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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Harry and Tom were sleeping, spooned together, when Harry woke with a start. He panicked and began thrashing, wresting himself from Tom's hold and falling out the other side of the bed. He stood, panting, as Tom woke.

“What was all that about?” He asked.

Harry took a deep breath. “Nightmare.” He said, getting back into bed facing Tom.

“Want to talk about it?” Tom asked.

Harry flushed so brightly Tom could see it in the near-pitch black of the room. It was impressive. “Well, it started out good. Me and you were in my bed, and we were having sex. Or at least getting ready to. But as soon as you got inside me, you turned into Vernon and it started to hurt. I screamed and tried to get away, but Vernon held me down and I had to watch his ugly face as he raped me.” He told him.

Tom sighed and wrapped his arms around Harry. “Is this okay?” He asked.

Harry nodded and cuddled closer. “Yeah, this is okay. I was just tired and confused.” He said. “I’m better now.”

Tom kissed him. “I will never force you into anything. And no matter how many steps forward we take, if you ever want to take a step back because you are having second thoughts, you simply tell me, and we will do so. You set the pace, always. It must always be your choice.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Thank you.” He said before burying his face in Tom's chest, inhaling deeply, and going back to sleep.

*****

Harry woke and stretched, feeling Tom’s hands at the small of his back. The hands slid lower to cup his ass and a pleased hum came from the mostly-asleep man.

Harry snorted. “Tom, you're fondling me.” He said, amused.

Tom's eyes snapped open, and the hands jerked away. “Sorry.” He said.

Harry laughed. “It’s fine, just don’t make it a habit while we're awake just yet.”

Tom chuckled. “Right.” He agreed.

Harry rolled over, taking the blankets with him, and Tom sighed. “So cold.” He mourned.

Harry laughed again. “Go get in the shower.”

“If you're going to make a habit of being a blanket hog, let me know and I will invest in a second blanket.” He grumbled, getting out of bed.

Harry hummed. “I haven’t decided yet.” He said lightly.

“Little brat.” Tom muttered, grabbing clothes and turning before he went into the bathroom to snap, “I’m going to use all the hot water!”

Harry snorted. “Go ahead. I’m used to cold showers. It’s the only kind I was allowed at the Dursleys’. I wasn’t allowed to run hot water unless I was washing dishes or doing laundry.” He said.

Tom scowled. “I take it back. You don’t need to remind me that you had it bad, I don’t like remembering it.”

Harry shrugged. “Just letting you know your revenge will be useless.”

Tom sighed and went into the bathroom.

Harry snickered and cuddled up in the blanket, watching the door. He heard the shower begin running and not three minutes into it, he heard a moan, then his name.

He smiled and began touching himself, enjoying the feelings he was sure Tom was enjoying too.

They came at the same time, Harry biting his lip to muffle the sound of his cry and listening to Tom’s cry of his name with a smile.

He cleaned himself with a spell and when Tom came out, he took a deep breath and smirked, giving Harry a smug look. “Did we enjoy my performance?” He asked. “Look up air-freshening charms if you don’t want me to know. The room reeks of sex.” He said to Harry’s blush.

Harry chuckled and got up to get his clothes. “Right. I’ll do that.” He said.

Tom laughed softly. “I suppose I won’t get a performance of my own?” He asked.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Afraid not. I’m all done for the day.” He told the man.

Tom sighed and shook his head. “Pity.”

“Next time.” Harry promised.

“Mm, I’ll hold you to that.” Tom said happily.

Harry finished his shower quickly and got out, towelling off and using the hair-removal cream he’d brought over. He hadn’t told Tom what it was, just that he used it on occasion and needed a small jar here in case he decided to use it while here.

Tom hadn’t touched it.

He quickly removed the hair on his legs and armpits and left the bathroom, walking up to Tom and lifting his trouser leg. “Feel.” He demanded.

Tom frowned and ran his hand up from Harry’s ankle to halfway up his shin. “Oh, very nice. I assume that cream you brought over is a hair-remover?”

Harry laughed. “Yes. You can use it if you want.” He said.

Tom hummed. “I might, if the hair on my face keeps growing in so fast. I don’t remember having to shave so often before. Might be a side-effect of Severus’ potion.” He mused.

Harry shrugged. “Just leave enough for me to use on my legs and armpits. Don’t finish it off. If you do use it often, let me know when it starts getting low. I use it about once every three weeks.”

Tom nodded. “Will do. Shall we go to breakfast?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah.” He agreed, and they headed downstairs.

Rookwood was there, much to Harry’s surprise.

“Hello.” Harry said.

“Hello, Harrison.” He said, smiling charmingly before turning his attention to Tom. “The house is liveable, My Lord. Should I move out immediately?” He asked.

Tom waved a hand. “You can stay until the house is complete if you wish. I have no problem sharing my home for a short while. I just don’t want company permanently.” He added, shooting a slight glare at Mulciber, who ducked his head, looking even surlier than usual.

Rookwood nodded. “I understand, My Lord. I will stay another month and move out shortly after you go to Hogwarts for the year. When you come back for Yule, I will be gone.” He promised.

Tom nodded. “That will work fine, Rookwood. Thank you for letting me know.” He said.

Rookwood nodded and turned his attention back to his food, eating silently.

*****

Severus walked into the infirmary, a box filled with unbreakable vials in his hands.

Poppy and Minerva were talking, and Severus cleared his throat.

They turned, and Poppy smiled. “Oh, Severus!” She walked over and took the box. “Thank you.”

Severus nodded. “It’s part of my job.” He said.

Minerva sighed. “Severus, who are you loyal to?”

Severus stilled. “Why do you ask?” He asked as Poppy carried the box away.

Minerva shook her head. “Albus… He's done a lot of questionable things. I may be wavering myself. I am sure you and Harry are on the same side. I need to know which that is.”

“And? If we are not siding with Albus?” He asked.

“I will know. If I know where you two stand, it may change things a bit.”

Severus hummed. “Prince Manor. Come by tomorrow at three. Harry and I will talk to you. You may learn a few things, and we will let you leave unharmed no matter where the talk leads. We only ask that you listen with an open mind.”

Minerva nodded. “I will. I may need time to consider what I hear, but I will hear you out.” She told him. “I can give you that much.”

Severus smiled. “We will be waiting for you.” He said. “I will key you into the wards tonight.”

“Severus, I also need more heart's-ease.” Poppy said, emerging from her office. “I have a three-month supply for the four students that are on it, but I will need more for the coming year.”

Severus nodded. “I will have it for you in a week.” He told her.

“Thank you.” Poppy said.

“You're welcome. I will see you both later.” He said, then left for his home.

When he got home, he searched out Harry. He found him in the white parlour. “Harrison.” He made a face. “Get your feet off the furniture.” He added.

Harry grinned and sat up properly. “Sorry, Dad. What did you want?”

“Minerva is coming over tomorrow. She will want to talk to us about our loyalties.” He said.

Harry closed his book on his finger and set it in his lap. “And are we going to be truthful?” He asked.

Severus nodded. “We are. She is wavering, and is a powerful ally. We could do worse than helping her to switch. Moreover, she is able to sway other teachers. Imagine if we could get the entire faculty to back the Dark Lord rather than Albus.” He said fervently. “We have to at least try.”

Harry nodded hack at him. “Alright. I'll be ready, then.”

“She will be by at three tomorrow.” Severus said.

Harry nodded. “Okay.”

Severus left him and headed to the lab to start on that heart's-ease before dinner.
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