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Coil of the Serpent	By : ladyofarundel Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
- 3-Part III
- 4-Part IV
- 5-Part V
- 6-Part VI
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Part III
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For the rest of Severus’s holiday, they did little more than kiss.

The two spent every waking moment together, separating only at night to retreat to the separate bedrooms Tom insisted they keep, much to the nearly-turned-fifteen year old’s dismay. When they weren’t pouring over books from the library or discussing magical theory they would simply sit and hold each other, whispering and sharing kisses for long hours. The night before Severus was due back at Hogwarts they spent in Tom’s study reading, the older man sitting in an armchair with Severus snuggled against him. Before long the book was cast aside and Severus had turned and straddled Tom’s lap, running his hands through the older man’s messy black hair.

The beautiful boy trailed messy kisses up his neck, grinding his hips against Tom’s and making the older man gasp. He could feel the boy’s hardness burning against his hip through the layers and yards of cloth between them and undoubtedly Severus could feel his own aching erection. Summoning all his strength he closed his hands over the small, nibble ones working open the clasps of his robe. Severus whimpered, pressing his body against the older wizard’s and they both moaned at the contact.

’Please, I want to touch you, I need you to touch me,’ Severus gasped between heated kisses, struggling in vain to continue his task of undressing Tom. ’I’ve never wanted anything, anyone this much—take me to your bed, please—I want you—’ Tom’s heart fluttered and swelled but nevertheless he pulled away the sweet, beautiful, tempting hands and sought to console the boy with a passionate kiss. Breathless he pulled away, lightly running his hands down the boy’s back, letting them settle on his hips.

’I know, sweetheart. Which is precisely why we can’t.’ Severus stiffened and tried to move away from him but Tom pulled him back, desperately trying to kiss away the fear and rejection in the boy’s eyes. He pressed his forehead to the boy’s, drowning in onyx.

’I care for you too much to ruin this by rushing, sweetheart. You’re still so young, and I’m so much older...’ he silenced Severus’s protests with another kiss, the boy squirming in his lap as Tom plundered the sweet mouth. ’I know, sweetheart, I know. I just don’t want you to do anything that you’ll regret.’

’I won’t,’ Severus rested his head on Tom’s shoulder, voice breathless and rough in his ear. ’I swear I won’t regret it. Ever.’ To accentuate his point he thrust his hips, panting into the older man’s neck.

’I know you believe that, Severus, but I don’t want to hurt you. I couldn’t bear for you to hate me.’ The boy continued to grind himself into the older man’s hip, and Tom could not help himself but slide his hands lower onto the firm ass, evoking a groan.

’I won’t, ever—oh gods—please—please, Tom—take me, I need to feel you—don’t you want me?’ The wild thrusts continued and quickened in pace as the boy begged, voice breaking in self-doubt.

’Sweet Merlin—Yes, I want you, to claim you’ Tom claimed the bruised lips and allowed himself to rock against the firm body in his lap. ’I want you so, so much—which is why I could never hurt you, sweetheart, why we can’t—you don’t know how long I’ve watched you, imagined you—’

Severus moaned and threw back his head, eyelids heavy with arousal and lips parted as he desperately rubbed his aching arousal against his would-be lover. Tom rocked and kissed the angel in his lap, the boy’s moans going straight to the groin that had long-ago betrayed him, still amazed the object of his desires wanted him so. He slid a hand from the sweet, rocking arse in between their bodies and cupped Severus’s straining cock through his robes and clothing. Severus cried out and thrust erratically against Tom’s teasing hand.

’Oh yes, please—feels so—oh gods—’

’Such a vocal little one,’ he purred in Severus’s ear.

’Yes—oh, harder—only for—you, yes Tom—please—’ Tom kissed Severus sweetly, stroking and squeezing the boy through his robes, knowing he wouldn’t last long.

’Hush, sweetheart, it’s alright. Come for me, Severus. Come for me—’ Severus thrust harder into Tom’s hand, completely lost in his lust. It was the most mesmerizing sight Tom had ever seen.

’—please, gods, oh—.oh—.yes, almost—going to—love you, love you, love you—.oh, TOM!’ Severus’s neck snapped back and his back arched, the sweet young body strung taught and shuddering before collapsing bonelessly into the older wizard. Tom pulled his hand away and rubbed the boy’s back soothingly.

’There, it’s alright, I have you—you’re so beautiful, sweetheart—so beautiful when you come,’ he cooed into Severus’s ear as he held the slight form, ignoring his own need. ’Rest now, sweetheart —’

They sat in silence, Severus curled in his lap, until at long last the boy shifted against him and sleepy black eyes looked up into his own. Severus beamed.

’That was bloody brilliant!’ Tom chuckled and squeezed him tight. Severus shifted again and blushed at the hardness pressing into his stomach. ‘You didn‘t—do you want me to—if you want to—?‘ Tom cast a quick cleaning and drying spell on Severus before scooping the boy up in his arms.

‘No, sweetheart, not tonight.‘ Tom swiftly carried the boy to Severus‘s bedroom and gently lay the boy, already half asleep in his arms, on the bed, kissing his brow and tucking him in. He knew what he felt for the boy was true, and if Severus could possibly feel the same for him—Tom smiled, extinguishing the light and easing the door closed. He had waited this long—almost four years and countless lifetimes past—so he could wait a bit longer, for he had long ago promised the boy forever, a promise he intended to keep.

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‘—evil rising—swear I’m not lying—as if I would make something like this up—‘

As the voices approached, Severus hastily stashed the letter he had been writing—yet another rather graphic protest to the agonizingly slow pace at which Tom insisted their budding relationship proceed—between the pages of one of the books stacked on his desk. He tipped his chair into the shadow of the alcove and pretended to read his potions text, cheeks tinted red and text in his lap, conveniently concealing the semi-aroused state his letter writing had left him in.

‘—heard it from my own dad, I did! Works for the Ministry itself!‘

‘Why would he tell you of all peo—‘

The pair ducked down one of the side aisles, but not before Severus caught a glimpse of Weasley-red hair and freckles—the Gryffindor first year, no doubt. What was his name, Ben, Bob, Bill, or something?

‘Dad sent me a letter, warning me to be extra careful. Said there‘s been an increase in Dark activity and that the Dark wizards have been gathering.‘

‘But the Daily Prophet hasn‘t—‘ The other boy interrupted loudly.

‘Shh!‘ hissed Bill, and Severus had to strain to hear as the pair moved away from his alcove. ‘Dad didn‘t quite say this, but I think that stuff has already happened, terrible things that the Ministry has been forcing the Prophet to keep quiet. He said that there‘s word of a new—‘

The rest of the sentence was lost as Bill and the other first year moved out of Severus‘s hearing. A new gathering of the Dark wizards? Severus swallowed uneasily, his stomach a conflicting tumble of excitement and apprehension. Rumors of a growing gathering and the rise of a new Dark Lord had flowed throughout Slytherin House since his own second or third year and Severus had come to pay little attention to the hushed whispers, but to hear the same rumors from another house, and Gryffindor no less—He crossed his arms, teeth absently worrying at his lip.

A new Dark Lord.

Severus loved the Dark Arts. The casting of his first Dark spell had been like the discovery of a part of himself that he hadn’t even known he had been missing. In a way, it was precisely that. He had found his true art and had excelled in it, knew it was in his very blood. Dark Magic was not itself bad—it was simply a different approach and field of the Magical Arts, the one more often misused in the name of evil. It was the wizard, and not the magic itself, that was evil. After all, to know how to cast the Cruciatus was one thing, to actually use it was quite another.

He shivered, drawing his robe tighter around him. Severus had read of things—in History of Magic, tutoring sessions with Tom, or otherwise—of the reign of Grindelwald, the last Dark Lord, when wizards had committed terrible, horrific crimes allegedly in the name of the Dark Arts. It both angered him and made him want to retch. But if these new rumors were true, Father or Tom surely would have told him; since neither had, the rumors were probably only brazen conjecture.

Thus resolved, he pushed the matter completely from his mind and resumed writing his love letter.

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The summer after fifth year was much like the summers before. Tom had decided to hold off any more visits to Salazar’s Fen for the near future, dryly noting over dinner that not much tutoring or revising had been accomplished there over Christmas break. Tutoring sessions resumed, therefore, at Snape Manor and once more Tom became a near constant guest of Lord and Lady Snape.

Severus thought he would go mad from lust and sexual frustration.

The times he did manage to corner Tom all to himself the older wizard allowed nothing tha than tender kisses and chaste touches, telling Severus he refused to repay the courtesy of his best friend by committing lurid sexual acts with his underage son under his own roof. Even something as relatively innocent as their last night together during holidays was set off limits.

’Besides, sweetheart,’ Tom had winked, caressing Severus’s flushed cheek with the back of his hand. ’You underestimate the pleasure of a simple kiss. Perhaps I should demonstrate—’

Severus had reluctantly agreed to Tom’s terms, contenting himself with long talks, longer looks, and stolen kisses with Tom during the day and furious bouts of self-pleasuring and fantasies alone in his bed at night. It wasn’t *so* bad, after all. For if anything a greater emotional intimacy had been bred between them, and probably because of it Severus had made his discovery.

It happened one August evening over dinner.

Severus had been fondly watching Tom converse with Father, admiring the grace of how Tom held his wine glass, smiling wryly at the infuriatingly-incorrect way Tom held his knife when cutting his food, and feeling simply contented by Tom’s nearness when it struck him—he was in love with Tom Riddle.

It wasn’t just infatuation mistaken by a schoolboy for love, but it was real love. It wasn’t just desire or lust. He didn’t merely like Tom, didn’t only admire him, trust him, respect him, and believe in him. It was all those things and something more, a completion even greater than the one he had felt when he had discovered the Dark Arts. Being with Tom made him happier than could anything else. He felt safer with Tom than with anyone else bar, maybe, his parents. He loved Tom for the way he held his wine glass and despite the irritating way Tom held his knife. In love with him *because* of the irritating way Tom held his knife. He was really, truly in love.

Severus smiled so brightly that he momentarily distracted Tom and Thaddeus from their heated discussion. Tom gave him a quick smile, one more apparent in his eyes than his mouth, before turning back to Father.

And maybe, just maybe, Tom was in love with him, too.

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Severus decided to keep his revelation to himself for the time being and gave up any attempts to convince Tom to rethink their summer arrangement. Severus rightly interpreted Tom’s insistence that they wait to mean that the older wizard really cared for him rather than the physical pleasure he could offer the older man. Perhaps he had intended that Severus sort out his feelings without the further complication of sex. Severus had promised Tom he’d never regret anything they might do together, but it was only know that he knew he really meant it. He would wait patiently until Tom would take him to his bed, it would be worth it.

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’Promise me you’ll write?’

’Haven’t I always?’

’I know, I just—I’ll miss you.’

’Sweet, sentimental Severus.’ Tom chuckled at Severus’s mock scowl, and swung his arm over the boy’s shoulders. ’I’ll miss you, too. Even more, I dare say, without adventures and studies to distract me.’

‘Severus!‘ Adara called. His parents had already gone out to the car, leaving Tom and Severus behind in the entrance hall. ‘We must leave for London now or you‘ll miss the train!‘

Severus smiled apologetically at Tom before standing on his toes and meeting the older wizard‘s lips for a kiss. Tom slid his arms around the boy‘s waist, deepening the kiss until they broke apart breathless. The boy pressed his reddened lips against Tom‘s ear.

‘I‘m glad we waited this summer. I‘ll wait as long as you want me to, ‘cause I know now that I really love you.‘ Severus pulled back, blushing, and raced out the front doors to the car, leaving a stunned but smiling Tom Riddle alone in his wake.

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