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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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When Rookwood appeared, he had two muggles with him.

Minerva frowned, but seemed to steel herself for that task ahead.

“This Muggles have harmed one of our number, so there is no need to feel bad about harming an innocent; they are not.” Tom said. “Whenever you are ready.”

“What, exactly, did they do?” Minerva asked.

Viktor looked stunned at the question, until she turned to him and explained, “I will take the worst offender, and I will go first.”

Viktor nodded, and turned expectant eyes to Tom.

Tom smiled. “I knew you would ask. Both of them were dating magical folk at one time. Upon learning of their magic, they had adverse reactions.” He pointed to the girl. “She stabbed her boyfriend in the heart, trying to kill him. Because her religion apparently says to.” He glared at the man. “He succeeded in killing his fiancée.” He hissed.

Minerva’s eyes lit with a ferocious fire. “I see. I’ll take the man, then.” She said, moving forward. She flicked her wand and the young woman rolled out of the way, hitting a few roots and rocks on the way, and Minerva paid her pained cries no mind. She first cast the Imperius curse on the man, and he recited a few dirty wizarding limericks, ones that no Muggle would have come up with.

Harry hid his smile at Minerva’s apparent dirty sense of humour.

Then, she took a deep breath and cast the Cruciatus. She held it for a good five minutes, and Harry was very impressed. Finally, she killed him. Easily.

“You’ll have to do something about the body.” She told Tom.

“Before you take the Mark, I will extend to you a courtesy few of my followers are allowed. You may call me Marvolo. You knew me before I took the name, after all, and I want no accidents.” Tom said.

Minerva chuckled. “Very well, Marvolo.” She said in amusement.

Harry hid his chuckle behind a cough.

“Wait by me while Viktor has his fun.” Tom told her.

Minerva stood beside him, looking totally at ease. Unlike many of his other followers had when told to stand beside him.

Viktor came forward and rolled his Muggle back into the middle of the circle. She cried out at being so close to a dead body.

“Oh, hush you.” Viktor said. He raised his wand.

Hermione stepped back to stand beside Harry and took his hand for comfort at what she was about to see her boyfriend do.

Harry gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

If she could handle seeing him torture Ron and Ginny and kill them, this would be nothing.

Viktor cast the Imperius and the girl recited the names of everyone on the Bulgarian Quidditch team. He then cast the cruciatus. He held it for three minutes, but it was enough to prove he could and would use the curse when necessary. He then killed the girl and turned to face Tom.

Tom smiled. “Very good.” He vanished both bodies and looked at his two newest followers. “Kneel, and give me your left arms.” He said.

Minerva knelt, and Viktor knelt beside her.

Tom Marked them both, Minerva merely tightening her jaw at the pain, while Viktor let out a soft grunt.

“And now, you ae mine.” He created masks for the both, handing them over. “You will come when I call you.” He turned to face Viktor. “I understand you have a demanding schedule; you will be called for important meetings only. Let me know when you have vacations, and I will be sure to call you for every meeting during your off-seasons.”

Viktor nodded.

Tom tuned to Minerva. “You will be called frequently, though if I can run a raid or some such without you during the school year, I will do so to ensure you have time to adequately do your job.” He told her.

Minerva nodded. “Thank you. That will help.” She said.

Tom turned to face the bulk of his followers. “You are dismissed.” He said.

Hermione rushed up to Viktor and kissed him. “I missed you.”

Viktor returned the sentiment and Harry walked up to Tom. “All done? Mine for the night?” Harry asked brightly.

Minerva gave him a disapproving look.

Tom chuckled. “I will give you my password once you get through a full week of your fifth year. I won’t have you slacking off; you need to know how much time you can waste this year before you start visiting me at night. It won’t be much.” Tom warned.

Harry sighed. “Well, it was worth a try, at any rate.” He mourned.

Tom shook his head with a fond smile. “Such a rule-breaker.” He said.

“It gets me into trouble sometimes, and out of it others. It is what it is, I’ve found.” Harry said cheekily.

Tom hummed. “Well, I can assure you, all it will get you this year is detention. And if it is with me, you will be writing lines.”

Harry grinned. “Mm. My boyfriend is sexy 200 times?” He asked.

“No.” Tom answered. “I must not misbehave at school. 250 times.” He corrected.

Harry made a face of disgust, and Minerva laughed. “I can see that this arrangement will not be a problem.” She said.

“It’s a problem for me.” Harry muttered.

“As it should be.” Minerva said.

Harry sighed in disgust. “Fine. Kiss me before we have to go back. You look so much better without that glamour up.” He said to Tom.

“I could have said the same last year.” Tom returned before claiming his lips in a fierce kiss.

*****

Harry came down to Severus’ rooms to find the man talking with Sirius and Remus.

“Hi!” He said cheerfully, then turned to Severus. “Do you want me to come back tomorrow?” He asked.

Severus hummed. “We are still getting to know each other on a new level, so if you want to see us attain any kind of familiarity, that would be best.” He said.

Harry smiled at Sirius and Remus and nodded at his father. “Sure thing, Dad. I'll come back tomorrow.”

“Not too early!” Sirius shouted.

Harry heard Severus scoff, and as he closed the door, the words, “I’m not sleeping with you this soon, Black.” Met his ears.

He snickered. Severus might have given in by now if it had only been Remus. Sirius was a sore point.

He called Millicent and headed to the library, the beater falling into step with him as he passed the Slytherin common room. “Severus busy?” She asked.

Harry grinned. “He gained two boyfriends over the Summer. They're visiting.” He explained.

“Anyone I know?” Millicent asked.

“Yes, actually.” Harry said. “Sirius Black, who happens to be my Godfather, and Remus Lupin, from third year DADA.”

Millicent grinned. “Well, he's still pretty sour, so he hasn’t started sleeping with them yet, I’d bet.” She noted.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Not yet. Sirius and Remus were mean to him back in school, so they’re still in the ‘getting to know you’ stage.” He told her. “But I have high hopes they'll get over it in time.”

“Everyone would like if he mellowed a bit, even us Slytherins.” Millicent said as they entered the library.

Harry nodded. “I’m hoping they can keep him interested.”

“He deserves someone.” Millicent agreed. “So, I’m fairly certain you've already done DADA. And Potions.” She added.

Harry nodded. “Have to impress my boyfriend. And it helps if Dad sees the talent he knows I have coming out. Otherwise, he gets irritable with me. I have to make him proud or suffer the consequences.” He said, amused.

Millicent nodded. “So, what did you call me for?” She asked.

Harry gave her his best puppy-dog eyes. “Help me with Transfiguration?” He asked sweetly.

Millicent snorted. “Sit. You know those don’t work on me. But I'll help you. What have you got so far?” She asked.

Harry grinned, sitting down and pulling out his halfway-finished essay. “This.” He set it in front of her.

Millicent took it and began to read.

*****

Harry opened the door and smiled. “Tom.” He said softly.

Tom sighed. “Thomas, Harrison. Or I will start calling you Potter again.” He said.

Harry grinned. “Dad would kill you.”

“Unsuccessfully.” Tom pointed out.

“True.” Harry agreed.

Tom smiled, getting up and joining Harry on the couch. “So what did you have in mind for tonight?” He asked, wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders.

Harry grinned and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I was thinking topless making out. Touching, kissing. Maybe even some laying down together. You can be on top of me. I think I can handle that now.” He said softly.

Tom's eyes flared. “Oh, I have to find out if you can.” He purred.

Harry smiled and pulled his shirt off, dropping it onto the floor beside the couch.

Tom was on him in an instant, pushing him back into the couch, kissing him deeply and reaching out with one hand to pinch and tease at a nipple.

Harry gasped and moaned, tangling his hands in Tom's hair, gasping when an answering hand tugged his hair, tilting his head back, not too hard, while a mouth moved to kiss and suck at his neck.

He gasped as Tom began sucking at the side of his neck, and gasped out, “Don’t—don't leave marks where Dad could see!”

Tom growled, and moved down to suck at his chest instead.

Harry writhed and moaned under his mouth, and Tom's hand wandered down, tracing the edge of his waistband. Harry didn’t protest or stiffen, so Tom let his hand wander lower.

Harry grabbed his hand and Tom pulled away, looking down at him.

Harry was flushed, eyes glassy and hair mussed terribly.

He looked gorgeous.

“Not there.” He whispered. “Not yet.”

Tom nodded and went back to kissing and sucking at his nipples, fingers tracing over the bright red mark he'd left right over the teen's heart.

He could wait. He could wait as long as Harry needed, since he was so emotionally invested already. The wait would be worth it, and his victory all the sweeter for the wait.

Harry was still panting, gasping and moaning under his mouth twenty minutes later when his wand began beeping and buzzing.

Harry moaned dejectedly and pushed Tom away.

“What?” Tom asked irritably.

Harry glared at his wand as though personally offended. “Curfew is in ten minutes. I have to go.”

Tom hummed. “Fine.” He gave Harry another searing kiss. “I will see you tomorrow?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “’Fraid not. I have three essays to complete tomorrow. I'll be busy all night. Friday night I can come see you. If I work all day Saturday.”

Tom nodded. “I'll take it.” He said.

Harry laughed. “See you in three days, then.”

Tom chuckled. “I look forward to it. Keep those lips ready for me.”

Harry shot him a sultry look. “More than just my lips will be ready for you.” He promised, putting his shirt back on.

“I certainly hope so.” Tom returned.

Harry waved and left the room.

Tom sighed and sat back, crossing his legs at the ankles.

He should have an early night tonight.

And definitely wank.

*****

Harry giggled to himself as Luna joined him a hallway down. “I'd be fine getting back to the Tower alone.” He told her.

Luna smiled. “I know. I just wanted to tell you I’m proud of you. You're making such good progress. You'll be ready by the next one.”

Harry grinned at her. “What are you talking about?” He asked.

Luna smiled wider. “That’s a surprise. A good one. You'll like it.” She promised, then kissed him on the cheek and skipped away.

Harry shook his head, bemused.

Luna was strange, but loveable. She was definitely one-of-a-kind.
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