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All The Things I Wanted To Hear	By : Epithode Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Exciting.
Tom couldn't describe this feeling any other way. He and Harry strode into the Leaky Caldron together and he shivered slightly. Anticipation rushed through him. Harry was looking around at the half full bar, apparently enjoying a little people watching. Well, species watching. You never knew what you'd find here.
“Hey, Tom!” Harry waved. He and the barkeeper had made fast friends last time they came through here. Or rather, last time Harry had tagged along behind an annoyed Tom to Flourish and Blotts. Tom hadn't be upset at all when he had lost Harry in the crowd, or ever wondered where he'd gone. Now he wondered, of course. Tom Riddle smiled a little to himself, but the other Tom seemed to take it as the first friendly notion he had ever shown the bartender. This surprisingly didn't bother Riddle at all.
“How are you, Harry? Come in for a chocolate milk? Afraid that's all I have for you.” he chuckled.
“Butter bear?” Harry said hopefully.
“Ah!” Tom the bartender said, putting a palm to his head “Silly me! I never stock it. I should...I should...” He said.
“No problem. Actually, you could fix us up with a room for the night.” Harry said cheerfully.
“Really? Could I?”
“How much? Tom and I'd like to stay a while, if we can.”
“Ha! I'd love it! Love it!” Tom said. “Let's see...I hope you got enough. We have rooms for two- two right?” Tom and Harry nodded. “We have rooms for as low as 6 galleons, 12 sickles, 20 knuts.” Riddle winced slightly, but managed to hide it.
“Can we count up?” Harry asked.
“Sure.” He leaned over the table “I'll give you a little discount too and complimentary breakfast here in the mornings.” He winked at Harry, who gave him a big smile “Just let me serve this gentleman, then- what do you want, sir?” As Tom the barman talked with his new customer, Harry and Riddle had a seat at one of the corner tables out of the way.
“I have enough alone, probably.”
“That's all your savings.” Harry scolded slightly. “I have...” Harry dumped his bag out and tried to be private about it. Tom had to stare down a few people who seemed too interested. It was quite a bit of money, after all. “122 galleons, 15 sickles, 3 knuts.”
Tom had counted previously, as he was known for being prepared, and blushed a little at this rather-more-than-he-had number “I have 31 galleons, 4 sickles.”
“And keep in mind we both have to pay for books at least next semester, and you'll need more robes-”
“Don't worry about that.” Tom said. “I worked hard for these- they are my savings. From...basically buying everything second or third hand until this year. Besides, I get more...aid...in the fall.”
Harry had, of course, clearly noticed the state of Tom's pocketbook. It was impossible not to. But Tom still felt he was a little red in the face. Why? Why did he always want to impress Harry?
“I'm not arguing with you, Tom.” Harry said in a voice that said this decision was final that made Tom wince. “You can pay for two nights. I'll cover the rest of the week. Don't forget we have to pay for dinner and lunch as well.”
“You'll what? We don't need to stay for the whole week.” Tom said immediately.
“I'll make you a deal.” Harry said under his breath. Tom had to lean in to hear the next sentence. “Since you're blushing so cute," Tom winced again "I'll pay for the room and you can have top.” He winked at Tom, who looked confused for a few seconds. Realization set in and his heart seemed to skip a few hundred beats.
Either his head was still catching up, or Tom didn't know what to say, so Harry grabbed Tom's money bag out of his trunk and took out 7 galleons, 8 sickles and 11 knuts. He compiled it with his own 33 galleons, 12 sickles and 13 knuts and brought this sum up to the counter. Tom sighed, finally able to breath. He couldn't let Harry pop up on him any more like that. He had to take some control. And hold him to that promise, likely tonight.
Of course Harry would insist on paying. He knew from the beginning that Harry was an orphan, but not a poor one. After all, his parents probably left him some money. And it had been his choice not to see the family he hated. He had preferred to move into the orphanage. Tom vaguely wondered if Albus Dumbledore had had something to do with placing Harry there. Or maybe even Dippet. They all knew Tom was at that particular orphanage, after all, and Albus Dumbledore always had a knowing look about him that Tom dispised.
Harry returned to the table with two keys. “Now we can have enough for food, and anything for school we need. Come on.”
If Tom was expecting the rooms to be shabby he was wrong. He now understood the expense, standing in a large room with beautiful oak furniture and a bed that seemed soft and warm. “This place doesn't match downstairs at all, does it?” He remarked.
“I'm a little surprised too.” Harry said happily. He didn't look all that surprised. He was already stuffing drawers full of his things from the trunk. Tom decided this was a good idea. He could hold Harry to his promise later, and he wanted the timing to be right. But as soon as they were done Harry dragged Tom into Diagon Alley for dinner at McCly's Cafe and Bakery. He seemed very happy to have found it, and Tom couldn't bring himself to even ask how he had heard about it.
He did ask about Harry's sudden disappearance the last time they had come to Diagon Alley. “Oh. I didn't think you'd miss me.” Harry said with a smile.
“Well...I didn't... then. But you've made me curious.”
“How? No secret. I went to get this.” Harry held up his wand. “Even up in Germany I've heard great things about Olivander's. And of course during my time in England. My wand broke in a duel during my last semester at Durmstrang, so I went to get a new one. You...didn't seem keen on having me around, so I decided not to ask you to come with me.”
“Shame.” Tom said. “I feel I've been quiet the fool about that particular matter.” The waitress seemed to apparate next to their little corner table. (Tom liked corner tables, and Harry seemed to have noticed.) She was wearing a white dress with a pink apron- muggle style- that somebody somewhere thought was pretty. Tom didn't.
“Hey!” She said in a peppy voice. Tom felt she was really commenting on the lovely faces of the boys in front of her. “What would you like?”
“I'll take the Shepard's pie and triffle.”
Tom raised an eyebrow as if to say 'you and the triffle.' “I'll have a salad.” he said simply. The only thing he was interested in eating right now-
“What, are you watching your weight?” Harry said jokingly as the waitress practically bounced away.
“I see you aren't.”
“Don't fix what isn't broken, Tom.” Harry said jokingly. “So- want to go out exploring Diagon Alley tonight?”
“You act like you've never seen the place.”
“Well, I haven't barely.”
“We can come here anytime you know. The orphanage isn't that far from here.” Tom argued.
Harry clearly wasn't sure what he was getting at. He always seemed so excited to be in the wizarding world. Usually Tom would have been more than happy to spend large amounts of time here, so Harry's confusion was somewhat understandable. But Tom couldn't push the doubts in his mind away. Was Harry so thick he really didn't notice what he did to him? “Well, then why rent a room here?” Harry asked.
Tom smiled and took a sip of his pumpkin juice, pretending to be uninterested in a wholly unconvincing way; purposefully, of course. Harry got the point he was trying to convey and couldn't help but laugh a little, even though he had attempted a glare at Tom, who put down his pumpkin juice and leaned in across the table. His nieve Harry copied his action in order to hear him. “Harry.” Tom said in all seriousness “Do you remember the promise you gave me in the Leaky Cauldron? I intend to make you keep it.”
Tom suppressed a smile at the little shiver Harry gave in response and fixed the other boy with a challenging expression. For once Harry wasn't smiling, but Tom could sense the usual sexual tension thickening the air again. Control of the situation was once again in his grasp. “When we are finished eating,” Tom said, ignoring the sudden presence of the waitress, who had certainly felt the tension and shut up very quickly “we will return to the room.” He said it as if it were fact, unarguable. The waitress almost ran from the table with his intensity. He barely refrained from adding 'do you understand?' at the end.
Harry looked at him for a while, seemingly mesmerized. Then he picked up his fork, dove into his shepards pie and said very, too, cheerfully “Alright, Tom. Have it your way.”
Tom felt the tension disparate and the the power slip quickly from his fingers. Damn. How does he do it? It's as if he is completely unaware of any sort of danger. Would he really have denied me if it suited him? He looked at Harry closely. He was wearing a smug smile that was still too cute for real mischievousness and eating his shepard's pie with happy and carefree “mmm's” every few bites. Tom sighed. Yes, he would have, wouldn't he?
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Tom stepped out of the shower, feeling much fresher after his day of traveling and unpacking. The water hadn't entirely succeeded in clearing his head. How was he to go about this? Harry had the upper hand in every way. Was he only leading Tom down this road for fun? But when he looked into the boy's naturally kind green eyes, they spoke no foul play. Surely he, a master in the subtle art of manipulation, would see a fake smile if one was flashed his way?
Besides. Thought Tom with the attitude of a true Slytherin I have one card up my sleeve that he could never guess. Tomorrow.... he will certainly be surprised.
This sneaky thought cheered him and gave him the confidence to stride into the other room calmly but expectantly. Harry was sitting on the bed reading. No, a bed.
Tom sighed inwardly. Right. I let Harry get the room. Tom, you fool! For two, yes...well, I can fix that. Tom practically dove into his robes for his wand. “Harry, I hope you don't mind if I fix things up.”
“Hm?” Harry asked, clearly distracted. He looked up just in time “Tom, wait!”
“What?”
Harry sighed and closed his book. “Tom, I know what you're thinking. Yes, you have a trace. But no one can tell because we're in a building full of wizards and witches and an assortment of other... things. But....Tom, don't you think they know who's in this room?”
Of course Tom had thought of this. “Harry...older wizards don't have traces. Let's just say...we had a little visitor. A friend...over seventeen.” Harry couldn't help but smile a little about this obvious and very Slytherin disregard for what Harry apparently considered “the rules.”
“Right.” He said, going back to his book. “Wait, uh...what're you-” The beds zoomed together with ease and Harry sat upright as they conjoined so they wouldn't move.
“That.” Tom said simply, as if he had only transfigured a broken teapot into a whole one. No harm done. Nothing unusual. No way he was feeling like ravaging the boy in front of him. He held himself back, but caught Harry suppressing a smile.
“You know, Tom...” Harry challenged. “I never really clarified what exactly you could be top of.” But Harry was putting his book away and shifting ever so slightly. Tom could tell he was meant to give chase. Ah...an invitation...at last.
“I suppose I'll have to clarify for you.” Tom said, dimming the lights slightly with his wand before setting it carefully on the table.
“I'm not entirely sure that's how it works.” Harry said, swallowing slightly as he watched Tom. Riddle was now very carefully, very sensually removing his robes. He didn't usually leave things lying about, but he let them drop to the floor for effect, exposing his body for Harry. He was still wearing shorts, but that could easily be remedied.... and the tight material showed his size fairly well. He heard Harry draw a short breath, and then could almost feel his partner stop breathing. He was staring, and he was nervous.
“Well, I'm very sure,” Tom whispered, climbing seductively up the bed from the bottom. “that that's how it works.” He positioned himself just over Harry's body, stretched out on the bed under him, and came face to face with Harry's beautiful green eyes. He hovered teasingly on the edge of a kiss, Harry regarding his lips with a look that told Tom all his fantasies.
“What?” Harry whispered back, and Tom knew he hadn't been listening since Tom had removed his top layer. His lips quirked upwards.
“It wasn't important.” He said, raising his eyebrow for a second. He smashed his lips into Harry's with force, but passion; Slightly controlled and heated...burning. Harry moaned deeply and Tom dominated the kiss with his tongue.
Without breaking from Harry's lips, Tom let his weight rest on one hand so he could run the other through Harry's already untidy mess of hair. It was smooth and soft, but these sensations hardly registered to Tom because Harry had just put all his weight on him. He had to compensate by letting both hands rest on the bed and Harry's arms wrapped around him. One hand threaded gently through Tom's hair and the other held his waist so he was forced to hold Harry up. He felt Harry's leg raise into his member, now harder than Tom had ever experienced.
In response Tom let his right leg, the only limb not supporting an excited green-eyed man, slide into place. Harry moaned and broke the kiss, gasping for breath. He said a few words that were almost incoherent, but Tom got the idea. He pushed Harry down, forcing him to release Tom so he could have a free hand at least.
Tom dragged his leg up Harry's prick and over the side of his stomach so he was straddling the teen. Harry moaned and trust upward, but Tom's right hand held him down while his left got to work. Harry's hands had somehow found their places- one on Tom's naked waist and the other clutching the boy's thigh.
Tom's hand slipped softly into Harry's robes as he slowly and tantalizingly undid the fastenings on the front. Only then did he realized how lucky he was that buttons were in style right now. Most robes slid over your head, and in this position that would have been impossible. Luck? Fate....he thought with a little humor. His mind seemed to grow stranger every moment. He felt briefly like the warlock from the Hairy Heart, so unaccustomed to love and emotion that thrusting himself suddenly into it was a wonderful, wonderful nightmare.
Tom slid down Harry's body sexually, rubbing his hardness over Harry's stomach and prick until he could grasp Harry with his hands. “Oh God, Tom!” Harry half- yelled over the thickness in his mind that Tom knew he was feeling. Tom slid his hands into the shorts this time and felt it, really felt it. But the pleasure was too much. He could feel himself on the edge- feel Harry on the edge- and he knew he'd never experienced this- this- any of this before.
Harry thrust blindly into his hand and the friction of the bed rubbing Tom was just enough. Tom poured his soul into another hard kiss with Harry, tongues dancing and emotions racing as Harry's hands made their way through Tom's shorts and.... bliss. Harry and Tom both shuddered and exploded, moaning hard into the shared liplock and then braking off with passion. Tom nearly collapsed on top of his partner, but kept himself steady as he could until he could role off of him weakly. They lay next to each other panting for a while, and then Tom heard Harry mutter a cleaning spell and knew sleep would overtake them.
He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay in this world, near Harry, in the heat and the pleasure. The turmoil in his mind began to subside. And then Harry turned toward him and wrapped his arms around Tom and Tom wrapped his own around Harry. “I will always love you, Tom.” He whispered, and in the beauty of the words Tom lost the slight hiss that accompanied it.
Feelings welled up inside of him. He didn't want to say it. He could never say it. I love you, Harry. I will always love you, Harry. The words were foreign and graceless and he couldn't bring them quite to his lips. Harry was already fast asleep. No need. Thought Tom. If he cared he would wait for me to say it. Tom decided, thinking the words would sound cold and merciless from him in any case.
A/N SO A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO THE LAST REVIEWER because I totally forgot this exsisted! I had a chapter already written too! I'll continue to update now.... I hope. If I rememer... But yeah. A note on this chapter: The Warlock's Hairy Heart is from The Tales of Beatle the Bard, which if you haven't read it go to the local library. What kind of HP fan are you? Just kdiding, we all have lives... Happy new year, readers!
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