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Bonded One	By : Stephke23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 17742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Why are they freaking out because of a stupid skull?” Harry huffed annoyed, making Tom glance at him.

“A month ago, professor Stocks also predicted a death sentence of some Gryffindor, the weekend after he died.”

“Oh, I didn’t know…” The youngster mumbled feeling a little embarrassed. They were in a war after all, okay in his time there was also a war ragging but nobody but him got a death prediction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nobody touches a hair on your body.” Tom smiled reassuringly before mumbling the password for the Slytherin’s common room and tapping the three needed stones.

“Why are we here? Shouldn’t we go and have lunch?” The Boy-Who-Loves suddenly realized.

“We still have twenty minutes.” The Head Boy frowned while pushing his boy towards his quarters. Suddenly a feeling of dread came over him.

“Where’s Abraxas?” He asked while entering the Head boy’s room but didn’t get an answer. While Tom closed the door behind him, Harry made his way towards the other side of the room. Of course the older teen followed him and pulled his wand from his pocked. Blue eyes widened and Harry stopped breathing. He closed his eyes until he felt fingers caress his cheek. Confused he slowly raised his eyelids while the fingers slid downwards only stopping when they reached the redness on his neck. Tom’s hand pushed Harry’s chin upwards given the future Dark Lord more access.

“I’m sorry, but you need to learn to listen to me.” Tom mumbled running his fingers over the marks he had left, making Harry swallow in the process. “But we can’t have anyone see these.” He continued before raising his wand. Frightened Harry pressed his eyes close again but opened them again when he recognized the glamour charm leaving the other’s lips. “All better.” Tom’s eyes slid upwards after appreciating his own handiwork and stopped at the youngsters lips. “How’s the bite?” He asked laying his fingers on his boy again. He pulled the lower lip downwards to inspect it.

-THTH-

Only a small cut was left and Tom let out a sigh. Those lips suddenly looked so kissable. Without a second thought or permission he thrust his tongue between his boy’s lips.

-THTH-

Harry’s heart made a jump for it and he wanted to push the other away but Merlin, Tom could kiss. He’s knees gave out and in opposition to his desire he fell against the other. Tom’s hands snuck around his body, one twirled in his hair pressing his lips even closer while the other settled on his waist supporting him.

-THTH-

Needing air Tom released the boy’s lips against his will and opened his eyes to a sight he definitely wanted to see again. Marvolo was panting heavily with slightly opened bruised lips. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes, oh Merlin, his eyes were practically begging him to take him. He was thankful his boy was still charmed, if he had looked like himself he would definitely have thrown him on the bed and ravished him this instant. Instead he released him and saw awareness return to the boy. Marvolo’s face turned scarlet hiding the flushed cheeks which disappointed Tom.

-THTH-

Harry’s heart was pounding and he quickly lowered his eyes. ‘No, you didn’t like that, it was disgusting!’ But his body didn’t cooperated with him as he felt dizzy. Demanding his feet to move he wobbled towards the bed and sat down. Taking a deep breath he looked up again and immediately wished he hadn’t. Tom was looking at him as if he was a piece of meat. “I-I need a wand.” He squeaked glancing down and up again. The lustful look had been replaced by a serious one.

“We’ll need to sneak you out to Ollivander’s.” He could already see the Head Boy making plans.

“No,” Tom looked up at him with an unreadable gaze, “I need my wand, but I can’t take the one from this time because the younger future me needs it.” He expected Tom to yell at him for contradicting him but instead he sat down beside him.

“You have a point.” With a sigh he fell backwards and Harry glanced over his shoulder. The moment he met those brown eyes he felt his face heat up again and the hand that was slowly stroked his back wasn’t helping. “You’ve really had all those predictions?” Harry looked back in front of him and nodded. He could feel Tom’s eyes on him and felt the bed dip as the other turned to watch him supporting himself on one of his elbows. “Fine, I’ll let you go back for one night.” Surprised the brunet turned back around. “If you tell me…” Brown eyes looked thoughtfully and Harry knew he wouldn’t like anything he would ask.

-THTH-

“Don’t look so scared.” Tom laughed and pulled the youngster on his back. He leaned forward and raised his free hand too caress his boy’s face. “I promise not to ask anything about my future.” He smiled lightly when his fingers passed the brunet’s lips and they opened a little. His thoughts ran back to the kiss they had shared and he licked his lips unconsciously. It had been good, too good, his boy reacted just the way he liked it and his taste had been intoxicating. He wanted more.

“What do you want to know?” Marvolo broke his train of thoughts and Tom went back to his normal smile.

‘What do I want to know?’ He questioned himself. “How come we are bonded?” He asked in the end, not knowing it was the right question, but as his boy looked shocked at him he guessed it was.

-THTH-

‘Wait Harry don’t freak out, he thinks we’re lovers!’ “You’re asking me how we met?” He asked carefully. Tom just looked at him. ‘Okay, think, think!’ “Then first can I ask you something about the spell you used to get me here?” He asked carefully almost expecting to feel a hand around his neck again. His throat still hurt a little as remembrance, but a warning look was the only thing he got.

“Does that have any relevance to my question?”

“I think so.” Harry used his innocent look and eventually got a nod. “The spell, you were surprised it pulled me through time.” Tom nodded agreeing. “Could it be it has a limit? Or maybe somehow your preference is taking into consideration?” The future Dark Lord got a thoughtful look. “Because why did it pick the me from my time?” Tom’s face darkened.

“How do you know me?” His voice sounded like the thunder before a storm.

‘Now you did it, idiot! Think! Think! Wait!’ Suddenly Harry knew his way out and it would also make the older teen slow down his advances.

“Who doesn’t know you?” He put up a teary face. “You’re the Dark Lord, everyone knows you!” His voice rose with hick-up’s in between. “And you have a lover, I don’t know why I’m here. He should be here, not me!” By now he was actually crying. He could feel Tom move away from him and he prayed his plan would work. “I’m sorry I lied. I just wanted to know what it would be like to be him.” Carefully he got up and felt his breath hitch when he saw the murderous glance in those brown eyes. ‘I’m dead!’ He started to back up as Tom grabbed at his wand. “I’m so sorry! I know I don’t deserve you. He’s gorgeous. He has those blue eyes who just stare right through you and…” Tom walked closer and Harry stepped backwards never taking his eyes from the other’s wand. “A lot of guys have tried to break you two up because they like him, just want to shrew him or even just to get under your skin, but he only ever has eyes for you.” Tom was now standing right before him as a wall enabled him to move more backwards. Realizing his last moment had come he looked up through tearstained eyes into brown eyes. “You’re his entire world.”

“Tell me more about him.” Tom’s voice sounded hoarse and Harry helplessly looked around him.

“Euh, you’re around the same age…” ‘What else? What else?’ The Boy-Who-Lived was panicking he wouldn’t live that long anymore.

“What’s his hair colour?” His soon-to-be-murderer asked while moving even closer they were almost touching each other.

“Brown!” A hand reached to his face and he flinched away from it.

“Like yours?” Expecting pain Harry kept his eyes wide shut. “Look at me!” A hiss ordered him and reluctantly he raised his eyelids. “Now answer the question!” Brown eyes were the only thing he could see.

“I don’t have brown hair.” He answered truthfully his own plan far from his thoughts and saw a hint of a smile in those eyes.

“Your alias does.” Stupidly he blinked.

“W-what?!”

“What kind of hair does your alias have?” Tom asked again still with that small smile on his face.

“Brown.” Harry answered forcing himself to remember his own plan.

“Colour eyes?”

“Blue.” Now the smile on Tom’s face enlarged as he pulled Harry’s face closer to his.

“It probably depends on the magic of the castor how far through time the spell can go.” The youngster could feel the Head Boy’s breath on his lips.

“Then why not him?” He hoped Tom got to who he was referring as he seemed to be to incoherent to say who he meant.

“He wouldn’t be there without you here.” Tom whispered before finally claiming his lips. His defences immediately gave out as he lost himself in the taste of the tongue entering his domain. Harry was losing it! His arms crawled upwards around the older boy’s neck pulling him even closer. They switched cheek sides when they needed air and continued within the second. Tom’s hands started to crawl under Harry’s robe and it only made Harry want him more. His body was craving it.

“TOM!!” A scream and a door hitting a wall interrupted them loudly. Their mouths abruptly seized their connection and Harry looked panting downwards.

‘Bloody hell, Harry what are you doing!’ He yelled at himself but couldn’t release the other even if his life depended on it.

-THTH-

“Walburga!” Tom hissed murderously at the girl standing in his doorway. If Marvolo had been standing a little more to the right the door would have hit him straight in the head.

“What are you doing!” The Black screamed as if he was going to jump from the highest Tower of Hogwarts.

“I’m kissing my boyfriend. Do you have a problem with that?!” Right now he wished he could kill the stupid pure-blood just by looking at her and continue with his boy where he had left off. It didn’t really help that Marvolo was practically hiding his face in his neck. He could already imaging the redness of his features.

“Boy-boyfriend! You can’t date him! He’s a half-blood!”

“CRUCIO!” Tom’s voice slammed through the room as an earthquake and hit the girl right in the chest. He could feel his boy gasp and the arms around his neck got removed but he held the body close. “You shall learn your place!” He hissed venomously at the Black while taking in the pain-stricken face with fascination.

-THTH-

Harry stared shocked at the girl writhing in the entrance. “S-stop!” He squeaked hysterical but Tom kept the curse on Walburga. “Tom!” He looked up at the Head Boy and his breath stuck as he saw the mad look he was carrying. The fascination was clearly visible and Harry knew if he didn’t stop him Sirius’ mom would die. “Tom, stop it! Tom! Stop!” He start shaking the future Dark Lord trying to stop him from killing Sirius again. “TOM!” Finally the brown eyes looked at him still caught in their hysteria and the arm around him tightened painfully. ‘He’s not listening!’ Harry realized and started to squirm but nothing worked. Walburga’s cries were losing their strength and the brunet knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. In a burst he grabbed Tom’s face and slammed his lips on the other’s. The black haired teen gasped in surprise and Harry pushed his tongue inside. He pushed, licked, twirled around the other’s hoping for a reaction. When it finally came he let Tom take the lead while vaguely registering the Black’s cries had stopped instead heavy pants had replaced it.

-THTH-

“Black, get out!” Tom ordered when he finally registered the fear and pain in his boy’s eyes. Walburga crawled back on her feet while Abraxas came into view to help her. He knew the blond had been close the entire time but at least he knew his place. Malfoy looked only once at him before he pulled the door close again. The future Dark Lord knew he had gotten the order. The Black woman had learned her lesson and Abraxas would make sure she kept her mouth shut. Maybe a Black as minion could come in handy.

“Are you alright?” It’s surprised Tom that it was Marvolo asking and not him.

“I’m fine, are you?” The boy nodded but it was clear he was ordering himself to stay close. Against his will Tom released his hold on him and moved to his door.

“Lunch has already started.” He glanced backwards and reached his hand to the younger boy. Marvolo seemed to relax and slowly accepted it. Tom would never admit to anyone but he was glad the boy still wanted to touch him after he had seen him torture one of his own classmates.

“W-wait!” Wearingly he looked over his shoulder again. “I-I told Ignatius and Alex that we met in your orphanage.” Surprised Tom blinked at him. He hadn’t expected that. “They were present during the make of my cover story.” Marvolo mumbled shying away from the brown eyes. “Why were they allowed to hear it?” The blue eyes looked up again in question.

“As long as they think they’re special they’ll follow my orders better.”

“Oh,… well if they ask anything, my muggle relatives brought me to the orphanage, after a week they felt remorse and took me back. We kept in contact.” The blue eyes averted again and Tom took in what he had just heard.

“It’s a good cover up story.” He mumbled in the end trying to sooth his boy with a complement. Marvolo looked back at him and smiled lightly.

-THTH-

From the moment they entered the Great Hall, Harry could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Quietly he followed Tom to the Slytherin’s table and noted Abraxas waving them over. “So, how were your first classes, dear cousin.” The blond smiled up at him while Tom sat down leaving the only open space between Malfoy and himself. Nobody said a word about the death prediction.

‘Probably Tom’s orders.’ The brunet thought glancing at the students around them and meeting their curious stares before answering the blond. “Okay, I wish I had my wand though.” Harry tried to be friendly to his ‘cousin’.

“Your parents can send it right?” Tom asked looking the blond in the eye.

Abraxas’ eyes widened comical before quickly responding with a: “Yes, of course.”

“Good, could you hand me the butter?” Again the Malfoy seemed surprised with the question but quickly grabbed the plate in front of him. Harry watched it move in front of him and Tom’s hand grabbed Abraxas’ wrist. “No, parents!” The Head Boy hissed quietly so only Harry and the blond heard him. Malfoy nodded before he was released again. Blinking at the food in front of him Harry progressed what had happened and looked surprised at the slice of bread dropped on his plate. “Stop staring like an idiot and eat.” Tom mumbled with a normal voice. Harry couldn’t help but look pleasantly surprised at the other.

“Thank you.” He whispered and quickly grabbed the first thing his hands touched. When he was sure the Slytherins had gotten enough looks of him he dared to look at the other tables. Here and there a couple of heads were turned at him, but it seemed the Head Boy’s new boyfriend or the new kid wasn’t that interesting for the other houses. ‘Well, to them he was simply the charming Slytherin Head Boy.’ He looked around his own table and saw Walburga sitting on the other side of the room. The fear was still present in her every move and he could see her shiver uncontrollable a couple of times. Looking back at the Gryffindor table he search for a redhead. Weasleys, no matter which generation would still nurture the ginger hair colour. He found a couple in the middle of the room and decided they both could be Weasleys but they way they kept feeding each other made him reconsider.

“Stop looking!” Tom hissed to his surprise.

“What? Why?” Brown eyes only warned him.

“Sorry, I was just wondering if they’re both Weasleys.” The warning lessened.

“Perry Weasley and Sabine Yulk, one of her ancestors was a Weasley. Normally there’s one more, Septimus Weasley, brother of Perry.” Absorbing what had been said Harry nodded his head. “You know a Weasley?” Tom started to dig for secrets but the brunet just shrugged.

“Who wouldn’t recognize a Weasley? They’re like Malfoys!”

“Hey!” Abraxas squeaked from beside him while the boy on his other side just raised his eyebrow.

“Sorry, I’m just referring to your appearances, they both run through the family.” The Malfoy sneered but seemed content with the answer.

“Too bad it ran out in your part of the family.” He hissed loud enough for the eavesdroppers.

“Yeah…” Harry answered lowering his voice.

“We’re going!” Tom suddenly announced making the two other boys look at him in surprise.

“I’m still eating?” Abraxas tried but got a look that told him the wasn’t invited.

“Let me take an apple and we can go.” Harry quickly complied. He was starting to know Tom’s looks good enough to know when to give in.

-THTH-

Tom strode out of the castle only stopping when he had reached the lake. In the corner of his eyes he watched Marvolo stop beside him and stare at the water. Letting his eyes groom over the boy he walked passed him towards a tree. Settling against the trunk he raised his eyes again to meet blue ones. Clearly Marvolo didn’t know what to do and Tom couldn’t deny he liked that look on his boy’s face. For once he didn’t sign the youngster to come to him, instead he forced his eyes towards the lake. The water always had, had a soothing reaction on him and sometimes he came here when he needed to think. The thing that had been bothering him was the story of their future selves Marvolo had told him. He wanted to believe it, it sounded possible but a part of him told him it wasn’t true. It was also that part that told him the boy didn’t love him, at least not yet. That did explain the way he had acted the first time he had kissed him. That brought his attention to the kisses. They were too good, if he wasn’t careful they would swallow him up whole. He couldn’t let the boy distract him from his goal. Sighing his eyes turned towards the person walking over to him.

Marvolo carefully sat down next to him but didn’t ask anything. His eyes never left the brunet who started on the apple he had brought with him. He had conjured him to make sure dark magic wouldn’t take him over completely. Don’t ever accuse him of being stupid. He knew if his dark side got away with him, he would lose every feeling connected with love and friendship. He had read and seen enough stories to know those two emotions could lead to miracles.

‘I brought him here to keep me sane but what if he’s the one who’ll make me insane?’ Tom questioned as he reached out to his boy and slowly let his fingers touch the cold skin. “You’re freezing!” He accused the other who quickly turned away guilty.

“It’s almost time for class.” Marvolo answered but didn’t move.

“And I don’t want you to freeze before that. Come here!” Tom opened his legs and patted to ground between them. Blue eyes widened and after a small hesitation the boy crawled on his knees throwing the remains of his apple in the grass. He crawled between Tom’s arms and legs before the black haired teen embraced him pulling him against his chest. Nuzzling his face in the other’s neck Tom sighed happily. ‘This feels just too good.’

-THTH-

Harry knew even with the cold his face was crimson. He should just have told Tom he was cold and wanted to go back to the castle. Of course he hadn’t and now look where he was sitting. The bell rung his salvation and reluctantly Tom released him. As they both got up Harry tried to hide his face and succeeded. Whatever was plaguing the future Dark Lord mind was keeping him occupied. He seemed already please if Harry stayed near him. Glad to be inside the castle again he speeded up towards his next class. Tom kept in pace next to him with his pokerface in place. When they walked into the corridor that housed the class he could see Ignatius and Alex waiting on them. Tom gave them an approving nod before pressing his lips against Harry’s and left without another word. Harry watched him walked away. He didn’t like it that he didn’t know what the other was thinking.

-THTH-

Following Tom to the Head Boy’s quarters Harry glanced backwards to the Great Hall. They’ve just had dinner and he had decided during the meal he would convince the Head Boy to let him go sooner. If not he wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. He’d stay the whole night awake with his friends. “Tom?” He asked carefully while closing the door behind him. The older teen had dropped his books on his desk before turning his attention to the youngster. “I have a favour to ask.” Harry had decided a favour would be the best way to approach this subject, probably.

“And what would that be?” Tom asked while striding towards the brunet. He moved his wand to Harry’s eyelevel and murmured a spell. Brown hair shorten again and the youngster realized his cover had been dropped. Tom forced his head up and glared into his now green eyes. He was trying to be intimidating and it worked.

“I was thinking that nobody would miss me right now, so can I go back… now?” Brown eyes got a dangerous glint while Harry’s robe got pulled over his messy black locks. “That way I can say goodbye to my friends and… my life?” He tried to explain but it turned into a question. Tom seemed to calm down and sat down on his bed laying Harry’s robe next to him.

“Convince me.” Was the only thing he said. Harry released a breath he didn’t notice he had been holding.

“Then like I said I want to…”

“Not like that.” The Head Boy interrupted him and received a confused look back. Seeing the dumbfounded look Tom let a smirk colour his face and leaned backwards on his arm. “You know what I mean.” In a second Harry looked scarlet.

“You can’t…” His eyes slit down to the other’s crotch and he started to hyperventilate. “No, definitely not!” The Boy-Who-Lived started to back up as Tom fell downwards on his back laughing himself to dead.

“No, I don’t mean that. Unless you really want too.” Harry shook his head fiercely but had stopped his retreating action. He was intensely blushing but gathered himself together again. Stepping towards the bed again, every step a little faster, he crawled on the future Dark Lord and straddled him. Surprised Tom stopped his laughing and the moment he looked up Harry claimed his lips. He let the other take the lead and a moan escaped him when Tom’s leg brushed his dick. Panicking Harry tried to rise himself but the Head Boy decided just the opposite had to happen. His arms surrounded the body on top of him and pressed the youngster’s head closer with one hand in his hair to deepen the kiss. Harry could feel Tom’s excitement and now really panicked.

‘There’s no way I can do this!’ His mind yelled at him and his hands started to hit his attacker’s side. Tom’s hand suddenly disappeared from his head and panting Harry pushed himself upwards resting his hands on both sides of the other’s head. He could see the lust in the future Dark Lord’s eyes and felt his dick respond. ‘No, no! Voldemort isn’t turning me on!’ His thoughts got interrupted by a hand surrounding his wrist.

“I’ll summon you back at 6 o’clock sharp.” Tom said before a click announced the bracelet had been opened. As the jewel fell on the bed Harry saw the Head Boy blur under him.

-THTH-

“Merlin that was close!” Tom muttered when his boy had disappeared. He let his hand travel downwards to his groin. Slipping inside his pants and his underwear he wrapped his fingers around his shaft without a second thought. Stroking it until he reached oblivion he raised his hand again. Panting he looked at his soiled fingers. ‘This over just a kiss.’ He grimaced before quickly summoning a tissue.

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