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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Tom sat down and patted the seat next to him, on the blue couch in the parlour they were using.

Harry sat, nervous. He wanted to get to know the man, but his first discussion with him alone was going to prove daunting, he just knew it.

“We need to talk.” Tom said. “We will get nowhere if we do not know each other.”

Harry nodded. “What did you want to talk about first?”

Tom smiled. “I’d like to know everything about you, but it's a little soon for that yet. So we'll start small. School. What is your best subject? And is it your favourite?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Well, I’m best at Defence, which is good, because for so long I’ve had that pesky Dark-Lord-trying-to-kill-me thing going on.” He said playfully.

Tom chuckled. “Ah. Well, at least I have been good for something. Even if you have an annoying habit of not dying.” He teased.

“Honestly, I’m not so sure it was you. It could just be inborn talent.” Harry grinned, then added, “I’m just that good.”

“You're just that lucky.” Tom corrected. “Speaking of our past history, I feel the need to ask: you aren’t planning to, er, vanquish me at any time, are you?”

Harry shrugged. “See, that depends on you. I’m not now. Play your cards right, and that could become not ever.” He said lightly.

Tom smiled. “Good. For all that I've pretty much achieved immortality, I’m not too keen to keep testing the theory.” He said. “Dying has proven to be unpleasant.”

“I think it's supposed to be. If it was fun, everybody would be doing it.” Harry pointed out.

“Which would make my job a lot easier.” Tom muttered. “Either way, I will stop trying to kill you if you agree to live and let live.”

Harry nodded. “I can definitely do that.” He agreed.

“Back to our discussion, now. Is Defence your favourite subject?” Tom asked.

Harry shrugged. “Subject, yes. But my favourite activity is flying. I’m on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. I play Seeker.” He told the man.

Tom hummed. “I can see the appeal. But wouldn’t you rather fly under your own power?” He asked. “I taught your father how, and I can teach you.” He revealed.

Harry's eyes widened. “You can do that?”

Tom smiled. “You can. It takes a good deal of power, but you surely have what it takes. The Prince line is remarkably magically gifted.”

“Yes, that would be awesome! I'd like to learn!” Harry said exuberantly.

Tom chuckled. “Next summer I will teach you. Severus has told me he has plans for the rest of your Christmas holiday.”

Harry scowled. “You're a bloody tease!” He accused.

Tom's eyes flashed. “No, you are.” He scooted closer, into Harry’s personal space and leaned over the boy. “Coming down here in those clothes, looking utterly delectable after telling me I can’t have you yet.” He traced Harry's lips with a finger. “You sorely test my control, Harrison.” He whispered.

Harry gulped, and realised he was trembling. Mostly in fear. “Sir,” he whispered, “My Lord, you’re scaring me.”

Tom sighed and dropped his hand, backing away. “I apologise. Such was not my intention. We need to discuss what I can and cannot do to you before we proceed, because I am going to need to know.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah, we are. Okay, you need to not get into my personal space without warning, and don’t loom over me. Don’t grab me, don’t force or manhandle me at all, and don’t paw at me without asking. I’m very particular about being touched. I need warning and you need permission. Kissing is okay, if I know to expect it. Anything else is off-limits right now. And for a while, I expect.” He explained.

Tom frowned. “Even hand-holding?” He asked.

“That should be okay. Just don’t pull me around by the hand.” He told the man.

Tom nodded, then asked, “You’ve been mistreated by someone, haven’t you?”

Harry paled, but nodded. He didn’t say more.

Tom nodded as well. “I see. We will go slowly, and you will decide how slowly. I can give you that.”

“Thank you.” Harry whispered.

Tom shook his head. “There is no need for that. This is simple courtesy. Any decent person knows to treat a victim of certain things with care. In time, you will feel secure enough to tell me exactly what happened to you, and we will not go further than kisses until you have. I need to know what to look for in your responses to me. It is important to me that I not drive you away. I very much desire you, Harrison. The last thing I want to do is ruin my chances with you by my own foolishness and impatience. I can be a very patient man when necessary. This makes it necessary.” He finished.

“Still, I appreciate it. Waiting for something you want isn’t easy, and I’m glad you have the control to wait for me.” Harry said.

Tom sighed. “There will be much wanking in my future, I’m afraid.” He mourned.

Harry flushed brightly, but laughed.

Tom smiled at him. “You're free to imagine it, if you want. If it helps my chances any.” He offered.

Harry cleared his throat, still blushing. “I'll keep that in mind.”

There was a knock on the door, then it was opened. Severus peeked in. “Hand check.” He said.

Both Tom and Harry raised their hands, smiling.

Severus' eyes narrowed as he looked at Harry. “Why are you flushed?” He asked suspiciously.

Harry chuckled. “We were talking about wanking.” He explained.

Severus looked distinctly unamused. “Elaborate.” He demanded shortly.

Tom put his hands down and replied, “I was just lamenting that it’s going to be a rather frequent occurrence in my life for the foreseeable future, that’s all.”

“That had better be all you do for the foreseeable future, Lord or not. I will kill you if you touch my son without his say-so.” Severus snapped.

“He will set the pace. I have already assured him of that.” Tom answered.

Severus nodded. “Good.” He left and shut the door behind him.

Harry sighed loudly. “He means well.”

“He threatened me!” Tom said, in disbelief. “He's never done that before.” He murmured. He looked at Harry. “You're a bad influence on him.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I’m a bad influence on most people. You'd better be careful, I'll corrupt you, too.”

Tom snorted. “Oh, yes, I wish you luck on that. I could teach you things that would curl your hair.” He said.

"You'd better not, Severus likes me looking like him.”

Tom reached out and fingered a strand his hair. “It wouldn’t take much.” He mused. “You already have a slight wave to it.”

Harry smiled. “From my Mum.” He told the man.

Tom nodded. “Yes, I remember.” He agreed. “Beautiful, red curls. Shame she chose to die. Severus wanted her badly.”

Harry hummed as Tom dropped his hand. “She wanted me safe. She had no guarantee of what would happen if she stood aside.” He told the man.

“Still, such a waste. Such a shame.” Tom mourned.

Harry sighed. “You still need to talk to Severus, and I want to go get some reading done. We've discussed enough for today. You can always write me, if you have no time to visit. I would treasure letters from you.”

Tom smiled. “I could. Would you mind giving me another kiss?”

Harry smiled back. “I suppose I could. A proper one this time. With tongue.”

Tom's smile turned predatory. “Oh, my pleasure.” He purred, then bent to claim Harry's mouth.

Harry gasped into the kiss, clutching at the man's shoulders for stability as his knees nearly buckled.

Tom wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Harry against him and holding him up.

Harry could feel Tom, winding through his head, and with his Occlumency shields, that simply shouldn’t be possible. But Harry pushed it aside and focused on the kiss, his first.

It was warm, and wet, and he was feeling things that he’d never felt before, such wonderful feelings! He felt himself grow hard, and flushed, breaking the kiss and pulling away.

Tom looked at him, confused, until Harry’s bright flush and the hard cock pressing against his leg registered. Then he smiled.

“Ah, yes. That can sometimes happen, just ignore it until we are ready to do something about it. It will go away.” Tom assured him.

Harry nodded. “Er, yeah. Bye!” He stammered, then fled.

Tom chuckled. The boy was a delight. Shy, but there was passion there, and Tom would help coax it out, slowly and gently. The effort would pay off someday.

He left the room in search of Severus.

*****

“He went to his room, I believe.” Tom said evenly.

Severus sighed and took one of the armchairs in the room. “Why?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “It’s rather private. Ask him.”

Severus hummed, and folded his hands, resting his chin on them. “What exactly do you want with him?” He asked.

Tom shrugged. “A bed mate, a companion. Someone to love.”

Severus' brow rose. “A husband?” He pressed.

Tom's eyes widened. “Now, don’t put words into my mouth—"

“Then I suggest you don't put your tongue into my son's mouth!” Severus snapped.

Tom recoiled. “You're really serious.” He said in shock. “Severus, the boy is really far too young to be considering—”

“Any of this!” Severus interrupted. “And you are asking it of him anyway.” He got up and walked up to the man, placing his hands on the arms of his chair and leaning into his personal space. “If you worm your way into his heart and break it, a very real concern with someone who loves as deeply and easily as him, I will turn on you, without a thought. And you will not survive the experience. Keep in mind everything I know about you, all the secrets I could easily spill to the other side, were I so inclined. My loyalty lies with you, but it lies first and foremost with my family. Harry is the most important thing in my life right now. Make sure he is the most important thing in yours, or cease your pursuit of him.”

Tom sat, very still, staring at Severus warily. He gathered his thoughts and finally spoke. “Severus, you are one of my trusted few, second only to Lucius. I value you, and know how formidable a foe you would be. I will not break the boy's heart. I have no plans to leave him, and if that were to ever happen, it would be done carefully, I would make sure he was ready to end things first. But I don't know that I will ever marry.”

Severus sighed, and added one more thing. “If you ever make my son cry, your life is forfeit. Just know that.” He went back and sat in his seat.

Tom hummed. “He said he’s been hurt. Who hurt him?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “He will tell you when he is ready.”

“What did they do?” Tom asked.

Again, a shake of the head. “Ask him.”

Tom's fists clenched and he asked tightly. “Will I need to kill for him?”

Severus smiled. “Yes.”
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