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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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“I might be too drunk to dance.” Harry almost slurred as Tom pulled him to the dance floor.

“Nonsense, no such thing, I’m leading. It will be fine.” Tom assured the teen as he pulled him close.

Harry tried to follow as Tom led him.

Tom was dancing perfectly, with grace and style, and Harry was stumbling along, tripping over his own feet. Luckily, Tom seemed to find this hilarious rather than irritating. He chuckled after one dance and led Harry back to the table. “Well, remind me in the future to cut you off after your second glass of wine.” He said.

Harry giggled. “Yes, Marvolo.” He said.

Tom smiled. “Do you feel up to walking for a bit, or do you want to go home and vomit?” He asked, his smile widening in amusement.

Harry shook his head. “I feel fine. How much more time do we have?” He asked.

“Forty minutes.” Tom answered.

Harry nodded. “We can walk a bit.”

“There is a nightclub I wanted to visit with you, but you would not be able to appreciate that kind of dancing, either, in your present state, so we will wait for that. We will hit the piazza again and I will get you something sweet. The foods they sell there at night are decent.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I’m always up for something sweet.”

Tom chuckled. “So I’ve noticed. It’s cute, and you don’t seem to put on weight too easily, so it is acceptable.” He said.

“Glad you’re happy about it.”

Tom had already paid the bill, but they had lingered afterward, talking and having their failed attempt at a dance, and since the Slytherin family had a private table, where they had been seated (as Tom had revealed), they hadn’t been asked to leave.

They wandered out and walked out to the Muggle area, then back to the piazza. Tom and Harry wandered around looking at food vendors until Harry found a man selling delicious-smelling pastries he wanted to try.

Tom bought him one, and one for himself, and they found a place to sit and enjoy their snacks. Chat was light, and they mostly discussed plans for the summer.

“Of course, once your birthday has passed, you will spend a night or two at my house. Bellatrix has reclaimed the Black house in London, and she is living there with Rudolphus and Rabastan. Rookwood is staying with me for now, but he is building a new home that will be ready in a few months. Mulciber is just staying with me.” Tom said flatly. It was clear he was a little put-out by the intrusion on his space. “I make allowances when I must, they are loyal, they deserve due consideration.” He said.

Harry nodded. “I understand that. I’ve decided to make Hermione my second among most of my followers, Draco my second among the Slytherins, since they trust him more than Hermione, and Luna will be the backup and secret weapon.” He said. “I think it’ll work out well.”

Tom nodded. “Well-thought-out, good job. It’s a very good plan to have a separate second for the Slytherins, as they will only trust one of their own.” He said.

Harry nodded. “That’s what I thought.” He said. “They’re not particularly mistrustful as such, they are just more considerate about who they give their trust to, and it’s easier to trust someone who you know holds mostly the same values as you do. They are just more selective.”

Tom nodded. “And that is a very important observation to have made, yes. You know Slytherin mindsets well.” He said, sounding surprised.

“Don’t be too shocked; the hat wanted me in Slytherin first year. Said I’d do well there.” Harry told the man.

Tom frowned. “Then how did you end up in Gryffindor instead?” He asked.

“Begged the hat to put me anywhere else. And I had a familial connection to Gryffindor, so that was the next obvious choice.” Harry said impishly.

Tom sighed. “Of course.” He said.

“It’s not so bad. The Slytherins are coming to trust me, since I trust them in turn. I’m also helping them become more friendly with the other houses, since I can see the good in them. If I can see it, it must be there.” Harry said.

Tom smiled. “I’m glad you’re making things easier on them. They do deserve to feel the same security around their classmates that the rest of the school gets to enjoy.”

“It helps that they’re not actively antagonising anyone now.” Harry said.

“Yes, well, it’s anyone’s guess as to whether that will last indefinitely.” Tom said.

“Yeah, but I have high hopes.” Harry said.

“Anyway, we should get you home. Try to hide your drunkenness, I’d like the option of taking you out again sometime this century.” Tom said.

Harry laughed. “Dad is going to be so angry.” He said.

Tom sighed, wrapped an arm around his waist, and Apparated them back to Prince Manor.

Severus was waiting in the blue parlour and spotted them when they tried to sneak by on the way to the stairs. “Hello.” He said evenly.

Tom and Harry froze, looked at each other, then turned to face Severus.

“Hi, Dad.” Harry said nervously.

Severus got up and walked up to them, then inhaled deeply. “How much did you have to drink?” He asked suspiciously.

Harry flushed. “Er, three glasses.”

“Of…?” Severus prompted.

“Wine. It was just wine.” Harry said.

Severus sighed. “Just wine.” He said, then turned to Tom. “Now that you know his limits, I would appreciate you not bringing him home completely inebriated ever again.” He said.

Tom nodded. “I won’t. I did ask for one that wouldn’t be too strong, but perhaps that third glass was a bit much.” He agreed.

“Say your goodbyes, and then you—” He pointed at Harry, “Are going to your room and taking a shower before bed. You stink.”

Harry sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Tom bent and kissed him. “I will see you in a week, Harrison. We will deal with the Weasley children then.” He said.

“Alright.” Harry said, then gave Severus one more sheepish look and slunk upstairs.

Severus gave Tom an accusing stare.

“It won’t happen again.” Tom said.

“Ever.” Severus added.

“Never ever.” Tom agreed.

“Good. Then you may take him out again at some point. Remember this night, though.”

Tom smiled sheepishly. “Oh, I doubt I’m ever likely to forget.” He said.

Severus hummed. “You may leave now. We will see you at the meeting. The next day you will be here for Harrison’s birthday. There will be a party. Be prepared to stay the whole time. For him.”

Tom grimaced. “Fine, I can do that. So many teenagers…”

“If I have to deal with it, so do you.” Severus said.

Tom sighed and nodded. “I’ll just… Go now.”

“Good night, My Lord. Thank you for giving Harry a good night. Just not quite so good next time.” He added.

Tom nodded and left.

Severus shook his head and headed up to his room. “Bloody teenage sons and their idiotically besotted boyfriends. At least they were home on time.” He muttered. “Be thankful for small mercies.”

He heard Harry in his shower singing—loudly and off-key—and went into his room, casting a silencing charm so he could attempt to sleep. He regretted the fact that the Heir’s bathroom was separated from his bedroom by only a single wall.

*****

Fred, George and Draco came down for breakfast at the same time and Lucius and Narcissa smiled at them all.

“Hello, dears. How was your first night as Sinicae?” Narcissa asked, politely not commenting on the bite marks on George’s neck and the rope burns showing at his wrists.

George flushed and Fred grinned. “It worked out well. We can work with this. It’s not like our instincts are calling on us to do anything we don’t already. Just be a little rougher, is all. We can easily do that.” Fred said.

Lucius nodded. “Just don’t do anything questionable with Draco under my roof until you are either courting him properly, or you find you are his mates. That’s all I ask.”

Fred and George shared a look.

George braved his wrath. “By ‘questionable’ you mean…?”

“No sex. Kissing is fine. Frottage, hand jobs, those are acceptable. Blow jobs if he initiates them. But there will be no penetration taking place here. Not in your room, or in his. Until you are properly tied to his future. And there is one further stipulation he has set unless you are mates, and we will not know that for some time yet.”

Fred shot a questioning look at him, and Draco flushed. “Later.” He said.

They settled in to eat and were mostly quiet when a howler was dropped into the room by a very familiar owl.

Everyone froze.

George cleared his throat. “Ah, that’s probably for us.” He said, taking it and opening it.

“FREDRICK AND GEORGE WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU TWO CUT ME OUT OF THE PREWETT FAMILY! YOU UNGRATEFUL BRATS, I’VE BEEN PART OF THAT FAMILY SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN! FURTHERMORE, I CANNOT ACCESS THE VAULT ANYMORE, AND WE NEED THAT MONEY TO PAY THE FINES FOR YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER! YOU WILL REINSTATE ME IMMEDIATELY, OR I WILL FIND YOU AND MAKE YOU PAY DEARLY!” The howler finished its message and tore itself up.

Fred and George sighed. “Sorry you had to hear that. She’s like that sometimes.” Fred explained.

Lucius curled his lip. “Disgraceful, airing family business to the world like that. It shows such a lack of class.” He said in distaste.

“Well, it’s not going to get her what she wants. Neither of us are afraid of her, and we want nothing to do with her anymore, so she will not be a part of our family ever again, nor will we give her a knut.” George said.

Fred nodded his agreement.

“Good. She kicked you out, you owe her nothing.” Narcissa said firmly.

“We could ward the house against howlers.” Lucius said. “She is the only person who would send one.” He said mildly.

“We could.” Narcissa agreed. “But why should we put forth the effort?”

“We will if it becomes a problem.” Lucius said.

“Sorry for putting you guys to extra trouble.” George said.

Narcissa smiled and waved a hand. “Oh, pish! It’s nothing. The error is in your Mother’s upbringing, but we will correct it in yours while we have you.”

“Er, you won’t actually have us very long.” Fred explained.

“Oh?” Lucius asked doubtfully. “And why not?”

George smiled. “Well, Harry gave us his winnings from the Triwizard Tournament. All one thousand galleons of it, and with that and our savings, we have enough to purchase premises and move into the flat above the shop without ever touching the Prewett vault.” He told them. “We intend to buy the shop later today.”

Draco looked heartbroken. “What? Why would you move out?” He asked.

Fred smiled at him. “Look, we love you, you know we do. But we also want the freedom to live alone for a while. We need some space, some time to figure out who we are as ourselves and as Sinicae, and we can’t do that just anywhere. We don’t want to offend anyone here, and we can come back when you find out we’re your mates, if you want—because I know we are, deep in my heart. But this is something we need to do. At least for a little while. And you’re welcome to visit, we’d love to have you over, any time!” He said.

Draco nodded. “All right. I don’t like it, but I’ll let you two make this decision yourselves. Just don’t walk away from me.”

George shook his head. “Never, Draco, you know we love you!”

Draco sighed. “Fine, then.”

Lucius hummed. “And when did you plan to buy the shop? Would you like me to go with you, to make sure you are not being swindled?” He offered.

Fred shook his head. “It’s fine if you would rather not, Sir, we’re happy with the price. It’s 945 galleons, and that is enough to leave us a little left over to spend getting our stock up to where we need it before we open. We still have a year of school left, after all, and we can always spend that time working on our customer base and getting new tricks developed.”

Lucius’ eyes narrowed. “This will be a joke shop?” He asked.

Fred nodded. “Is that a problem?” He asked right back.

Lucius let out a slow breath through his nose. “If it fails before you are twenty, you will go into politics like proper young Lords. Agreed? I will not have Draco living like a pauper.”

George grinned. “And if we have a booming business by then—or before then—you owe us an apology for your erroneous assumption. Agreed?”

Lucius sniffed. “I agree.”

Fred smiled at him. “Then we agree.”

Narcissa just shook her head in amusement. “Feel free to move back in at any time, boys.” She said fondly.
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