Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The First Horcrux	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 27247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I neither own nor profit from any part of the Harry Potter universe.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
It was strangely difficult to pull away and extract himself
from the other boy�s willing mind.�

When Draco had been occluding, it had taken no effort whatsoever to draw
back.� Now though, it felt as if he had
been sinking into morass and had to fight and tread water to climb out.��
Returning after a struggle to his own awareness, he
experienced a sense of disorientation and panic � finding himself
naked on his knees while Draco lay, weak and panting for breath before him, grey
eyes glazed upon his own.�� Tom�s own
eyes were dry and sore and he felt very tired suddenly � his heart was beating
too rapidly.
With a groan he subsided backward onto the floor, the cold
stone on his back soothing.� Closing his
eyes he tried to calm his racing heart and re-order his thoughts.� ��
�Draco?� he eventually muttered wearily.�

There was no response for a long minute and then he heard a whispered �Yes, my Lord?�

He dragged himself up to sit and looked over at the anxious blonde.

�Get up.�

It was said with more tired resignation than authority.��
Draco seemed to brace himself, drawing together his
strength, and then pushed up off the floor to kneel.�

Clearly he was not prepared to stand when Tom was sitting.�

Tom held out a hand to him.� �Help me up.�

The quick �yes my Lord� and the careful assistance were
noted.� Draco seemed very, very concerned that he might do something
wrong.. that he might have already done something wrong.� It was obvious in the trembling of his hands
and the cowed stance.� He started to
lower himself back down to his knees when Tom had regained his own feet but a
hand on his forearm stopped him.

�No.� Tom said quickly.� �No.. I..�
I don�t want that right now..� He swallowed, trying to push what
he had watched from his mind and reclaim the powerful feeling he had enjoyed
earlier.�

Draco looked even more upset and nervous.
�I�m sorry, my Lord!!�
I shouldn�t have assumed. �
Tom sighed, realising that it wasn�t him that Draco was afraid of.

�It�s not important.� Go and run a
bath.� I need..� I need to..� he
trailed off, swallowing the unpleasant taste in his mouth. ��How could he admit that he felt the irrational
need to wash the feeling away?!� The
repugnant and entirely unwilling desire that had assailed him before he�d
decided not to watch the rest of the memory.
It was unnecessary to explain anything, naturally.� The blonde was already hurrying to the bathroom
the moment it seemed like no further communication was to be forthcoming.� Shortly thereafter Tom heard the sound of
water falling.�
Aimlessly..very nearly mindlessly, he wandered over toward the
balcony, letting himself out, uncaring whether or not it might be possible for
anyone to see him here.�

The late afternoon air was cold on his naked body, but he found it pleasant.� The icy breeze that stroked his skin to gooseflesh
had a faintly appealing hint of smoke in it, as if somewhere someone had been
burning leaves.� And although the sky was
covered in dark grey hanging clouds, a rim of orange gold light hung on the
horizon beneath them, transforming the black lake into violet glittering silk. �
Taking a deep breath Tom let his eyes drift over the darkening
world that he�d spent most of his life in.�

As miserable as he had been in the diary, he had never truly loathed Hogwarts itself.
Across the grounds a faint movement caught his attention.� He made out a figure creeping in the shadows
and stepped closer to the parapet to try to see more clearly.�

Someone was moving along the edge of the forbidden forest.�

They were wearing a hooded cloak and, queasily, he matched it to the masked
death eaters in Draco�s memory.�

It was not a similar cloak.. it was the identical
silhouette.� A Death Eater was on
Hogwarts grounds right now. ��
He wondered if his other self had devised some means of retrieving
him after all..

The thought evoked conflicting impulses in him.
Distantly, the hood was lowered,
revealing black shoulder length hair and Tom relaxed again.

Snape - obviously no longer waiting downstairs in the heads common room. ��His other self must have summoned the man.

He turned away, replacing Draco�s wand in its usual hiding place and strode
inside, closing the door behind himself.�
In the bathroom he found Draco standing next to the bath,
shaking, watching it fill, his eyes haunted.�
��
This was not what he wanted, Tom groused internally; the
sight of the other boy worsening the irritated disarray he was already
struggling with.�

This.. miserable fearful
obedience was not what he wanted at all!�
He wanted a sexual partner who actually desired him.� Not one that he had to force to comply, or
drug or hex or deceive into lust.�
Draco, suddenly noticing his presence, gasped and threw
himself to his knees.�

�I�m sorry!� I didn�t mean to!� The bath.. The bath
takes a long time to fill. �I can�t help
it!�
Tom glanced from Draco to the bath and then back, frowning
slightly.� �Draco..�
he started uncertainly.�

The way the blonde hung on his words desperately was peculiarly off putting.

�I don�t think that we can cohabitate here..� �
As if he�d cursed him, the blonde broke like glass shattering, throwing himself to Tom�s feet and
bursting into tears.�

�PLEASE!!!� PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER
CHANCE!!� I can please you.. I..
can be whatever you want me to be!!!�
PLEASE!!!� Don�t send me
away!!� I�m Sorry!!� I�m so sorry!!� I didn�t mean to, last time.� I�ll never do it again.� Don�t.. don�t send me back to him like this.. He�ll..� Draco�s voice dropped away into unintelligible
whimpering tears.
Tom stepped back, slightly repulsed, extricating his ankles
with a light shake.� The boy grovelling
on his belly before him looked up with a wet face and bloodshot eyes.� �please..� he
whispered again in soft desperation.
The bath was full enough.�
He had only to glance at it with an irritated scowl and Draco was
already leaping up onto his knees and turning off the water, scrubbing at his
eyes with the back of his arm and sniffling.�

�I.. I used...mayfeather and
orchid oil.. m-my Lord..� he said plaintively and then
seemed to realise something.

�You..didn�t..� I..I should have asked before.. �fuck!.. I�m sorry!!..�

He subsided weakly, defeated and hopeless.
�It�s fine� Tom said shortly.� In truth, he hadn�t the faintest care for
what was in the water right now and the scent was pleasant enough.� He unfastened his trousers, waving Draco off
when he seemed to be about to ask if he should help him undress.�

Kicking his trousers and underwear away, uncaring; he stepped cautiously into
the deep half sunken bath.�

It was very hot.� His skin stung after
being outside in the cold, but right now he didn�t mind that either.��

The water reached low on his thighs while he stood. �After he had lowered himself into the curved
concave of one end of the large bath, the water reached his chin and was just a
little too deep.� He vanished some of it
until the level was more comfortable.�
Ignoring the way Draco still knelt despairing, he lowered
himself underwater, brushing his hands up and over his hair, running his
fingers through it to soak it thoroughly.�
Resurfacing, he felt just a little bit better.� He rubbed
the water from his face with his fingers and let himself lay back in the tub, the
warmth and the pleasant scent unwinding his weariness and tension.

After a few minutes lying with his eyes closed and feeling how easy it would be
to just.. drift off, Tom
sighed and sat up.
Draco perked at once from his slumped, dread-fraught position,
and looked down at him from his knees with faint pleading hope.
Irritating.

It would be entirely counterproductive
�to
help Draco in the way he most wanted.�

What he wanted was obviously an escape from his duty to Lord Voldemort.� Perhaps he was deluded and desperate enough
to think that if Tom accepted him here, Lord Voldemort might allow him to lay
aside all other duties and simply serve his horcrux carnally.

Of course...if Tom did not want him - when he was sent back he would likely be
punished by Lord Voldemort for failing to please � which would only increase
the likelihood that he would be put here for safe keeping by Snape and
Dumbledore.�

Should Draco be stuck in here under watchful eye with him, there would be no
way for him to complete whatever the other task was that the Dark Lord had
given him � and resultingly, no way to elude the
wards via the room of requirement.
�Get in the bath� Tom instructed with a soft sigh of
irritation.
Draco did not need to be told twice.� He was slithering down into the hot water at
once, hovering uncertainly on his knees around the middle of the large bath, the
water reaching his abdomen. ��

Tom beckoned him closer with a lazy gesture and was abruptly pounced on, water
sloshing everywhere.� He struggled
angrily and Draco went immediately limp and pliable in fear.�

With slowly fading annoyance, Tom turned him and pulled the larger body around
in the buoyant water till Draco lay between his legs, his back against Tom�s
chest and head upon his shoulder.�

It was not entirely comfortable, in light of the size difference between
them.�
Draco lay nervously still.�
Tom could see his grey eyes wandering uneasily.�
�You cannot stay here.� he told him quietly, his arms around
the larger boy tensing when Draco flinched and tried to turn.

�You cannot stay here because you have another task to complete, Draco� he
clarified.� �A task that I am relying upon you to carry out
unimpeded.��
This seemed to wilt the blonde � Draco�s face became pinched
and aversive again.� Tom wondered what
exactly Draco had to do to make up for his error.
�Moreover, if you were to stay here with me, you would prevent
me from realising many of my present
goals� he told him quietly.

Draco turned his head slightly, pleading in his eyes once more

�I could help you..�
�No.� You are of more
use in the capacity that he has placed you�
Realising his phrasing too late he struggled to hold the
suddenly snivelling and panicking seventh year. �Draco was near hysterical again.

�I referred to the task, Draco.� He corrected
quickly� �I
will...see what I can do.. regarding your position
among the others.. especially your father.��
The broad shoulders shook as the boy took great gaspy
breaths and tried to slow his mortified sobs.

�I.. I can�t do it..� Draco moaned miserably. �What he.. what he�s said I have to do..the t-task.. I can�t do
it... What am I going to do?!� He�ll kill me.. he�ll.. he�ll.... I can�t go
through..punishment.. again.� I .. I can�t.� Please.. don�t send me back.. Don�t.. don�t make me..�� The
rest of the plea was just soggy wails.�
Tom knocked his own head back against the tub lightly in
irritation.� He wasn�t good at this sort
of thing.� He did not comfort others.� WHY was he being obliged to put up with
this?!� He could have been having his way
with Harry Potter if it hadn�t been for the �good intentions� of his other
self.�

�Draco.. as ...different as I may appear to be to Him.. I assure you, I have comparable
intolerance for this kind of ..display.� Pull yourself together.� I will not..coddle you.� Wipe your face!�

This again drew a flinch from the boy in his arms, but Draco reached with wet
hands to splash his eyes and wipe the salty tears covering his cheeks.
�Yes, my Lord� he whispered unhappily.
An uncomfortable silence settled.� They both lay in the steaming water,
unmoving, for several minutes.�

Tom had just closed his eyes and started to relax again, when the silky
movement of fingers gliding gently over his legs caused him to stir.�� Draco was running his hands down the outside
of Tom�s legs that lay either side of him.�
It..tickled..somewhat.
�What are you doing?!� Tom demanded uncertainly.�
Draco half turned his head, looking up at him askance.� �I..thought.. maybe..� he trailed off and swallowed thickly.� �I�m sorry about last time..
give me another chance.�
Groaning inwardly, Tom realised that he no longer had any
appetite for this.� As much as he might
have desired the boy earlier, he wished only that he could send him away now.

But if he didn�t take Draco then the wretch would be punished again.� And then he�d be protected and Hermione would
be removed and Crookshanks
would be removed with her.. and
that was unacceptable.
�Fine� he growled, turning his head away from the blonde.
Draco seemed to wilt again.�
His hands moved from Tom�s legs to curl around himself.
�What is it now?!�
Tom spat in aggravation.�
�..N-nothing..� Draco said
dully.� �I..I�ve
been warned never again to do anything you don�t want.� �And
you don�t want me touching you...�
Tom fought the urge to roll his eyes.�
�Its..�

Draco faltered and seemed to think better of whatever he had been about to say.
�It�s what?� Tom asked automatically.� Things that people changed their mind about
saying tended often to be quite important.
�It�s Potter.. isn�t it..� the blonde moaned. ��You aren�t interested anymore because you�ve
got him now..
There�s no other reason why he�d be half undressed in here.�
Tom gritted his teeth and didn�t reply.�

The silence stretched on again.
�I don�t blame you..� Draco
whispered unhappily. �after.. after
seeing what-� he swallowed again �-what happened..� what.. what I did.. what they did.. �I wouldn�t want me anymore either.�
Taking a deep breath, Tom released it in a mildly annoyed
sigh.� �Self pity does not suit you, Draco.��

�...If you must know � you were exquisite
in the memory.� Suffering only
accentuated your beauty.� ...But you are
correct.� I want Harry.� I wish to explore the act for the first time
with someone who is not vastly more experienced than myself.
�And I am certain that my innocence will
be a far more effective lure to an innocent Gryffindor than my skill and
experience would be.�
Draco seemed to think about this, but did not look quite as
self pitying as he had before.� After a
while he spoke again, his voice low and suggestive.� �Just because we can�t do that..one..thing..doesn�t mean I can�t please you in other ways.�
Tom glanced at him, considering the prospect with little
real enthusiasm.

�I�m.. not in a particularly
good frame of mind for that right now.�
Certain aspects of your memory - things unrelated to your own allure -bothered
me.�� ..and I
have been awake too long. �Nearing three days. �

I feel..weary and short of temper.�
The other boy looked surprised.� �I.. didn�t realise.
You recovered after the legilimency so quickly.�
I would never have thought..� is.. is there some problem?�
Should I retrieve a potion for you?�
�You recall the goals I mentioned that you could not assist
me with?� One of those has obliged me to
remain awake constantly.� It is not
important.� I will sleep when I have
attained my objective.�
Draco nodded slightly, letting the idea go.�

�Is there.. nothing.. I can
do for you?� he murmured disconsolately.�
�You can practice curses on me if you want.� Anything.�
Tom closed his eyes, desperately tempted to take just a
little sleep. He jolted back to alertness almost immediately and shifted,
uncomfortable.

� ��

The abrupt sound of the doorknob turning from Hermione�s side of the bathroom
was not enough warning for Tom, in his sleep deprived state, to throw up a
wandless sticking spell.�
The mudblood witch in question walked distractedly into the
bathroom, as if she owned it, heading in the direction of the shower, dressed
in a fluffy black bathrobe.�

Only to stop dead in the middle of the room at finding the door to Tom�s room
open. �

She was peering through the doorway uneasily, taking very small backward steps
like one who doesn�t want to alert a dangerous animal to their retreat, when Draco
moved one hand surreptitiously to cover his genitals.� The soft splish of
water dragged her eyes down unwillingly to the bathtub, taking in the sight of
the naked blonde in Tom�s relaxed embrace.�
The way her eyes boggled
and her jaw fell was almost comedic, Tom thought.� And then she turned on her heel and ran.�

That, however, was not at all humorous.
�Get her� he snapped at Draco impatiently.�

He didn�t need to repeat himself.� The
water sloshed everywhere as the blonde seeker erupted out of the bath and pelted after the girl.�

Tom sighed again, hearing Hermione�s raised voice in the next room and the
sound of a struggle.� He lowered himself
under the water that was slopping from one side of the tub to the other in
settling waves and then, upon resurfacing, wandlessly summoned the shampoo from
the shower, to wash his hair.�
Hermione was dragged, struggling and yelling, back into the
bathroom shortly thereafter and the look on her face spoke a thousand angry,
venomous, indignant, frightened words.
�

Arms restrained by Draco behind her back, her fuzzy black bathrobe had been
tugged and loosened in whatever tousle had occurred in her bedroom and now it
gaped open all the way to her navel.�

As he was lathering his hair, Tom noted vaguely how she avoided looking at his
body in the bath, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on a point an inch above his
own eyes.� He snorted and turned his attention
back to his own grooming, leaning back into the water to rinse his shampoo out.�
�What is Malfoy
doing here?!� Hermione demanded, once it became clear that he was intending to
ignore her until he was finished with what he was doing.� �How did he even get in
here?!� Have you found a way to
get past the wards?!� Answer me, you
sneaky little viper!� She struggled again fruitlessly� �LET
GO, Malfoy!! �Tell him to let go!..He�s hurting me.. and
he�s..na-..inadequately clothed and bloody dripping wet!!�
Tom, floating on his back in the bath rinsing his hair,
opened one eye and glanced toward them, taking in Draco�s acidic glare down at
the chit.� He was almost foaming at the
mouth to be allowed to bite back at her, if not physically then verbally.� With supreme restraint he turned his face
back toward Tom, waiting for instruction.�

Good little Malfoy heir, Tom thought
to himself, pleased.
He smirked faintly at them both.� �Thank you, Draco.� Do prevent her from overexerting herself, if
possible.� Hermione..
for the future, I might advise you to consider
knocking before entering a shared bathroom.�
This kind of..incident.. can
be so easily avoided with a little courtesy.��
Draco snarled at the witch and, although it seemed to
disgust him, adjusted his grip on her to further restrict her movement,
twisting her arms up behind her and holding her somewhat closer.� Hermione, fuming at his words to her didn�t
react soon enough to resist and gave a small yelp of pain as her joints were
forced into tension.
Having finished his hair, Tom sat up, beginning to reach a
hand out to summon a towel and then, with a glance at Hermione, thinking better
of it.� The water dripped down him when
he stood and carefully stepped up out of the bathtub, retrieving the towel
manually.� He dried his body
methodically, enjoying the way that the witch fumed silently, eyes turned
pointedly away from him.�

Draco had no such quibbles and stared
at him as if he was a supremely desirable object that was inexplicably no
longer available for purchase just as he had entered the store prepared to buy.
�I really am quite tired..� he said
provocatively to Hermione �However since you insist upon joining us, perhaps I
might find energy to indulge Draco after all..�

This was met with mixed reception.� Draco
perked in sudden hope, smiling at him, but then abruptly picking up on the
implication that any play between them was to include the witch he was
restraining, his expression darkened and he looked at the top of the curly head
with a repulsed sneer.� Hermione on the other
hand made it obvious that she wanted to curse Tom bloody.
�I truly loathe
you� the witch growled hatefully. �Why can�t you just leave me alone?!�
Tom smiled at her, turning and sauntering back into his
room.� The windows were dark.� He frowned mildly.� How inconvenient.� Snape would be back soon.�� Glancing back over his shoulder he
considered whether it might not be advisable to obliviate
and release Hermione.�� A tempus
confirmed that dinner would be beginning in the grand hall in less than an
hour.�

On the other hand, Hermione didn�t
know that he was pressed for time...
�Bring her� he said lightly.�
There was another small scuffle as Draco manhandled the curly haired
witch, kicking and swearing into his room.�
He growled something softly next to her ear that Tom didn�t quite catch,
although it ended in �Mudblood�.�
Whatever it was seemed to make Hermione wild with fury.� She subsided
with a much louder yelp as her arms were wrenched again.� The blonde behind her wore a broad leer of
satisfaction.�
Tom found he didn�t mind Draco�s �initiative� in this
instance, although he had not sought permission for it.� It served only to heighten the curly haired
witch�s fear.�

He approached them both with a predatory smile and reached for the ties on the
robe that was just barely covering her, opening them and spreading the fluffy
fabric.�

Hermione stared down at him, mortified, seeming to realise suddenly that this
was in fact very, very serious.

While he admired her body openly, Tom took in the peripheral disgust of the
blonde wizard.� It aroused a small
flickering sense of guilty duty in him.
�Yes.. I know, Draco.� Such a filthy,
unworthy creature.. dirty
muggle blood.. �It�s quite repulsive, isn�t
it?!�

He enjoyed the aversive, affronted expression on Hermione�s face and the deep
red blush that was unmistakeably not only
due to her anger.� The witch was ashamed!�
It was beautiful to watch.. although..
he was reminded of their conversation about Hermione�s
choice to date a rather ignorant wizard.�
He had accused her of low self esteem primarily to provoke her.. but taking in the angry,
uncertain hurt on her face now and her silence, he realised that she truly did not think herself worthy of
being desired. �Although she might rail
against them on the surface.. somewhere
within she believed the insults thrown at her.
�Disgusting.� Draco agreed with a
sneer.
Tom narrowed his eyes, stepping closer and trailing a hand
up Hermione�s side, feeling the flinch away and tensing of her body beneath his
fingers.� He permitted his thumb to
stroke the underside of her breast lightly, his head tilted in apparent
thought.� To his unparalleled delight, her nipples hardened promptly
and she swallowed, confusion and self-recrimination
evident in her eyes.
�Although ...even you
must admit, Draco� Tom murmured, deciding to reward Hermione�s physical
responses to him �-she is extraordinarily pretty
for one of such unfortunate birth... Quite intelligent
too, if somewhat foolish in terms of recognising where her best interests lie.�

The surprise on both Draco and Hermione�s faces drew a thin smile from him and he
removed his hand, almost snatching it back from the soft, milky skin.�

�She is here to spy on me, of course.. to report on what I have been doing.
�I have even made it easy for her.� I have allowed
her freely into my presence.. I have attempted to speak with her..to
build an acquaintance..

Unfortunately for everyone involved, she is too frightened to spend any length
of time around me, therefore it remains a mystery to her how you come to be
inside my room.

Oh.. I am certain she wonders just how much time I have been spending examining the
security provisions keeping me here... but not quite enough to remain here and
observe me, as she has been instructed to do.�

No.. she runs away at the
drop of a hat.. virtually at the mere sight of me.� She is failing
in her task here and does not wish to admit it to herself.

It would have been so.. simple..
for her to endear herself to me..

...I have asked her for a number of small, insignificant
favours.. and do you think
she would agree to grant me even the tiniest
concession?!�
�YOU DID-� the girl (who had been
slowly coming to a boil over the course of Tom�s critique) screeched furiously,
and then caught herself and growled between gritted teeth �You did NOT ask for small.. insignificant..
favours, you bastard!�
You asked me for things that I�m NOT allowed to give you, you threatened me, assaulted me and then you tried to blackmail your way into my bed!!�
Tom grinned expansively, feeling a strange new foreign
awareness tickle at the edge of his mind next to Draco and Snape�s marks and Harry
Potter�s strange presence.�� He let his
head fall back and bathed in the warm glow of triumph.� Generally he would never offer more than a
smile in public, but there were
moments that warranted a true grin.
�Thank you, Hermione.� I was beginning to wonder whether you would ever slip up.� Honestly.. I thought
you had somehow found a way to evade it.. it certainly seemed as if Snape was aware of things at
times.�
The girl fell back against Draco as if she�d been
slapped.� The blonde in turn pulled his
head back in shocked disgust at her proximity.�
His eyes flicked between them both, confused and upset.� Tom assumed that the upset was over the fact
that he might try to �blackmail� his way into the filthy mudblood�s
bed, when he had only tonight refused Draco himself.
�No.. no ..
I didn�t.� I didn�t mean to.. I�ve been..� Hermione looked
down in horror.�
Clearly then, she had
understood the import of her oath and had been either intentionally avoiding
breaking it or, indeed, had been somehow skirting it.
�Hermione has just granted me complete control over her
magic, Draco.� Tom explained considerately � She
submitted to a guided wand oath several days ago and has just now violated its terms.��
Draco�s face split into the brightest, incredulous
grin.� �Seriously?..
The know-it-all mudblood was stupid enough to enter into an oath with you?!�
Oh Merlin.. that is too fucking rich.� I wish
I could tell Blaise and Pansy about this.�
Sweet fucking Salazar..Mudblood Granger a squib at the Dark Lord�s whim. �It�s better than anything I�d thought of doing
to her!��
He sobered at Tom�s sharp, cold glare..�
�I won�t tell Blaise or Pansy.. or anyone, obviously.�
..I-I was just saying.. there
are so many people who would revel in
this.�� Draco lowered his head, grey eyes
flicking up at Tom beseechingly and lowering again in submission.
Content with the response, Tom smirked again faintly and
turned his attention back to the exposed witch in front of him.�

He stepped closer, ignoring the way the girl pushed back against Draco, trying
to retreat, and reached for the fluffy bathrobe, pulling it closed across Hermione�s
pert little body, tying it snugly with an air of satisfaction.
�I think that you and I shall speak about the consequences
of this later, Hermione� he told her with quiet intensity.�

�For the moment, since you are obviously incapable of holding your tongue
regarding what you learn here, I will assist you to do so.�
Drawing back again, he folded his arms and considered which
spell to use.� There were a number that
were suitable.� He could have used such a
spell from the beginning, but at the time it had seemed too perfect.. too convenient.. to make the oath and hope that the witch would fail.�

He decided upon one of the more benign options.�
It would cause no lasting harm.�
Stretching out his hand, fingers splayed, he cast the spell
silently.�
Hermione blinked in surprise at the sensation of a spell and
seemed to crumple.�

�You.. you don�t need a wand.. you�ve..never needed a wand at all..�
You could have.. at
any time.. oh god..� she whimpered, struggling weakly
again. �

Draco�s lowered eyes were dark with pleasure, as he twisted her arm
fractionally until she stood docile once more.
�If you could please tell Draco what I was doing when you
spoke to me yesterday, Hermione..� Tom prompted
politely. �-I believe I might be prepared to release you unharmed.�
Amber eyes, fraught with distress, held his own.� He could see
her working through the realities of her situation.�
�He was reading� she said and then frowned, irritated.� He watched her line the words up in her head and
try again to say �he had my cat, Crookshanks, in his
room�.�

�He was reading Emmerson�s �Form and Flow�
A small satisfied smirk twisting his lips, Tom glanced up at
Draco and then back to the witch�s frustrated face.� �That�s very
good, Hermione.� I believe we have solved
your little problem with maintaining appropriate discretion.�

You understand, I hope �that you will encounter this effect whenever you
attempt to tell anyone, whether
verbally or via any other means of communication, anything that I do not wish you to relate � irrespective whether or
not I happen to be present.�

That includes, therefore, teachers.� I can easily have you answering questions in
class..or in tests..
incorrectly if I wish. �You could be losing points for your house
every time you open your mouth, if I desire it.�

It would be.. such a pity to unnecessarily
destroy a reputation that you have put so much work into maintaining, don�t you
agree?!� �Such a waste for the top student to suddenly
become...average... or even below average..perhaps in need
of remedial assistance if she hopes at all to pass her NEWTs.

..I can have you insulting your friends
and provoking your enemies.� How might it
feel to be utterly isolated from all who might previously have befriended you..or hexed into the infirmary by retaliating foes when you
are unable to use your magic to defend yourself. ...But at present I believe I
will grant you the benefit of the doubt and not restrain you from more than
matters pertaining to myself..

I trust that you will not attempt anything unwise before our conversation later
this evening.� The spell can only be
released by the caster and, should you test me, I promise you, I will leave
you a squib, babbling nothing but gibberish for the rest of your lonely
existence.� And this spell is the least of what I might do to you, should
you prove determined to fight me, Hermione.�
Tom stopped at the glorious sight of the girl�s surrender. ��She looked like she could not think of a way
to get out of her predicament without worsening it.� The sense of powerlessness was exactly what
he intended and it was beautiful to look upon.�
�I hate you� she whispered forlorn.
Tom snorted and narrowed his eyes, smirking cruelly.� �Perhaps.. however I am quite confident that that is the last time you
will ever tell me so, Hermione.��

He noticed suddenly the way that Draco was staring at him.� The awe
in his grey eyes was nearly blinding. �He
resembled a devotee before their idol.

Intrigued and no longer having any further use for Hermione, Tom gestured
airily to him �Release her.� Let her run
off and think about how easily all of this might have been avoided had she been ..friendlier..when I gave her the chance.�
Draco tossed Hermione from him, brushing off his arms and
grimacing in disgust, briefly looking down the length of his naked body as if
he were covered in rotting refuse.�

The witch, barely catching her footing, flew in the direction of her room, much
as Tom had predicted, slamming the door after her and locking it.� He sniffed in amusement at the muffled sob of
dismay heard faintly when Hermione obviously found herself unable to cast the
wards over the door.
�You may have a shower, if you wish, Draco� Tom offered
graciously, riding the effervescent good humour of his victory and feeling
disposed toward generosity.�

�I do believe that I would not have so easily attained that particular goal,
had you not been present.�
The older boy looked relieved on both counts and asked with
a low entreating purr .� �Will you join me, my Lord?�
Tom pulled a face �I think not.� My hair is freshly washed.� I have no intention of washing it again or
allowing it to become unnecessarily greasy.�

Draco stepped close in two impatient paces. �Then I won�t shower either...
unless you want me to. �But Severus will be coming to get me soon and I
can think of much better uses for the remaining time.��

He looked down at Tom with soft intensity; his grey eyes heated as he leaned
subtly toward him.
Tom considered it.
He was feeling rather good now.. and found he wasn�t entirely opposed to feeling even better.

Generously he flicked a scourgify over the larger
boy, knowing that Draco would continue to be tense and repulsed otherwise.

�Perhaps I might possibly ..allow you ...to show me how we might better use our time..� ��
Draco had his arms around him and his lips pressed to Tom�s
own almost before he had finished speaking. �Tom hesitated only for a moment and then
returned the kiss, parting his lips for Draco�s hot questing tongue.� He tried to seize the initiative but it was
not entirely easy when his head was craned so far back to meet the much taller
boy, and he broke away, gasping.�

Draco, unperturbed, simply bent lower and attacked his neck, nibbling and
sucking in the most enticing way.�

Shuddering, Tom reached for him, his eyes slipping closed in pleasure.� Draco was so good at this.� Maybe it didn�t
feel as mindlessly pleasurable to touch him as it did Harry..
but Draco seemed to know exactly what felt the best.�
He wasn�t at all hesitant.�
With the way Draco�s hands were suddenly all over him and his
teeth biting him just a little harder, making him shiver and flush and groan, Tom was breathing fast, lost in
sensation and didn�t pay any
attention at all to how he was subtly walked backward till his thighs hit the
bed.� In his moment of surprised
realisation, Draco had already lifted him up against his body as if he weighed
nothing.�
He hissed when a hot breath rushed over his ear and Draco
murmured for him to put his legs around him.�
When he did, without thinking, it felt so
unaccountably comfortable and right.� Draco�s
hands slid down his back and cupped his arse, supporting him, and their cocks were
pressed together between them in delicious tight friction.�

More importantly, he was now almost at the same height as the taller boy.� He wrapped his arms around him and pulled on
the blond silk, dragging Draco from the spine melting things he was doing to
his neck, to claim the older boy�s lips again.�

This time their kiss was more even and their tongues fought and twirled in
balance.� Tom felt a dizzy rush and moaned
softly into the older boy�s mouth. The reaction seemed to provoke Draco as he
abruptly seized control of the kiss and sucked suggestively on Tom�s
tongue.� Taken aback, Tom felt his cock
quiver helplessly.� He struggled to
regain a clear mind through the fog of lust.�
The feeling of almost intoxication made his stomach flutter.� It was unsettlingly reminiscent of the last time that he had been with the
blonde wizard.� He felt weak.

There was a brief sense of disorientation as the warm surface he was wrapped
around suddenly shifted and became horizontal, as Draco climbed onto his knees
on the bed and then carefully lowered them both till Tom�s back rested on the
covers.� He found himself looking up into
grey eyes dark with lust.

�I fucking hate Potter more than ever right now� Draco growled and fell to
dragging hungry, open mouthed kisses over Tom�s smooth jaw, his hips grinding
tantalisingly against him, bringing their cocks into smooth maddening friction.�

Tom groaned at the feeling, scrambling to unwind his arms from around Draco�s
neck and bring his hands down to the other boy�s arse, so that he could direct
the amazing gyrations.��

He wasn�t prepared for the seventh year�s hand to insert itself between them
both, gripping both their cocks together and stroking them with practiced
skill.� Draco�s hand was much bigger than
his own and it felt better than it had felt when he did it to Harry.�� He hissed a soft expletive in parseltongue,
barely noticing Draco�s faint surprised flinch at the sound.
�Don�t..stop..� he moaned, bucking
his hips up into Draco�s hand.� A small
kiss was pressed to the corner of his panting mouth.�
�I owe you more than this� Draco murmured against his cheek
huskily.� �I owe you my mouth at the very
least.� ...I..regret..
last time.�
�don�t care.� Keep doing.. that.. Feels.. so good!!..�

He clutched at the larger body above him, kissing Draco blindly as he rocked
into the hot sweaty-slick cave of the seventh year�s hand.� �

Draco expressed something between a contented sigh and a moan, tightening his
hand slightly.�

Tom came soon after, arching and tensing with an ecstatic gasp, seeing white
before his eyes.� He felt Draco slow and
stop his stroking, although the larger boy had not reached his own completion
yet.�

Softening into an almost liquid state of relaxation, his eyes closed, Tom
caught his breath.�
Soft gentle kisses were placed lightly on his heated cheeks
and jaw.� He offered a tired smile and
turned his face, intercepting one with his mouth and chastely kissing Draco
back.
�After you�ve had Potter..� Draco�s
lips whispered against his cheekbone.� �..will you...� the words stopped uncertainly.� Tom knew what the older boy was asking.� He could almost hear Draco�s mind trying to
find a way to phrase it
�Perhaps� he answered and then amended it to �Probably�
Yes, he saw no reason why he shouldn�t have them both.�
He merely wanted Harry first.� But afterward..well..
Draco did seem a lot more enthused by the prospect of being in his bed
now.� And he wanted to know whether he could
coax the delicious sounds from the other boy that Lord Voldemort had.�
�mmm..
then I guess I�ll have to wait and hope that scarhead
is less of a prude than he always seems to be� Draco purred, his warm breath
ghosting over Tom�s neck.
Tom, his eyes still closed, nodded vaguely, feeling sleep wrestling
with his resolve again.
�Are you able to sleep now?� Draco asked lightly �Or do you
need me to keep you awake till the afterglow passes?�
Tom sighed but did not open his eyes, drowsiness already
infiltrating his thinking.� �I shouldn�t
sleep yet..� he mumbled. �Easier to...�� if..I don�t..�
Draco bit him.
His eyes flicked open in shock as he jolted in unexpected
pain.�� The blonde detached his teeth at
once from where they had nipped sharply high on Tom�s chest, just above his
heart.�

The horcrux turned an annoyed glare upon the boy above him, who was presently
cradling him in his arms.

�Draco..� he growled and there was no humour in it.�

He was considering hexing him when the other boy smiled and licked over the red
pinched mark gently.� Draco didn�t stop
his ministrations there, however, but continued licking and then kissing his
chest.� Tom was on the brink of ordering
him to stop.�

The words melted from his mind when Draco seized upon a nipple, sucking it
gently between his pale pink lips, silvery eyes still fixed daringly on Tom�s
own.�

The sensation made something in his stomach flutter in excitement and his groin
tightened again sharply.

Draco released the now hard little bud with a quiet sucking noise and smirked
up at him.
�There is no way that I�m leaving you with nothing but a handjob again� he reminded Tom with somewhat bitter
humour.� �Turn over..�
Tom�s eyes widened and he tensed defensively.
The seventh year reacted with a jolt of fright.�

�No.. no I don�t mean that.�
Fuck.. I�ll never try to do that again.� I.. I just thought..
I�d massage you.. Maybe rim you a bit.. You never got to feel what its
like to come with someone�s tongue in your arse.�

Or..maybe you�d just rather my mouth around your
cock.�� I�m ..i�m sorry.� I
didn�t mean to make you think that i�d...� I�m.. sorry..�

Draco�s grey eyes lowered penitently and he held himself very still, waiting
for judgement to fall upon him.
Tom frowned slightly.�
He actually remembered quite well what it felt like to have Draco�s
tongue in his arse.� It had felt too good.� If it hadn�t been for the principle of the
thing, and if it hadn�t then hurt so badly, he�d almost have let him have his
way.� Seeing his other self fuck the
other boy had only added to that unacceptable curiosity.�

No.. it would be better not
to give in to that particular temptation or potentially strengthen it by
allowing Draco to tease him again with his tongue..� He would not bottom.� Not for anyone.� He was no one�s toy.
�Your mouth then.� He answered with guarded permissiveness.
Draco�s eyes flew up with painful relief.� They looked quite glassy, as if he had been suppressing
tears.� He smiled weakly and immediately
threw himself into teasing and worshipping Tom�s chest, drawing up every now
and then and capturing his lips or sucking on his earlobe, nibbling here or
there on his throat.� Tom found himself
soon swayed anew into a delirious panting excitement.�� Draco was biting him on his ribs and down
his abdomen but it felt..so good.� It hurt and felt good all at once.� He reached and brushed his fingers through
the silky blonde hair presently feathering over his pelvis.�
The hot slithery sensation of a tongue sliding up the
underside of his cock forced a rather undignified gasping groan from him.� He strained his hips up toward the hot breath
he felt and lifted his head so that he could see what the older boy was
doing.�

Draco was giving an amazing impression of a vampire over the virgin�s
throat.� His eyes were hooded and hungry
and he was licking his lips.
Noticing Tom watching him he smiled seductively and parted
his lips, leaning down and brushing them over the underside of Tom�s mushroom
cap.� The jolt of it was so much more
when he could see it, Tom found as his cock leapt
sharply.
�You know..� Draco purred softly.� �Don�t take this the wrong way... but I
really like your body..� I like how young
you are..��
At Tom�s startled, suspicious, expression he added quickly �Oh
i�m not saying that I�m generally attracted to other fourth years..
it�s not your age as such that I like
- but you aren�t really this young �
it�s not like i�m taking advantage of you.. you�re the Dark Lord.. and I can
please you so much more in this body
right now.� In a few years you�ll be so
much bigger and you�ll be so much more experienced.� I won�t be able to do what I can do now, I
won�t be able to please you as well with my mouth as I can right now, while you�re
still...younger.�
A strange painful joy constricted his chest as he looked
down at the pretty silvery blonde wizard.�
Was it an honest declaration?� Or
did Draco somehow know?!� Had he perhaps worked out somehow that Tom
had been feeling ...sensitive... about his appearance?!�

Tom played over what he had said to the other boy when they had been in bed
last.� There.. yes.� Draco was likely
merely a competent Slytherin.� Last time
he had warned him that punishment would follow if the word �child� fell from
his lips even once.

He tried to ignore the tiny painful sigh of resignation the realisation
evoked.�
�Show me� he instructed, both in
order to move things toward their conclusion and to get away from further deceitful
reassurance.�
Draco seemed to catch the slight coolness in his voice and
his face fell fractionally in disappointment, his light grey eyes holding Tom�s
own for a few beats longer, trying to impress upon him with silent emphasis the
earnest nature of his words.�

When Tom let his head fall back and closed his eyes, he heard the other boy expel
a breath that might almost have been a soft sigh.�
The hesitation lingered on for only a few seconds more and
then Tom twitched slightly as Draco�s warm face descended to nuzzle him,
mouthing gently up and down the shaft of his cock.�

It was easy to think of nothing but the pure sensation as his balls were bathed
and cradled in a hot wet mouth singly and then together.�� By the time Draco had begun to swallow his
length in long powerful sucks, mmming with apparent
delight, Tom was groaning and mewling, trying to buck up against the hands
holding him in place.� His own fingers were
twined firmly in the silk of the older boy�s hair, tugging ineffectually to try
and change the speed and depth that Draco saw fit to move at.�

It was much...much..better than his hand.� �He
decided quickly that he wanted this from
now on..

and he wanted to feel what it was like for Harry to do it to him too.�

It was bliss and desperation at the same time like this - when Draco did not
have an ulterior motive.. when
he was not trying to merely bring him to fall.
Draco did not tease him too long, within minutes he had him
screaming out and exploding into the hot, wet, tight suction of his mouth.� The movement of his throat around the head of
Tom�s cock, as the blonde swallowed his emission, had him shuddering anew in
pleasure.� Draco gentled his movements
then, sucking softly until Tom tugged at his hair to stop him.�

The feeling was..too much.. afterward.� The slightest lick made him shiver and jolt. �He needed to breathe.�
He felt Draco move away slightly and then the shifting of
the bed communicated that the other boy was crawling up toward the top of the
mattress.�� He cracked a bleary eye,
following him cautiously, but Draco simply lowered himself to lie beside him,
wearing a strangely contented and affectionate expression.�

When Tom didn�t protest, he moved closer and tentatively slid his arms beneath
and around him, embracing him tenderly.

He might have fallen asleep were it not for Draco�s periodic kisses and nuzzles,
nudging him back to awareness.�

Thankfully he didn�t try to bite
again.� If his present state of peaceful
comfort had been disturbed by unexpected pain, punishment would have certainly
followed.
�I see we are getting along famously�
The acidic, disapproving tone of the damned beak-nosed ghoul
was enough to send the adrenalin racing through Tom�s body, bringing him back
to full wakefulness.� His eyes opened,
glaring unseeing at Draco�s collarbone and neck that were in front of his
face.� They were both still naked and
entwined languidly on the bed.�

He could feel the slight tension that
had crept into the older boy�s shoulders and arms, and wondered whether it was
a defensive reaction to being exposed in front of this professor, with whom he
served as a death eater and who he seemed to have permission to address
informally.�

It would obviously not be a
protective reaction or a tensing in unwillingness to release Tom from his arms.
With a suppressed sigh, Tom rolled away from Draco,
stretching and then sitting up to offer Snape an even stare.
�Like a house on fire, Severus.� Incidentally..you do
realise that if you try to sequester him here with me, my other self will curse
you within an inch of your life and will repeat the message until he is
returned?!��
This evoked a dark dubious sniff from the professor.� Tom raised an eyebrow.� He really had expected the man to be less
obtuse.� Oh well.� Let it be spelled
out for Snape then.
�...I recognise the symmetry in bringing me your Lord�s new pet.� I am sure that it was his idea, in fact.� After all,
if one cannot be good to oneself, where does that leave one?!�

However, my time with Draco aside, I
assume you are aware that he has
taken Draco into his bed and he is not fond
of having his toys taken away.��
It was extraordinarily satisfying to view the severe wizard
in his tightly buttoned robes so suddenly and completely disordered. Snape
looked horrified.� He looked furious and
frightened and frustrated.�

Tom allowed himself a small smirk at the unusual excess of emotion upon the
dour crow�s face and continued unnecessarily.
�If you do not return him fairly promptly -
�I imagine that heads will roll...villages
will burn...there will be an almighty wailing and a gnashing of teeth, ...etcetera,
...etcetera.� So..I cannot entirely comprehend
how you might have reasoned earlier - �in our conversation when you first
brought him here - �that Draco would be
more suited to staying with me than would Hermione.�

I am seriously rethinking the reasoning behind blood prejudice due to my
interactions with the girl, incidentally.�
You really have changed my entire
worldview..�
I presume that was your intention in placing
her here with me � an intelligent, attractive mudblood, quite capable of
defending herself both verbally and magically.

Do bring Draco back to visit me, though.�
I have enjoyed our afternoon together.�
The time really has flown by much too fast! �
Snape�s apoplexy could barely deepen further. �Tom was not certain that the man had even
processed the rest of what he had said to him.�
It was clear from his wide, concerned, obsidian gaze fixed upon Draco,
that he had not had any inkling of Draco�s intimacies with the Dark Lord and
that the knowledge of it disturbed him as nothing else had thusfar
� not even Lucius Malfoy�s
perverse affection for the boy.
�Mr Malfoy!� he snapped hollowly �Get dressed.� At once!�
Move!�
Draco looked across at Tom with a barely veiled frown.� �What did you tell him for?!� the resentful expression seemed to say as the boy got up
from the bed slowly
He really was too tired,
he realised with a start, suddenly realising that he had been too tired to
appropriately cover his tracks, and had then, to add insult to injury, put Snape
in a position where he would be more than usually motivated to scour Draco�s
memories.� Tom recalled the sensation of
the wretched man moving through his mind.�
Snape was skilled.. and he was patient.� Draco�s defences would
not hold under sustained scrutiny. ��

Lord Voldemort�s bed was, however, not all
that said memories would reveal, should he be interrogated now...

He should have expected it.. had
in fact known about it.� Lord Voldemort had even stated it in his
letter. �He had simply become too sleep deprived and it had led him to
make a considerable error!

All the patient waiting.. all
the irritation with Hermione.. and it would all be for
nought if his power over the chit was discovered now through Draco�s memories.�

He had hexed the girl.. but
he had not hexed Draco � and such a
hex would be useless against legilimency anyway...
A sudden horrified realisation dawned in his mind.�
Damn.�

Damn Damn Damn!.. he had really been too exhausted to think straight and had
thrown it all away.�

Hermione had been prevented from revealing anything here before she had broken
the oath.. but now.. now she was no longer bound by the oath and the spell he had
used would not guard against
legilimency � merely overt communication.�
It had been another reason that he had originally chosen the oath.� It had seemed an effective deterrent.

His mind moved quickly.� If she had known
the danger of revealing secrets before and had only broken the oath today.. then she had prevented the use of legilimency upon her somehow
thus far.� Perhaps she would continue to
do so.�

It was by no means certain.. it
was not even likely, he
realised.� But it was the only remaining
chance.�

Perhaps Hermione would not want to take the risk that he would truly
permanently remove her magic and ability to communicate.� Perhaps she would, for once, do what he told
her to do.
But that tiny fragile hope was moot if Snape discovered Draco�s
memories of the episode with Hermione. ��

Tom watched Draco slipping on his boxer shorts at a sedate pace, his face an
emotionless mask. �

He could obliviate him.� Even wandless, he was sure he would be
capable of the charm without destroying the boy�s mind.� �Probably..possibly.. even in his present mazed state.

But the results of that would be unthinkable, even if he succeeded.� Revealing to Snape the true extent of his
wandless abilities would inevitably draw much harsher restriction after
it.� He would never again gain access to Hermione,
Draco or Harry.
Gritting his teeth slightly he resigned himself to sacrificing
one of his more useful hidden abilities instead.
�Draco..� he murmured, while the
blonde was fastening his trousers.�

Looking up, the blonde met Tom�s gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly, in
hope.�

Tom smiled.

�Perhaps you might give me one
goodbye kiss?�
Draco�s face betrayed a moment of relief as he moved in his
direction.�

Tom wondered at that.� Did the seventeen
year old trust him so implicitly?!�
Behind the approaching blonde, Tom could see Snape�s face
flicker in realisation and then break into an expression of panic as he raised
his wand to stop Draco.�

It was too late though.�

Tom twisted on the bed with the last of his energy and launched himself at the older boy, meeting him in midair and throwing
him backward in an inadvertent tackle.�

Draco�s shocked eyes met his own as Tom gripped his left forearm over the mark
while they sailed toward the floor.�

It was all over before they even hit the ground.� He had hissed ::sleep:: in parseltongue and Draco�s eyes
had closed.�

He did not actually experience their landing however because Snape�s stupefy
struck him in midair and threw him off Draco, tossing him violently through the
air in the direction of the wall.�

And then.. finally.. ..blissfully.. he slept.�
��
�
Author note.
In case anyone has been wondering..
the version of Tom I tend to imagine when I think of
him in this story can be found here:

http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7600000/Tom-Riddle-in-HBP-harry-potter-7670439-500-667.jpg
Review replies can be found at
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/18725-review-replies/
- 13
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The First Horcrux