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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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Harry had met more owls that break than at any other time in his life. He had received letters from each of the hopefuls and was shocked to learn that Crabbe and Goyle were actually quite literate, and hid their true smarts behind masks of stupidity to disarm their opponents. It was good to know he hadn’t been handed two bumbling brutes as part of Tom's gift to him. It was the last day of break, and he was waiting eagerly for the visit Tom had promised to make. He was due any second.

Harry jumped at the fireplace flared and Tom stepped out.

“Tom!” Harry threw himself at the man and Tom caught him around the waist, hugging him before he released him. “I missed you.” Harry added.

Tom laughed. “Yes, I can tell. So hugs are okay?” He checked.

Harry grinned. “If I initiate them or you don’t come in too fast, hugs are fine. I have to be expecting them, or I sometimes lash out. Neither of us want that.” He explained.

“No, we do not.” Tom agreed. “Where is your father?”

Harry grinned. “Brewing. Our rules are as follows:” Harry listed them off on his fingers, “No going into my room, no going into his room, no testing whether you can get past the blood Wards on certain rooms, and doors stay open. We can talk about anything, though, because us and him are the only people here, so anyone overhearing us isn’t a concern.” Harry said.

Tom nodded. “I see. Well, lead the way.”

Harry led him to the blue parlour and pushed him onto the couch, sitting next to him and leaning into his side. “I've decided.” He said abruptly.

“Decided what?” Tom asked, holding his hand out in offer.

Harry took it, linking their fingers together. “I'm going to accept the offer of being your consort. Only once I’m ready for that step, of course.”

Tom smiled. “Well, that’s good, since I’ve already introduced you as such.”

Harry grinned back. “Yeah, that was a bit presumptuous of you, but I forgive easily, so you're safe from my wrath. Be careful not to put words in my mouth again, though. I might make you a liar just to spite you.” He warned.

Tom looked affronted. “Well you had let me kiss you twice and were obviously enjoying it. I assumed it was a safe bet you'd accept. Seemed like you already had.”

“Well, I hadn’t, so next time, make sure, yeah?” Harry said, the leaned into the man, unlinking their fingers to draw idle patterns on his palm.

Tom watched with a small smile on his face. “What are you doing?” He asked indulgently.

“Learning you.” Harry answered, turning his hand over and tracing each finger. “You've big hands.” He commented. “Are you correspondingly big in other places?” He asked impishly, peeking up at the man through his lashes.

Tom smirked. “Well, I certainly like to think so. I’m plenty big enough.” He added.

Harry nodded, then told him, softly, “You'll have to be extra careful with me, when we get there.”

Tom lifted his face with a finger under his chin and told him, “I will be the most tender and patient man to ever touch your body, when we reach that point. You will have no complaints, I will see to it.” He smiled. “But it will be a while yet before we get there.”

Harry nodded his agreement and added, “At least a year.”

Tom hummed. “Perhaps two. You are so young.”

Harry frowned. “Well don’t make me wait too long!” He said vehemently. “I'll die of frustration!”

Tom chuckled. “No, you won't. There are plenty of things we can do that do not include actual penetration, Harrison. You will have a lively sex life when you are ready, but we can wait for some things.”

Harry dropped his hand to cross his arms. “Wait, he says. What if I tell you I’m ready over the summer?” He asked.

Tom shook his head. “I’m fairly certain your father would kill me.”

“I wouldn’t tell him!” Harry shouted.

“I would know, Harrison.” Severus said from the doorway.

Harry whipped around and saw him wiping his hands on a dish towel. “How long have you been listening in?” He asked.

Severus raised an eyebrow and answered, “Long enough.”

Harry flushed, and Tom laughed. “See, that’s why we would need to wait. Parents have ways of showing up at the most inopportune times!”

Harry huffed.

“I take it by your conversation you have accepted his offer?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded. “I was going to tell you after he left. We still need to talk about it, but later.” He said.

Severus nodded. “I will be ready to discuss things with you once he leaves.” He said, then left the doorway.

“Well, that was embarrassing.” Harry said.

Tom chuckled. “I’m sure it was, for you. I didn’t mind so much, we weren’t actually doing anything to be ashamed about.” He told Harry. “Talking is not the same as doing.”

Harry huffed. “I know. I can actually do one of those.” He muttered.

Tom hummed and traced his cheek. “In time, Harrison, in time. May I kiss you?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Yeah, sure. You don’t always have to ask, you know. Just come in slow so I can be ready.”

Tom returned the smile. “I'll keep that in mind.” He said right before lips met.

Harry sighed into the kiss, feeling hands threading their way into his hair. He shifted a bit, and the hands tugged.

He froze, and the kiss was immediately broken.

Tom worked his hands free carefully. “Don’t pull your hair?” He asked.

Harry let out a shaky breath. “Apparently not.” ‘I repressed that one.’ He thought.

Tom nodded. “Sorry.”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t know, either.”

“So, the reason I can get into your mind when we kiss is because,” He took a deep breath, “You’re a horcrux.”

Harry frowned. “What’s that?” He asked.

Tom hummed. “Nasty bit of magic, but it’s what’s kept me alive when I shouldn’t be. You do a ritual that involves some unpleasantness, followed by a murder, and then place a piece of your soul inside an object. I found out you can use a living thing, and used my snake, Nagini. She was once human, but she lost the ability to transform back, and asked that I use her in any way I desired. So I made her a horcrux. She feels useful that way. You were unintended, but that is why I can get past your shields when we touch intimately enough. You house a piece of my soul. So long as you are living, I cannot die.”

Harry swallowed. “What does that mean for us?”

Tom sighed heavily. “Because I have other Horcruxes, I will not die even when you pass. I do not want to live without you.”

Harry frowned. “You can always get rid of your horcruxes.” He told the man.

“I do not want to. I told you, dying is unpleasant. I do not want to go through it again.” Tom said sharply. He met Harry’s eyes. “I want you to make a horcrux. And rule by my side, forever.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to live forever!”

“Is there no way to convince you?” Tom asked. “I already heard from Severus that you intend to kill. It isn’t that hard to do the ritual first.” He tilted his head. “I could be your vessel.” He offered.

Harry frowned. “No!” He said firmly.

Tom recoiled. “You would deny me this?” He asked, obviously hurt.

“Um, yeah.” Harry told him. “Besides, how long do drackens usually live?”

Tom frowned. “An odd change of subject, but about five hundred years. Why is that important?”

“You’ll have to be happy with that long, because Severus and I are pretty sure I have an inheritance coming.” Harry told him.

Tom’s eyes widened comically. “Oh, I’m dizzy.” He breathed, leaning back against the couch. “Dracken? Really?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. They run in his family.”

“But it takes a lot of power to become one.” Tom said.

“I have a lot of power.” Harry told Tom.

“I suppose, if you are set on leaving me,” Tom’s mouth twisted into a grimace, “That I can do away with my horcruxes. Nagini will have to die.” He said reluctantly.

Harry sighed. “She can be last. When I get all old and withered, we can kill her. She doesn’t need to know until closer to the end.”

Tom nodded, deep in thought. Then he smiled. “If you’re going to be a dracken, I’m going to have a mate. Won’t Nagini be pleased?”

Harry gulped. “You may not be my mate.” He said quietly.

Tom’s eyes flashed blood-red fire as he sat upright. “I will be. If we grow close enough before the time comes for your inheritance. Magic makes allowances for close associations. Otherwise, it would likely be your closest friend. Or enemy.”

Harry grimaced. “So Neville or Ron. No, thank you.” He said in distaste.

Tom laughed. “So we have some work ahead of us. By the time your birthday rolls around, we need to be close enough for the magic to consider me as a match.”

“What if I don’t inherit that soon?” He asked.

Tom shrugged. “Then we wait an extra year, no big deal.” He said blithely.

Harry grinned. “Should we have sex?”

“No!” Came from the room across the hall.

“Bloody hell, it was a joke!” Harry called back to Severus. “And stop listening to us!”

Tom just laughed.

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