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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry and Tom were having dinner with Mulciber there, eyeing Harry warily, and Harry had had enough. He sighed and set down his fork. “Is there something you want to say to me?” He asked irritably.

Mulciber dropped his eyes to his plate and shook his head.

“Good. Then stop staring. It’s annoying.” Harry said.

Tom chuckled. “He’s not used to us having company. You can speak freely, Mulciber, Harry knows all about me and is privy to everything. I’m keeping nothing from my consort.”

“It’s nothing, My Lord.” He said.

Tom hummed. “If you say so.” He said.

The meal was finished in mostly silence, Harry making a few comments about the school year, asking what Tom would teach.

“I intend to build on last year’s lesson plans. They are not terrible. Of course, some of it will need to be revised. You will learn plenty, don’t worry.” He assured Harry.

Harry had one glass of wine with his meal, then he and Tom retired to Tom's study downstairs and had another glass each.

“There is a matter that needs to be addressed. While I was at the school, D—” Tom gritted his teeth and continued, “someone said something that I need to tell you and Severus. It is a matter of great importance. However, this person put me under a lip-locker. There may be a way around it via Legilimency for someone skilled enough, but whoever was looking would have to do some digging, I would assume, to subvert the Occlumency shields that were left to guard the knowledge. And…” Tom sighed. “The only person I want in my head to that extent is you. There are thoughts about you that I cannot have your father see. And live to tell the tale.” He finished.

Harry flushed. “Aren’t you worried, knowing what you know, that the thoughts could set back my recovery?” He asked.

Tom hummed and nodded. “It is a concern, but I would hope by now you might find them more interesting than frightening. Also, they are just thoughts. Things I would like to try with you, fantasies, but there is no demand that we actually go through with any of them. It is a want, not a need. I just don’t want your father seeing any of it. And deciding to discuss it with me.” He added with a face of distaste.

Harry laughed. “I’m willing to try, but I might need to have Dad guide me through looking. But we can give it a shot right now, if you want.”

Tom hummed. “Yes, with you tipsy. That will go so well.”

Harry drew his wand. “What, are you afraid?” He teased.

Tom eyed his wand. “A little bit, yes, I am not ashamed to say.” He said.

Harry caught his eye. “Hold still.”

“Seriously?” Tom asked.

“Deadly.” Harry answered, and cast, “Legilimens.” He dove in and skirted around stray bits of fear and apprehension, digging deeper. There were a surprising amount of lewd thoughts and fantasies involving Harry, who ignored them and dug deeper. He surmised it was Dumbledore who had cast the curse and focused on memories of him.

There were a lot of Tom when he was young, and all of them showed either Dumbledore dismissing the bullying he was under or disapproving of something he had done, none of which were particularly heinous crimes. It was the same small deeds that had been ignored when Harry, Ron and Hermione had done them.

Harry looked for more recent memories and found a slew of memories of Tom in his glamour, meeting with the man.

He dug around, and found the meeting from earlier that day. They were discussing Voldemort and then—a wall.

Harry growled and tried to go around it. It moved with him.

He tried to go through it. It was rock-solid.

He sighed and bashed against it.

“Ow!” Tom's mental voice shouted.

Harry hummed. “Yeah, well, this is going to be painful, but it might do the trick.” He replied. He turned into a cannon and fired a single blast at the wall. It fractured, Tom screamed, and he was forcibly ejected from the man's mind.

“Did it work?” He asked.

Tom sighed and rubbed at his temples. “Dumbledore wants you to die when you face Voldemort.” He muttered sullenly. “And I have a splitting headache.” He added with a glare at Harry.

Harry brightened. “I got through!” He said happily, then, “He wants me dead?” He asked, frowning.

Tom sighed again. “He wants the horcrux inside you dead, and for that, you must die, yes.”

Harry hummed. “Dad's not going to like that.” He said.

Tom stared at him incredulously. “And you do?!” He asked.

“Of course not! But Dad won’t like it more.” He added.

“Something needs to be done about that man.” Tom said.

Harry nodded. “But what are we going to do?”

Tom smiled. “We're going to wait until the school year starts and I make a name for myself, then we will tell the Prophet about his little plan. It will kill his public image.” He said.

Harry nodded. “That will work.” He agreed. “But won’t he fire you?”

“If he does, his only other option is a Ministry Plant. I will be fine.” Tom said.

Harry nodded slowly. “Well, you'd better make yourself indispensable fast.” He warned.

Tom smirked. “It won’t take long.” He said surely. “Finish your wine.” He said, nodding to Harry’s half-finished drink.

Harry picked it up and downed it. “Done!” He said happily.

Tom's smirk widened. “Good. Why don’t you come over here and sit on Daddy’s lap?” He asked, patting his lap suggestively.

Harry snorted. “Pervert.” He said fondly, but moved to sit in his lap. “Better?” He asked.

Tom's arms wrapped around his waist and the man buried his face in Harry's hair and inhaled. “Much better.” He said.

“I saw an awful lot of fantasies that involved tying me up.” Harry mused.

“A want, not a need.” Tom assured him.

“Holding me down.” Harry added.

“I do like to get a little forceful, but we will discuss it first.” Tom said.

“Choking me on your cock?” Harry asked reproachfully.

Tom laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m fairly certain that will never happen. It was more of a fleeting thought that kind of ran away with me.”

“It shimmered.” Harry said.

Tom cleared his throat. “I may have wanked to it once or twice.” He admitted.

Harry laughed. “You are a pervert!” He shifted. “You're hard. Talking about it is making you hard!” He accused.

Tom hummed. “To be fair, we’re talking about sex. Sex in any capacity is supposed to make one hard. You shouldn’t be so up in arms about it. After all, you started it.” He said.

Harry hummed. “I suppose so.” He wiggled again, and Tom groaned, arms tightening around his waist.

“Don’t do that.” The man growled.

Harry chuckled. “Don’t you like it?” He teased.

“A little too much, honestly.” Tom said.

Harry hummed and moved again. “Going to throw me down and ravish me?”

Tom was audibly gritting his teeth. “I want to throw you down and do things to you we both know you are not ready for. Stop. Pushing.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded and relaxed his body. “Alright. Just hold me.” He said.

Tom began drawing absent patterns on Harry's stomach, occasionally wandering up just shy of his nipples and dipping down to run along his waistband.

Harry didn’t even tense, just lay there lax, letting it happen.

Tom smiled. It was progress.

*****

Harry woke and heard a soft growling coming from the corner of his room. He lit his spare wand and looked around, seeing nothing. He rushed out of bed and to Tom's room, entering and waking the man.

“Hm? Harry?” Tom asked.

“There was growling in my room. Can I sleep with you?” He asked.

Tom hummed. “I sleep in the nude, but yes. Just keep your eyes closed tomorrow morning until I am dressed.” He said, lifting the covers.

Harry snorted. “I’ve seen you naked already.” He said.

“Not with a raging erection, you haven’t.” Tom countered.

“True.” Harry agreed. “I'll close my eyes.”

“Good.” Tom said. “Now let’s sleep.”

Harry closed his eyes and cuddled into Tom, slipping into sleep easily.

*****

Tom got up and Harry kept his eyes closed as he had promised (only taking a quick peek at Tom’s ass as the man got his clothes for the day), then they took turns in the shower.

Harry wanked in the shower, having heard Tom doing the same only ten minutes earlier. The thought that Tom could hear him only made it hotter.

After his shower, he dressed and met Tom in the bedroom. “You minx.” The man accused.

Harry smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.” He said.

“Sure. Come on, let’s get to breakfast.” Tom said. “What are you going to do with Wormtail?” Tom asked once they were eating.

Harry grinned. “Turn him into the Ministry.” He answered.

“For…?” Tom prompted.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Accessory to murder, being an unregistered Animagus, and whatever other charges they can slap him with. Probably use of the Unforgivables and being a Death Eater.” He added.

Tom hummed. “Well, he is guilty of all those.” He said mildly.

Harry chuckled. “Yes, but it’s mainly so Sirius can go free. He'll be in your debt. And probably reinstated as Lord Black. That would make him a very useful ally to have.” He pointed out.

“It would. I will wait and see how things play out. Perhaps losing Wormtail will prove more profitable than having him was.” Tom mused.

“It certainly could be.” Harry said happily, eating his breakfast.

Tom smiled indulgently. His consort was happy, so he was happy.

Mulciber, who was watching them both, was not happy.
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