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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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George opened his eyes and looked around. This was not his nest, but it was a nest, all the same.

There were two women there with him, both with dark red hair and kind hazel eyes.

One of them smiled reassuringly. “Don’t be scared.” She said, in a soothing, low voice. She was talking softly. “I am Gwendolyn Prewett, and this is my sister, Felicity. We are the first, and for now at least, the only Prewett ladies.”

Felicity smiled and nodded. “But magic has decided it is time for another set, at last, and you now carry our legacy within you. We have a request.” She turned to her sister expectantly.

“We would like to bless these children with luck—a small measure of it, at least—in exchange for our request being granted.” Gwendolyn told him.

Felicity nodded. “The blessing will hold all their lives; we can ensure that much. We have been waiting for twin girls for a long time, and have some power saved up.”

“Our request is simple: the babies will carry our names as middle names. We will bless them as soon as they are named.” Gwendolyn said. “You may shorten them if need be, but they are precious to us as our descendants, and we want a piece of us to live on in them.”

“They are going to make us very proud.” Felicity revealed.

Gwendolyn shushed her, and Felicity grinned unrepentantly.

George licked his lips. “I will think on it. If we do, we will probably use Gwen, rather than Gwendolyn.” He warned.

Gwendolyn smiled. “That is fine. I will still be honoured by that. Thank you. When you wake, speak to your mates. You may enjoy our nest until then.”

They left, and George cuddled into the nest, inhaling their scents. They smelled familiar, comforting, and George relaxed into the nest, happy and safe.

He slowly drifted off again.

*****

George woke up to soft kisses on his neck, interspersed with the occasional nip of sharp teeth. He opened his eyes and saw Fred grinning at him and Draco’s head down by his neck. He hummed happily and tilted his head back to allow the Veela better access.

“Did you have a good dream?” Fred asked, running a hand through his hair. “You were smiling in your sleep.”

George nodded. “I got a request, actually. About Faith and Grace.” He said.

Draco popped up from his teasing at George’s neck at the mention of the names they had agreed on just last night. “What about them?”

“They will be blessed with luck if we name them after the last set of Prewett Ladies. Gwendolyn and Felicity.”

Draco hummed. “Faith Gwendolyn and Grace Felicity Malfoy-Prewett?” He asked.

George smiled. “Or Faith Gwen.” He suggested. “They said shortening it would be acceptable.”

“Gwendolyn.” Draco said firmly. “It’s elegant and refined, and Gwen is all wrong for the rest of her name. We don’t want her name to sound that different from her sister’s.”

Fred nodded. “It’s better than Faith Gwen Malfoy-Prewett. I don’t like that at all.” He said.

George pouted. “Oh, fine.”

Draco chuckled. “Hey, you picked Faith, let us veto the second part. We are keeping the same name you suggested, just a longer version of it.”

“They’ll be happy.” George said. “And I think it’s about time for these girls to get the hell out of me!” He said loudly, staring at his overlarge stomach.

Of course, there was no response, and he laid back against the pillows with a sigh of defeat.

Draco and Fred chuckled.

*****

“If you're going to have them over, I want to spend the night at Tom's!” Harry told Severus when the man told him Sirius and Remus would be staying the night.

Severus' eyes narrowed. “Why?” He asked suspiciously.

Harry made a face. “Because there’s only one reason they'd be staying the night, and I don’t want to be in the same house when you're having sex with them for the first time! That's awkward!” He said.

Severus flushed. “Do not speak—”

“Tell me that’s not what’s going to happen.” Harry interrupted.

The colour in Severus' cheeks deepened.

“Augh! No, I’m going, and you can’t stop me!” Harry said, going up to his room to pack.

“Separate bedrooms!” Severus shouted at his back.

“Of course, Dad!” Harry shouted back, fingers crossed in front of himself.

He had no intention of following that rule ever again.

That bridge had been crossed a while ago, and backward steps were out of the question.

He hurriedly packed and was saying his goodbyes to Severus when the fireplace flared and deposited Remus into the receiving room.

Harry made a face, waited for Sirius to come though, and gave them all hugs before heading to Riddle Manor for the night, thoroughly uncomfortable at the thought of his Dad and Godparents having sex.

At least this way he didn’t risk hearing it!

Tom was in his study when Harry found him, and the teen smiled widely. “Dad's having sex.” He announced.

Tom frowned. “What, at this moment?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “No, tonight. So I’m spending the night here.”

Tom smirked. “I suspect ulterior motives.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I also wanted to give you your big Yule gift. But later.” He said. “First, dinner.”

Tom hummed. “It’s about time, yes. I was going to head to the dining room in another ten minutes.” He said, setting his book aside and getting up.

“And just where is this big gift?” Tom asked, shooting Harry’s bag a look as he passed it.

Harry laughed. “Not in there. It’s on my person, actually.” He hinted.

Tom eyed him. “I don’t see any lumps that would indicate a large gift.” He murmured.

“Okay, maybe big isn’t the right word. It’s the most valuable gift you'll be getting this year.” Harry amended.

Tom hummed. “I’m sure I will love it.” He said.

Harry grinned. “Oh, you will.” He said surely.

*****

Harry made his move at bedtime. He knew Tom would expect him to sleep curled against him, with his pyjama top open, like last time.

Tom got into bed and frowned when, instead of getting in on the opposite side as usual, Harry rounded the bed.

Tom rolled over to face him. “Harrison, what—” He stopped dead as Harry dropped his open shirt to the floor. His mouth went dry. “What are you doing?” He croaked.

Harry gave him a small, shy smile. “Getting ready for bed.” He answered, then dropped his pyjama pants to the floor and stood there, nude and flushed.

Tom closed his eyes. “Put your clothes on and get in bed. We are sleeping. Nothing more.” He said.

Harry got into bed and pressed against him, still naked. “But I want more.” He placed a kiss at the hollow of Tom's throat. “I want you.”

Tom groaned and reached for his hips, intending to stop him, only to gasp when Harry's hand snaked under his pyjama bottoms and closed over his cock.

He opened his eyes to find Harry watching his face steadily. “You are big.” Harry told him.

Tom groaned again and bucked into the touch desperately, unable to help himself.

Harry tightened his grip and began stroking him.

Tom cursed and flung the covers off, rolling to the side and grabbing Harry’s cock. “Two can play at this game, my seductive little Prince.” He purred, expertly working Harry’s cock.

Harry gasped and arched, squeezing Tom almost painfully tight as he was touched for the first time in a good way, the sensations and intensity taking him by surprise.

“Careful.” Tom admonished, then sucked in a breath as Harry began to move again. “Yes, keep it up.” He breathed.

Harry gulped and sped up, and Tom moaned.

“Merlin, Harrison! Where did you learn that?”

Harry cried out as Tom added a twist at the end, and answered in nearly a yell: “My bedroom! Had to learn to touch myself! Ah, don’t stop!”

Tom batted Harry’s hand away from his cock and slid down the bed, taking Harry into his mouth and deep into his throat.

Harry screamed and arched, coming almost violently at the brand new feeling.

Tom smiled and swallowed it all down, then slid back up his consort’s body, licking his lips. “Mm. Delicious.”

Harry reached for his cock again, and Tom grabbed his hand and pinned it next to his head as he spoke. “Tonight was about you, Harrison. There will be plenty of time to see to my pleasure later.” He smiled. “Besides, I am perfectly happy making you come.”

Harry blushed. “But I wanted—”

“No.” Tom said, leaning down to kiss him. “Tomorrow you may explore me. We can share a shower. I will let you look and touch as much or as little as you want.”

Harry sighed and pulled his hand free, then curled into Tom’s chest. “Fine. Good night, Tom. Happy Yule.”

“The best one yet. Sleep well, little Prince.” Tom said happily.
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