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Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Chapter 10
- 11-Ch 10.5
- 12-Chapter 10part 3
- 4
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�Will you
take the potion immediately, my Lord?�� the young Severina enquired with
the faintest suggestion in her voice that this would be a preferred choice on
his..her.. part.
�No.� Not tonight, Professor� Harry
interrupted.� �Tomorrow..
please.� Or.. soon.. but
not now.�
Tom
looked up at him with irritation.� The
question had been addressed to him.� Why
should he tolerate one further day without magic?!�

Harry�s green eyes pled with him.�

�Please.. Tom..� Just give me one night..
just one..� Before.. you�re.. him..�
He
blinked, surprised.

That was the reason?..
Harry
swallowed and looked down.

�I�m sorry.� It�s up to you.� I.. whatever you
want.�
�Tomorrow
then� he conceded quietly, watching the intense relief break out on the other
wizards face.��
�Thank
you, Tom..� Harry murmured, with a single brief
nervous glance up at him.
Severus.. Severina..
grimaced disapprovingly.� The look made him.. her..seem like a rather tarty spoiled brat.

�Harry.. If I might speak with you.. in
private..� her voice was tight.
�No Severus.� You�ve said all I want to hear about it� Harry
said with finality.� �Go and collect the
files on the prepared samples so that Tom can choose my new body.� We�ll take the potion together when he takes
it tomorrow.�
This
seemed to disturb the girl.� �Harry �
that is not ..wise.. it is..complicated enough without observing both of you at once..
See reason..�
Perhaps.. you might wait..
we can ensure that ..the Dark
Lord.. is capable of correctly imitating Draco before
you are introduced.� The
risk is-..�
�No.� I�ll go with him� Harry said with
determination.� �He�ll need what I know
about Draco to carry it off.� We�ll share
a pod..you can adjust the levels for the increased
body mass.� And ..I
want you to begin collecting his essences later so that he can have the option
of returning to his body after all this is done..��
Tom was
glancing between them with interest.� It
was blatantly apparent that his surly former servant deferred to Harry�s
judgement as law.. Severus was..
using the same manner of cajoling tone that he had not
infrequently used on him when he had
disapproved of some course of action Tom had resolved to take.� The boy
was in control here.

This was both disturbing and ...potentially... encouraging.� If he controlled Harry � he would own
whatever resistance forces they had amassed.�
It would be tantamount to collecting a ready made
death eater army if he could twist the boy to his will.
�The
samples..�� the young girl scowled, switching her dissatisfied
expression to Tom once again. ��There are..eighteen halfblood samples in
total at present.� Will you prefer a male
or a female halfblood, my Lord?�
Tom
tilted his head.� �So
few to choose between?� A male.�
�Yes� the
girl said sourly� �The process may take only three days to
complete � but the collection of the ingredients necessary to brew the finished
potion is both invasive and time consuming so collecting the material from
candidates unawares is not uncomplicated.�
It has taken over a year to collect the elements needed to reproduce Draco.� Of course.. if Harry is willing to delay his conversion � perhaps we
might ..shop. for the exact
candidate you prefer.�
Tom
debated.
�No..� Harry intervened.�
�One of them will do for a start.�
Please just go and get the files.�
We can look for a better choice when I�m in place if Tom isn�t
satisfied.� It will just mean that he�ll
have to..sort of..officially kill me or sell me or something down the track so I can switch.� It�ll be fine.�
The girl
scowled and tossed her long legs off the coffee table, dragging herself up �
blatantly annoyed with the way things were going.� �Fine. You know
best, I�m sure� she snarked sarcastically.
Tom
looked up at Harry thoughtfully.� It
would be a pity to have to alter his appearance.

But then.. he would also
prefer to be himself rather than the clone of Lucius
son, given the choice.�

Harry gave him a tentative half smile.�
�You only have to put up with one of them for..
for.. a few weeks or..maybe a couple of months.. if we
can find someone else you want more within a week or so..�
The girl
returned holding a small stack of brown manila folders.� �These are the male halfbloods.� Obviously most of the samples we�ve focused
on have been purebloods.� Unfortunately
it is not..without problems.. to
attempt to transition muggleborns into these identities � they lack the
behavioural awareness to carry it off.�
Only few of them have responded successfully enough to social training
to pass muster.�� Some of the halfbloods have done better..�
Tom
nodded absently and held his hand out for the files impatiently.� Severina hesitated
and then reluctantly handed them over, sighing.
He
flipped open the first file curiously.�

The photo showed a narrow faced brown haired man in his late twenties with
small pale blue eyes.� He looked rather..bitter..� Tom closed
the file and discarded it on the table at once.�

The next was little better.� A slightly pudgy blonde boy in his early teens.� He moued in disgust
and tossed it.�

The three after that were equally unsatisfying � too old..
too unattractive.. too
ginger.�

He came to a brunette boy with coffee coloured skin and light grey eyes.� He seemed somewhat..exotic.. Admittedly his features
were not..perfect..
he was not as pretty as Harry.. he
seemed more masculine.�� Tom placed the
folder to the side thoughtfully.� By the
time he had reached the end he was down to a choice between three
candidates.�

Harry was leaning over his shoulder nervously, looking at the choices.�
He
flipped the large portrait photo over and found a full body picture followed it.� The exotic looking young man had a rather
attractive form.. he was
moderately muscled.� Of the other two �
the black haired, blue eyed boy in his late teens was more attractive in face
but was rather ectomorph in build..
a delicate looking specimen.�

Of course.. that was not
necessarily a negative thing.. He would enjoy watching Harry develop the boy�s
body and it would be easier to physically dominate him in that form.��

The other choice � a sandy haired boy in his mid twenties had a square, stocky body.� He was shorter than Tom preferred.� The face was rather cheeky looking.. sunny..�
Thoughtfully
he turned to the next page and his jaw dropped.�
The files included naked
images of the candidates.�

The cheeky faced boy was immediately discarded.�
He lacked..the bare minimum endowment that Tom
expected in a sexual partner.�

He pulled the other two files side by side and stared at the rather impressive
organ of the more exotic muscled boy.�
The other slender candidate was more average..
Not underwhelming � but certainly not as outstanding as the brunette.� The figures in the photo turned on the spot
slowly for his perusal.�
Almost
reluctantly he turned the page and found a parchment with figures.. different values..� IQ, BMI and various medical values..magical potency..were
among them.� The black haired waif was
magically stronger and more intelligent than the exotic.�

Would that have any bearing on Harry�s behaviour in the body?!� He did not wish to select a weaker choice for
what would apparently be his..right hand..� On the other hand � either body would be
placed under magical restrictions.� Perhaps
it would matter little.�
�Callix Gebrae� He rolled the name
of the exotic well hung boy on his tongue for size.�
�One of
the older families� Severina supplied, making clear
that this was the choice he favoured.�
Tom glanced up at him disapprovingly.�
It was his choice to make.
�The boy
is obviously far more attractive..� the girl pointed
out. �Draco tends to select the finest things..�
Harry
spoke up softly. �He has never before been known to choose a mulatto
partner.� The other boy would be his
choice.�
�The
other boy is physically weaker..� Severus countered. �You stand a better chance of
withstanding the rigors of the change in the Gebrae
boy.�
Tom
mused.� Weaker.� He had no doubt that his former servant
wished Harry to occupy the stronger body in order to stand a better chance of
defending himself..

But that would be Tom�s
decision.� He would protect Harry.. or punish him as he saw fit.

He imagined the feel of the exotic creature beneath him and inclined his
head.�

Narrowing his eyes he turned to the other file.

�James Thorwald��

He flipped back to the large portrait photo of the delicate boy�s face.� He had clear blue eyes with long lashes and
pale pink lips.� His face was rounder
than Harry�s sharp angles and bright greens.�
He looked softer.. more
innocent.��

�Eighteen..�
�I�ll
find it easier to remember to respond to his name� Harry nudged again quietly.
�It�s my middle name.�

�I..I can improve his body, Tom..if
its that...�
Tom shook
his head slightly.� �No.� I find I prefer the boy.� Very well... You
will be James Thorwald..�
�Harry..� the girl growled.�

The boy perched on the arm of his chair held up a tired hand.�

�Severus.� It would have been my first choice too.� It�s what we�ll do.� Stop going on about it now.� I�m going to go and make us all something for
dinner, alright?!� Don�t be..�
Don�t provoke each other while
I�m gone.� For me.. ok?!��

He jumped up off the chair and looked between Tom and the pink garbed
girl.�
�Fine..� she snarked and summoned her firewhiskey again.�
Tom
watched over his shoulder as his future slave turned and walked tensely out of
the room.
�You had
better be truly intending to assist us, my
Lord..� the girl snarled as soon as the door was
closed.� Tom looked back placidly.

�If you take this opportunity and then ruin everything I�ve worked so hard
to-...�
�You are
too bold, Severus� he cut him off. �Harry has made the decision � and I rather suspect you lack the power to
contradict him, to judge by your behaviour.�
Tell me.. is it a vow?��

His eyes glittered as he watched the young girl glare over her tumbler.

Tom smiled in pleasure.� He had already gotten under the potions
master�s skin.� The man was out of practice.

�I will do precisely what you all so
desperately need me to to.� I will supplant Lucius.. I will rule the
wizarding world.� No more.. no less.� That is
what you are asking of me, is it not?�
The
slight figure leaned forward angrily in the chair �NO!� No it damn well isn�t and you know it.� You
are to assist us to dismantle the
pureblood apparatus and then you are to withdraw
control, allowing democratic and fair processes to be reinstated.� This is NOT your opportunity to seize a
dictatorship!�
Tom
chuckled.

�Oh?� My mistake then.� Yes.. well I�m certain I�ll do that
in that case.. What was it again?� Carry
out all of the dirty work.. thanklessly.. and
then disappear when the threat is neutralised?��

He picked up James Thorwald�s folder again and opened
it, tilting his head slightly in thought as he perused the waif�s features and
traced a finger down the image�s jaw.

�I think I shall enjoy him in this
form.�� He glanced up at the fuming girl
whose grip on the firewhisky was now white knuckled..

�Although.. I expect.. not quite as much
as I shall enjoy him tonight..�
The girl
leapt to her feet and heaved the glass into the fireplace.

�I believe I am finally willing to test exactly what this mark might do to me
if I attempt to kill you...my Lord!�
�Severus!�
Harry�s
hollow voice rang out across the room.�

Tom slowly leaned to the side and looked around the back of the armchair to
find the boy leaning in the door looking resigned.� He turned back and smirked up at the small
girl vibrating with pent up fury, the large wand in her hand.
�I forbid
you to harm Tom in any way whatsoever.�
Sit down and stop drinking if you�re going to get like this.�
Tom�s
smirk widened and he inclined his head in schadenfreude.

A vow then.�

The girl sat down heavily and appeared to sulk, her eyes narrowed on the half
full bottle of firewhisky.
�At least
allow me to dull my awareness of this extraordinarily
foolish situation� she snarled.
He heard Harry
sigh in the doorway.�

�Fine.. you can drink.. and not snark.. or you can leave us both
in peace and go to one of the other safehouses.�
�I will
not leave you with him!�
Tom
laughed softly under his breath.� This
was too delightful.� He crossed one leg over
the other and leaned back in the armchair, stroking the arm absently and
enjoying the cool waxy texture of the old leather.
�Do you
believe you will be accompanying us to bed also, old Servant?� he taunted him
softly, uncertain whether Harry was still in the doorway. �Because.. I have to tell you � your new body is not exactly to my
tastes...�
The girl
was attempting to cut him to pieces with her eyes.
This was
all very droll, however there were things he actually wished to know from the
man.. and it was probably
unwise to provoke him much further, as he would be relying upon Severus� skill
and support in the future.�

�Tell me of the final days, Severus..� How did you survive?� How did you progress from there to ..here.��
He parted his hands, gesturing around at the room.�

Severina shifted in her seat slightly.� He could see that the rather petty man he had
grown so accustomed to over the years was debating whether to answer or whether
to continue to glare and drink in silence.�
�Come now.. Don�t pout so.� Harry
is happy.. I am
happy.. You have pleased both your masters at once.. Surely you should be content..�

The dig was unnecessary but satisfying.�
He watched the loathing flicker in the girl�s innocent eyes.� It was more difficult for the man to school
his expression in this body it seemed.�
He would have to remember that when he occupied Draco�s body.� He would need to spend a period before the
mirror observing and cataloguing the changes to his expressions.
Severus
seemed to reach the reluctant decision to be halfway civil and answer the
question.� Tom could see how he
desperately wished to rant.� He wondered
what Harry�s definition of �snarking� was and whether
the Potions Master would be automatically forced to leave this safehouse if he violated it.�
�I knew
the end was coming several weeks in advance.. I was prepared.��

Tom meditated on the fact that this preparation had obviously not included a
warning to him.
�Lucius had approached me of course..
several times.. to determine
whether I might yet be useful � In the end I believe it was my blood status
that decided the matter for him, despite our years of..what
could be termed close association..

He did not even do me the courtesy of killing me personally.�

Severina�s face twisted in resentment and then
calmed.� �Of course � that worked in my
favour. No doubt it would have been more difficult to deceive Lucius than the others.�
I used a polyjuice variant on Wormtail.. held
him under the imperius when Travers, Glower and Wendlay came for me..

He fought..valiantly..
but was tragically unable to avoid Glower�s neck
twisting hex.�

...The hexes they utilised were all rather humane.� I believe that
was Lucius final gift to me.�

The girl looked bitter for a moment��

�The polyjuice variant I had developed prevents a
body from lapsing back to its true form post mortem.� That was the corpse you and Lucius saw. �
Tom
nodded, satisfied.� He had rather
suspected it would be something along those lines..�
�My
warnings had already been sent days before the chaotic hours arrived.� Having died,
I left immediately for my own safehouse.. That was safehouse number one.�

I cautiously re-established lines of contact with the others, one by one.. there were far fewer of us then
of course.� The preparations were
adequate � most of us survived intact.
The first
year was rather..peaceful.. Everyone remained deep
underground.� I worked in my lab through
every waking hour trying to construct something.. anything that
would offer us a chance of turning the tide.�

I hit upon the idea for �new skin� after six months.� Its realisation tormented me for over two
years afterward.�

The first successful test was
completed almost two years ago and a few months after that we systematically led Draco to �find� Potter in Australia, in
order to hopefully collect the ingredients needed from him.�
It was his idea, of course..
I tried to dissuade him..� He insisted that it was necessary for the
sadistic little bastard to continue living and acting in British wizarding
society.� He was adamant that he had to be the one to be with him � in
order to learn all he could of the whelp�s mannerisms..� Self sacrificing martyr... The boy is a
damned little fool.�
Tom had
to agree.

It was most convenient for him, really.
�The last
six months have been rather more hectic� Severus went on, after a moment or two.

�I have been circulating between the cells, advising upon training and
allocation and working to transform each of our suitable witches and wizards
who are under the trace � which is a costly endeavour both in terms of time and
resources, requiring extensive prioritisation.�

I am yet barely a quarter of the way through, due to the fact that each must be
supervised continuously during the process.
Several
months ago we successfully replaced three low level purebloods within the
ministry of magic and were able to ascertain the whereabouts of certain
materials needed to restore the magical integrity of the muggleborns.� It makes little sense to try to transform all the muggleborns � they are
too numerous and have difficulty simulating purebloods.�� On the other hand, we have hit a wall since
it is virtually impossible to infiltrate the department of mysteries itself, as
the security protocols in place make imitation very difficult.� They are based upon the presence or absence
of a certain memory, selected randomly by a spell � one not told to the wizard
in question or the administrator of the test box.� We were very nearly discovered when one of
our new-skinners almost submitted to the process unwittingly.�
�Dinner
is almost ready� Harry interrupted from the door.� �It�s nothing..great..
Just pasta with Cipriani.� You don�t really have a lot here...

Shall I bring it in.. or do
you want to eat in here?�
Tom
interpreted the question as addressed to him, knowing that this would irritate Severus
again.
�In
here.� And we will have something other
than firewhisky to accompany it...James.� he smirked, trying out the new
name for size.
The
little girl Potions master in the other chair knocked back the bottle of firewhisky and pursed her lips at the sharp biting liquid,
narrowing her eyes at him.

�Don�t hurt him.� she growled softly.� He
barely caught it.�

�I am ..aware.. of your tendencies..my
Lord.� Do not attempt to break him.� He is not as robust as he appears. �Draco was more than adequately proficient in
physical and psychological torture... It was a very near thing at one or two
points.� If you shatter him.. you destroy the future of the
wizarding world.. you destroy the future of all half
bloods and muggleborns..� your own
future.� If you cannot be humane.. at least appreciate your own
self serving interests in this matter.�
Tom gave
no sign of having heard at all.� Of
course he would not destroy the boy �
at least not until he had prevailed and regained power -..
he would merely ensure that Harry came to understand
his place � came to accept that beyond this little farce, he truly served him..and always would.�

When he was no longer needed.. well..
he would see where the balance lay with the little
fool.� Harry had been responsible for so
much suffering and frustration in his life.. It grated
against him to even consider forgetting the debt.�
Harry�s
soft footfalls on the wooden floor approached.�
He looked up and found the boy holding a small tray, upon which stood a
plate, knife, fork and a flute of what appeared to be wine.�

The pasta was a simple penne with a pale apricot coloured sauce drizzled over
it aesthetically, topped with a small sprinkle of parmesan.�

He found his mouth watering.�

Harry lowered it carefully to his lap and smiled hopefully.� He bit off the compliment he had been
momentarily tempted to bestow.�
Departing
again, Harry brought Severus and his own plates without trays and, as there
were but two armchairs in the room, seated himself
carefully on the floor at the foot of Tom�s, bending his knees and balancing
the plate.� Tom glanced down at the silky
black head delightedly.� It was
satisfying to have Harry Potter at his feet.��

While Severina opposite him looked on and scowled he
reached out and stroked the boy�s head, running his fingers through his
hair.�

Harry shivered and seemed to press up against his fingers eagerly.��
�I think
it may be preferable to remove the gall before
you eat, my Lord� The girl observed with narrowed eyes.� �Unless you wish a less than optimal result
should you later have the opportunity to transform back to your own form.�
Tom
rolled his eyes at the petty gesture.
Harry
lowered his head and sighed.� �I don�t
know whether he�s right or just being a git, Tom.� Maybe you should..�
He
frowned and reluctantly laid his meal to the side.� �Place a stasis charm on my meal, Severus� he
instructed dismissively.� �How do you
require me to position myself in order to extract it?�
The girl
smirked in a bloodthirsty manner and flicked off a spell over his dinner.� At least he would not have a cold meal
afterward.� He had become somewhat used
to irritating medical examinations and procedures over the time in which he
occupied the serpent venom sustained body.�
�Lie down
on the floor on your side�
He
inspected the floor and gingerly lowered himself to his knees and then his
side.� To his surprise and pleasure, Harry
laid aside his own meal and moved to lie opposite him, resting his head on his
arm.�
�It..hurts.. to remove it.� Some of the ingredients he needs are a bit uncomfortable.� This is one of the bad ones, I thought.� He
shuffled forward till he was less than half a metre away and tentatively
reached out to wrap his arm over Tom.��

This kind of..coddling.. was
entirely unfamiliar.� No one had ever tried to hold his hand during a
painful procedure.. or to
cuddle him afterward.� He had never received so much as a comforting
pat on the knee even in his earliest childhood.�
He stiffened against Harry�s arm involuntarily when his shirt was
vanished without warning.�
The girl
padded around behind him and dropped to her knees near the middle of his back.
�This
will.. pinch.. just a little.� She warned with a thoroughly satisfied tone.

Something pricked his back lightly and he tried to steel
himself to remain still.� He had endured
countless painful procedures before.�
This was no different.�

Then the needle plunged in.� It knocked
the wind out of him and hurt a great deal.�
The pain was peculiar.. he
wanted to move.. if he could just adjust his position
he might relieve it.� It was almost intolerable.
Aching wrenching..worsening�
He strained to remain motionless.�

Harry�s hand stroked over the skin of his shoulder and the boy wriggled
slightly closer.� His green eyes were
tight with empathy.�

It took a long time for whatever Severus was filling to complete.�� He found himself closing his eyes and trying
to slip into the old familiar meditative state he had employed when he was in
reaction to the venom potion.
�It is
done.� The girl muttered behind him eventually and then there was a sharp clean
stabbing pain again as the needle was removed.�
He felt a spell seal the wound.
�What
else do you require� he asked uncomfortably, feeling d�j� vu at the familiar
merciless ministrations of the man.�
�Take as much as you can now, if you would, Severus.� I would prefer one long discomfort than a
series of minor irritations.�
�That
would suit me perfectly� Severina said smoothly.
�No.� Harry
interrupted.

�If you take most of them then he�ll be exhausted.� I want-...�

He stopped and sighed, looking up over Tom�s shoulder at the girl kneeling
behind him.

�Take them in the morning Severus.� All at once.� Then
we�ll take the potion in the afternoon.�
You are going to give me this
night.� After everything I�ve done..�
The girl
didn�t say anything but Tom felt sure he could feel the potion master�s glare on the back of his neck.
�As you insist, Potter.,
I don�t see I have much choice� Severina sniped and
there was the sound of him..her.. getting
to her feet.� �I will place this in
cooling.� Continue your foolishness without me..�
Tom
watched the green eyes follow the slight figure as she retreated before they
turned back to him and suddenly seemed to burn with feeling.

�I�m sorry for contradicting you again� Harry whispered and swallowed.� �I..won�t do it
after we leave here.. I just..know what he wanted � he wanted you to be laid out
unconscious, exhausted and unable to be with me.� He thinks..� Harry
broke off and blushed suddenly.

�Um.. you.. you do actually want.. to
uh.. be with me, don�t you?!� I mean.. if you asked because you didn�t want to..�
Tom
smirked.� He was positive that this insecure little stumbling was
simulation.� Harry was not at all an
indecisive or weak creature, as evidenced by his role with the potions master.� He also knew quite well how attractive he was
and that Tom would willingly nail him to the bed.� He had been about to do so in Sydney before
he�d taken the trouble to peruse his mind.

He sat up, grimacing at the discomfort briefly.�
The ache remained from the drawing of the gall fluid.�
�Spare me
your poor acting, Harry. ��Yes.. I intend to have you tonight.� Help me up so that I might finish the meal you
have prepared.�� He held out a hand and
the lithe boy sprang up and eagerly assisted him to his feet.��
The pasta
was delicious.� He could not remember the
last time he had consumed a more satisfying meal.� Harry noticed his enjoyment it seemed and
looked pleased with himself.� Although Severus
did not return and the other armchair was free, Harry had lowered himself to
sit at his feet again and after he had finished and laid the tray aside, he
relaxed into the deep wingback, stroking the boy�s soft black hair gently.�

Abruptly the head beneath his hand turned and Harry curled up onto the, chair,
to lay his face against Tom�s thigh.� His
cheek felt warm as he stroked it.�

When Harry turned his face and nuzzled the inside of his thigh he felt himself
harden.� The green eyes caught the
tightening of his jeans and darted up to his face hungrily.� �Can I..� Harry
started to ask.
�May
you.� And no.. you may not.� Dance
for me.� I wish to watch you again.�
Harry�s
eyes widened in surprise but he looked, if anything, even more pleased by this.� Then he seemed to frown as if realising
something unwelcome.�

�There�s no music here...� he said, disappointed.��

Tom�s expression made clear that this was not a valid reason to delay in
obeying. He pushed the boy�s head away and folded his legs with an air of
impatience.� �I abhor repeating myself� he
stated quietly with the merest hint of thumbscrews implied.�

Harry�s eyes darted.� �Sorry.. I.. I didn�t meant to..� I..can try to dance
for you..� It..may
not be..very good without music.� �

He slid smoothly to his feet and stepped away toward the fire.�
Tom
admired the silhouette he made in the dim room as he closed his eyes and seemed
to collect himself.� Then.. after a moment he started to
move.. subtly at first.. just
his hips.. shifting his weight.� �

Tom watched with a pleasant frisson of anticipation as Harry slowly undulated
in time with a beat only he heard and then his hands started to trace over his
body in a way that was most promising.�
He was right � it was not as good as it had been in the bar with the
throbbing sensual music playing.. but
it was...engaging. ��

Everything was done slowly.. the
movements hypnotic and serpentine.. Harry rolled his head as if in the throes
of ecstasy while he subsided to his knees.�
He crawled with catlike grace toward him, eyes half lidded.. hazy with lust, stopping just before he reached him and
arching back on his knees, fingers delving just under the edge of his tee
shirt, pushing it up a little, revealing the barest line of the hard muscular
abdomen below, before sliding away again and stroking up over his chest over the
tee, up over his neck.� Arcing with
absolute control backward, he strained his body upward as one hand trailed back
down his chest.. over his
flat stomach and played at the button of his jeans before rubbing over the
black material covering the hard raised bar below.�

Tom swallowed, his mouth dry.�� He wanted more already.� He was about
to order the boy to remove his clothing but stopped himself.� He was not so uncontrolled..�
By the
time Harry had removed his teeshirt and demonstrated
his near perfect control over his own musculature, Tom was growing
impatient.� The acrobatic tumbling and
writhing had served to arouse his curiosity as to what else the boy might be
capable of in more explicit arenas.� He
wanted him now. �Whetting his lip
unconsciously he was about to call Harry over but in that second the boy let himself
fall gracefully onto his fingers and toes, lowering his belly to the ground and
crawling toward him as if in the most abject grovel imaginable.�

His cock ached urgently.�

Harry reached him and climbed up the chair rubbing his face up Tom�s thigh as
he went.�

Obligingly, he parted his legs further for the delicious little wanton.� Harry eagerly took the opportunity and
nuzzled at his groin.� He could feel the
hot mouth through the uncomfortably tight jeans and when Harry licked over the
thick line of his cock his breath caught in his throat.�

�May I?� he purred and trailed his tongue slowly up the line of Tom�s zip again.�
�Yesss� he breathed �Now.. you may..�
Harry�s
fingers scratched lightly up his legs until he reached forward to unfasten the
top button on his black jeans with all the care of one defusing a bomb.� He didn�t lower the fly.� Instead he leaned in and, gripped the zip
with his teeth.� The sensation was hot
and fluttery.�� Tom found himself
unreasonably excited.� Improperly excited.� It was like being drunk.��
The noise
of the zip moving slowly down was loud in the quiet room and the way the boy
tugged it felt like he was pulling on strings attached to Tom�s insides.�� Finally it was down and Harry leaned in to
nuzzle over him through his boxers.�
Merlin.. the feeling
was much stronger.� Soft warm..nothing between him and the
boy�s face but a thin lycra blend layer.� He found himself breathing faster as hot
breath huffed over his shaft through the underwear. �Harry managed to unwrap
him from the boxers with his lips and careful teeth.� Tom spared an incongruous little thought for how
often the young wizard might have practiced this skill in the past with Draco.�

That idea grated against him now, he realised.��
He did not like to share the things he possessed.� If he decided to keep Harry..
he might wish to obliviate
him of his prior memories when all of this was complete.

Alas.. then he would lose his
dancer.. and it seemed the boy had learned a lot from
his time with Draco.

Perhaps he might have to live with it.�
It would be a shame to diminish the boy�s value as a sexual toy.
Harry
seemed to hesitate, when he had freed Tom�s cock and it stood straight and
insistent before him.� He wore an expression
of utmost concentration, as if he were trying to remember each detail.� Then he leaned in and brushed his cheek
against it like a cat rubbing up against a post.� Tom�s cock twitched in reaction and then Harry
was already licking it, bathing it with his tongue, hot and slick.�
The
sensation of Harry worshipping him while wearing this avid honoured expression was even more satisfying than it had been to
fuck the boy�s mouth last night.� He
grunted softly, breathing faster, as he was sucked into the burning wet orifice
and Harry�s tongue swirled around his head rapidly.�

It was very, very good.. But.. it
could be better.�

He placed his hand on the back of the young wizard�s head and roughly forced
him deeper.� It was not sufficient to be
worshipped by Harry..�
He wanted to own him.�� Any act he
might desire to perform on the boy would be solely at his own discretion.� Including this.�

He dragged the boy up and down ruthlessly with great pleasure.� Several times he held him down in place,
enjoying Harry�s slow rising panic as he needed to breathe.� Harry passively allowed himself to be
manipulated and used.� When Tom�s fingers
tightened in his hair he moaned, the vibration delicious around Tom�s cock.�

He wondered whether Harry was a naturally inclined submissive or whether he was
still simulating.�

it didn�t matter however � already at the turning
point, he pulled the boy off and spilled his seed in his face, successfully managing
to get it into one of his eyes.� The rush
of his climax was further piqued by Harry�s squinting wince of pain and barely
suppressed pout of dissatisfaction.� He
smirked at him and wiped a finger down his face, scooping up the release.� Harry reluctantly sucked the proffered finger
clean with a moue of resentment.� Tom
wanted to laugh.� Perhaps the boy truly
had no idea what he was letting
himself in for.� This was a generous.. even affectionate act in honour of the rather pleasant meal and the
general attraction he was feeling toward him.�
�Good boy�
he praised him quietly and patted him on the head patronizingly. �Show me to
the bedroom now, Harry...�
Harry
blinked for a moment and unfolded himself nimbly to his feet, extending a hand
down to him to help him out of the chair.�
Tom glanced at it and waved it away.

�I am not infirm.�

The other boy looked chastened and stepped back immediately.� �I didn�t mean.. I
just thought.. It wasn�t meant that way.�

Tom smiled inwardly at how easily his new entertainment reacted.� He stood and stepped closer to the half naked
wizard while tucking himself back into his underwear and refastening his jeans.

�Stop dithering, Harry.�
Harry,
seeming somewhat off balance, nodded and turned toward the door.

�Yeah.�
Sorry.� It�s this way.� I made it up while the pasta was
boiling.� The rooms are dark and the bed�s are small but it�s the best I can do.� I don�t want to go and hunt for Snape to get
him to enlarge the bed � there�d just be another bloody fuss over it.�
Tom raised
a sculpted brow questioningly.�� No doubt
Severus would already be skulking
around here somewhere in the shadows watching them.� He would be very surprised if he had truly
left them alone earlier.� It was probable
that the man found it even easier to hide with such a tiny body.�
�Severus.� I know you are there.� Reveal yourself.�
Harry
looked at him aghast and glanced around the room suspiciously.� Tom could detect a faint blush high on his
cheekbones.� He marvelled to himself that
the boy.. even after all he
had done.. all he did in his line of work.. could still be embarrassed at the thought of Severus Snape witnessing him performing
fellatio.� ...Although..
perhaps .. performing might
not be exactly accurate.. submitting to fellatio?� Being taken orally?�

No doubt his servant had seen that and more before.� He had almost certainly watched over Harry
with Draco initially - whether the boy realised it or not.
�Severus...� Tom intoned with impatience.
The
petulant young voice emanated from empty space in the far corner of the room. �I
will enlarge your bed..and then I will retire for the
evening.�

Harry�s jaw dropped and he looked horrified.

�Damn it, Snape � you complete wanker!� If you ever watch me like that again I�ll.. I�ll..�
Tom
rolled his eyes internally.� The boy had
no idea how to punish � and it seemed he could not threaten either.�
�Severus
was concerned for your security, Harry.�
He would not have revealed himself, had I not pressed the point � and
you would have continued merrily, had you remained unawares.� Severus.. I am
certain you can anticipate every alteration I might wish you to make to the
room.� I would prefer you did not observe us for the remainder of the evening,
however if you feel you must...�
There was
no comment from the corner which looked as empty as it had when the young girl�s
voice floated out of it.� It was
impossible to tell whether Severus had already departed.�� It was
possible to tell, however, that Harry was appalled.� He gaped and his eyebrows drew down
reactively.

�I..it�s just wrong. And..and..messed up!�
Severus �� Don�t
do it again!

Tom smirked and stepped close to the boy suddenly, drawing him against his body
and loosely embracing him, his hands resting on the warm silky skin of Harry�s
lower back.� Harry was visibly astounded
by this development, his green eyes wide as he looked up into Tom�s own dark
blue irises.
�Are you shy, Harry?� What does it matter if he or any other watches?!� Your attention should be focussed upon me.�
My contentment..��

He stroked the skin beneath his fingers and delved slightly below the waistband
of the other boy�s jeans.� Harry fidgeted
on his feet and swallowed.

�yes..� he murmured.�
�yes.. I.. But.. I can�t
with Snape..�
Not him..�
Tom tsked disapprovingly.�
Answering back in this manner could not be tolerated.�

�You will do as I instruct, Harry.� If I
require you to perform before the minister of magic and every professor at Hogwarts
� you will do it.. and you
will do it without making a fuss.�
A rankled
expression was displayed in response.�
Tom narrowed his eyes thinking again of how painfully he wished to be
able to use his magic.� He glanced about
the room.� There was nothing that could
immediately serve as a passable switch to use upon the boy.� Nothing he might use as a cord to bind him
into an uncomfortable position.� As
things now stood, in his current half starved state, he knew without a doubt
that Harry was physically stronger.. Any martial
discipline he might wish to exact upon him would be either with restraints or
with a solid assurance of the boy�s compliance.�
Harry had displayed such compliance earlier..and
yesterday.. but he was not certain that he would
remain meek and submissive if he were to receive more vigorous punishment.� It would be better to wait until his own
magic was accessible before disciplining the boy severely.�
�On your
knees.� He demanded coldly.� Harry�s
eyebrows turned up in mild dismay.� He
could see the moment of indecision waver across the young face before the
pretty boy dropped to the floor and knelt.

�Crawl.� Lead me to my room.�
Again
that quickly sublimated resentful expression flashed across the kneeling boy�s
face.� Tom smiled, raising his brows in
polite question.� Harry dropped his head,
looking at the floor from beneath a mop of silky black hair that fell across
his eyes.� Then, after a second he turned
and crawled on his hands and knees in the direction of the door.�� Toms smile widened.�

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