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You Complete Me	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 32224 -:- Recommendations : 9 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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{Parseltongue}
(Speaking Telepathically)
Note: Mention of graphic incest scene
November- Hogsmeade-First Weekend
Harry walks with Neville and his lovers around Hogsmeade, he does not feel the need to be here but his friends dragged him out of his room to spend the day with them. It has been a little over two weeks since he spoke with Tom. If his friends did not insist that he come out with them, Harry would still be in his room sulking. How can the man affect me in such a way that my world seems to stand still without him? It is torture to not hear or speak with him for so long. Harry’s not paying attention to where he is going so when he bumps into a tall muscular figure his first instinct is to react and curse them for their idiocy. His emotions and magic have been quietly unraveling with Tom’s silence. Before he can expose his anger, the voice stops him in his tracks. “Calm yourself, my Dark Consort.” Harry gasps, it’s Tom, he looks up and studies his fiancé’s face. The older man is more handsome than he remembered. His eyes are corn flower blue with a hint of red around them. Harry reaches out with a gloved hand and touches Tom’s face. The other man closes his eyes and Harry can see the tick in his jaws as if Tom is holding himself back from doing something like kissing him in public. Their relationship when it first began did not start out with either of them craving the other’s affection. Yet, not hearing Tom’s sexy baritone voice or seeing his handsome face puts Harry in a needy state. Harry’s insides begin to flutter with excitement at the prospect of getting his older lover alone and enjoying his beautiful body. Tom is here standing in front of him, strong hands snake around his slender waist and pull him close.
Tom lowers his face to Harry’s neck and takes in his scent. Harry closes his eyes and basks in their closeness, something inside of him snaps back into place and he once again feels balanced his world feels almost complete. This is where he belongs, his heart and soul belongs to the man holding him. Harry feels safe and content, he opens his mouth to speak but another voice stops him. “My Lords I feel it prudent we move to a more private setting.” Harry looks around Tom to see Lucius standing behind Tom, his hair completely covered by the hood of his cloak. Harry looks around and realizes that his friends are not there, he sends a questioning look towards Lucius who answers the unspoken question, “Young Longbottom and his lovers will return when it is time for you four to go back to Hogwarts.” Harry nods his head, he turns his gaze back to Tom who has not stopped looking at him. Maybe Tom is feeling the same way he is, needy and uncertain of his feelings. Tom releases Harry from his hold around his waist and holds on to his hand, this is a new type of feeling. Tom is not the affectionate type, Harry’s heart run’s cold what if this is not my Dark Lord, what if something happened to him and the Dark Order is trying to pass someone else off as Tom?
{Why have you not answered my letters?} Harry whispers in parseltongue. He looks to Lucius for a reaction. When Lucius gives no indication that he heard them, Harry looks to Tom for answers.
{I will explain when we get to our private location} Tom answers back, Harry sighs in relief. They are the only two parseltongue in existence; if something had happened to Tom, Harry is certain he would move heaven and earth to find out who took away possibly the one good thing in his life. They turn with Tom’s arms firmly wraps a possessive arm around his shoulders as they begin to follow behind Lucius, Harry notices two other men following behind them. From their build Harry summarizes that they are the LeStrange brothers. Did Tom plan this? Plan to meet me? How? I did not plan to leave the Castle the whole weekend. Harry’s mind comes up with different scenarios to explain how this happened; Tom is always organized in his thinking, he never does anything without thinking about it first. Then Harry recalls the fact that his friends were insistent that he goes for a walk with them around Hogsmeade. Harry turns and gazes up at Tom whose eyes continue to scan their surroundings, always vigilant and aware of the people and things around them. Tom’s hands tighten in his and Harry cannot understand why until he hears his name being called. Harry stops to see Ginny walking quickly towards them, for a change she was without her two sidekicks, know it all and muscles with no brains. Tom continues to walk and ends up dragging him along. Again Tom’s behavior is so unlike him. Ginny calls his name again but this time Harry does not stop nor does he look behind him to see if she decided to follow after him. The LeStrange brothers close in tighter ranks around Harry and Tom, shielding them from eyes and anyone else that would recognize him.
The group turns a corner that Harry never knew was there as they make their way over to the posh hotel that resembles something out of a muggle magazine, ones like what Petunia used to rave about whenever she wanted to take a vacation. Harry and Tom follow Lucius who directs them past the front desk and up the stairs. Harry does not get a chance to take in the decor of the hotel. They make it up the stairs and down a long hallway, neither speaking and Harry still wonders about Tom’s odd behavior. Lucius stops in front of a set of double white doors, room number P731. He opens the door and steps aside, bowing. Tom and Harry walk into the room, before he can get his coat off, he is grabbed by the scruff of his neck and lips descend on his, kissing the life out of him. This kiss is nothing like the others they have shared over the past few months since their agreement. This kiss is passion filled; it’s rough and makes his heart beat faster in his chest. Tom reaches down to his waist and pulls him closer, Harry moves closer and tries to mold his skin onto the older man’s. The kiss goes on forever and Harry is far from complaining as Tom nibbles, sucks and bites at his lips. He pulls Harry’s hair, exposing his neck and like a vampire needing blood Tom sucks on it, leaving his brand of marks. Harry moans and digs his nails in Tom’s neck, his Lord hisses in pain but does not pull away, instead he reaches down, lifting Harry’s legs and wrapping them around his waist. He walks them to the wall without taking his lips off Harry’s neck. Their bodies are in overdrive for each other generating so much heat to light a fire hot enough to burn the hotel down. Harry moves his hand from Tom’s neck and begins to unbutton the other man’s coat. Big hands stop his progress, and maneuver them above his head. “I can’t let you touch me.” Tom rasps out.
“Why?” Harry hears himself whines and pushes his pelvis into Tom’s hard cock.
“Because we need to talk.” Harry’s body stiffens and not in a good way.
Talk, is he serious? He wants to talk now when all I can think of is ripping his clothes off and have him fuck me like there is no tomorrow. Harry does not want to talk and tries to distract Tom from whatever it is he wants to talk about. He looks into his fiancé’s eyes that are now blood red and licks his lips, he moves his eyes down and becomes very submissive. Tom’s nostrils flare, Harry leans back firmly against the wall and grinds his cock into Tom’s stomach. Tom moans and closes his eyes, Harry can tell he is fighting against himself, the man is nothing but control. Tom controls everything around him and that includes his emotions, but he’s been different all day and Harry’s nothing if not persistent, tries to take advantage of the situation. Harry loosens his hands from Tom’s, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him into another passionate kiss. From the beginning, they battle for control of the kiss but in the end Harry loses, Tom is an expert in the art of kissing. Tempting fate, he moves his hands from Tom’s neck and begins to unbutton Tom’s coat. Roughly he pulls at the buttons, too engrossed in getting to the other man’s skin to care that he is ripping the buttons off of Tom’s expensive clothing. Tom chuckles, “A bit impatient, are we, my little snake?”
“I need--need to feel your skin. Missed you, missed us.” Harry stutters out as he continues to pull and yank at Tom’s clothing in search of his lover’s skin. With a wave of his hand, Tom vanishes both of their clothing. Skin on skin is Harry’s reward for being a good little snake and he hisses at the contact.
“I will give you what you desire, but we will talk.” Tom tells him while he grabs hold of Harry’s cock, (talk yes, just keep doing that and I will give you any bloody thing you want.)
(Will you now, my little snake)

(Yes) Harry answers not realizing they are speaking telepathically to each other. (Anything)

(Be careful of the promises you make to me, my Dark Consort)
Harry really wishes Tom would shut up and concentrate on making him come. (I want to be yours Tom, please make me yours.)
Tom lazily glides his fingers up and down Harry’s cock, taking in the expression on his lovely face as he begs for more. Tom leans closer to Harry, pressing his lips to the shell of his ear, “Do you know the things I imagine doing to you, I want to consume you, make love to you, hold your pleasure in my hand.” Harry’s body shivers as he tries to answer Tom. “I want to make sure no one else will see the faces you make when you come, my little Consort. I want to be the only thing you think about,” Tom takes his fingers away from Harry’s cock then flips him around and push him into the wall, his cock sandwiched between the wall and his body. Tom steps closer putting his cock flush between Harry’s arse cheeks. Harry gasps, Tom’s cock is hot and hard between his cheeks. One hand goes around his neck and pulls it back to rest on the older man shoulders, Tom has a tight grasp on his throat, the other grabs his hip and digs his nails into the flesh. Sweat beads on Harry’s skin at the dominance that Tom expresses. Tom moves his body closer to Harry’s and begins to moves his hot, hard cock between Harry’s arse cheeks. “The day we bond,” Tom whispers in Harry’s ear. “I am going to fill your arse so good, you will feel me for a week”
Harry groans, Tom’s voice is liquid seduction. He is so turned on and ready to come. Harry braces his hands onto the wall and pushes his arse back, Tom fingers tighten around his throat but not tight enough that he cannot breath. “Fuck me, Tom, take me. Put your cock inside of me.” Harry demands.
Tom stops moving his hips and Harry whines. “You are not in charge my little snake, I will fuck you as you say. But not today.” He leans forward and bites down on the fleshy part of his shoulder, Harry screams, his cock leaks more, begging for attention, begging to be touched by experienced hands. Tom starts to move his hips again this time faster and more demanding in their seek for release, nails dig into his hips, teeth graze at the sensitive bite on his shoulder and he cannot hold back anymore. Harry comes spurting his come on the wall in front of him. Tom is not far behind him, hot come splatters on his back and his arse cheeks. Harry moans at the feeling, as if he has just been claimed and owned by his master. His body tingles with aftershocks, Tom’s body shakes behind him as he runs his tongue along the bite on Harry’s body. His knees feel weak and they give out on him but Tom catches him before he falls. The other man walks him over to the bed in the room and lays him down gently.
Tom raises his hands to vanish the mess but Harry stops him, “No, I want your scent to stay on me just a bit longer.” Tom nods his head then lays on his back, he pulls Harry closer to him. They snuggle together in each other’s arms, trying to gain their breaths and basking in the afterglow of their powerful orgasms. For the first time in weeks Harry is content, he does not realize he fell asleep until he wakes up with a start. He looks around the room for Tom and finds the man in question standing by the window. He has his pants back on. They hang low on his hips, and Harry cannot help himself, taking the time to look over Tom’s body. His hair has grown, it is just below his collar and his body has changed in just the short amount of time they have been apart. He looks more muscular and Harry will admit he prefers the more muscular build to the slender form. Harry gets out of bed, the sheet falling to the floor as he makes his way over to Tom, positions his body flush against the other man’s and places gentle kisses onto his shoulder. Tom does not turn around or acknowledge his presence.
“Why is she still alive?”
Harry pretends to not know what or who Tom is referring to, he really does not want to talk about this now. “Can we not talk about that please, we just had a beautiful day.” Harry tries to get Tom in the mood again by gliding his hand to the front of his open pants. Tom’s hand stops his progress.
“Not this time my little snake, sex will not be used to stop serious discussions between us.” Tom throws his hands off him as if they are diseased. “I am not a man to doubt myself Harry, I do not deal well with emotions that are foreign to me such as jealousy. What I take as mine, is mine and no one else can touch it. So I will ask you again why is she still alive?”
Harry pulls away from Tom and steps back, anger begins to boil inside of him, “I can ask you the same thing about Bellatrix, why is she still alive? She throws herself at you every chance she gets, yet she still walks around as if she has some claim to you and at your side.”
Tom turns and looks at Harry, “Bella has her uses and contrary to what you might believe she has no claim on me.”
“Well then that is my answer, Ginny has her uses.” Harry snares. “I cannot believe you ignored me for weeks because of a stupid kiss.” Harry says. “How did you know about it anyway, are you spying on me, do you trust me so little?”
“I felt it when her lips touched yours!” Tom yells, avoiding answering Harry’s question about trust.
“Did you also feel my disgust, I did not get aroused Tom. I felt nothing when she kissed me.” Harry fires back, then he stops the words he is about to say. “You still did not answer my question about the spy.” Tom remains silent and stares into Harry’s face. “You really do not trust me? How do you expect our relationship to work if there is no trust between us?!”
“It is not a matter of trust.”
“Then what is it?” Harry asks, “Because I honestly do not know why we are arguing. Ginny will die in time. I cannot stand the ground she walks on and I detest having her lips or hands touch me.” He finishes offhanded.
Tom runs his fingers through his hair, a sign Harry has come to recognize as agitation. “You make me feel Harry, I am not a man who is ruled by his emotions. Emotions are a weakness. If my enemies finds out that you are my weakness, they can use you against me and that is something I cannot allow to happen.” They continue to glare at each other, “I am not a weak man Harry, I am a thinker and yes, at times I can be a bit rash in my decisions. But I always know what I am doing or where I stand but with you I have no fucking clue. The minute I saw you walk into that restaurant I wanted you, the way you handled yourself I knew right then and there I had to have you. And when you bested Fenrir, I craved you. I still do. I cannot continue to doubt myself or my feelings for you. I cannot continue to second guess whether we rushed into this too quickly.”
“So what do you want to do? What did you think would have happened between us? Don’t you think I have thought about the same things, wondered if we are rushing, tried to pull myself back from caring for you too much too fast? If you have forgotten, I can take care of myself. I am not some weakling, you have seen just an inkling of what I can do.” Harry demands.“But I am not like you Tom, I need to have feelings and emotions. I need to know that the man I am with will want to love me one day.” Harry places his hands on his hips, “Love and emotions do not make you weak Tom, they give you strength. Strength to know that someone has your back no matter what. I know that we have made no promises of love and adoration to each other but would it be wrong for me to give and receive affection in private?” Harry goes on. “That is what I have come to learn. We might not be in love with each other dammit, I don’t even expect us to say the words but I would like to know I rank as important because of your feelings for me. What will happen when we have children, will you hide your love for them also because it is a sign of weakness?”
Tom says nothing, he stands there and stares at Harry. It is as if there is a battle waging inside of him to accept that he has deep feelings for Harry, feelings he shouldn’t have. “I don't want to rush into this too quickly, but being close to you, holding you, kissing you, sets my soul on fire. I feel as if I have found a part of me that was missing for so long. I feel complete being with you, my darling, dare I say my love. It makes me wonder if soul mates really do exist and you are mine. Being around you I feel the need to consume you, so that I can be whole once more. That is what scares me the most. But know this, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me because you are mine as I am yours.” Tom’s eyes widen as Harry repeats the words he had whispered to him the night of their engagement. “Did you mean them? Did you mean those words?” Harry steps closer to Tom and wraps his arms around the other man’s waist and rests his head on his shoulders. “I’m scared too Tom, I’m so scared that I am falling in love with you too quickly, you are as much my weakness as I am yours. I feel incomplete when I am not with you. I crave your touch, I need to hear your voice. The past few days were torture when I did not hear from you.” Harry tells him. “I cannot go through that again, you are not the only who cannot deal with uncertainty, and weaknesses, Tom”
Strong arms wrap around his waist and comfort him, “Our position does not afford us to show emotions Harry. But I do trust you, in the short time we have been together you have become my most trusted confidant.” Tom puts his fingers under Harry’s chin and lifts his face to his. Harry looks into the now ruby eyes of the man he is falling deeply in love with. “This is new to us, my little snake but we will figure it out together.” Harry nods his head and wraps his fingers around Tom’s wrist, keeping him in place. “I still want her dead, along with the one that took your virginity.” Tom’s tone leaves no room for an argument.
“Tom, shut up and kiss me.”
Tom smiles, “Such a demanding little snake.” He says but gives in and claims Harry’s lips. Tom cups the back of Harry’s neck, and covers the new magical tattoo that appeared in a Japanese symbol for bound in black letters going down the base of Harry’s neck. A mirrored version also appears in the same spot of Tom’s neck. Harry pulls back from their kiss, his emerald eyes look up to see Tom’s ruby eyes blazing with lust and desire, he can only guess that his eyes reflect the same. He takes Tom’s hands into his and guides him back to the bed, where they have another round . Harry cannot get enough of the older man. After their second orgasm, they call for an elf and order something to eat, they feed each other, talk and make plans to do this more often. Harry likes seeing the more romantic side of his lover. They send the trays back to the manor after calling for an elf. Tom wants to talk about the events over the past few days but Harry is not ready to talk about it yet. So he decides to distract his lover, between gentle touches and kisses Harry and Tom experience their third orgasm.
“You do know how to distract me, don’t you?” Tom asks as he lazily strokes his fingertips down down Harry’s back. Harry has his head on Tom’s chest.
“Would you rather we continue to argue or plot our next move to bring the Light to their knees?”
“Like I said you know the best ways to distract me.” Tom growls as he rolls Harry to his back and lies on top of him. Their bodies fit well together. This is the first time since their relationship began that Tom and Harry have spent this much time alone together. Usually they are in separate rooms and beds. Harry hopes that things will change in that department after today. Tom moves the hair from Harry’s face, and stares into his eyes. “I don’t want to care about you, I don’t want to wonder and worry if I am trusting the wrong person.” He closed his eyes and rests his forehead against Harry’s. “I am a possessive man, and I don’t like to share. The urge to kill her coursed through me.” Tom sighs and opens his eyes with their foreheads still pressed together. “I need to be able to trust you, to trust in us. I’m not spying on you, Little Snake. I was too angry to feel your disgust, angry with you and with myself for feeling jealous.”
Most lovers would be angry at what Tom has said but Harry is not. He feels the same way. Trust is hard for him. The only ones he trusts are the ones he counts as family. Living with the Dursleys and everything he experienced because of Dumbledore has made it hard for him to trust anyone. “I understand. You don’t have to explain this to me. Because I feel the same way when I see Bella or any of the other men who throw themselves at you.” They share a few more kisses before they pull apart and actually begin to talk. Tom moves over to the other side of the bed, “There are two more people I believe will do well in our cause.” Harry begins.
Harry tells Tom his plans for Percy and Arthur Weasley, of his idea to have Severus make an antidote for the older Weasley then use it to blackmail the man. Harry also tells his lover about the theory he and Bill came up with that Arthur and Percy had something to do with the Molly Weasley’s death. Tom also agrees with the theory that if they did not kill her, they at least know who did. When Harry brings up the kiss again between him and Ginny, Tom bristles but calms when Harry continues to explain Dumbledore’s reaction. They both agree that Dumbledick needs to be stopped so that they are able to see their plans go forth. Harry tells Tom about the information he has been able to collect over the past few weeks, courtesy of the elves and Akasha. For now they will continue to play Dumbledore’s little game and continue to plot his demise, the perfect way to do that is to use his children against him.
They laugh at Dumbledore’s idiocy of blaming Remus for Mollybitch’s death and how they can work this into their favor. It’s perfect that Remus has an alibi for the night of Molly Weasley’s murder. Now that Remus and Lucius have made their serious relationship known to those of the Dark side, there are more things afforded to him now than before. They have also decided to take their relationship public, not using glamors to hide his appearance. With Narcissa willing to give Lucius a divorce, they do not feel the need to hide their relationship, damn what others might say. Narcissa and her lover are eager to marry and begin a family. And, Harry could not be more happy for his pseudo godfather. Lucius and Remus knows the backlash they will receive for revealing their relationship so early in the the game of things, yet they are prepared for it. The plan will be that Lucius will continue to loudly deny being a Death Eater while he continues to work behind the scenes to bring the Dark to power. Since his secret defect to the Dark, Remus has stopped taking the wolfsbane potion, gained weight, his skin color has improved. He looks better than Harry has ever seen him. Remus is almost unrecognizable, Dumbledore will no doubt use this as a way to get Remus thrown into prison.
(I wonder if we should move the timeline to kill Dumlefuck up, it would take a lot of pressure off us.) Harry mind speaks.
Harry turns to look at Tom when he says out loud, “We should.” Tom says. “We should move the timeline up to Yule. I think his head on a platter is a fitting present from you to me.” Tom stops and smiles at the prospect of ridding the world of Albus Dumbledore. The man seems to have some kind of hold on the world and there is no explanation as to why.
“What are you talking about?”
“You just stated that we should move Dumblefuck, your words not mine, kill timeline.” Harry’s brows crease together.
“Tom, I did not say that out loud.”
Tom stares at Harry for a heartbeat of a second, (you have the most amazing eyes.) Tom whispers. Harry blushes then realized that Tom’s lips did not move.
“Did you just speak into my mind?”
“I believe I did,” Tom stops and assesses the situation, he tries to always think about things logically. From the moment they met in the restaurant, he has felt a pull toward Harry. Wanting to know more about him, and what makes him tick. Could it be possible that magic and fate have played a hand in their joining. And if it has, why now? Why did I not realize or recognize what he would mean to me the night I went to kill him. Tom stops his thoughts to voice them to Harry. “Harry, I think there is something magical happening between us. It is as if we are suppose to be together, yet because we are, we try to fight it at the same time.”
Harry shifts on the bed and begins to move away from him. “If you are talking about soul mates and all that rubbish, I do not believe in the idea of it Tom. So let’s just stop that right there.”
Tom gathers the sheet around his waist, “And you think I do?” He asks snidely. “I just told you I see love as a weakness and now the idea that we could be soul mates does not sit well with me.” Tom gets out of bed, Harry notice in the couple of hours they have been together that Tom has started to grow a five o’clock shadow, he takes in the other man’s facial features. With his bed mussed hair, his ruby eyes and the beginnings of beard Harry find his fiancé roguishly sexy.
The serious look on his face does not deter Harry from his task, Harry crawls on the bed and stops in front of Tom, he reaches up and stroke his lightly covered bearded face, “The only one who will know our weakness will be us. In front of your minions, we will stand as a united front, we will continue to show no mercy to those who oppose us.” Tom pulls Harry into him.
“You have everything figured out, don’t you?” Tom bends down and sucks on Harry’s neck.
“Not everything,” He smiles, closes his eyes, tilting his head to the side his hands now holding onto the back of Tom’s head. “You’re still the brains of this operation, I’m just the beauty.”
Tom chuckles, then lifts his head and claims Harry lips, their kiss is filled with passion and desire. When they pull apart, Tom’s lips are kiss swollen, and Harry can feel rash burn on his lips and face. “It’s almost time for you to leave.”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“I know but we have things to accomplish,”
“Do you think our new abilities extends to distance as well?”
Tom pulls from Harry’s embrace then looks at his watch and realizes they do not have time for anything else, “It would seem that to test our theory as to how far we can speak telepathically will have to wait until you return to Hogwarts. Our time together is growing short.”
Harry begins to get ready to leave. Tom pulls his pants back on and his shirt, which he leaves unbuttoned. “Next time you or I feel unsure about each other, I think we need to tell each other how we feel.” Harry stops what he is doing and looks at Tom. “We need to communicate better.”
“I agree, I’m not used to talking about feelings, I demand and order but to talk about feelings and caring for another gives me nothing in return, Harry.” Tom places his hands on his hips, sighing and looking around the room, “but for you I will try.”
Harry walks forward, placing his palm on his cheeks and rubbing his scruffy cheeks, “That’s all I ask.” Harry says with a smile. “You know you would look handsome with a beard, not a thick one but a neatly shaved five o’clock shadow.”
Tom’s eyes sparkle with amusement, “Are you telling me I’m not handsome the way I look now?”
Harry chuckles, “Oh you are more than handsome, but I think with a bit of scruff on your face, you are utterly and undeniably sexy. I’m quite sure when the world gets a look at you, I will be beating them off with a stick.”
Tom wraps a hand around his waist and pulls Harry into his chest. “I hate that I need you so much, so soon. I hate that my feelings are so out of control. I get it, Tom. I get what we argued about earlier. But if I had to choose someone to fall in love with, I’m glad that it is you. You are strong, smart, loyal, and commanding.” Harry looks up into Tom’s face. “You get me and see me, Tom, like no one else ever has.” Harry reaches up and yanks him into a kiss, that Harry wants to last forever. He hums into the kiss, enjoying the taste of his older lover. A knock interrupts their intimate moment. They ignore the knock and the sound of the door opening, too focused on each other.
A throat clears a bit closer to them, “M-my Lords,” says the voice that Harry guesses belongs to Lucius. “My Lords, I’m sorry for interrupting but it is time for the Dark Consort to return, Mr. Longbottom and Finnegan are waiting for him.” Harry slowly pulls away from his lover’s lips with a smile. He turns to his uncle; one day they will need to talk, the man is practically married to his godfather after all. He turns in Tom’s arms, resting his head on the taller man’s chest. Tom rests his hands on Harry’s hips, coaxing him closer to his chest.
“Uncle,” The shock on Lucius’s face shows that he never expected to be called something so familiar. But Harry ignores it and continues speaking. “When we are like this, I prefer that you speak your mind and call me Harry. We are family after all.” Harry would have laughed at the twitch in Lucius’s left eye but he tries to hide his amusement. Harry feels like poking the bear just for the hell of it. “Or would you prefer if I called you Dad or father instead? Sooner or later you will marry Remmy, who is like my dad.” Tom rests his forehead on the top of Harry’s head to hide his snicker. The twitch becomes more apparent.
“I-I-” Lucius stutters over his words. He is saved by Tom.
“Love, let’s save that for another time, you need to meet with your friends.” Harry sighs then eases away from the older man reluctantly. “Just one more month, and we will be together. Besides there are plans to be made, people to kill, that sort of thing.”
“Very well, I will finalize the plans for what we talked about and send you a front row seat invitation to the main event, and you are welcome to bring a plus one.” Harry tells him as he puts his jacket back on. Then walks over to Tom and gives him a peck on the lips.
“Stay out of trouble.” Tom warns him. “Or should I say don’t cause too much trouble.”
“Me,” Harry answers, playing innocent.
“Yes, you let’s not play our hands too quickly.”
“Fine, if I must.” Harry turns and gathers his belongings and walks to the door, “Bye Love, bye Dad.” He slips out of the door quickly before Lucius can respond. A boisterous laugh is heard from behind the closed door that could only come from Tom. Harry walks off to meet Neville and Seamus with a smile on his face. All's right with his world right now, he and Tom are back on speaking terms.
(Tell me he’s trying to hide his newly developed twitch?)
(You mean the one in his left eye?)
(Yup, that would be the one.)
(You are evil, it’s why I want you so bad.)
(I’m all yours whenever you want me.)
Harry and friends are at the entrance to Hogwarts before he realizes that his last thought did not reach Tom. Harry wonders if the wards have an effect on their newly developed skill. That is a subject for another day, he concludes.
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Back in the hotel room, Tom fights to contain his laughter as Lucius tries to hold onto his sanity. The twitching in his eye has at last stopped. And since his last message, Harry has not responded. “You do realize he will continue to taunt you the more you react?” Tom says to Lucius as he finishes getting dressed.
“My Lord, can I speak freely?”
“You can.”
“T-T-,” Lucius begins. “I realize that in a short time we have made a lot of changes to our side. We have gotten stronger with the addition of the Dark Consort. He is smarter than even Dumbledore gives him credit. I have found love for the first time in Remus.” He stops.
“But?”
“Please my Lord I mean no disrespect, but I do not know how to accept him as my family. I accept him as my Lord and your Consort. I respect him, I fear him but I do not know how to relate to him.”
Tom is silent, “Have you said anything this to your wolf?”
“I have, he tells me that I am overreacting.”
“I agree with your wolf.” Tom tells him. “Harry is strong, intelligent, resourceful. He is the perfect mate for me. Yet, there are times I find it hard to talk to him, to open up to him but I try, Lucius. He will one day carry the Dark Prince or Princess which you will one day serve under. How will you react then? Wouldn’t you rather be known to them as their family rather than a favored minion of their Sire?” Tom tells him now standing completely dressed before his friend. “Find a way to get to know him, you might be surprised what kind of relationship could blossom. He’s not going anywhere, Lucius.”
Lucius sighs then looks at Tom, “I will take it under advisement, my Lord.” He stops again before speaking.
“What is it, Lucius?” Tom can see the question burning in the blonde’s mind.
“Does he make you happy?”
A smile crosses Tom’s lips, Harry smiling face flashes before his mind. The way he makes him feel, holding Harry in his arms and taking in his manly scent. “Yes,” he answers. “He makes me happy. I know there is a rumor that I do not know how to love and for a time I believed it myself. But with Harry I believe I can honestly believe in true love.” A deadly look crosses his face. “If you repeat that to anyone, I will kill you.”
Lucius swallows loudly, “Yes, My Lord.”
“Good man,” Tom says as they don their disguises and leave the room and hotel, making their way back to Riddle Manor, leaving no trail behind.
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Luna returns to the Castle a bit earlier than her lovers, her body needs rest as she carries their future within her. Luna places a palm on her abdomen and smiles. Her children will do things no one could even dream of. She has yet to tell her lovers of the joyous occasion. Luna knows they will hover and insist she remain safe at all times. Hiding her pregnancy from her men has been harder than she thought possible. Many believe the Light will win in the end, but for there to be a balance in the world Light and Dark must co-exist or all will be lost. Joining light and dark together in one union will bring forth a new generation of power to the Wizarding world. Luna turns the corner and spots Professor Snape standing by a window looking over the grounds. Luna shakes her head in worry for the man, if only he would take the time to get to know Harry, he would find they have more in common than he thinks. Yet, he lets his hate for the man he was supposed to love but never got the chance to cloud his judgment.
There are things Luna has seen in the past, present and some of the future that she cannot reveal. The Headmaster played with the hand of fate and intervened where he should not have. Luna wishes she could reveal to her brother and friend the truth but that truth must reveal itself. She cannot mess with fate’s timing. How did the Headmaster do it? Luna wonders. How did he erase the memory from Professor Snape’s mind? How did he change the course of history? Luna does not know how she will be able to get Professor Snape and Harry to trust each other. Their lives are intertwined in more ways than one. Luna sighs as she watches the older man, life for both Harry and Snape mirrors each other. Both born of parents who loved each other, suffered from abuse at the hand of those who were supposed to protect them. Luna hopes that the day Professor Snape finds out what the Headmaster has done to his life will give the Potions Master the motivation to want to kill him. The Headmaster took away his son, and his husband. Made him believe in a lie for the past eighteen years. Turned him into a spy and manipulated his mind into thinking that he was in love with his best friend and sister. Dumbledore used Severus’s vulnerability and need to be accepted by his peers to manipulate him.
Used the abuse he experienced from his father, the death of his mother only led him into the hands of Tom who was almost to the point of insanity, something an act of Tom’s own doing. He used Lily Evan’s desire to be seen as a great witch and pushed her feelings toward James Potter, which caused her to betray her friend. He delayed her death because of her intervention. And now Severus has misplaced loyalty in a man who is only using him for his own gain. If things worked out the way it should have, Lily would have died in a potions accident during her fifth year. Instead, another student ended up dying in her place. Luna wonders if Snape knows of Dumbledore’s manipulations and what it has cost him in the process. She can see that his loyalty is wavering. The only thing the Headmaster could not change was Harry’s birth, fate would not let him change that. James and Severus still found a way to be together, found a way to be happy even if it only for a short time. Luna is not sure why fate has deigned to show her bits and pieces of their life together before Dumbledore broke them apart.
Luna has no idea how the Headmaster was able to change history, yet it is something she does not have the power to change. Luna can only aid in rectifying the injustice. Lately her dreams have been plagued with images of the past, present and the future intertwining together and the role she will eventually play. There are things she cannot change; it will hurt her to stand aside and let it happen. Luna’s only hope is that her friends will understand and forgive her for not warning them beforehand. The future must be fixed and for that to happen, Luna must stand aside and watch. She turns and walks away, leaving the man to his thoughts. Severus and Harry are cut from the same cloth; it is why they find it so hard to trust each other. They are both driven by the same need to be better than the next, and they are both stubborn and refuse to bend to each other’s wishes. The only way for them to be able to trust each other is to learn to depend on each other in a time of need. Severus will become the father he should have been to Harry in the coming days.
Luna makes her way to her dorm as she happily thinks about her future. Her dimwitted mask firmly in place, Luna greets the pictures as she makes her way through the hallway. This will be her last year at Hogwarts, not just hers but Harry, Seamus and Neville’s as well. During their time spent training and honing their skills in the Room of Requirement they surpassed their peers, and instructors. All that is left for them is to take their Mastery in whatever they desire. To do so now would have eyebrows raised and questions asked that they are not ready to answer.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Loony Lovegood.” Luna is brought out of her thoughts to see Christian Chandler, a student sorted into Slytherin, his family known to be dark, yet they have not pledged their allegiance to the Dark side. They are influential and wealthy but not enough to leave a big mark on the war efforts. Since their big reveal, those who know and recognize who they are have shown her nothing but respect. Those who know of Luna and her friends, are sworn to secrecy and cannot reveal anything to those who are not a part of the Dark. To try and reveal their secret means their death, Luna looks around and realizes that she made a wrong turn and ended up close to the Slytherin dorm. There are no paintings or classrooms in this hallway, it is the perfect place to do harm to someone without being found out. “What are you doing down here, Loony?”
“Oh hello, I was following a pletalplatypus and he led me here. Did you know they are useful for the finding things that go missing?” Luna mentally rolls her eyes at the fact that she has to continue to pretend she is the town crazy.
Christian shrugs, “I did not know and frankly Loony, I don’t care.” A fellow Slytherin friend of of Christian walks over to them and stops right in front of Luna. Slade Masters is his name, he eyes her up and down then licks his lips. He is the typical handsome boy that all the girls fall for. Tall, blonde hair and blue eyes with the perfect teeth and build. Yet, to Luna he does not hold a candle to her men. Luna looks at both boys and does not appreciate the way they are staring at her as if she is a piece of meat. She tries to get around Slade but he blocks her path.
“Would you please move out of my way.”
Slade smiles at her,“You know Luna, I have always found blonds to be beautiful specimens.” He begins and cocks his head to the side as if it is suppose to be cute or somehow charming. “Rumor has it you are with the half-blood and the pure-blood klutz. What a disgrace. I cannot wait for the Dark side to win, maybe the Dark Lord will give me a prize.” Luna mentally scoffs at the idiot, Slade and his family are not and will never be a part of the Dark. They are low in status; his mother is a harlot who will sleep with anyone man or woman who winks in her direction. It is a good thing that Slade’s father is dead or he would be ashamed of what his wife and son have become. Slade walks around and lifts her hair up with the tips of his fingers, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. He trails the other down her sleeve. Luna shivers in disgust when he wraps his hands around her waist, placing his palms on the treasures she carries inside her and pulls her close to his chest. Luna feels violated, yet, she is not afraid. “You know.” He whispers into her hair. “One night with me and Chris and you will never need those two idiots.” He grinds his hard dick against her arse. Luna does not move. She remains cool, calm, and collected as his other hand moves to her waistline, down her leg, lifting her skirt then makes its way up to her crotch and stops just before he gets ready to slide her underwear to the side. Slade begins to make the sound of someone choking on their own saliva.
Luna expertly steps out of his hold and stands in front of him. Luna turns and looks at Christian who is frozen in the same spot he has been in since Luna walked up. She looks down at his feet to see water rising up his legs. Fear shows in his eyes but he cannot move. He is not going anywhere at the moment. Luna turns back to Slade, water with a mixture of blood dribbles from his mouth. “I really did not want taint to the Castle with unsavory killings and blood.” Slade tries to utter words but all that comes out are garbled words and blood. “Did you know that the human body contains sixty percent of water?” She tells him as she walks around him slowly. “Right now you are wondering what is happening to you, well, let me enlighten you. You are drowning.” Her voice remains sickly sweet. “You see while you were busy talking and touching things that do not belong to you, I slowly filled your lungs with more water.” Luna steps closer to him and whispers in his ear the same way he did to her. “You are drowning, it is a shame you had to die. You are quite good looking.” Luna steps back and moving in front of him and watches as he claws at his throat, trying to breath, blood caking his fingers as he digs into his skin. He falls to the ground and convulses gasping for air, flailing until he stops moving and dies.
Luna turns to see Blaise and Draco standing there with shock and fear in their eyes. They knew of the power she wielded but have never seen it before. Christian is still unable to move, the water has now risen to his shoulders. Luna ignores her two observers as she turns and speaks to Christian. “You have been a very bad boy Chris, you stood there and watched as he put his slimy hands on me.” She ignores any plea that tries to come out of his mouth. Water moves faster and engulfs him. It seeps into his skin and body within seconds, he explodes just as Draco and Blaise throw up a shield to protect them from flying body parts.
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They drop the shield and look around at the carnage, Blaise is the first to speak. “What the hell did they do to you?”
Luna turns and gives them a look they have never seen before on her sweet innocent face. “One touched me while the other did nothing to stop him.”
Draco looks around and clears his throat, “Well how do you expect to clean this up?” He asks, waving his hand around.
“Oh that’s easy,” Luna stands in the middle of the mess she made. She clasps her hands in front of her, and closes her silver-grey eyes. When she opens them her pupils are white, sounds of water tinkling into the hallways make Blaise and Draco look around. The walls around them are moist as water starts to trickle into the hallway. Draco and Blaise figures that Luna is either pulling the water from the bathrooms within the Castle or outside from Black Lake. What started out as small waterfalls in only certain parts of the walls now covers entire walls. Water travels down the walls, onto the ground and moves around their feet to the body that lies on the floor and covers it fully. Blaise and Draco watch as the water pull apart the body and more water begins to swirl around the room. It is silent, Draco expected that with as much water as is around them, it would be loud and roaring like waves in the sea. In an odd way it is beautiful to watch, as the water washes away the bodies. When it is all done, it all disappears and the hallway is completely clean. There’s no evidence that there were bodies and body parts on the ground a few minutes ago. Both are amazed at the power Luna has just showed them, they are also proud to have her on their side.
“Not to be a downer, but what about their parents?” Blaise raises the next question on Draco’s tongue.
“Hmm, that is a bother.” Luna states. “I guess you two will need to think of something.” Luna tells them then stands between them. They begin to walk her in the other direction toward the Ravenclaw dorm. Once they get there, both men bid her good day and begin to think of a way to protect Luna more. Draco wonders if this is a test to see just how loyal they are to Harry and his friends. Blaise on the other hand makes a promise to himself that he will never piss the petite blond off, because he might be the next one swimming with the fishes.
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Earlier that day Ginny returns to Hogwarts, she hurries to the Headmaster’s office to relay the news of what she saw: Harry being forcefully dragged away by some stranger. She did not see where they dragged him off to because they turned a corner and disappeared. Ginny enters the Headmaster's office and barges into his door without knocking and stops in shock at what she sees. Dumbledore is leaning against his desk, ugly colorful robe opened, with his head thrown back and a naked seventh year student on his knees giving the older man a blow job. Ginny cannot believe her eyes. Disgust runs through her, how can anyone finds the old man attractive enough to put his dick in their mouth, let alone let the man fuck him.
Ginny clears her throat to get the Headmaster’s attention. “Um, Sir.”
Dumbledore groans, “Hmmm, yes right there, you are such a good boy, aren’t you Alfred?” The seventh year does not respond but continues on with his mission. “This better be important.” He tells her without opening his eyes to look at her.
Ginny steps completely in the room nervously, “S-sir, I-I-I was out with--” She does not get to finish her words as Dumbledore fires a curcio curse at her, sending her to her knees, she did not even see him pick up his wand.
“You are interrupting Alfred's punishment.” He lifts the curse and Ginny cannot stop shaking from the effects. “Now I will say this once Miss Weasley, hurry up and say why you are here. The longer you remain, the more precious time you take away from Alfred here.” Dumbledore tightly grabs hold on the hair bobbing in front of him and pulls it away from his dick. Ginny watches from her position on the floor as Alfred moves his lips, begging for it like a baby would a bottle. Dumbledore puts Alfred back to his task and turns his eyes to her. “Carry on and this time speak eloquently.”
Ginny gets up from her position and onto her knees, she takes a deep breath. “While I was in Hogsmeade, I saw Harry being dragged away by a large man in a cloak. When I called his name, he did not turn around nor answer me. I tried following them but I lost them when they turned the corner,” she bows her head in shame. “I am sorry, Sir. I failed you.”
“Did you get a look at their faces?”
Timidly Ginny shakes her bowed head no, she knows what is coming next and braces herself for it. However, the torture curse does not come which worries her more. She lifts her head to see the Headmaster’s hands on clenched tightly in Alfred brown hair and his hips moving in rapid movements, quickly Ginny looks away as she tries to keep what she ate that morning from coming up violently. Moans and grunts begin to fill the room and she tries to block out the sounds. This is the torture, kneeling and being forced to listen as an old man, fucks a student’s mouth with his dick. I would rather take the crucio than listen to this. Dumbledore continues to torture her with his sounds, she wonders if Alfred is a willing participant. Ginny knows that Dumbledore is capable of doing unspeakable things. Who would believe that the soft spoken leader of the Light is filled with evil. Ginny’s only reason for helping Dumbledore is to get her hands on Harry and his fortune, she has closed her mind off to all of the horrible things that Dumbledore has done in front of her. But this is the first time she has seen him with a student or anyone else. Torture is nothing new to her at his hand. Before her mother's death, he would only use the cruciatus curse whenever she was not around and only a few times. Now that her mother is gone, Ginny has found herself crumbling to her knees and shaking from the after effects more times than she can count. Through it all her mantra remains that the pain she endures is all for Harry, once she has him in her clutches, it will all be worth it. The groaning finally stops, Ginny is afraid to look back in their direction because of what she might find, when she hears a thud she flinches then looks up to see the Headmaster booted foot kicking Alfred in the stomach. Alfred’s body jerks at the force of the kick, blood dribbles out of his mouth and onto the Headmaster’s floor.
“Clean it up!” The Headmaster snaps. Alfred tries to get to his knees but cannot, so he rolls over onto his stomach and licks up his blood. “Now clean yourself up and get out of my sight.” Again Alfred does as he is asked without question, his movements are slow as he gets dressed. Ginny tries to catch his eyes to ask if he is ok, but he refuses. Once he is completely dressed Alfred flees as quickly as possible. “Now to you, young lady.” Ginny turns to look at the man, he is dressed and sitting behind his desk looking more like the regal Headmaster he shows to all, and less like the man who just had his dick sucked and violently kicked a boy in the stomach. “How was the man dressed? Were there any others with him? Did Harry look scared?”
Ginny has not moved from her spot on the floor, still on her knees. “The man came out of nowhere and hugged Harry, Sir, he looked taller than the three others that were with him. I suspect from his clothing that he is wealthy, Sir; his cloak looked as if it was made from the finest wool. And, no Sir, Harry did not look scared. I called out his name but he did not respond.”
“Was there anyone else with you? Did they perhaps see who Harry was with?”
“No Sir, I was by myself. I just left Hermione and Ron, I wanted to visit a dress shop.”
The Headmaster sighs, “What am I suppose to do about your failure? Why can’t you be more like Miss. Granger. She is the only one out of the three of you who does not constantly disappoint me.”
Ginny hates when he asks her questions like this, she also hates when he compares her to the perfect, never do anything wrong Hermione. Mentally Ginny wishes for Hermione’s death each time the old man compares her to the manipulative bitch. “Now, now, Ginny dear,” The old man says. “Don’t worry, I will give you time to make amends for your failure. You will find out exactly who the men were and where they went. Do. Not. Fail. Me!”
“Yes Sir.” She answers hurriedly.
“Come to me.” Ginny gets ready to stand when Dumbledore clears his throat. She looks up and sees the stern look on his face. “Crawl to me.” Ginny’s face turns red while she crawls to the man, feeling debased and humiliated. She rests her head on his legs and he begins to run his hands through her hair.
“Sir, do you think I will get Harry in the end?”
“Ginny, my dear, before the school year is complete I promise you will get everything that is coming to you.” Satisfied with his answer. Ginny smiles and snuggles closer to his leg. Despite his many faults, he has never failed to fulfill a promise.
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Later that night Ginny corners Harry as soon as he walks into the dorm. He goes and sits to the left of Seamus. “Hi Harry.”
“Hello Ginny, how are you?” He says offhandedly.
Harry takes off his sweater and undoes his tie, he loosens two buttons, pushing down his collar. He ruffles his hair making it a bit messy, Ginny’s insides gush at how sexy he looks. Ginny lifts her fingers to touch the tips of his hair. Harry flinches and moves closer to his friends. They begin to talk to each other, ignoring her as if she is not even there. She watches the changes on Harry’s face as he listens intently to whatever Seamus is talking about. It has something to do with what he and Neville got Luna for Christmas. Ginny has wondered over the past couple of months how it is that Luna was able to snag not one but two boyfriends, while she cannot get the one that she wants. Harry being gay will not stop her. We are magical for crying out loud, if I have to change myself into a guy for him to fuck me every night I will; just as long as he is mine in the end. Ginny watches the way Harry’s lips move when he talks. When he licks his lips then bites on his bottom lip, Ginny swallows loudly. The thoughts that come to her mind are all the things she can have those lips do to her body. Harry throws his head back and laughs loudly at something funny one of his friends said. His hair shifts off his shoulders and she notices the red marks on his neck. Anger, hurt, and jealousy fill her; she is prepared to lash out when Neville notices the marks on Harry’s neck.
“It seems a certain fiance got a bit territorial.” Harry blushes, and if Ginny was not so angry she would find it extremely sexy.
Harry clears his throat and brings his hand up to cover the spot on his neck. “Yeah, he felt the need to mark his territory, just in case someone tries to poach.”
“How could you let him do that, mark you like some cattle?!” Ginny jumps up and yells at him despite the Common room filled with people. She does not realize the room has gone silent at her outburst. “What happened to you, the Harry I know would not let some guy do such things to him--,”
“What, should that person be you?” That has Ginny shutting her mouth. “Are you jealous that you are not the person putting the marks on me? Newsflash Ginny, I am gay. I like cock, I like to suck it and have it fuck me. What you have, I do not want.” Ginny is shocked that Harry is speaking to her this way. “Ginny, I do not fucking want you, I do not like nor can I stand the sight of you. You disgust me, your voice grates on my every nerve.” Ginny’s lips begin to tremble as she tries to hold back the tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. She turns and looks around the room to see everyone staring at them. Embarrassment floods her. “So please stop following me around like a love sick puppy begging for scraps.” He looks her up and down, “To be honest even if you had a dick you would not be my type. I’m just not into you.” Harry gets up and flounces out of the common room, Neville and Seamus follows behind him snickering. Tears runs down her cheeks, she looks around again to see everyone quickly averting their eyes. How could Harry embarrass me like this after all I have done for him, sacrificed for him? The Harry I know is gentle and sweet, he would never talk to me this way. It must be this fiance, he is turning Harry away from me, from what we can have and he must be stopped. Ginny makes up her mind that whoever Harry’s fiance is, she is going to kill him and get him away from her Harry, so he can be the man he used to be. Just as she finishes her thoughts, Hermione and Ron walk through the porthole. Ginny wastes no time pulling Hermione to her. They have things to do and plotting to do. Harry will be hers sooner than Dumbledore thinks.
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Albus sits at his desk going over reports from his professors, he inspects the report from the Aurors about the two missing students. Christian Chandler and Slade Master’s disappeared three weeks ago, they last were seen after they returned to the Castle from Hogsmeade. Their parents received a letter stating they were in love and are running away together. In the letter it also says they did not want to be a part of the war, they broke their wands to stop anyone from finding them. When he and Severus went to investigate, their trunks and belongings were gone leaving no trace of their existence. However, Albus feels as if something does not fit. Their disappearances are too clean. Albus throws the reports down, there is nothing he can do now if the two boys are dead. And even after the Aurors were called into to investigate, they found no evidence of foul play; without evidence to the contrary, they have to believe that the boys simple ran off to be together. Albus pushes the thoughts of the missing boys to the back of his mind, they are of no consequence to him. He thinks of Harry and how to further manipulate the boy. Albus figures just as long as Severus and Harry do not find out just how closely related they are everything, he has planned will work out just fine. In the end, Severus must and will kill Harry and he can finally send him to Azkaban. His refusal to protect the man will ensure that he will no longer be a thorn in his side. Albus chuckles; it was genius on his part to change Severus’s appearance after the boy came running to him, begging him to make him forget about the man who crushed his heart and in turn used the boy’s willingness to do what he wanted.
Albus closes his eyes and rubs his hand on his hard dick, planning, and plotting always makes him hard as a rock. If only the bitch Molly Weasley hadn’t gone and gotten herself killed, she was a shrieking harpy but a good fuck. If only he could find the person who killed her, he would give them a medal for ridding the world of her, too bad Ginny is his child or she could take her mother’s place. She has grown better looking than her mother, with her supple breasts and an hourglass shape. His dick hardens the more he thinks about Ginny’s body and what he would do to her if she was not his child. Albus hurriedly unclasps his pants and takes his hard dick into his hand bringing up images of fucking Ginny in his office with her bent over his desk. Her screaming his name and begging for more. As the image of him cuming inside her, breeding her with his seed, his orgasm hits him hard. He throws his head back and groans loudly in the quietness of his office and he comes all over his hands.
When he is able to catch his breath, Albus looks down at his pants and hands and observes that in all his years this is the most he has ever cum. He brings his hands to his mouth and licks his cum from his fingers. He closes his eyes and savors his taste with thoughts of tasting Ginny flashing in his mind again. Maybe I will fuck her after all. Why waste good pussy on boys who have no idea what they are doing.
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December 1st Hogwarts Dungeons
Severus Snape tosses and turns as he tries to fall asleep but cannot, his mind is troubled by dreams and images he does not understand. He gets out of bed and takes the sleeping drought he had sitting on his bedside table. He lies back down and waits for it to take effect. Severus lifts his hand and touches his neck where his slave collar rests. His lips curl in disgust, collared like a slave by a child at that. Severus turns to his side and thinks about how lonely his life has been over the years. Lily was the love of his life but she turned around and married that bastard James Potter. Severus groans and grabs his head in pain. Lately whenever he thinks of Lily as his love and curse Potter’s name he doubles over in pain. No matter how many pain relieving potions he takes, he still experiences a blinding headache. He mentioned it to Charlie in his letters, a sweet and rare smile graces his lips thinking of his lover. Severus never imagined that he would find love at his age or with the way he looks. His face is marred with wrinkles, his hair thin and greasy from making potions no matter how many conditioners he has developed to make it bounce back to what it was once. His teeth are stained yellow and chipped as if he smoked or has never seen a toothbrush in all his days. But through it all, Charlie sees something in him despite his hideous appearance. Severus remembers a time when he was handsome, with long flowing hair, white teeth and not a wrinkle in sight. He has always had a thin frame but now he looks gaunt and in dire need of nutrition. Tears prickle his eyes, it is as if someone has placed a curse on him and forgot to remove it. He places the blame on Potter and his cohorts, throughout their years when they attended Hogwarts, they made his life a living hell and now he must contend with the spawn of James Potter as his Lord and Master.
Severus begins to drift into a light sleep as thoughts continue to plague him of what his life has become. Severus wakes up from a peaceful sleep, feeling loving arms wrapped around him. He snuggles deeper and hums in contentment. Soft familiar lips kiss the back of his neck and he smiles and reaches up behind him to caress the short locks. His lover chuckles and rolls him over onto his back, Severus keeps his eyes closed as warms lips are pressed to his. A wet tongue traces the seam of his lips, he opens willing and lets his lover kiss him. Severus always enjoyed when his lover takes charge of their loving making, their kiss is slow and unhurried. They have nothing to do this morning but enjoy each other. He runs his hand through the soft, short locks of his lover. Slowly they begin to pull away from each others lips, his lover presses their foreheads together and pecks his nose. Severus smiles at the gentleness of the man on top of him.
“I’ve missed this so much, my Severus.” The soft tone of his lover’s voice jolts him to open his eyes. The voice is not Charlie’s rough, deep hoarse one that is due to years of screaming as a dragon handler. Severus cannot believe what he is seeing. Hazel eyes slowly open to meet ink black eyes, heart shape lips smile. “Hello, my Love.” Says James Potter, the bane of his existence. What the fuck is going on!
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