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Serpentină	By : Iced_Sygar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 20915 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: You know what I just realized? I seriously don't know how to navigate Adult fanfiction that well at all. I'm unsure of how to edit my stories at all or anything. I guess it's more complicated than fanfiction? Either way, I also realized I didn't put in the first intermission. Which now makes this all look off. Oops. I don't want to go back and delete all those stories just to resubmit a chapter that's merely filler. But I can't even do that cause I don't know how to go and manage my story anyways. It's a bit frustrating but whatever. This chapter will be longer because of it, I'm including both Intermission One and Three here. Sorry about this. Again, if you don't like this derpy side stuff that me and my friends like to do, please move on to the next chapter.

Also, we have other friends we chat with in a main room on our messenger, so any other names besides Iced Sygar and Applehat208 are our friends. I’m just going to give them the default nicknames of ‘Iggy’ and ‘Belarus’. But ‘Belarus doesn’t really show up in this edition.

Applehat208 quotes:

“Also, Tom is a male Cougar I’m 99% sure.”

“I almost called it an Ihatepotter potion but...”

“You never see Voldemort on a broom. I think he learned to fly because he REEEEEAAAALLLLYYYY sucks at using a broom. He crashes every time.”

“He's so used to being the best, and then when he got older he was like "Fuck this I’m flying. HARRY GRAB MY TAIL" Okays no Nyan cat but still.”

“Do you think Voldemort freaks out when people mispronounce is name? Rowling says the t is silent, I wonder if he's a stickler about it. "Lord Voldemort I have---" "Voldemore" "My, Lord?" "You said Voldemor-T, it isn’t it's Voldemore" "Really?" "Yes really! You don’t think I know how to say my own name?!" … Yes these are serious thoughts I have.”

“I just want you to know---That just broke Harry's soul I HOPE YOURE HAPPY.”

“Poor Ron, he thinks Harry is turning into a woman.”

“I’m so sorry Harry. Your dream will die.”

“I was pondering having Harry shoot up and accidentally head-butt Tom but I think we’ve made him suffer enough this time lol”

“Indeed, is it wrong I picture bishie Voldemort in clothes esque from the Goblin King from the Labyrinth? Minus the rhinestones.”

“Okay sob for no reason I just got a picture of Greaser Tom and poodle skirt Harry WHY?!”

Iced Sygar quotes:

“Like this one recently that me and my friends joked about with Riddle. Him in only a shirt and socks, like off of that movie, singing 'Cold-Blooded Snake' with Nagini on him and he like turns pretty swift and magically avoids her bites. Cause she's annoyed by him singing the song lol. Idk, it's funnier to explain it in person”

“"Mary had a little nose, little nose, little nose. Mary had a little nose whose snot was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went. Everywhere that Mary went Riddle's nose was sure to go.”

“Cause if he was as gorgeous as he had always been, everyone would've been rooting for him instead and little kids would wonder why he's so bad if he has an ass that fine.”

“Yes, Harry is a bit of a manky pooftin' slapper and he should just naff off if he has a problem with my beautiful nose.”

Other, Misc:

Applehat208: lol YES we can troll Snape. Best potions team evar!

Iced Sygar: Yessss eue. Snape would be like '...Da fuck. How...But...' pretty much towards Harry at him successfully completing tons of potions.

Applehat208: If Snape ever actually said Da fuck I would die from joy. Try and take 10 points from Gryffindor now! SWISH

Applehat208: Pedobear Tom, Harry don’t do it! lol

Iced Sygar: Too late eue

Applehat208: I know ;-; lol

Applehat208: "Pfft, I could do better than those idiots" "Why don’t you join Tom?" "WHY DONT YOU JUST GO BACK IN TIME AND ABORT YOURSELF?!"

Iced Sygar: alhjkjksdf3wkj hjvcsgf

Applehat208: No one believes to this day that he acted like that, other than the poor bastards who did see him in person.

Applehat208: Sweet chilli beans YES!!! I will die if that doesn’t happen!! lol he has to ride behind Harry to just go somewhere on a broom. "I can show you the world~~~"

Iced Sygar: Alkjlkjsdf

Applehat208: Now picture it. Aladdin "A Whole New World" scene only with Harry Potter. brain bleach is your friend!

Iced Sygar: LOL. We will definitely have to throw in the whole broom incident, there's no way we can't.

Applehat208: Of course, I don’t care who I have to maim, it WILL happen. And Harry will be terrified.

Iced Sygar: eue

Iced Sygar: I wonder how Dumbledore would react lolol. 'Wtf Tom'

Applehat208: He would be so jelly that Voldemort was young again, he would take a potion to get young too! And then we'd have bishie Dumbledore *bricked*

Iced Sygar: sdflkdjsf

Iced Sygar: That or it'd make it look like Voldermort is retarded and had to be held back that many years.

Iced Sygar: But damn he'd look fine.

Applehat208: He's pretty he doesn’t have to be smart lol.

Applehat208: *tears of rainbows* That is the most beautiful thing in this whole world. But there’s nothing broken yet!

Iced Sygar: Yeah, it did seem kind of weird not to have anything broken, especially with Harry there skdlfjd

Iced Sygar: ...Maybe Harry broke Tom's nose off... That’s it...

Iced Sygar: Well, we just solved the mystery of where Tom's nose went.

Applehat208: Pfft, it's all coming together. That and maybe the rainbow is caused by Harry breaking a rain cloud.

Iggy (Playing Harry Potter, a high-pitched annoying version): /)^3^(

Iggy: TOOOOOOM

Iggy: TOOOOM RIDDLE

Iggy: I-I GLUED MYSLF TO YOUR NOSE!!

Iggy: DO YOU WANT IT BACK?

Iced Sygar (I’m playing Tom Riddle, of course): *HITS YOU WITH A BROOM AND BREAKS IT*

Iced Sygar: AGHHHHH

Iggy: HEY TOM YOUR BROOM BROKE!

Iggy: WANT ME TO FIX IT?

Applehat208 (Playing Snape here): 50 points from Potter

Applehat208: Turn to page 394

Iggy: *Turns page.....*

Iggy: SNAPE I'M GLUED TO THE BOOK!!

Iced Sygar: dkfjsdf

Iggy: *Waves the book around and hits Tom.*

Applehat208: Yaaaay I got it

Iggy: *Hugs on Tom.*

Iggy: HEY TOM?

Iggy: *Has no inside voice.*

Applehat208: This isn’t some poorly written boy love is it?

Iggy: *Turns to Snape with a big smile.*

Iggy: NO SNAPE, THIS IS YOUR POORLY WRITTEN BOY LOVE~

Applehat208: NOOOO WHY GOOOODDD WHHHHHHRYRYRYRHRHRYRHRSEDG'iurfg;irngijrg

Iced Sygar: NO LET ME GO

Iced Sygar: *STARTS DRAGGING TO THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS UGHHHH*

Iggy: BUT TOOOOOOM I GLUED MYSELF TO YOUR ROBES

Iggy: *Is getting dragged.*

Iggy: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Iced Sygar: THE SNAKE WILL TAKE CARE OF THAT

Iced Sygar: Riddle I'M JUST A GHOST I DON'T CARE

Iggy: *Is glued to ghost robes? Ouo*

Iced Sygar: Tom Riddle falls down and claws at the floor to drag himself to the girl's bathroom

Iggy: *Gets dragged across the wet floor.*

Iggy: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Iggy: I'M ALL WET TOM!!

Applehat208: *Was busy throwing up in said bathroom because he hates his life that badly*

Iced Sygar: OH MERLIN HELP MEEEE

Iced Sygar: *Claws faster*

Iggy: Harry Potter splashes in the water.

Iggy: FASTER FASTER I WANNA SLIDE~

Applehat208: What in the name of hot sweaty naked boys is going on he---*gets stuck to glue*

Iggy: HI SNAPE!

Iggy: GLAD YOU COULD JOIN THE TOM RIDE!

Iced Sygar: SHIT!

Iggy: I LIKE RIDING ON TOM IT'S FUN!

Applehat208: Starts to vomit again

Iced Sygar: WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I'M GOING TO KILL EVERYTHING THAT EVER LOVED YOU, YOUR PARENTS

Iced Sygar: UNLESS MY FUTURE SELF ALREADY TOOK CARE OF THAT

Iggy:! TOM! SNAPE IS THROWING UP. MAKE HIM STOP.

Iced Sygar: NO, AIM FOR POTTER

Iggy:......

Iggy: PARENTS DIE?

Iggy:;A;

Iced Sygar: YES, EVERYTHING

Iggy:.....

Iced Sygar: EVERYONE

Iced Sygar: I'LL HUNT THEM ALL DOWN

Iggy: I'M SO SAD TOM!

Applehat208: *Mutters something that may be "50 points from Potter" or "Fresh Bakery Ham"*

Iced Sygar: GOOD!

Iggy: SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT I'M AN ORPHAN?

Iggy: WAIT! DRACO LOVES ME.... Wait no no He hates me....

Iggy: NEVERMIND ^u^

Applehat208: I hadsh parents but they were twishe as large nosed as me

Iced Sygar: *Drags over to the opening of the chamber and struggles to get it open*

Iggy: OOOOH IS THIS A WATER SLIDE?

Iggy: WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GO!!!!

Applehat208: You kids ever see the human centipeide?

Iggy: NO, WHAT'S THAT? IT SOUNDS LIKE FUN!!!

Iced Sygar: *Works on opening it faster sob sob*

Iggy: TOOOOOOOOOOOM I'M THRISTY CAN I HAVE SOME WATER??

Iced Sygar: NO

Iggy: PLEASE?

Iced Sygar: NOOO YOU'LL GET SOME WHEN YOU MEET THE SNAKE

Iggy: HEY TOM LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!

Iced Sygar: GET OFF

Iggy: I CAN'T

Iced Sygar: aslkfjsdf

Iced Sygar: *Goes to find that snake again*

Applehat208: Is this not hell yet?

Iggy: *Is dragged along ^u^*

Iggy: WHERE ARE WE GOING??

Iced Sygar: No, otherwise Hagrid and his pink Knickers would be here too

Iced Sygar: Probably trying to shag Hedwig while he's at it

Applehat208: do you know he wears pink knicker....?

Iced Sygar: ...S-Sob.

Iggy: ..... IT'S OK TOM

Iggy: I SAW IT TOO

Applehat208: Oh I’ve been spared something--there is a god

Iced Sygar: *Goes down into the little slide down through the sink to head to the basilisk lfdskjfd*

Iggy: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE

Iggy: I WANNA GO AGAIN TOM! THIS IS FUN!!

Applehat208: I’m going to be sick again children

Applehat208: *Begins to make gagging sounds*

Iced Sygar: NO YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE THE BASILISK FOR ANOTHER SLIDE

Iggy:.... OKAY

Iggy: ^u^

Applehat208: WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE CORN DOWN HERE?

Iggy: SNAPE HAS A HAIRBALL

Iced Sygar: I DON'T KNOW OK sob

Iced Sygar: *Drags Harry through all the bones and towards the damn snake*

Iced Sygar: HERE BOY. COME MERE

Iced Sygar: *Whistle*

Applehat208: Hey that wasn’t in parseltounge

Iced Sygar: Fuck I was wondering why it wasn't coming

Iced Sygar: SSSSSS SSSSSHHHH FUCKER SSSSSSSS COME HERE SSSSSSS

Applehat208: Hey you sound just like me when I got braces

Iced Sygar: lkjaslkfjds

Iced Sygar: *Trips over the basilisk's skin but he can hear it in the distance and he gets up hopefully, dragging Harry with him.*

Iced Sygar: SSSSSSHSHHSSSSS DINNER TIMES SSSSSSSSSSHSHHS

Iggy: HEY I CAN SPEAK THAT

Iggy:!!!

Iggy: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HIIIIIIIII TOM SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Iced Sygar: WHY DON'T YOU CALL FOR IT THEN, IT LIKES IT WHEN IT’S FOOD IS SCREAMING

Iced Sygar: Shit

Iced Sygar: You probably confused the hell out of that snake or drove it off sob

Applehat208: *Tries to hiss but just gets strangled on spit and spends next 5 min coughing*

Iced Sygar: Yeah I don't hear the snake anymore

Iced Sygar: IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT

Iggy: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS COME HERESSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSNAKEY SSSSSSSSSS

Iced Sygar: *Throws Harry into some puddle of water but, of course, is pulled along thanks to that damn glue*

Iced Sygar: FUCK

Iced Sygar: I hate you so much

Applehat208: I didn’t do anything!

Iced Sygar: No, not you. Harry.

Iced Sygar: Now I'm all wet

Applehat208:....That’s what she said

Iggy: PURPLE

Applehat208: FUSHCIA

Iced Sygar: Ye-EW it's bones-Wait. Oh this is that Ginny girl's...

Iced Sygar: WAIT

Iced Sygar: Shit

Iggy: eue HEY TOM

Iced Sygar: WHAT

Iggy: YOU HAVE TO MAKE A SEX NOISE

Applehat208: I DIDNT LOSE FOR ONCE!

Iggy: YOU WERE THE LAST ONE FOR A COLOR

Iced Sygar: *Sighs*

Iced Sygar: *Makes some odd combination of a hiss and a moan*

Iggy: *Climbs all over getting stuck everywhere too.*

Applehat208: It reminds me of the sea

Iggy: THAT WAS A BAD MOAN TRY AGAIN

Iced Sygar: SUCK MERLIN'S SAGGY LEFT BALLSACK I'M NOT DOING IT

Applehat208: There we go

Iggy: OKAY FINE.

Iggy:: .....

Iggy: WHO'S MERLIN?

Iced Sygar:...

Iced Sygar: *Tries to drown in the puddle*

Applehat208: HEY THATS MAI DROWNING POOL

Iggy: *Holds Tom up, oh so helpful.*

Iggy: I WANNA DROWN TOO SAVE SOME FOR ME!

Iced Sygar: NO GET YOUR OWN POOL

Iggy: I WANNA DROWN TOO!!

Applehat208: I'll Roshambo you for it

Iggy:....

Iggy: DON'T KICK ME IN THE NUTS

Applehat208: You lack them Potter, your voice makes that obvious

Iggy:....

Iggy: *Saddened wimper.*

Iced Sygar: Yeah I'll Roshambo

Iced Sygar: I GO FIRST

Iced Sygar: *Aims for Snape's gems*

Iggy: IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE NO PARENTS RIGHT?

Applehat208: *One straight shot to the nuts later Snape lays on the ground*

Iced Sygar: *Goes back to his pool*

Iced Sygar: It is because you have NO PARENTS

Iggy: HEY TOM?

Iced Sygar: NO ONE EVER LOVED YOU

Iced Sygar: WHAT

Iced Sygar: *Is busy trying to drown himself*

Iggy: WILL YOU BE MY DADDY?

Iced Sygar: NO

Iced Sygar: I'M NOT THAT OLD

Iced Sygar: DO I LOOK OLD?

Iggy: *Hugs*

Iggy: *Touches face*

Iggy: PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

Iced Sygar: IT BURNS GET AWAY

Iced Sygar: slkfjdsf

Iggy: NO BUT YOU'RE FINE AND ALL, WE CAN BE INCEST ^u^

Iced Sygar: I SWEAR

Applehat208: *Vomits blood*

Iced Sygar: AFTER I DROWN MYSELF

Iced Sygar: DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY BODY, POTTER

Iced Sygar: *Pushes away sdkfjsd*

Iggy: *Is already touching.*

Iced Sygar: NO GET AWAY

Iggy: *Is all gluey*

Iced Sygar: Why don't you go do something useful

Iggy: *Must be sweating glue or something.*

Iced Sygar: GO SUCK A BROOM. LEAVE ME ALONE

Iced Sygar: *Takes off clothes just to get Potter off*

Iced Sygar: Sob

Iggy: SUCK A BROOM?

Iggy:.....

Applehat208: *Bloody nose and wasn’t even looking*

Iggy: OOOOOOH I GET IT!

Iced Sygar: Oh hey, another blood pool I can drown myself in

Iggy: *Crawls back over to Tom*

Iced Sygar: NO DON'T YOU DARE

Iced Sygar: GET AWAY

Iced Sygar: *Kicks at the boy's face*

Iggy: *Dodges and settles right between the other boy's legs.*

Iggy: *Le wink.*

Applehat208: By Thor’s hammer this is getting raunchy

Iced Sygar: God damn you and your glue-sweat

Iced Sygar: UGH YOU'RE SO WARM AND STICKY GET AWAY

Iced Sygar: UGHH

Applehat208: Quick Tom! Transform into rubber!

Applehat208: It's your only hope

Applehat208: *Still just lying there*

Iced Sygar: I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT THE MARVOLO RING AND THE OTHER TWIN

Applehat208: YOURE MORE USELESS THAN A MAGICAL GIRL

Iced Sygar: *Cries such pretty tears*

Iggy: *Sucks on that Broomstick*

Iggy:....

Iggy: MMPFH TOMPF?

Iggy: IMPH GOOPHED TO YOURMPH BWOOMPHSICKPH

Iced Sygar: WRONG BROOM STICK OH GOD wait keep going

Iggy: *Tries to get off, but it's hard and he can't breathe and suck at the same time.*

Iced Sygar: Nothing but you can watch if you'd like!~

Iggy: I'MPH SUCKPF!

Applehat208: I believe I’m glued to the floor

Iggy: MMMPHF MMMMMPHF!!

Iggy: *Whimpers in between Tom's legs.*

Iggy: MMMMPFH MMPHF

Iced Sygar: *Moans and forces Harry's head down more onto him.*

Iced Sygar: Keep yelling like that, keep it up.

Iggy: MMMPHF!!

Iggy: *Struggles*

Iggy: *Gets his mouth stuck with Tom even deeper in him, great.*

Iggy: MMMMMPHF MMM!

Iced Sygar: *Bites his lip, just so...Oh god he was getting close already.*

Applehat208: *Fell asleep*

Iced Sygar: *Gives Harry papercuts?*

Iced Sygar: *Man, papercuts that deep in your throat, man*

Iced Sygar: *Oops I used men twice*

Iggy: *Screams!!*

Iggy: MMMMPH MMPHF MMMMMPHF!!!!!!!!!!

Iced Sygar: *Comes*

Applehat208: *Begins to have night terror about wild animals*

Iggy: *Is still stuck.*

Iggy: *Can only be loosened with Snape tears.*

Iggy: *Will otherwise will be stuck here to perpetually suck Tom off.*

Iced Sygar: That's not too bad of a deal. But I'm not a cuddler, bitch.

Iced Sygar: I'd rather you suck and then push you away

Iggy: ;n;

Applehat208: I don’t know what you’re talking about I never cry---

Iggy: *Sohb*

Applehat208: SOB LILY

Iggy: *Just think Snape.*

Iggy: *The boy with Lily's eyes around Tom's hard on and not yours.*

Iggy: *You'll never get my mom's love.*

Applehat208: YOURE JUST MAKING EM CRY FROM SICK NOW

Applehat208: ---Hey how can you talk normally?

Iced Sygar: *Is trying to keep from laughing at all of this*

Iggy: *Mental link Snape.*

Iced Sygar: *Riddle 's laughter dies*

Iggy: *I have one. Because of my mother's eyes*

Iced Sygar: *I'M IN THE MINDLINK TOO FUCK*

Applehat208: *Mind blown*

Iggy: eue

Iggy: *Tom~*

Iggy: *Can talk in a normal voice with mind link*

Applehat208: Why wasn’t I aborted.....

Iced Sygar: I'd rather have your voice around my dick and muffled

Iced Sygar: *Brat*

Iggy: *But Tom~~*

Iggy: *I'm not as annoying if I have to use my brain.*

Iggy: *Besides I don't feel like sucking you off.*

Iced Sygar: Well then get off you little brat

Iced Sygar: I AIN'T GONNA SUPPORT YOU, GIRL

Iced Sygar: T RIDDLE IS HIS OWN MAN

Applehat208: GET OUT MY HEAD

Iggy: *Can't. I'm still stuck to your penis.*

Iggy: *I need Snape's tears to get me off.*

Applehat208: I already cried you twit!

Iced Sygar: YEAH GET OFF YOU FLOOZY

Iggy: *Are you over here by me? No I don't think so.*

Iced Sygar: Shit

Iced Sygar: SNAPE

Iced Sygar: COME CRY OVER ONTOP OF US

Iggy: *My mouth has Harry Potter brand glue.*

Applehat208: You come over here I’m glued to the floor!

Iced Sygar: Your tears will nourish my appetite as well as get rid of this glue

Iced Sygar: SHIT

Iced Sygar: *Drags himself out of the little puddle and towards Snape*

Iced Sygar: God this Chamber is so damn cold

Iggy: *Is getting dragged by a dick.*

Applehat208: You should get it insolated

Iggy: *Mom must be proud.*

Iggy: *Is kind of just dangling off the end like a fish on a fishing pole.*

Iggy: MMPHF MMPHF!!

Applehat208: Well I can’t spurt tears children you'll have to use the tear pool

Iced Sygar: *Tries to scoop up the said tear pool and to shovel it onto his prick and Harry*

Iggy: *Starts to work his mouth to loosen the glue.*

Applehat208: GIT THAT THING AWAY FROM MAH FACE

Iced Sygar: HOLD ON I'M TRYING TO GET HIM OFF FIRST

Iggy: *Starts moving his head more, it's starting to get a little looser~*

Iced Sygar: Fuck I'm getting turned on again

Iced Sygar: GET OFF ALREADY

Applehat208: DON’T DO IT OVER HERE

Iced Sygar: *Throws tears at Harry*

Iced Sygar: I NEED THE TEARS THOUGH

Iggy: ALMPHF THEAH

Applehat208: I’M GOING TO TEAR HALF MY SKIN OFF TO GET AWAY'

Iced Sygar: OK GOOD, MAYBE YOU'LL CRY MORE AND I CAN GET HIM OFF FASTER THEN

Iced Sygar: AND DON'T LIE, ADMIT IT, YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS

Iggy: MMMPH MMMPH

Iced Sygar: *Indicates to moi*

Iced Sygar: SHUT UP HOE I KNOW I'M HOT STUFF

Iced Sygar: AND YOU CAN GET OFF ANYTIME

Iggy: *Is still moving his head back and forth to break loose.*

Iced Sygar: Ughhh

Iced Sygar: *Moan*

Applehat208: GOD NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOO! I WILL GET A SQUIRT BOTTLE

Iced Sygar: FILL IT WITH YOUR TEARSSS-AHHH

Iggy: MMMMPHF~~~

Iggy: *Isn't really stuck anymore, just finishing the job.*

Applehat208: FUCK THIS SHIT *Cuts self loose with spell*

Iced Sygar: *Releases again* -Wait where is that hissing-...Oh it's the Basilisk finally

Iggy: *Finally pulls off, wiping a suspicious looking liquid from his lip.*

Applehat208: *Is a pirate now*

Applehat208: *Since he left an eye behind*

Iced Sygar: *Tries to sic the basilisk on Harry*

Iced Sygar: EAT THIS KID SSSSSSS

Iggy: ...

Iggy: HEY TOM? IS THAT YOUR SNAKE FRIEND?

Applehat208: It's an ONYX

Iggy: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSHSHSHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HIIII SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSNAKE SSSSSSSSSSSSSHSSSSSS

Applehat208: Use a pokeball

Iced Sygar: SSSSS KILL HARRY SSSHSHSSHSHHSHSSHITTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSS

Iced Sygar: *Basilisk then slithers close to Harry and opens up its mouth nice and wide...*

Iggy: *Doesn't move, then runs up and grabs a diary out of the critter's mouth.*

Iggy: LOOKIE WHAT I FOUND!!

Iced Sygar: SHIT

Iggy: *Begins flipping through Tom's diary*

Iced Sygar: PUT THAT BACK

Iggy: *Flashes a troll face and runs off.*

Iced Sygar: SHIT

Iced Sygar: FOLLOW HIM AND BEAT HIS ASS SSSSSSSSHSHS

Iced Sygar: *Basilisk does so*

Iggy: *Runs around. "DEAR DIARY"

Applehat208: Are there flowers pressed in it?

Iggy: "I GOT A BLOWJOB BY THAT HEADMASTER TODAY, THEY WEREN'T KIDDING ABOUT THAT TITLE!"

Iggy: "THEN SOME MUDBLOOD BITCH GAVE ME THIS PRETTY FLOWER. I PRESSED IT HERE SO I CAN BE REMINDED TO KILL HER LATER"

Iced Sygar: STOP READING MY ENTRIES UGH

Iced Sygar: *Chases along with the snake, forgetting and not caring that he's naked*

Iggy: *Just runs around like yay*

Applehat208: *Is putting this on youtube*

Iggy: “DEAR DIARY, GAVE HEADMASTER A BLOWJOB. SAID I WOULD NEVER BE HEADMASTER.”

Iggy: “I CRIED.”

Iced Sygar: FUCK YOU GUYS TOO

Iced Sygar: I'M GOING TO KILL EVERYONE ONE DAY

Iggy: “DEAR DIARY, KILLED MUDBLOOD FLOWER BITCH, I PLACED A PORTION OF MY SOUL IN HERE.”

Applehat208: Pff even I become headmaster

Iced Sygar: *Goes to cry in a corner*

Iggy: WOW YOUR SOUL IS PRETTY

Iggy: *Runs up behind Tom and hands the book back, pressing himself to Tom's back.*

Iggy: *Whispers seductively into Tom's ear...*

Iced Sygar: Don't tell me you're stuck to my back

Iced Sygar: IF YOU DO

Iced Sygar: I SWEAR

Iggy: I'M GLUED TO YOUR BACK~

Iggy: *Trollface*

Iced Sygar: *Reaches back to try and rip the boy's eyes out of his sockets*

Applehat208: *Snores*

Iggy: OW OW OW OW OW OW

Iced Sygar: I also like the saying 'Suck it and see'

Iggy: Tom~ I love it when you talk British to me~

Applehat208:I know what you mean

Iced Sygar: ...Bugger all

Applehat208: Potter is a cheating tart.

Applehat208: I bet Voldemort gets sea sick

Iced Sygar: He probably does LOL

Iggy: Nobody nose.

~Intermission Three~

A/N: Like most of our derp side-rps, they’re spontaneous and combustible. Probably. We’ll just be derping around and suddenly it’ll turn into something more and get serious all of a sudden LOL. I decided to upload this one, which I refer to as the ‘Breakfast’ side derp. I played Riddle whereas my coauthor played as Harry, of course. Instead of just putting our usernames, I’ll just put the characters we’re playing as the ‘usernames’ instead. Also, one more note, but we default in these side rps to assume that Riddle and Harry are living together in some random house somewhere. Probably Albania. Just thought you’d like a heads-up. We also have a running joke that Tom LOVES panties. Specifically Harry in them. He also enjoys blackberries and icing. Which, if you just even look at the summary of this entire fic, that icing reference is in there for the lulz. Anyways, enjoy!

Tom Riddle: I think Tom could be in an ok relationship. Problem is it'd have to be with someone who would probably be ok with being a victim like that. But then again, he also likes to keep them to the side and hidden from everyone else, all pretty and taken care of. So it's not too bad. Besides the Stockholm syndrome kicks in after a while anyways.

Tom Riddle: My Riddle keeps trying to rationalize it to be perfectly ok

Harry Potter: Murdering everyone else who has Harry's attention is A-Okay causeitistotallynormal

Tom Riddle: Well he wouldn't have to murder people if you were already by his sideeee

Tom Riddle: THIS IS ALL HARRY'S FAULT

Harry Potter: YOU MURDERD MY PARENTS FFF

Tom Riddle: I just picture him as a selfish and insane rich kind of person attitude lol

Tom Riddle: NO. THEY CHOSE THEIR PATHS.

Tom Riddle: SPIN THE WHEEL HARRY

Tom Riddle: SEE WHAT YOU GET

Harry Potter: Yep if all else fails blame Harry and take inner rage out on him later.

Harry Potter: WHAT WHEEL?!

Tom Riddle: Never mind, forget the wheel, why don't you entertain me in other ways eUe

Harry Potter: I think you’re bipolar

Tom Riddle: Excuse me? I'm bipolar? What's wrong with wanting to be with the one your... 'Love'?

Tom Riddle: *Is just doing that fake gentlemanly shit*

Tom Riddle: *One moment it's about your parent's death, the next moment I decide my dick is more important*

Harry Potter: You’re also emotionally retarded I’m pretty sure.

Tom Riddle: ...Why don't you come over here?

Harry Potter: ...Why?

Tom Riddle: Just come over here for a moment.

Harry Potter: *Harry has constant ignorant mode on* ... Okay....

Tom Riddle: (Lol, that's my threat with people when I get annoyed with them. Most of the time it's joking though. I'm just like. "...COME HERE. COME LOOK AT THIS BOILING POT OF WATER REALLY CLOSELY FOR ME...")

Harry Potter: Wh-What is it?

Tom Riddle: *Backhands.*

Tom Riddle: Don't you EVER speak to me like that!

Tom Riddle: Pretty people say pretty things.

Harry Potter: ...*Holding face* So I should say you’re emotionally perhaps in some way at sometimes a little bit slow compared to other people?

Tom Riddle: Excuse me? I believe I handle relationships just fine. And if I see that they are not going the way that is needed, /terminate/ them.

Tom Riddle: *Sharp glare, crossing arms.*

Tom Riddle: Not that a little 14 year old can actually dictate to me how to properly handle such ridiculous things.

Tom Riddle: (Or is it 15? Idk.)

Tom Riddle: It is, but it is the words you say, Harry. They can be quite hurtful sometimes.

Tom Riddle: *Not actually affected by it.*

Harry Potter: You can be quite hurtful in general and not just with words >:I

Tom Riddle: You don't hear me calling you a hesitant little child who says such nasty things about the person who likes him quite a bit, do you?

Tom Riddle: Well, (BACK IN MY DAY) if you responded better, you'd get rewards, not punishments. That's how things work in the real world.

Tom Riddle: If you were to say some of the things you have to me to a stranger, they would more than likely start to fight you as well for an attack on their character.

Tom Riddle: Either way finish my breakfast in an apron and panties only please

Harry Potter: Yes well you tend to make up rules about what I can and CAN’T say on the spot.

Harry Potter: PLEASE DOESN’T MAKE THINGS BETTER

Tom Riddle: Well, some things only develop as they happen or time progresses... And I don't see how that can hurt anything! It'd make me pleased after all the nasty things you've said right now.

Tom Riddle: *If he was really being mean, he wouldn't be having a little lover's spat with you, there'd be no argument, and you'd probably be limping away to go bandage yourself up.*

Tom Riddle: *Considers this 'nice'*

Tom Riddle: NOW REPENT AND MAKE UP FOR THE THINGS YOU'VE SAID. And wear the panties with the polka dots this time

Harry Potter: If you were really being nice I wouldn’t be terrified about not wearing these clothes! FFF I'm not your wife why can’t you just make your own breakfast?! *Yelling from bathroom*

Tom Riddle: *Goes quiet, considering marriage*

Tom Riddle: Hmmm... Maybe, maybe not. Oh what to do.

Tom Riddle: (Idk if he would actually marry anyone or not lol)

Harry Potter: ... I’m still underage!!!!

Tom Riddle: Not that it matters to me.

Harry Potter: (He’d probably be like "What’s the point in this now?”)

Tom Riddle: Or to you, apparently.

Tom Riddle: (Yeah, he's wondering what's the point lol. Other than having someone tied to him. But at the same time he'd rather have them more as a servant than a spouse)

Harry Potter: I either put on the apron or I don’t get out of bed that’s what matter to me >:(

Harry Potter: (Same diff to him)

Tom Riddle: (Yeah. But one is more of an 'equal' than the other. But the idea of a little 'housewife' Potter is a temptation in of itself.)

Tom Riddle: You've already gotten out of bed so I don't see a point in bringing that up. Besides, it'll make me happy.

Tom Riddle: *SMILE*

Tom Riddle: Lol nah

Tom Riddle: *Gentlemanly smile*

Tom Riddle: *CHARMCHARM*

Harry Potter: *Rips door open* We both know what happens if I don’t wear this---.... Fine. But hands off while I’m cooking I don’t want to get burned (Fooled every time poor Harry).

Tom Riddle: *Is happy and didn't promise anything about not touching him while he cooked, though he definitely watched him closely eue*

Harry Potter: *Temper rising* Do you know how hard this is to do while you’re over there violating me with your eyes.....?

Tom Riddle: I could be violating you with something else right now, so consider yourself lucky.

Tom Riddle: *Stares at his pretty*

Harry Potter: I have a knife ready for that.

Tom Riddle: Oh, you wouldn't be so mean. You wouldn't actually hurt me, would you?

Tom Riddle: *Smile smile*

Harry Potter: FFFFF---! Well if you stay over there I won’t have to will I?

Tom Riddle: Of course, which was why I was just watching~

Harry Potter: Then PLEASE stop watching! There I said PLEASE aren’t I good? *Sarcasm, sarcasm* Not that you listen out here or in there *Grumble, rant*

Tom Riddle: I'm only looking because I like you so much. I'm attracted. It's a compliment, my sweet.

Tom Riddle: *Is able to pull this gentlemanly BS out of nowhere.*

Harry Potter: *And it is this that will always fool Harry* Hrngh... Fine. *Brings food to table* There it's done. I’m changing now!

Tom Riddle: *Grabs Harry and pulls him onto his lap eue*

Tom Riddle: Not so fast~

Harry Potter: H-Hey!!! What is it?! I made it all the way you wanted so what’s the problem?' *Struggle, squirm*

Tom Riddle: *Touches the boy eue*

Tom Riddle: Oh, no, you did everything just fine. But I'd like to enjoy you a bit more because I couldn't touch you earlier~

Harry Potter: Watch where you’re---! I knew you were going to cheat! Do I have to get a lawyer every time I make a request or something?!

Tom Riddle: *Chuckled and moved one hand to touch the boy while the other went to cut up the food on his plate a little, even feeding it to Harry carefully eue*

Tom Riddle: Now, now~

Harry Potter: S-Stop it… Hey are you listening to me...? *Halfhearted squirming, distracted by where that hands touching—And then distracted by food because he's starving* I’m still mad >:I. *Munch, munch*

Tom Riddle: Oh, sure you are~

Tom Riddle: *Continues to feed him and touch that nice little body under him. Nothing too frisky though right now. Just like rubbing his legs, touching his hips, and so on.*

Harry Potter: *Resorts to sullen silence--(As much as he can when he's being touched) for a little bit.* "You’re like that witch in Hansel and Gretel....”

Tom Riddle: Tom Riddle blinked but then laughed. "Oh, well I might ravage you, true... You are delicious enough to eat; I might even take a few bites." He joked, moving to give a little nip to Harry's ear and still feeding him. He actually already ate and he didn't mind feeding his pretty doll~

Harry Potter: Harry pouts still a little annoyed "You’re also getting ol--Ah! Don’t do that..." No he did not like this at all, it was just hormones is all; he comforted himself. He was grateful for getting to eat real food though; sometimes Tom seemed to forget he could not just live off of sweets.

Tom Riddle: Riddle chuckles and just continues touching him more, getting a bit more adventurous with those fingers of his though he was also trying to finish up with feeding him to make sure he was good to go. Wouldn't want that food that he had made for him (Tom) to go to waste now, would he?

Harry Potter: "See you don’t listen at all...!" Harry complained, holding the apron skirt down... Finally. "I can do what you want all the time, but you only do what I want when you think it’s funny!" He didn’t make a very good case for himself about what he did and did not want, though.

Tom Riddle: "Nonsense, I'd like to think I'm looking out for your better interests. You're not pleased with me? You think I jest about this?" He put, putting the fork down and ignoring the food now. He instead focused all of his attention onto Potter now, touching him softly and trying to pry that skirt up as he kissed the back of the Gryffindor's neck, along to his shoulder, and up to his ear.

Harry Potter: Really, he did want to make a break for it; it wasn’t that he enjoyed it, but he couldn’t because he couldn’t move (troll logic). "W… Wait..." He tried again, feeling his grip on the skirt slack off. He wasn’t a fool; he knew that if he played a little too hard to get Tom would forgo toying with him. Harry wasn’t sure what was worse. He jerked with every kiss, wishing that the damn apron had more material to cover him.

Tom Riddle: Tom Riddle pulled his lips away from Harry's ear to kiss him on the lips. He wasn't too particularly rough or anything like how he normally liked it, though, this was just kissing and touching for the most part. "Wait? What are you waiting for?" He mumbled, moving a hand underneath that apron finally and grasping what Potter tried to hide underneath.

Harry Potter: Harry made a pitiful cry when he was grabbed, feeling the tension inside him increase tenfold… Paired with the kiss it had gone up twenty. "I-It's too early for this... It’s morning and the lights are on..." He tried, having a hard time coming up with a reason why they should quit.

Tom Riddle: Riddle pulled away, a bit amused. "Well, I can just stop then if that's what you're asking." He put after giving a nice stroke to the boy and pulling his hand out from underneath the apron and away from the panties. He really really liked them on the Gryffindor.

Harry Potter: "Tha... I didn’t..." He could get away now, it was true. Full of shame, anger, and pent up sexual urges Harry bit his lip and tried to get up. It didn’t work out well; he was dizzy from the heat raging inside him and he was getting sore from the damn tight panties Tom insisted he wear so he wound up setting down again. "Y-You know that I can’t make it...!" He grumbled, looking at the floor, red faced.

Tom Riddle: Tom Riddle was only amused more as he watched the boy before moving to hold him as if he were going to carry him and indeed did so. He picked him up, moving away from the table and towards the bedroom. "Well, let me help you then. You'd like to go to the bedroom, yes?"

Harry Potter: Predispositioned for this, Harry clung to him hiding his face against the elder. "Ah... Y-Yeah..." He mumbled, watching the table getting farther and farther away. Still, he preferred to at least have some sort of bed; it was more of an emotional comfort thing than anything else. "Don’t drop me..." He gripped trying to still be a little bothered.

Tom Riddle: The Slytherin carried the boy onwards, moving to lay him down on the bed, actually. "I wouldn't drop you~" He then scanned Harry's body before looking back up to him, one knee on the bed and one foot still off, standing and considering. "If you want me to just leave you alone, I can still do that." He smiled. He definitely didn't want to leave him alone to just play with himself and get out of this. He couldn't resist those damn panties on him. But it was much more satisfying to hear him actually ask for it when he could turn such a thing down.

Harry Potter: After being lain on the bed, Harry couldn’t help but wonder how many times he had seen this familiar setting now. Weakly he pressed the skirt down; it still only covered him to mid-thigh though. He covered his face, embarrassed and ashamed. If he said "No" there was a 50/50 chance he would get jumped anyways, yet if Tom did decide to leave him he'd have to do everything himself. And then he'd get teased and tormented with the fact that he had gotten himself off. Another thing was that... He really didn’t want to stop. "Wh--Why... You know I..." He kept breaking off, sore and aroused. "Please..." He whispered through his fingers finally.

Tom Riddle: Tom waited for the boy to tell him that he wanted him to please him...And definitely that wait paid off to hear that aroused whisper. He leaned back over the boy, moving to kiss him as he got back onto the bed and on top of him. His hands snaked their way under the apron once more, his fingers playing with the panties underneath for a moment before pulling them down enough to free the obvious hard-on that Harry was now sporting. Pushing the apron up some he was able to freely touch and play with the hardened arousal while they kissed. He seemed to be doing all he could in effort to please Potter, as well.

Harry Potter: Sometimes, when Harry would be much more belligerent about his sexual appetites or Tom was displeased with him for some trumped up reason he (Harry) would get much less pleasant treatment. This on its own put Harry on edge, but the fact that it wasn’t just Tom that got off on it made him very worried about himself. He hid his face into one of the pillows on their bed after the kiss broke---their bed, the idea made him a little queasy. "Pl-Please, take them off---!" He cried the tight constriction had become unbearable. He still had enough sense to say "please" and not demand. Demands weren’t "cute" and got him into trouble. He bit and mewled into the pillow trying to stifle his arousal... At least at this end.

Tom Riddle: The Slytherin was a bit put off that he couldn't keep the panties on the other boy since they looked so good on him. However, he knew he could get them on him another time and that he'd just have to make his little doll happy for now. He moved his hands away from teasing Potter to now pulling the panties off, moving back on the bed a little to slip them off of his legs. It was really an arousing sight to him and he already had a few more ideas stewing up about future little panty escapades. But, for now, he tossed the panties aside, moving back on top of Harry and instead moving to lick and suck on those perk little nipples, moving the apron out of the way slightly but still on the boy.

Harry Potter: Harry whimpered softy; he wanted to get the apron off too but didn’t want to push his luck at the moment. The feeling of being suckled like this kept shooting straight between his legs and he kept fidgeting with the apron to keep it down.

"Uhm... Don’t.... Don’t you have to go soon....?" He asked, his voice breathy as he tried twisted the other hand into the sheets under them both. Not that he wanted this to stop, but he didn’t want to be the one blamed for making Tom "late'. Which was ridiculous, since he really had no job other than killing people and ruling the wizarding world with an iron fist. Still, Harry had been blamed for ridiculous things before and he wasn’t going to take chances.

Tom Riddle: Tom was amused that, even in the boy's current state, he seemed to be worried about his 'time schedule' for 'work'. What a good little pretend wife he had.

"How nice that you remember that~ But I can skip a day. For you." He mumbled against the other boy's heated skin as his lips caressed Harry all over that he could reach without having to take the apron just completely off of him. It was so cute how he was trying to hide and pull the apron down further, to cover himself, even though he still wanted the apron on Potter, he couldn't allow him to cover up the wondrous area that he lusted for~

"Tsk tsk. Don't cover yourself up~" He chuckled as he moved his fingers down along the sides of that slender body beneath him before tugging the fabric of the apron out of Harry's clutched hands. And, within the next few seconds, that little skirt that was covering him was lifted up and laid against his stomach while his arousal was finally out in the open and obviously hard from all of Voldemort's efforts.

"Hmm, you seem to really like it when I touch you~" Indeed, it was a shame that he couldn't see a big tent in those cute panties earlier, but just this was fine too. And, without much hesitation, he followed up on exactly what he said, stroking Harry's cock just very teasingly and gentle. He really wanted to see him squirm, beg, and moan for it. If anything, it almost seemed like he was petting some kind of bird gently instead of his lover's throbbing hard-on.

Harry Potter: Harry shivered; the movement of the lips against his flesh was arousing. He was annoyed at how he felt himself lean into the caressing hands, glad that Tom hadn't just decided to get him revved up and leave. He couldn't hold onto the apron very well with his nerves being so messed up, so he wasn’t surprised the apron was removed from his grip. It was also not surprising to feel the apron pushed back, a chill running through him from the air. The teasing touches set him on edge; he couldn’t quite—Uhn why was he teasing so much?

Harry arched, trying to get more attention, more sensation. He knew wasn’t so far gone as to actually grab Tom's hand, but he did make more noise. "No... Don’t tease..." He whimpered, face turned to the side and one hand still twisting in the sheets, the other gripping the apron front.

Tom Riddle: The smirk spread more across the older man's face as he began to touch the boy more upon seeing how much he began to beg and writhe. He was so beautiful when he acted like this and it was one of the things that Tom absolutely lusted after him for. His touches went from barely ghosting over the throbbing member to fully touching and stroking him. And, with a few more begs, it wasn't long before he was fully pumping him and giving him a lovely hand job.

"You like it when I touch you, don't you? You're so filthy. I love it when you're like this." He purred dominantly, really wanting to hear the boy sing back to him.

Harry Potter: It was difficult to think much at this point, Tom had been playing with him so much that he was degenerating fast now. Which was the point. But Harry never caught on to it though. He spread his legs the second he started to be petted fully, not resisting at all. Despite every protest, he absolutely got turned on by being dominated like this; he wouldn’t say it—After anyways. Hearing the other speak to him so made him mewl in basic response, before answering "Uh.... Uhuh..." He kept having to break off to breath, swallowing hard. "I'm not... Mn... I'm not filthy....." He protested softly, pressed into the hand that held him.

Tom Riddle: Seeing Harry's legs spread only amused him further, devouring the view greedily all for his own as one hand continued to stroke him and the other moved to his thigh, giving it a bit of a squeeze before beginning to trail upwards... And it wasn't long before he was already prodding at that little hole with a finger, though, not pressing it in and beginning to slow on the stroking to Harry's member.

"Admit you love it. Say it. 'I love it when you touch me like the dirty boy I am'." Tom was getting off so much on this and he wasn't even touching himself, keeping his concentration on the Gryffindor.

Harry Potter: He had been keening before Tom had slowed down their motions, letting out a sharp wail from being blocked from release. Now he was being teased again, caught between the hand working him gently, and the fingers that wouldn’t quite enter him. Harry was delirious for it but why wasn’t anything happening...? He did not want to say it, he did not. And he resisted for longer than he thought he could, shaking his head before realizing if he did not he would not get the affection he wanted if he did not.

"I... Love...." He broke for a moment, "I love… When you touch me..." Harry wanted to hide but even the damn apron was too short for that. "I love when... When you t-touch me... l-l-like the d-dirty boy I a-am...!" He gasped, wanting to cry a little from embarrassment.

Tom Riddle: The older boy almost got too excited at hearing such a dirty thing fall from Harry's lips, having to bite his tongue a bit to keep his wit about him and to not just release in his pants. Yes, Harry made him very aroused, extremely so, when he did things like this and obeyed him—Like the dirty little slut he was. He did not hesitate then to press a finger into the boy and to stroke him more again, practically purring from how turned on he was from all of this. "I bet you do~ Oh Harry~" His voice was even turning into a moan itself and he knew that he needed to speed things up, get the boy ready, and have his way with him already or else the Gryffindor wouldn't want to play anymore once he was done.

At this, Tom began to keep his touching to a minimum—Enough to get Harry excited and arching into the stroking but not enough to let him release. And if he dared came even close to doing so, Riddle would instantly put a finger over the boy's slit on his member and refuse to let him come just yet while he prepped him quickly.

Harry Potter: Though he did not like to say such things it had gotten him what he wanted, causing the boy to make satisfied mewls. He couldn’t quite perceive himself as a slut; after all he only did this because Tom made him. Of course. But it wasn’t enough; the touching was still very light, and the finger inside him wasn’t nearly big enough for what he craved. Still, it didn’t take long until he couldn’t hold himself in—Except he kept being blocked. He would feel the tension breaking his body going wild, then nothing but a little bit of stinging and his own anguished mewls.

The first time he thought it was just a one-time thing but no, every time he began to keen Tom would block him but would not stop giving him attention. Even when Harry made it very obvious he wanted to be released, eyes tearing up with frustration as he tried make the older man let him "go".

Tom Riddle: Tom did not give in so easily as to let the boy go—Even with all of his tears of frustration, begging mewls, and that writhing body aching for that high that orgasm brings. All in due time. "You aren't allowed to come until I can come with you too~" Riddle mused, smirking as he finished prepping the boy and pulled his fingers out finally to undo his pants and free his own, painfully throbbing member. The next few moments he was between Harry's legs and had pushed himself in, his finger still on the little slit and refusing to move to allow Harry his release. He knew that holding it would be painful for Harry—But he also knew that after all of that torturous waiting and holding, the high he'd get from releasing would be tenfold and he'd probably be deliriously pleased enough not to even remember his own name. He wanted to see the boy lose himself like that.

Harry Potter: He wailed a soft, "N-No...." When he heard how he would have to wait on the man's lust as well as his own. Still he cried out even more as he was entered, arching again and clawing at the blankets now like a trapped animal. It all hurt, but the pain seemed to add to how good he felt. He felt so confused; he wanted to have sex, but he also wanted to get off right now. "Ah----! Then,---" He felt his hips being rocked now, but Harry did want to go slow even if it was for his own benefit. "No, ah! Hard--! I don’t want to go slow---!" He heard himself demanding, breathing primarily out of his mouth, finding even the thin apron too heavy and hot now.

Tom Riddle: Voldemort didn't choose to start out slow—Much too eager to fuck the boy senseless, however, when he heard he wasn't going fast or hard enough... He got hugely turned on by the seeker saying such things without being prompted to and he certainly gave in to what he was begging for. Grabbing those sweet little hips, he began to plow into him even harder and faster, keeping one hand on the hip and the other still keeping Harry from coming just yet, though, he was getting much more closer by the second and hearing what affect he had on the Gryffindor was driving him wild.

Harry Potter: The noises that Harry made were not the usual pleading cries but almost shrieks; though it was impossible for him, or anyone listening in, to discern from noises of pleasure or pain. He wanted to be used and the second Tom had grabbed his hips was the second he had wrapped his legs around him tight enough that escape would be very difficult. "Ah---I want to---! Tom, I want----" He might have accidentally bitten the man ridding him had he not been so into bucking with all the force his body could muster. He wasn’t himself at all, wailing for sex, uncaring how much he would hurt afterwards, or who if anyone would hear him.

Tom Riddle: Tom was so caught up in the way that Harry was acting that he was completely forgetting about anything else around them except the heat and pure lust being created between them. He was panting hard and the bed whimpered under his thrusts into Potter, trying to fuck him as hard, deep, and as fast as possible. The usual hot coil that wound tight in the pit of his stomach could've scalded him now from how much this was turning him on—He should obviously do this more often if this was the reaction he was going to get. Sure, he loved the innocent and naive Harry. But this... This was almost too much.

It was only a matter of time though before he came, burying himself deep within the Gryffindor and releasing his hold on the boy's member, letting him finally have that release he so whorishly asked for. In fact, Voldemort was so caught up in everything he didn't even think to get onto the boy for calling him by 'Tom'. The afterthought of this only helped to swirl that heat around inside of him more as he went in to kiss the boy-who-lived, so lost in pleasure.

Harry Potter: Harry would severely regret demanding this rough treatment later that day, but at the moment? It was very, very worth it. When he was finally released he had arched forward in his delirium, actually clawing up his lover’s back pretty bad though there was no blood. He wasn’t thinking; it felt too good and he had to do /something/. At the same time he jerked his hips back hard onto the bed a few more times, as if demanding everything that there was to offer. Harry's voice was heard outside the house very well but he didn’t care now. It took him more than a few moments to ease out of his heat, hungrily sucking on the other's tongue as they kissed.

Tom Riddle: Oh, it was simply amazing hearing Harry’s voice echo so loudly off of the walls and more than likely for anyone within the vicinity of their house to hear. The boy would probably be so shameful about it—Especially if he realized anyone heard him. But, he didn’t care—Let everyone hear his wonderful toy call out for the only person he belonged to… Voldemort. It was almost akin to marking his territory, which, he took advantage of doing at any moment that their lips pulled away, nipping at Harry’s skin or sucking it along his neck and collar bone.

Feeling every last drop being sucked out of him by the needy Gryffindor left Tom at a loss for words. He definitely needed to do this more often to get more of these kinds of reactions out of Harry. The way he was so lustfully and hungrily kissing him… The heat of their bodies mixing and pressed against one another while their tongues danced… The feel of Harry’s back as he stroked down along it and gripped the boy’s ass to pull him into an even deeper, sensual kiss… Yes, Tom craved all of it and he didn’t dare to speak or to ruin any of these moments with Harry.

Harry Potter: What Harry felt was much like when he would wake up; a blank slate. This was not to say he was not pleased with all of the sensations coursing through him, but that he really wasn’t worried about anything. He didn’t care that this would hurt like hell afterwards, that he had yelled so loudly, that the person he had committed these acts with was...

As they kissed Harry gently ran his fingers through the hair of his lover, traced the shoulders and back trying to memorize the feeling. When they would pull apart for air, he would still have to breathe through his mouth, whimpering as he was marked but enjoying it.

Unlike his usual self who was timid when they kissed, he was greedily eating up the attention given to him. When he felt like they had pulled apart too long he would gently guide Tom back to his mouth, doing his best to please him. Being grabbed so made him swoon, but really it just made his voice become more of a purr. Harry did not want to get very far from his captor at the moment.

Tom Riddle: The Slytherin loved having Harry within his grasp, actually responding nicely to all of his efforts on him and craving it just like he was. Tom was sincerely enjoying these moments, giving little kisses to the soon-to-be-hickies along Harry’s skin and just savoring it all.

But it wasn’t too much longer before he was pulling the smaller boy more into bed with him, pulling out of him finally, and giving soft little sensual kisses as the heat died down more, making Tom begin to realize just how tired he was getting already after their little session just now. And with an arm around the Gryffindor, he didn’t let him get away as he began to feel that sleep tug at him and beckon him to fall asleep there, immersed in that heat with the blankets he pulled on top of them to trap it there. More than likely he’d fuss later from having not cleaned themselves off or getting the bed dirty but he didn’t care right now. There were also a few things he wanted to say… Though none would come to him. And the word ‘love’ was definitely not slipping from his lips, even if he tried.

Harry Potter: Though it was still early morning, Harry too was getting quite drowsy so he was quite happy when Tom was wrapping the blankets around them. He settled close to the other, face pressed gently against his chest willing to share his own excess warmth. It was a pleasant, safe feeling to be held like this—Even when he should have felt anything but. He hadn’t even thought about the bed and how to deal with it after their nap, he was so pleased and sleepy it was hard to think of anything but how nice this all was. Unlike Tom, he did not have any problem voicing his feelings though they were hard to hear since he kept dosing off half-way through his sentences.

Harry Potter: Harry woke up some time later, his lower half sore as he had expected it to be. He sat up slowly. He didn’t have to be /as/ careful as he used to about waking Tom, not since they had both gotten sick. This annoyed him more, since /he/ was sleeping just fine without a care in the world, what did /he/ care, /he/ didn't feel like his hips were broken. Glaring still, Harry knew that he would probably get stuck with changing the sheets—He could hear the voice now "It's your fault for tempting me to bed with that apron on." FFFFF. Viewing the long hair Tom had acquired during adulthood, he got a very viscous idea. Oh he could cut it off, but he himself really liked that hair and Tom would just magic it back in the morning… No, this would be harder to notice.

Quietly Harry dug in the drawer beside their bed, pulling out some of the necklaces that had been forced on him and straddled the still sleeping Tom. Yes, he would change the sheets; he would lovingly change those sheets because he would be able to think of this all day. He separated the hair into three sections, working the necklaces into the easily formed loose braid. Let's see who likes looking like a woman now? Before Harry went back to bed, pleased with his handiwork, he kissed his lover one more time.

"Oh, I love you yes I do~." He purred, knowing that it would take Tom quite a while to notice the very girly braid down his back.

Tom Riddle: Tom woke up after a bit, having not been awakened at all for the horrors that Harry had done to his hair or for the little kiss. Harry was getting better and better at being able to sneak around in bed or out of it without Tom noticing it, it seemed.

And he certainly didn’t notice his hair after he had gotten up. He was more concerned at the moment with how dirty and filthy the bed was, ordering the boy to come and clean it up since he obviously was the lewd one who tempted him there in the first place. Though, it was odd how Harry seemed to be completely fine with following his order—He usually always grumbled or was hesitant but now it almost seemed like he was… Smiling? Either that was a really good round of sex or something was up…

Either way, Voldemort then was too distracted to mess with his hair and was focused on washing up his body before getting into some fresh clothes. Peter had come to bother him, which he came close to murdering the bloke for such a thing, but then he was only… Stared at? Sure, he was in the bathroom and the man should’ve been strangled but he seemed to be so preoccupied with staring at him… When he barked at the man to demand what he was staring at… He soon found the answer as he peered into a mirror.

True, at first, he had thought it was a hickey that perhaps Harry had so lovingly laid on him. But, alas, no. It was some wet braids with beads in them, hanging over his shoulder. He of course sought Potter out then, completely shoving Peter aside, and went to go get very angry at Harry for daring to mess with him like this in his sleep. Did he need more punishing? Obviously his punishments beforehand weren’t enough if he was going to catch him doing this to him now!

“How DARE you braid my hair! With beads too?! I would have your head right now had you been anyone else!” Of course, he hadn’t meant to let that little comment slip—It just did. Of course, he would never say that he loved Harry aloud cause that’d just make his throat freeze up and brain fry from not being able to comprehend it. But, it was obvious that deep down… He did care for him. Even if he was a motherfucking prick for braiding and beading his hair.

Harry Potter: Despite how badly Harry knew he was in trouble, he couldn’t really take Tom seriously since he still had the elaborate braid in his hair. "Y-You shouldn’t make me change the sheets then!" He said, trying not to break down into laughter. He caught the little admonition of affection though, even if it was on accident. "Beside I picked the green beads so it's f-fine----" He struggled so hard. If he laughed there would be no escape—Well there might not be one now but laughing would not help.

Tom Riddle: “It doesn’t help that it’s with green beads!” Tom fumed, completely angry and even getting a bit red in the face from having something so… So… There wasn’t even a word for it! “Take them out now!” He demanded, mainly because at the moment something had made off with his wand again temporarily. More than likely it was Nagini again. She was a very bad house pet. If Harry dared to laugh…

Harry Potter: "Yeah, yeah I'm fixing it hold on..." He still wanted to laugh, but it was just pleasant to get Tom so flustered. Apparently, he had assumed Harry had magic’ed it together but it was just a normal braid that if he himself could have taken out. Harry gently worked the braid apart, removing the beads carefully as to not pull Tom's hair. "There, all done. Bead free once again." he said showing the strand off to make it clear they were gone.

Tom Riddle: Tom was still flustered and angry about it but when Harry began to take it out and put it back to how it was before, he was more pleased again. “Don’t ever do this again unless you value that little head of yours.” He griped, moving his hands through his hair to make completely sure it was fine.

Well, he thought it was fine, anyways, before sitting down to eat breakfast that he forced Harry to make him, in an apron again, before heading out to go shopping. He had apparently not felt a few braids with beads still left in them earlier so when he walked through the town… Needless to say, when he returned home after a few hours, Harry was going to end up quite sore again the next morning. And Lucius apparently was never going to let him live down being seen in some braids and beads still.

A/N: Ugh. I couldn’t think up of a funnier ending, sorry. Hopefully all the other funny bits made up for that ‘meh’ ending. And lol, idk why we chose beads and braiding. We just did, alright?
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