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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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First of all I want to thank Threadbare Threnody and Nightmare's Court, they’ve been very helpful. Second, of course thank you to all my reviewers and now let’s continue to the story. The love-bug has bitten our boys.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or make money from this.

The next couple of days both of them acted like they used too, their conversation seemly forgotten. But Tom could catch his boy giving him pleading looks when he thought he wasn’t paying attention. Sighing, he dropped the book he was scanning through on the table before him and leaned backwards in his chair. He was sitting in the library doing his homework while Marvolo was continuing the paper he had been busy with the past two days. The one for which he had been paired up with the Parkinson boy. He watched the brunet laugh at something his partner said and he flare of jealousy rose. He really didn’t like how close the two of them had become. He almost wanted to go over and settle himself between them. Sighing again, Tom shook his head. He couldn’t believe how the boy had gotten to him. He was actually starting to fear the moment he would give in to him and desert from the path he had planned for himself. It had already started with the ‘not kill’ topic, what would be next? ‘I can’t stop killing! I need to kill to create more horcruxes!’ He nodded to himself. He knew what he had to do. He had to make his boy see it his way. Maybe let him experience the evilness of muggles for himself. He nodded to himself and blinked surprised when a couple of arms slipped over his shoulders. Only one person would dare to do that.

“We’re done.” Marvolo practically whispered in his ear and he felt a shiver run over his spine. “Are you almost done?” He turned half of his body around and pulled the brunet on his lap.

“I can continue in our room.” He answered while leaning forwards and captured the youngster’s lips in a quick kiss. It surprised him he had referred to his room as ‘our’.

“Let’s go then.” Marvolo smiled sweetly and pecked him on the lips before slipping from his lap. Tom also got up and his eyes slipped to Parkinson who was standing behind his boy. His minion got into action and picked up the book and rushed to put it back in its place on the bookstand. Marvolo looked a little annoyed at his classmate’s back but didn’t voice his disapproval. Wanting those eyes on him, Tom laid his arms around him, demanding his attention. Blue eyes turned to him and he wished they were green instead. They just stared at each other until Parkinson returned. Tom’s eyes slid to his minion’s and gave him the clear order to disappear, which he did. Afterwards, he turned his boy around, grabbed his hand and caressed the back with his fingers. He frowned when he felt a large scar on the boy’s hand. Raising their entwined hands, he read to his surprise a whole sentence. ‘I must not tell lies.’ His grip tightened and the brunet made a surprised sound. The hand got pulled from his grip and he watched the youngster quickly mumbled a glamour charm. “Who did that?!” He hissed and the blue eyes avoided looking at him. Clearly the brunet hadn’t want him to see that sentence. He felt enraged. Hadn’t he made it more than clear nobody was to hurt, even touch his property? “Who did that?!” He demanded again, grabbing the scarred hand again. It infuriated him that with the charm, there was not a sign of the scar. ‘How long has he had it?’ He wondered and gritted his teeth.

“I got it last year.” Marvolo finally answered.

“How?” He insisted and got an annoyed look.

“A professor, who used ancient torture methods during detention.” His voice lessened in volume with every word. Tom’s grip tightened and his boy pulled himself free again. “That hurts!” He said accusing and stepped forward indicating he wanted to continue to the Slytherin house.

“Why?” The Head Boy didn’t move one step. The youngster turned to him and sighed.

“Because I was telling the truth.” Tom sneered at that. He wrapped his arm around his boy and pulled him close.

“She won’t hurt you, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Yeah, sure.” Tom ignored the sarcastic reply and glanced back at the hand.

“Why had you removed the charm?” He asked a little confused. It was clear Marvolo didn’t want anyone to see the scar, but then, why had he remove the charm?

“Ignatius was whining about scars. I showed it to stop him.” The Head Boy frowned at that.

“Why didn’t you just show the scar on your forehead.” ‘I’m certain that’s the one Parkinson wanted to know the story behind.’ The brunet stiffened.

“Let’s not talk about that.” He answered icy. Intrigued, Tom raised an eyebrow, but was wise enough to keep his questions for another time.

-THTH-

“Tom?” Harry asked as he crawled into bed. He felt a little guilty about before. The Head Boy had tried to comfort him, in a way only Tom could, the entire way to their room. The black haired teen waved his wand at him and he saw his hair locks shrink. ‘I’ve got to get his mind on something else.’ “How accepted are gay couples in this time?” Eyebrows rose surprised at him. Tom walked over to his side of the bed and joined him in it.

“Generally it’s accepted. Only mudbloods are against it because of the muggles’ point of view.” He answered while letting the youngster slip between his arms.

“Muggleborns!” Harry whispered not liking the way the other addressed them but Tom ignored him.

“That’s also why we have to watch our behaviour when we’re in muggles’ towns.” He continued instead not hiding his disgust.

“That’s a normal human reaction. Nobody likes it when something new comes along and disrupts your usual way of thinking.” Harry defended and the black haired teen sneered.

“Could be, but they aren’t smart enough to see changes have to be made to continue growing as a species.”

“Look who’s talking.” Tom looked surprised at him and he realized he had said it aloud. ‘Guess I should just continue now.’ “I ask you to stop killing and you freak out.” The future Dark Lord opened his lips to retort but he silenced him with his hand. “How can a species keep growing, if you kill everyone who doesn’t see it your way?” He challenged and removed his hand to hear the answer.

“Removing the obstacle that’s keeping your people from growing will benefit them.”

“Killing one will make more stand up and before you know it, your people are split in two and killing each other until almost none are left.” Tom glared at him.

“Letting the first one live will also lead to that. Better to stop them with the first, then waiting until it’s too late!” But Harry wasn’t backing off.

“Fear will not always keep them in place, just another one has to stand up and all your problems start again. But if you could change the first one’s mind, others won’t get the idea to stand up against you.” He could see the doubt in the other’s eyes.

“What if his mind isn’t changeable.”

“Money can buy a lot and I’m certain you know enough dark magic to get your way.” Now Tom raised his eyebrows in astonishment.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” Harry pouted instead of replying and made the other sigh. “If that person changes his mind so suddenly the others will think he’s under the Imperius curse.” At that, the Boy-Who-Lived rolled his eyes.

“I’ve seen people under the Imperius curse and do you think anyone doubted their sanity?” Hearing this Tom narrowed his eyes in concentration.

“If that’s true then… I guess that person could still be useful alive.” Harry eagerly nodded and a small smile formed on his lips.

‘I’ve got him!’

“I’ll have to test that theory.” The future Dark Lord aimed his charming smile at him and his smile fell.

“W-what?!” ‘What did I just do?’

-THTH-

“Marvolo, get up!” Tom yelled at the sleeping boy whose eyes shot open. Painfully Harry blinked at the light and looked confused up at the one who had brutally awoken him. “There’s only a quarter of an hour left before breakfast.” Harry blinked again before his eyes widened and he tumbled out of bed. Tom chuckled at him as he helped him up and waved his wand before his eyes. “Use the bathroom in the boys’ dorm, I’ll be waiting in the common room.” And the Head Boy walked out of the room. In a frenzy Harry got himself ready and ten minutes later stood panting before the Head Boy. “Good, I’m hungry.” Tom got up from the couch and pulled him with him. They took their seats next to Abraxas and started scooping their plates full. Harry noted the blond glancing at the professors’ table every couple of minutes and let his curiosity take the better of him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked and Malfoy turned surprised at him.

“What?”

“What’s wrong? You keep looking at the professors’ table.” He knew he had also drawn Tom’s attention.

“Oh, well, have you noticed that professor Dumbledore isn’t here? There’s a rumour going around he’s taking the Grindelwald thing in his own hands.” He explained his sudden interest in the future Headmaster and Harry noted the greyish eyes were looking passed him.

‘Tom’s interested in Dumbledore!’ He realized and turned to the Head Boy.

“It’s said that Dumbledore knows Grindelwald personally.” Abraxas continued and Tom’s expression turned thoughtful. Harry didn’t know what to think about this. The future Head Boy was already conscious of the threat the professor visualized. What could this information mean to the black haired teen? His hunger had lessened but he kept eating until Ignatius and Alex showed up to take him to class.

-THTH-

With the corner of his mouth raised Tom looked at the Hufflepuff who was standing before him waiting for instructions. “Steal a handful of Billywig stings from the potion’s cabinet!” He ordered her and watched her turn around before speeding off. Satisfied he smiled. ‘If this works I’ll have to thank Marvolo plenty tonight.’ He thought letting his lips slip into a smirk. He sat down and let his eyes scan through the room. Without a problem he could imagine the circle and cauldron in the middle of the room and smiled lightly imagining his boy appearing in the centre of it all. ‘A lot has happened since then.’ His smile enlarged. His life before the boy didn’t seem to fit with reality anymore. ‘My last chance…’ His thoughts brought him to the three words that had filled his mind before he had voiced the incantation for the first time. Sighing he turned back to the door checking of his little puppet had already returned. She hadn’t. Pulling out the book he had hiding in his robe, he flipped it open where he had bookmarked it.

Half an hour later the Hufflepuff interrupted his reading. In her daze she walked towards him and reached him the Billywig stings. With a smirk he accepted them letting his eyes rest on the girl, but she didn’t seem aware of her surroundings. “Get back in the corridor!” He pulled out his wand and followed her through the doorway. He stopped right behind it hiding behind the open door and waved his wand mumbling the counter spell. With one step he was again in the classroom and peeked into the hallway. The girl was looking confused around before decided to leave probably returnig to her house. ‘I’ll keep an eye on her and if she doesn’t remember…’ He smirked insanely before leaving himself. Wandering through the castle he noted students populating the corridors and suddenly had the urge to see Marvolo. It was time for lunch anyway. He turned one corner after the other, letting his feet lead him to the brunet. Seeing the familiar back he slowed down, not to look to eager, but that thought got lost in blue eyes.

“Tom! What are you doing here? Is study already over?” He nodded, hypnotizing looking at those kissable lips. “To-hmm.” He attacked his boy’s mouth without caring who was standing around them. He took in the fragrance that sneaked up his nostrils, let it take over his senses and dreaded the moment his lunges screamed for air. Having to listen to his body in the end, he released those lips, moved backwards and watched through barely opened eyes how Marvolo followed him trying to recreate the connection. Getting his common sense back the boy quickly retreated, blushing madly.

“Let’s go, you’re hungry, aren’t you?” The brunet nodded smiling brightly. ‘My last chance.’ Tom thought fondly.

-THTH-

“Stop looking at me like that!” Harry whined at Ignatius who was smiling teasingly at him.

“I’m not.” The Parkinson retorted with the smile still in place. The brunet glared playfully at him knowing he hadn’t heard the last of it yet. He was already surprised his guard wasn’t asking about his scars again. He knew Ignatius was curious about his lightning bolt-shape scar, but he wasn’t ready to talk about that. What could he say anyway? He had thought about putting a glamour charm on it, but figured everyone had probably already seen it by now. “You two…”

“Ignatius please!” Alex yelled annoyed.

‘That’s what you get irritating the boy for half a day.’ Harry thought smugly as Parkinson gave his friend an innocent look.

“I’m just saying someone is going to get lucky tonight.” His cheeks heated up on cue, making his friend smirk widely. “So tell me, have you two done it yet?”

“Ignatius.” Harry yelled incensed as Crabbe rolled his eyes.

“I rather don’t know…” Alex mumbled while opening the way to their common room and got a pout.

“You’re no fun.” Parkinson whined and Harry escaped under Crabbe’s arm into the room. While scanning through the room, Tom suddenly stood before him and pulled him by the front of his robe to their room. Before the door had closed, their lips were already locked together. Harry could feel the Head Boy’s arousal and hated himself for hardening himself. His mind informed him that the future Dark Lord could only be this happy when something bad had happened, but his body didn’t care. It only wanted to enjoy the happiness that was aimed at him. Skilful fingers popped open his robe and he moaned as the black haired teen attacked his neck. He registered both of them were losing pieces of their wardrobe and his feet betrayed his mind as they stepped backwards to the bed. With a little push of the Head Boy, he fell down letting out a short squeak that got smothered by fingers stabbing through his lips. He sucked and licked at them while the last of his clothes got removed. The skin on skin contact made him hard to his limit and he growled around the fingers. Tom smirked at him and let his free fingers slid over the other’s arm until they could entwine with the youngster’s. He moved Harry’s hand to his hard length and the brunet’s cheeks flared when he realized what the Head Boy wanted. Blushing fiercely, he wrapped his shivering hand around Tom’s cock and started carefully stroking it. The black haired teen’s hand had already moved on to his own length and was imitating Harry’s movement. The other fingers slipped from his mouth and also started on their descending. Every place those fingers touched felt like a spark, making the youngster close to releasing.

“To-om!” He panted and increased his pace on the Head Boy’s length who groaned in approval. Suddenly, the wandering fingers reached his ass and one slipped inside his rectum. With a surprised squeak Harry came hard. Almost immediately Tom followed him and collapsed on top of him. After calming down a little the black haired teen rolled off him and summoned his wand from somewhere in the pile of clothes on the ground. Harry watched it fly towards its owner without the slightest sense of worry. Tom murmured them clean and the youngster sneaked closer to him. The only thing he could do was smile stupidly up at the future Dark Lord.

“Not embarrassed anymore?” A smirk got shot at him and he started blushing madly. Hiding his face in the other’s chest, Harry mumbled an excuse that was lost in the older teen’s flesh. He could feel Tom laugh and embrace him.

“I’m hungry!” The brunet suddenly announced peering up. The Head Boy kept smiling and pecked him on the lips before releasing him.

“Then we better go to the Great Hall.” Harry couldn’t help but notice that Tom couldn’t seem to get the smile of his face. He kissed that smile and let his body crawl on top of the other. The black haired teen let him and he ravished his mouth as if he would die not tasting him. Tom’s hands travelled over his body and pinched his buttocks. Harry rubbed against him feeling himself harden again and a finger encircled his hole. He stiffened when the tip entered while losing his semi-hard on.

“Tom?” He pleaded and with a sigh the Head Boy retreated.

“Turning me on and then backing down...” He sighed and now the brunet felt bad.

“Sorry, I...” He got silenced by a sweet kiss.

“I’m teasing. We were going to have dinner, weren’t we?” Harry pouted at that while sliding backwards off the older teen’s legs. He watched the other stand up and search through the clothes on the floor for his. His face got serious as he observed the Head Boy.

‘How can he be evil when he smiles like that?’

-THTH-

Holding Marvolo’s wrist, Tom made his way to their seats at the Slytherin table. His eyes glanced to the Hufflepuff’s and slid over his victim. She looked normal, nobody seemed to notice something odd about her. He smirked and sat down. His brown orbs moved to his boy, who had already started piling food onto his plate. ‘He wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry, but still he would have gone for a second round.’ The smirk stayed glued to his lips until he noted an owl fly towards him. Somehow he knew it was meant for him, which was odd since he didn’t get a lot of mail. He watched the letter drop in front of him onto his still empty plate. Observing the letter he decided it wasn’t hexed and picked it up. Turning it around, he recognized the seal immediately. ‘Spave!’ His eyebrows rose pleasantly surprised. Okay, he didn’t like the hypocrite but he would come in handy.

“You’re not opening it?” Marvolo asked and he turned to him with his charming smile in place.

“It’s nothing important.” His boy clearly didn’t believe him and frowned at him. “Eat!” It sounded more like an order than he meant too. The brunet gave him a last look before returning to his dinner. The rest of the evening, he could feel that look on him but Marvolo never asked him about the letter. Only when the boy had left to take a shower did he open it. ‘A dinner invitation... Christmas holidays...’ His mind started to brainstorm about how he would get what he wanted. ‘With Spave under my control it will be easier to find people with the same opinion as me.’ He ticked the side of the letter against his lip. ‘That means getting close to Spave without anybody near and I’ll need to make sure he acts normal while under the Imperius curse. More testing.’ He decided in the end and turned to the door that opened. He watched his boy walked in with water still dripping from his hair and quickly pushed the letter into his pocket. “You need to dry your hair thoroughly.” Tom sighed walking towards the youngster and raise the towel hanging around his neck. Roughly, he ruffled through the locks before removing the towel. Marvolo pouted at him before stealing a quick kiss. Surprised by the brunet’s boldness the Head Boy leaned backwards. He gathered his wit again and looked at the boy smiling innocently up at him. ‘Should I tell him?’ “I’ll go shower. I expect you in bed when I get back.” The brunet nodded. He passed him while gathering his bathroom utilities before leaving.

-THTH-

Harry sighed as he watched Tom leave. He really wanted to know what was in that letter, but he had seen that the older teen had pushed it into his pocket when he entered. Glancing at the bed he decided it would be best if he followed the future Dark Lord’s order. He still valued his life even if they were practically banging each other. He was nearly asleep when Tom returned and only opened his eyes to watch the other slip next to him and snuggle closer.

-THTH-

“What are you doing for the Christmas holidays?” Ignatius asked Harry as they were walking to their next class. Alex also seemed to be interested as his face curved a little towards him.

“Euh,” Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have a clue.

“Depends on Tom.” He answered truthfully in the end. Crabbe nodded approvingly, but didn’t utter one word while Parkinson started wiggling his eyebrows.

“So, planning a romantic rendez-vous?” Harry gave him a teasing glare before the Head Boy caught his eye. He couldn’t help speeding up a little, making Ignatius snicker and greedy accepted the kiss he received.

“What brings you here?” He asked with a small blush as Tom caressed his left cheek.

“You...”

“Oh please!” Abraxas interrupted them and pointed behind him. “We’re having class over there since a small accident happened in our regular room.” Harry glared at him for bursting his bubble, before staring back into Tom’s dark eyes, feeling himself drown in them. He knew it was bad but lately he didn’t seem to care anymore. The only thing that mattered was having the teenager near him. And stopping him from becoming Voldemort, seemed a given.

“What accident?” The Head Boy shrugged his shoulders. ‘If he doesn’t find it interesting, he didn’t do it.’ Harry happily concluded.

“Class’ starting.” Alex informed them and Tom nodded.

“I’ll pick you up for lunch.” He stated before kissing him goodbye. The entire hour Harry’s lips felt tingly.

-THTH-

“Tom?” The Head Boy’s eyes shot up from the page he was reading to the boy sitting in front of him. They were doing their homework in the library. “What are we going to do during the Christmas holiday?” Tom couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows that was a question he hadn’t seen coming.

“We’re going to Wool's Orphanage.” He stated while his eyes dropped back to the page he had been reading.

“What? I thought you didn’t like it there?” Marvolo asked in surprised and the eyes shot up again.

“I don’t.” But for his plans to succeed it would be safer outside of Hogwarts, where Dumbledore wouldn’t be watching his every move. His boy was of course coming with him.

“Then why don’t we stay here?” His eyes got an annoyed expression and Marvolo was smart enough to hide his face in his notebook. “Will they let me stay?” The brunet asked his voice almost a whisper.

“Of course.” And with that the conversation was over. He knew his boy’s curiosity would be unsatisfied but he knew Marvolo knew his limits. They kept working in silence until a person stopped before their table. Surprised and curious as to who would dare to interrupt their study session, both of them looked up.

“Are you Marvolo Remus?” The girl, a Gryffindor asked completely ignoring the Slytherin Head Boy.

“Yes.” Tom frowned as his boy smiled friendly up at the girl, who was looking him up and down without hiding it.

“May we know why you are disturbing us, Augusta?” The black haired teen forced his charming smile on his face and for the first time the girl seemed to notice him.

“Of course, professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his chambers.” She addressed the brunet again before turning around and walking away.

“Okay, that was weird.” Marvolo stated as he watched the Gryffindor disappear around a bookshelf. “Who was that?” The boy asked turning back to him.

“Augusta Hall, a pure-blood. She’s been engaged from birth to Alfred Longbottom.” The blue eyes widened in shock and glanced back at the bookshelf where the girl had disappeared behind. “You know someone she’s related too?” Tom smirked and to his surprise saw his boy smile.

“Yes..., a friend.” Now his eyebrows rose. He almost wanted to ask if he missed his friend but stopped himself. It would be better not to know. His boy belonged with him in this time! “I better don’t keep Dumbledore waiting.” Marvolo announced as he got up. “Will you watch my stuff?” He pouted cutely and Tom couldn’t help but roll his eyes before nodding. He watched how his boy departed and frowned.

“What could Dumbledore want from him?” He wondered, resisting to jump up and stalk after his boy.

-THTH-

“You wanted to see me professor?” Harry asked while entering Dumbledore’s private chambers.

“Ah, yes, sit down my boy. You want a lemon snap.” The brunet had to admit, he felt relieved to see the future Headmaster act familiar. He was even offering him some odd looking candy. “How has your first month at Hogwarts been?” The professor asked with a smile while waving his student to the chair in front of his desk.

‘It’s already been a month?’ Harry couldn’t help but realize in surprise as he accepted to offered seat. “It’s been... different.” He answered truthfully and the older wizard nodded in understanding.

“In a good way I hope...” Dumbledore chuckled before continuing. “I also wanted to apologize for my absent these last two weeks. I try to make it a habit of checking up on the new students.” Knowing his Headmaster longer than today Harry realized all to quickly he wanted something from him. In the future the wizard would be better at dressing up his intentions.

“Apology accepted, I’m not a Gryffindor anyway.” He wondered how the other would go about getting to the subject he wanted.

“That’s true, but I’m glad Mr. Riddle took care of you. I must say you and Tom have become surprisingly close.” Harry suppressed a smile. He should have known and looked the older man straight in the eye.

“Yes, we’re dating.” Only the slightest enlargement of those twinkling eyes showed him that the professor was surprised.

“That’s great.” Dumbledore said automatic. “I realize he mustn’t be the easiest person to date, with his past and all.”

‘So, he’s trying to find out what I know about him.’ Harry noted and couldn’t help but smile sadly. Even with Dumbledore’s suspicion he wouldn’t be able to stop Tom, no Voldemort. ‘But I will!’ He promised himself again and the sadness left his face. “I know, but I’m certain I can stop him from straying onto the wrong path.” When he aimed his attention back to his Headmaster he met intrigued eyes.

“I hope so, my boy.” Dumbledore nodded and smiled relieved. It was like something had been lifted from his shoulders. “Why I asked you to come. Headmaster Dippet has informed me about your situation and has asked me to find a solution so you can spend your Christmas holiday at home. Family is important in these times.” The only thing Harry could do was blink in surprise. He hadn’t really thought the professor had a real reason for calling him here. “As you know is it our deepest concern that something would happen to you with the bad omen.”

“Bad omen?” He interrupted him. Dumbledore had lost him.

“The prediction you got a month ago?”

“Oh, yes...” ‘Haven’t I already survived that?’ The professor smiled at his reaction.

“The only solution I see is escorting you the whole way home. Personally, since I have something to do in the neighbourhood.” Harry blinked.

‘This is going to ruin Tom’s plan.’ “Even on the train?”

“Oh, no only from the station to the Malfoy estate. I know, normally Abraxas has to call their house-elf when he arrives, but this time I’ll accompany you both.” Forcing a smile on his face Harry thanked his Headmaster.

“Tom must be waiting for you.” He got released but before he could close the door Dumbledore called his name one last time. “Are you seeing Tom during Christmas?”

“Yes.”

“Wish him a happy Christmas for me then.” Harry nodded a little confused and finally let the door create a barrier between them.

‘How am I going to explain this to Tom?’ He bit his lip while walking back to the library.

“What did Dumbledore want?!” Was the first thing that left the Head Boy’s lips when he had reached their table.

“He wanted to inform me that he was going to accompany me to the Malfoy estate.” Brown eyes widened. “He also wanted to confirm our relationship.” Now the eyes narrowed and arms crawled around Harry’s waist. With one sharp pull he found himself on the older teen’s lap.

“What did you tell him?” Tom sounded a little mad and a frown settle on his forehead.

“That we’re dating.” The frown disappeared and a small smile appeared.

“Good boy.” The future Dark Lord kissed him as reward.

“What are we going to do about the whole Malfoy thing?” Harry asked leaning his head forwards following the retreating lips of the other.

“Don’t worry about that.” Tom stopped his retreat and let the younger teen claim his lips again.

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