunately," Severus drawled out. "I caught it before it erupted," Harry winced at that, knowing exactly what could have happened if air bubbles became trapped in the boiling potion. It would have made the reactions even worse.
"How did they manage to turn this into a poison?" Harry moved closer to get a better look at the potions, pondering on what could have caused it to become so unsteady. "The only thing I can imagine is that they either added all the Ashwinder eggs at once, or they pricked their finger on the rose thorn early on and didn't catch it." He mused, knowing none of the other ingredients could have created a poison. His eyes widened at Severus' next words.
"You are correct on both accounts," Harry choked on a laugh, shaking his head again. Merlin, no wonder the potion had become so volatile in a matter of moments. It would have been bad enough with one of the two mistakes, but both?
"I'm glad you caught it. How did you figure it was both?" Harry asked, genuinely curious. He felt himself blush when the warm body came forward, sliding against his. A hand landed on his hip, giving a gentle squeeze as deep words spoke lowly, near his flushed ear.
"The pearl dust," Severus informed slowly, motioning towards the shimmer within the containment bottle. "Under the light, it appeared red instead of pale pink," Harry hummed in understanding, withholding a shudder as his hip was gently squeezed again. "I caught Mr. Creevey," Harry grimaced at the name, thinking of the younger wizard and the annoying camera that used to follow him around. "Throwing them all in at once." Harry made a face at that.
"I have no idea why Slughorn passed him," From what he had observed over the years, Colin wasn't the most studious. He was extremely nice, though, and he did have a good eye for photography. He wasn't sure if he would pursue a career with that in the muggle world or try to land a job in the wizarding world.
He hoped that with Dumbledore gone, they could reintroduce classes on Wizard traditions for the muggleborns and half-bloods. If they had a muggle studies class, they needed a Wizard tradition class too.
"He erred in several ways when he returned," Severus mumbled. "I will not let it happen again," Harry smiled at the words, heart fluttering softly in his chest. If there was anything that Severus was passionate about, it was his potions. He had high standards but for obvious reasons. Potion-making could be dangerous, if not done correctly. Merlin knows how many accidents he has seen over the years.
"I take it you have something you want to implement?" Harry asked, smiling at the sensation of lips ghosting across his head, featherlight but still leaving tingles in its wake.
"For those in the NEWT classes, yes," Severus spoke. "After this year, there will be an exam given near the beginning of the year. They will have two weeks to prepare. Failure of the exam will result in being kicked from the class." Harry hummed in surprise, but he couldn't deny how crucial the change would be.
"It's a good idea," Harry mumbled. "NEWT level classes are taken because of the impact it has on our career. If someone is in the class, they need to retain that knowledge in general, not memorize it for an exam the next day and then forget it," He began, going quiet after a few moments.
"Precisely," Severus agreed, but there was something else in his voice. When Harry turned to look at him, he found dark eyes locked on him. His heart thudded loudly in his ears, a flush blossoming over his cheeks. "Something is on your mind." It wasn't a question, Harry noted, surprised that his lover could tell so quickly. Severus gently tilted his chin up, peering at him with a look of contemplation, a hint of concern in the depths of his dark eyes. Mouth going dry, Harry's cheeks warmed up further as he tried to ignore the pounding of his heart which so desperately wanted to jump out of his chest. Before he could even open his mouth to say anything, Severus was leading him to the living space and the sofa that he had once spent many nights on.
"Uh," He began, thoughts racing a mile a minute. "Sorry," Harry apologized, closing his eyes when long fingers burrowed in his hair, stroking the strands slowly. "Hermione and I visited the twins today, but when we returned is when I learned of the Lestranges' demise." He started off with something small, not wanting to jump into the full situation. Even if he was a Gryffindor, there were some things that were even too reckless for him. "I was a little surprised, given that it was supposed to take place a month from now,"
"I was surprised as well," Severus confessed, still stroking his hair. The gentle movement and sensation helped ground Harry, keeping him from slipping into an anxious mess.
"I asked Tom what happened to make him kill them so early. Apparently, Bellatrix said some extremely derogatory remarks about Half-bloods that even he took offense to. However, the final nail in the coffin was when she insulted me and made a few threats to kill me," He felt the hand slow down for a second, tension obvious in the older wizard's shoulders. "After saying she should have killed me beside Sirius two years ago," He finished with a sigh.
"She was more of an idiot than I realized-" Severus' voice was deep, with a darkness to it that made Harry's breath catch low in his throat. "If she thought she could say that in front of the Dark Lord and live." The blush that had only started to fade away came back tenfold, lips parting in shock briefly. "He is not subtle with his affection for you," Fighting off another blush, Harry opened his mouth.
"It wasn't obvious to me," Harry mumbled, earning an eyebrow that was raised in surprise. "I didn't figure out Tom had…those sorts of feelings for me until Luna said something when she was in one of her trances," He licked his lips, feeling hot all over.
"You weren't aware of the Dark Lord's feelings?" Swallowing hard, Harry shook his head.
"No. I wasn't aware until a few hours ago," Harry confessed, chewing his bottom lip. "It all started when Luna prophesized Macnair being the next Death Eater to be killed," He stated, watching the interest flicker on his lover's face. "After that, she said Slytherin protects those they care about most, and I thought she was referring to you at first, because I know that you would," There was a protective inferno blazing in Severus' eyes.
"In a heartbeat," Severus mumbled, dark voice making him swallow hard, fighting the wave of terror that wanted to roll through him at the upcoming words he had to speak.
"But then Luna said I had Slytherin's heart…and it took me an hour to realize what she meant." Harry sighed. "Because the way she worded it hadn't been plural, but a singular person instead. There's only one person I know who could be labeled as Slytherin like that. That's how I realized she was referring to Tom and his feelings for me," Harry breathed out. "Merlin knows I'm oblivious to stuff like that. It took me months to figure out you felt the same," Harry tried to joke, but it fell flat even to his own ears.
"I see," Severus spoke slowly, his expression flickering between contemplation and another emotion that he couldn't quite identify.
"I take it you figured it out a lot sooner than I had?" Harry mumbled, closing his eyes again when the warm hand continued stroking his hair. "Hermione's hypothesized for about a month apparently. She was proven right today." Severus considered that as he slowly spoke up.
"I had my suspicions, but they were proven correct the night Dumbledore first attacked you." Harry went completely quiet as he listened, letting his lover explain. "The Dark Lord hides his emotions well at times, but that night he was beside himself with worry," Harry remembered all too well. Tom hadn't slept at all and was only pacified when he came to see him. That was the first time the man had hugged him. The more he thought about it, the more Harry realized Tom had lingered in the embrace, as if he didn't want to let him go.
It went silent for a moment and as Harry tried to think of how to break it and inform his lover of his own feelings, Severus broke the silence for him.
"I imagine you became aware of your own feelings today as well?" At the simple words, Harry felt the world freeze around him, his heart dropping as his veins turned into ice, fear sinking into his very core. Hermione had been right again, hadn't she? Severus had noticed his emotions, even when he hadn't. With the coldness settling into his very bones, Harry didn't know if he should laugh or cry. But right now, he couldn't do either. He had to get through this.
"I don't understand," Harry began, unable to look into the dark eyes that could so easily tear his heart apart. "I've only just realized…how did you.." Panic wanted to choke him as his eyes started to sting, his body fighting off the urge to shake. Vaguely, he heard a soft curse as warm arms enveloped him, tugging him into a familiar chest. A jumble of words was soon flowing from his lips, the fear dripping off each syllable. "I don't have plans to act on these feelings. I was going to let them fade. You can use my truth spell Alítheia on me if you don't believe me, or you can use vertesserem-" Harry rambled, shaking in the other wizards' arms, unaware of the way they tightened immediately. "I'm sorry," He rushed out, unaware of the apologies that slipped past his trembling lips.
Don't leave me, please. Was what Harry wanted to desperately say, but the fear stuck to his throat, his heart pounding hard. If he lost Severus…
Harry felt the way Severus tensed and immediately assumed the worst, heart sinking further as he clung to the robes, face hidden in the smooth material. This was it, wasn't it? He was going to lose him.
However, Severus didn't push him away or demand that he leave. Instead, the older wizard leaned down and spoke deeply, lips inches away from his ear.
"I will never leave you," He promised, his voice dark and passionate, a low growl to it that took Harry by surprise. "Don't think that for a moment, Harry." Exhaling shakily, Harry let his fingers relax, no longer gripping the material tightly. He took another breath, trying to get his heartbeat to return to normal. "You mean a great deal to me," Harry let the words sink in. After a few minutes of letting his breath come back, he was speaking up in a soft voice.
"I love you, Severus. I was afraid that I would lose you because of this." Harry breathed out, heart only just starting to slow down, no longer thudding wildly. "You mean so much to me," His words were raspy, but so sincere as he relaxed in the wizard's arms, no longer trembling.
"I love you too," Severus whispered back, one of his hands stroking up and down his spine, offering another level of comfort. "You won't lose me, I promise." Harry breathed out in relief, feeling lips ghost across his hair. "I noticed your feelings for him started to rise more this past month," Severus began, keeping his voice slow and careful in order to hinder another panic attack.
"Was I that obvious?" Harry mumbled, relaxing as Severus continued to gently stroke his back up and down.
"Not at first," Severus' gentle voice mumbled back. "However, the closer we became, the more I noticed your reactions." Harry hummed at that, thinking back to how close he and Hermione were. They knew how the other felt with just a look. It made his heart flutter at the knowledge that he and Severus had reached that point as well. "It would be foolish of me to ignore the fact you care deeply for him," Harry swallowed hard, hesitantly looking up to meet his lover's eyes, still dreading what he would find.
He gasped when a finger gently tilted his chin up, lips claiming his own in a deep, sensual kiss. Harry closed his eyes with a soft hum, kissing back as his lover mapped out his mouth with a skilled tongue. When they broke apart, Harry panted softly, face flushed when Severus gently coaxed him to meet his eyes again.
There was no anger or disappointment behind the onyx eyes, and Harry felt immense relief fill him, heart beating lighter. He leaned into the warm touch, breathing much easier than he had since discovering Tom's feelings, on top of his own. There was still something behind those dark eyes and he took a small breath. "Severus?" He asked, knowing the man had more he wanted to say.
"I am a possessive man," Severus commented after a second of silence, trying to gather his words. "However, if you wish to also pursue a relationship with the Dark Lord, I would not be opposed." Harry felt his lips part in shock, closing them when his lover looked at him with a hint of amusement.
"You would be open to a triad?" The Gryffindor asked, more than a little surprised at the answer. In all honesty, in his best-case scenario to all of this, he had been expecting to let go of his feelings for Tom. This wasn't something he had thought possible, given how jealous his lover could be.
"For you, yes." Severus ran a hand through his hair, fingernails gently scraping against his scalp. "I could not ask you to remove your feelings for the Dark Lord because I can see how deep it goes," Harry nearly flinched at that, knowing that deep down, Severus was right. He might not have been able to remove his feelings for Tom if they were already this strong. However, that didn't mean he would have been incapable of ignoring them. There were plenty of crushes he had in the past and never acted on. Although, he also knew that his feelings for Tom were much stronger than a mere crush.
"Are you sure this is something you want?" Harry asked after the shock died down, wanting to make sure this was a path Severus was okay with. "I am happy with you, Severus." He promised, smiling when he was pulled into a chaste, but sweet kiss. He kissed back, holding onto his lover.
"I know you are," Severus' deep voice was soothing and gentle as he spoke clearly, wanting to keep his lover calm. "However, I know he would also make you happy," Harry flushed darkly, wanting to say something but unable to come up with a response, knowing that once again, Severus was right. "I trust him as well," Severus confessed, their eyes locking. "I know he would do anything to make you happy." Hearing the words made his heart flutter erratically, flushing darkly.
"If you're sure about this," Harry began, taking Severus' hand and intertwining their fingers. "Then I would like to talk to Tom about the possibility at some point." He pressed closer, chewing on his bottom lip. "For now, I want to just be with you."
He heard the slight hitch in Severus' breath and a soft groan before he was tugged into a passionate kiss.
Later that night, as Severus pinned him to the bed, the older wizard made sure to remind him that he would never leave him.
"Severus," Harry gasped out, bucking into the hand that was wrapped around his leaking cock, panting at the soft lips that kissed every inch of skin they could land on.
"I will never leave you," Severus promised again, claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. "I will make sure you remember that fact," The deep voice breathed out, replacing his hand with his mouth as he swallowed him down. Harry choked on a moan, fingers threading through the silky hair.
Needless to say, he hadn't lasted long.
"Good morning," Hermione smiled at him from the sofa when he returned to Gryffindor Tower. She giggled in surprise when her friend immediately moved closer, pulling her into a friendly hug. "What's this for, Harry?"
"For convincing me to talk to Severus yesterday," Harry mumbled, grinning softly. "Looks like I was overthinking things again," Hermione laughed, playfully tilting her head to gaze at him.
"You seem to do that a lot," She teased, tone good-natured as she gently grabbed his arm. "I am happy everything is okay though. I know it must have terrified you to have that conversation with him. I am proud of you for facing that fear."
"In the end, I really didn't need to," Harry confessed. "Severus figured out my feelings for Tom long before I did. He reassured me that he would never leave me," A smile broke across his face as he said that, blushing to himself as the memory from last night resurfaced. He would not forget that night for the rest of his life.
"That's wonderful! I'm glad everything worked out." Hermione smiled brightly, pausing when a different blush settled on her friend's face as he bit his lips again, trying to stop another smile from spreading. Her eyebrow quirked in interest, knowing there was something else.
"That's not all," Harry confessed shyly, eyes bright. "He's open to me also dating Tom if Tom agrees to the triad." Hermione lit up as she took her friend's hand, squeezing gently as excitement for her friend ran through her.
"I'm so happy for you!" She grinned as his smile grew more, his own excitement starting to shine through his emerald-green eyes. "When do you plan on talking about it with Tom?" Hermione questioned, unable to help herself. She wanted to know all she could.
"Sometime today. I talked about it with Severus, and he agreed that talking to him either today or tonight would be best." Harry said, running a hand through his hair. "
"Are you worried?" Hermione asked, making Harry pause as he considered his answer.
"I don't know." He confessed. "There is always the possibility that he might say no to this, and I've come to terms with that I think." Harry shrugged. "It will hurt if that is the case, but that is one concern I have." Hermione nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
"You know I'm here if you need to talk about it, Harry. You're not alone." She smiled at him, making him offer a small one in return. He gave her a quiet "I know," as they pulled away.
When Hermione left to finish getting ready for the day, Harry pulled out his journal and quill, writing carefully.
Can I visit at some point today or tonight? It wasn't long before a response appeared on the page, the script as neat as ever.
You're welcome to visit me whenever you wish. You don't need to ask. Smiling, Harry touched the words, flushing darkly.
Wanted to make sure you weren't going to be in the middle of a Death Eater meeting. I don't think they would appreciate it if I showed up unannounced.
Nonsense. Most of them are extremely fond of you, especially the ones currently in my inner circle. Lucius in particular is impressed by your ambition, as well as your determination to see Dumbledore fall." Harry chuckled softly, thinking back to the small interactions he had with the blonde. My inner circle appreciates all you have done to remove Dumbledore.
It wasn't just me. Albus dug his own grave in the end. I was just there to bury it. He felt amusement through their bond, grinning to himself. I do have something I want to discuss with you later. It's important.
Am I to assume this is regarding the emotions I felt from you yesterday and last night? Harry winced, having forgotten about his panic with Severus and the fact that Tom must have felt it too. Merlin, he must have given Tom multiple scares yesterday.
Partially. I promise that everything is okay. I will explain it all later.
I should hope so. You have no idea how close I was to apparating to your side last night. Harry licked his lips, staring at the words with a soft expression as he smiled more. If anyone has bothered you, I will take care of them.
No one's done anything recently. I promise that you would be one of the first to know. It looked like that had done the trick because Tom was soon writing back.
Good. With all the injustice you have been dealt, some from my own hands, you deserve the world. His eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing. Deserve the world? He flushed darker the more he stared at the sweet words. He had to shove it away for now, needing to focus on the other thing Tom wrote.
I've forgiven you for that, Tom. You were not the man you are now. With how many times you split your soul, it's a wonder that you were even able to perform any magic. I know one thing for certain, if you had more of your soul that night, you would not have attacked me. I trust you with my life, and I don't give my trust to just anyone.
You are far too forgiving. Harry smiled at the words, feeling the wave of warmth and longing that came from Tom, despite the man's obvious attempt to conceal it. He closed his eyes and answered it with his own, breathing out in a slow exhale.
And you should not blame yourself for actions performed with less than five percent of your soul. Harry reminded kindly. You have proven how much you care time and time again. I forgave you the moment you offered me a place on your side. No one had ever given me the chance to decide until then. It was always about fighting for the light. And when I told you I would consider the dark, you didn't push. You respected my decision and let me remain neutral. And when I came around to accepting the fact that I considered myself on your side, you never once questioned it and let me do what I wanted. That level of freedom is something I dreamed of for so long. Harry took a deep breath, hand cramping from all his writing.
Merlin, he had not meant to say so much.
I'm sorry that you have never been given freedom until now. That will change. After Dumbledore is gone, you will no longer have to pretend to be anything you are not. I will ensure that anyone who dares to try and make you fight will meet a swift end. They should not have put the weight of the world on your shoulders. You are not their atlas.
I can already imagine some of Dumbledore's followers being outraged when they learn I plan on sticking to the education career path instead of being an Auror. They will have to deal with it. Harry smiled, adding another line. I am curious though. Since I'm not their atlas, what do you imagine I am? He could feel the tenderness coming from Tom and he shivered slightly, lips parting in shock as he gasped at the answer.
Apollo. The god of knowledge, education, brightness, and beauty. Harry felt his face burn with a deep flush that trailed all the way down his neck. You carry all of the traits Apollo does.
Merlin. His green eyes stare at the word beauty, chest flaring with warmth.
Harry swallowed hard and shakily stood up, waving his hand to spell his quill to respond for him, his hand trembling too much to grip the quill.
Are you sure you're not referring to yourself, Tom? You've described yourself perfectly too. Harry held his breath at the sudden silence and stillness from their shared bond, wondering if he had gone too far. However, words appeared on the page, not nearly as neat as they had previously been.
Harry, come here. Please. Mouth going dry, he slowly closed the journal, waving his hand to send his items into his bag. Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes and apparated to Riddle Manor, coming face to face with a flushed Tom Riddle, who was seated at his desk like always.
The usual paperwork was tossed to the side, the journal in its place. Harry bit his lips, watching as Tom gripped the corner of his desk, a gleam in his crimson eyes. He sucked in a steadying breath and decided to channel that Gryffindor bravery he so often ignored.
With confident steps, he walked over to Tom and did something he so often joked about during the past few months.
He sat on his lap, earning a gasp of surprise as strong hands gripped his hips, crimson eyes blazing with heat. Those hands squeezed his hips, a slight tremble to them as they tightened their hold as if they were afraid that he would vanish. Harry leaned down to whisper in his ear, voice automatically slipping into Parseltongue.
:Is now a good time to talk?: He gasped as he was hoisted closer, their hips pressed together as Tom spoke in a broken voice that made Harry shudder.
:You are playing a dangerous game: Tom warned, nose brushing against his pulse point. :I know you and Severus are together: Harry could hear the shakiness in Tom's words, his heart starting to race as the man spoke up again. :And as much as I wish I could be the one to hold you at night as he does: Harry felt his heart flutter, face warming more as Tom breathed against his ear. :I will not betray Severus like that, no matter how deeply I yearn for you.:
:And if Severus was fine with this?: Harry asked, choking on his breath as a broken sound left Tom's throat, lips slowly brushing against the underside of his jaw, afraid to press for more. Harry realized that the man was afraid of losing his control, afraid of going too far, but still unable to help himself from lingering. :That he is open to the possibility of a triad because he saw how much I loved you too?: Harry doesn't know where the confession came from, but it was true and he was done denying it because he had done so for far too long. He heard Tom suck in his breath as if he were a dying man, their bond saturated in confusion, but pure delight.
:Harry..: Tom shifted, cupping the Gryffindor's cheeks as he tilted his face up, forcing them to make eye contact. When green and red met, it was like an electrical current passed through their bodies, the pair unable to look away. :You mean to tell me…: Tom stroked his cheeks worshipfully, a look of pure reverence on his face.
:This is what I wanted to talk about: Harry explained, leaning into the touch with a satisfied sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. :Severus and I discussed it last night. He was surprised that I wasn't aware of your attraction towards me until yesterday: He reopened his eyes, focusing on the small flush that dusted over Tom's cheeks. :I was afraid last night because I didn't know how Severus would respond to my feelings for you. I knew he could be jealous because I had seen it a few times, and I was worried about how he would react to my feelings for you. However, he surprised me with his reaction. He told me that he knew you would also make me happy, and that out of everyone else, you were the only other person he trusted to do that.: Harry blushed as he spoke, chewing on his bottom lip.
:Severus and Lucius were the ones who helped me gather my wayward horcruxes, and he was also the one who helped me perform the ritual to reabsorb all the souls back in, save for you and Nagini. I also trust him deeply, especially with you. Had anyone else wanted to pursue a relationship with you, I would have thought them inadequate and not good enough for you.: Harry felt his very being tingle at Tom's words, unable to stop his magic from reacting and sending his feeling of love and warmth through their bond. Thinking back to Tom's words, he knew that the trust was mutual between Severus and Tom, and it was a relief that they were close as well. Before he could dwell on it further, a memory came back of a conversation about Tom's Horcruxes.
:I thought that you decided to keep the cup?: Harry asked, remembering how Tom had stated that the only one Dumbledore apparently didn't know about was the Hufflepuff cup, which he said was stored in a safe location.
:I did at first, but two months ago I decided to retrieve it and undo the Horcrux ritual. My only two Horcruxes left are you and Nagini. I didn't want to risk having more than two, after everything that happened.: Harry nodded at that, soon flushing when Tom's hands squeezed his hips again, eyes half-lidded.
"Uh," Harry began, flushing at the look of vibrant affection, heart skipping a beat. "Now that you know Severus is okay with a triad between us, do you want to try this?" Harry asked, leaning into the warm touch again. "Because I have fallen in love with you too, Tom. I don't know how it happened-" A thumb pressed against his lips, cutting him off.
"I love you too, Harry. I've never felt anything this strongly before. I will not let you go once I have you. You will be mine too." Harry sucked in a breath, a soft sound escaping his lips as Tom tugged him closer. "And the only other person I trust with your heart is also Severus. You're ours, aren't you?" Tom whispered. A barely-there moan slipped past Harry's lips as he croaked out.
"Yes." He agreed, watching the happiness and satisfaction settle into Tom's eyes, the older wizard smiling softly at him. "I am yours, just as you are mine." Those crimson eyes filled with more satisfaction at his words, a gleam shining within them, his smile softening even more.
He knew from experience that Tom's soft smile was only reserved for him.
"Like Severus, I am also a possessive man." Tom began, leaning closer so that their noses were almost brushing. "But I would be happy to share your affections with him. My heart already belongs to you." Harry wrapped his arms around the sweet-talking wizard, dragging him down for a gentle kiss, pouring his love and devotion into it.
Tom responded in kind, smiling against the Gryffindor's lips as their bond dripped with adoration and love. When they broke apart, they both had a smile on their faces.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" Tom asked softly, kissing the corner of his mouth and under his jaw. Harry tilted his head to the side, giving a little more room.
"If you'll have me," Harry teased, gasping at a playful nip just under his ear. "I take it that means you want me to stay?" He innocently asked, smirking as he received another small nip.
:I would always want you,: Tom purred out, the shift in language making Harry swallow hard, not used to hearing it used in a seductive way.
:Something tells me you're a romantic at heart,: Harry teased, grinning at the soft, but fond huff. :I love it,: He purred back, pulling him down for another kiss. :I also love that I'm the only one who gets to hear it.: He purred again, pressing against his new lover.
Just like his lovers, Harry could be possessive too.
He heard the hitch in Tom's breath, which turned into a soft growl as lips eagerly claimed his own again, a tongue slipping into his mouth, taking advantage of the position to kiss him deeply.
:Something tells me you will be the death of me: Tom teased back once they broke apart, their lips wet and kiss swollen, a flush on both of their cheeks. :What a wonderful way to go,: Snorting, Harry opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by another passionate kiss, one that left him breathless and tingling all over.
Now that the triad is in the works, I can start to write the final chapters and the conclusion to this story! I've got an idea of how I want certain things to go now. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with it so far.
And again, I'm sorry for those who wanted it to only be Snarry.
Please remember to R&R