126Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Works are not mine. The characters and settings are owned by J. K. Rowling and her respected publishing companies e.g. Bloomsbury.
(1) 'All I Want for Christmas is You' is owned by Mariah Carey - not me!
(2) 'Bat Country' is owned by Avenged Sevenfold - not me!
Warnings: Sexual situations (not suitable for those under the legal age), and lots and lots of profanity.
A/N: "Normal Speech" ...Parseltongue... 'Mind speak' "Twins speaking in unison"
In Flagrante Delicto
Tom blinked at Harry, then grasped his hand and led him from the duelling room to his private chambers; Harry looked at the large bed with black silk sheets with wide eyes. "One day," Tom told him with a voice full of sincerity "You'll be sleeping beside me every night." Harry nodded dazedly; the suggestion was so sincere it seemed like a promise between the two of them, and he wanted nothing more than it to be fulfilled.
Pulling Harry through a door on the right, the teen stared at the black marble bath, which was sunken into the floor, and was the same size as a child's swimming pool. To the left of the bath was a 2x3 metre compartment with 4 shower heads implanted in the ceiling. Tom gently embraced Harry, hugging him to his bare chest, and kissed the top of his hair. ...My raven-haired sweet...he hissed lovingly, and Harry fidgeted in the man's arms until the older man let him go.
The teen reached up and placed his arms around Tom's neck ...And you are my raven-haired beauty... Harry hissed back at the man. Placing a kiss on the older man's cheek before quickly divesting his legs of his trousers, whilst Tom unzipped his slacks, letting them pool around his ankles. The Dark Lord then made short work of his boxers, and gazed at the gem in front of him; watching as Harry tugged his boxers from his creamy form.
They faced at each-other, drinking in the other's naked form with ravenous looks; Tom prowled forward; pushing Harry into the cool wall of the shower compartment, whilst lazily indicating for the shower to turn on. The warm spray of water, splashed across their skin as they hungrily kissed each other, just the clashing of teeth and sucking of tongue. Tom grabbed the soap and worked up a lather in his hands before rubbing them gently into his lover's skin. He lathered his way down the teens body, kneeling on the floor when he reached the hips; cleaning his long legs and between the thighs – completely missing the area which needed the most attention.
"For the love of Circe!" Harry exclaimed, when the Dark Lord by-passed his cock once again. "What are you doing down there?" he whimpered.
...My sweet... Tom hissed; gazing at the leaking, purple cock in front of him ...You'll never know what has hit you... and with those words he licked the underside of the teen's member, tracing the deep, pulsing vein with his skilful appendage; Harry groaned at the touch, bucking his hips towards Tom. The crimson-eyed man, licked the slit before shallowly encasing the head of the boy's member in his mouth "Tom!" cried the teen in wanton moans, grasping the strands of his lover's hair towards his cock; aching for more contact.
Tom merely opened his mouth wider and accepted the whole of Harry's member, and the teen mewed lowly, which just affected Tom's own twitching arousal. Placing one steady hand on the smaller man's hips, he touched his own hardened length, and a guttural moan escaped his lips. Bobbing his head forward and backwards on Harry's cock, he reached the head and swirled his tongue teasingly at the tip; he relinquished his hold on the boy's hips and reached for his balls, rolling them lightly in his palm.
The teen bucked forward, wanting his member in that wondrously, warm cavern once more, and Tom felt the man's balls tighten. Tilting his head backwards slightly, he accepted the salty seed of the teen as he cried Tom's name;milking it for all of it was worth. It wasn't shortly afterwards, that Tom moaned Harry's name as his own release struck him. Collapsing onto the floor next to his lover, Harry raised a shaky arm to Tom's shoulder and they sat in the shower for another 10 minutes just holding the other.
Monday 8th December – 9:32 PM
After spelling his glamour on, Harry walked into to the house tired yet truly happy for the first time in his life; being with Tom just made him feel complete. He vaguely wondered whether it was because he carried a piece of Tom's soul, but quickly pushed those thoughts away.
Once they had ended their earlier escapades, they had spent the rest of the evening talking of battle plans and snuggling in bed, however Tom will deny it vehemently – Dark Lord's do not snuggle. Harry chuckled at the thought; raising his occlumency barriers and placed the olfactory confuto charm on himself yet again when entering the house – he couldn't have Lupin sniffing his lover out.
He dragged his tired arse up the stairs and realised he had been awake for over a day and a half. 'Merlin, I need to sleep.' he thought to himself – however the fates obviously didn't want him to go to Bedfordshire yet, because as soon as he made it to the first landing, he was faced the Spanish inquisition (mostly consisting of red-heads).
"Where have you been boy?" demanded Moody, standing so close to Harry that he could smell his horrid breath 'Lovely – alcohol and Merlin knows what else'. Harry slumped and looked wearily at them all (it wasn't hard really though, considering what he had spent the past 36 hours doing) and made his voice weak and feeble.
"I'm sorry," he replied, wiping at his eyes, I just had to go some place to think. The whole house reminds me of Siri. I - I'm sorry if I troubled you, I did write a note." he sniffed quietly; raising a hand to rub at his nose.
"Do you really think-" Moody started ranting again but was cut off by Molly Weasley quickly embracing Harry (who tried his best not to shudder at her touch).
"Leave him alone Alastor, he's tired and emotionally upset," she scolded Moody, before instructing Harry sweetly 'to go to bed', which he gladly accepted and made his way to his bedroom.
Collapsing, fully-dressed onto the dusty, thin, mattress, he was soon asleep dreaming about a certain tall, dark-haired youth with eyes the colour of blood.
Harry woke merely three hours later; it was official now – fate did not want him to sleep. 'For the love of Merlin!'' he moaned internally. He could hear voices in the hallway, because the walls were so thin you could literally hear everything that was happening outside the room you were in. The voices were trying to be quiet, but they were failing miserably; pinching the bridge of his nose, he cast a silencing charm around himself and pressed his ear to the door.
"...Yeah I know what you mean," Harry heard Ginny say; obviously replying to the another person "He's acting like a recluse. I mean I understood it for the first month, his godfather died; it would've been traumatic. But it's been over a year now! It's time to forgive and forget, it's not like he knew him for very long anyway," she whined, and Harry could feel the floorboards vibrating at her foot stomping.
He had to roll his eyes at the idiocy of the speakers; they were having a conversation about him, outside his room. Real smart; he snorted.
"Be quiet, Ginny," the second speaker hissed – Ron. "I don't give a shit, as long as him being a self-pitying shite doesn't stop my next monthly instalment, he can go and live in a cave for the rest of his life as long as I get 500 galleons a month."
Harry cursed colourfully under his breath, he really needed to freeze his bank accounts for anyone other than him. He had forgotten its importance what with the whole 'Dark Lord meeting, and then the following, unpredictable whirlwind of a romance. So, tomorrow's plans included visiting the twins; going Christmas shopping; visiting the Muggle world, and now going to Gringrotts – fun. Please note the sarcasm.
Ginny sounded outraged. "In a cave?" she shrieked disbelievingly "The future Mrs. Potter can not live in a cave! You moronic imbecile!" Harry didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the prospect of Ginny being his wife; it was quite amusing yet disturbing at the same time. Laughter filled his bubble of silence when he heard the muddled thumps and the painful exclamations of Ginny hitting Ron repeatedly.
Christmas shopping! What should he get Tom? He actually didn't know. Well then.
Tuesday 9th December
Morning Tom (because you'll undoubtedly be awake at a decent hour, unlike me who has just had to listen to the youngest Wealsley's having a conversation about me, outside my room - honestly),
Anyway, I'm going to Gringotts tomorrow, to stop Dumbledore using my vault; whilst I'm there, I am going to be getting some things. What would you like for Christmas?
Harry.
"Can you take this for me girl?" he asked his beloved white owl; hooting her agreement she stretched out a leg. "Great!" he beamed, fetching her some owl treats and tying the letter to her leg; smiling as he watched her fly away, before climbing into bed for the second time.
~HP/LV~
At 9AM, Harry was sitting fully-dressed on his bed; planning ways to kill Dumbledore. He was currently working on number 32 (which involved, tar, lots of feathers and Nagini) when he heard a rapping on his window.
He glanced up to see Hedwig hovering outside, hooting jovially at him. He smiled again at his familiar; quickly opening the window, he handed her another treat, before he removed the letter from her leg. "You can fly around, if you want to girl," he told her lovingly, Merlin knew that whilst they had to stay with the Dursley's she didn't get enough time to fly. She hooted in agreement, and Harry saw her already shooting out of the room.
He opened the letter and read the elegant script:
Dear Harry,
Of course I'm up at a reasonable time, I've got to keep my followers on their toes; I can't exactly curl up on a sofa with a mug of cocoa (I wouldn't really mind if you were here with me though – but alas that cannot be, can it? Still, wishful thinking is lovely isn't it?
The Weasley spawn, please. They couldn't keep a secret if their life depended on it (which it probably does, knowing the Old Fool).
Don't worry about Gringotts, they detest people stealing gold (I mean just look at all those Goblin wars.)
And my Christmas present? Well...I was passing through a muggle village, where my manor is located and I heard a song by a muggle women called 'Mariah Carey'
And the song went a bit like this:
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You baby (1)
And I know you're blushing whilst reading this, because you are smart and you understand the innuendo. But honestly – whatever you get me will make me happy.
And speaking about Christmas, my wards will recognise you, so floo whenever you can escape!.
Until then, my sweet.
Tom
'Well.' Harry thought 'that answers that then' as he stood from his bed, threw the ashes into the hearth and shouted "Diagon Alley." before stepping into the green flames.
Thursday 9th December – 10:00 AM
The young man stood opposite the desk of the only goblin he recognised; watching him weigh gold on the scales in front of him.
"Mr Potter." the creature acknowledged; inclining his head towards Harry "What are you doing here today?" he questioned in a raspy voice, whilst smiling a malicious smile which showed his wicked-looking sharp teeth.
"Certain problems with my accounts, Griphook." Harry told him politely; watching the goblin's eyes widen."Could we take this conversation somewhere more private?"
"Of course, Mr Potter." he told the young man; leading him to a side-door, which revealed to be a small meeting room. "My office."
"Hey, you've got yourself an assistant," Harry stated in surprise, as he saw another goblin in the room, sorting through papers on a desk. "Your gold is definitely increasing then Griphook." Harry smirked at the small creature.
Griphook smiled with pointed teeth "Yes, I got promoted last month and my gold is forever increasing. But let us move onto the matter at hand, you said that you were having problems with your account? What is the matter?" he inquired.
"Well I discovered a while ago that Dumbledore has been removing money and god knows what else from my account for longer than I can tell. The stupid old git – sorry – esteemed headmaster has never been given my permission for withdrawing any amount from my vaults."
The two goblins wore shocked expressions on their gnarled faces, brows furrowed in disgust whilst their lips formed a tight line. "Mr Potter, I assure you that we at Gringrotts had no idea. I don't know whether you were aware of it but Headmaster Dumbledore," the 'Gobline paused here as he pursed his wrinkly lips at the name "is your magical guardian, which meant that he could take money out for your well-being. However he has been withdrawing significant sums of money from you vaults even after your 17th birthday. We assumed he had your consent."
"No he didn't." Harry said through clenched teeth. 'The horrible bastard!' he swore in his mind. "What can we do about this?" he asked, reigning in his seething hatred.
"We will do our best to retrieve all the money which has been falsely removed from your vaults and bar Professor Dumbledore and the Weasley family access to your vaults. I'm sorry but that is all we can do. However we will endeavour to the best of our abilities to retrieve all of you money!" the goblin declared to Harry and the man couldn't help but smile at the dark-creature.
"Thank you, approximately what is the sum of money that has been taken?" he inquired; Griphook glanced at the papers before him.
"I would say it is about 703,027 galleons 8 sickles and 23 knuts, Mr Potter."
"Has anything else been taken?" Harry asked; fists clenched tightly.
The goblin frowned "Yes. He has taken some of your heritage items. Gryffindor's diary, Pervell's invisibility cloak and the Potter betrothal ring."
Harry practically snarled. "Bloody git!" he exclaimed; after counting backwards from 50 he turned to Griphook. "Do not worry about retrieving these items, I will – reacquire them. And I will have most – fun – in doing so." An evil tint to his emerald eyes.
The two goblins looked approvingly at the human, malicious smiles worn on all faces in the room
"Thank you for your time Griphook," Harry told him in a soft voice which promised lots of evil deeds. "May your gold ever increase," he finished, stalking out of the bank; plotting the 33rd way to kill Dumbles.
~HP/LV~
Harry was amidst one of the many aisles in the twin's shop, hordes of customers (varying from small children to the elderly) flocked to their store, for the many pranks and mischievous goods the twins would sell. He was looking into a small container (which held, small, fluffy creatures in an assortment of colours called Pygmy Puffs) when he heard his name being called in unison.
"Harry!" yelled the twins, from the stairs leading to the back room.
"Good to see you-" Fred began. There were few who were able to tell them apart; luckily Harry was one of them – Fred had a barely noticable scar above his left eyebrow (from when the twoo attempted a particularly volatile experiment in their third-year at Hogwarts).
"-mate. How are you -"
"-doing at the mad house? Did you come here-"
"to set it alight? Sirius would be-"
"-so proud!" they declared; stroking the younger man's hair fondly like one would do with a child.
Harry cleared his throat, threw up a muffliato and looked them both in the eye; they paused at his behaviour and stared at him.
"Listen guys," he said "What I'm going to tell you is extremely serious, and it will be hard on you and for that I am sorry," and Harry without further ado told them everything that had happened over the past 48 hours because they were practically the only people he could still trust and consider family.
At the end of Harry's explanation, the twins had paled drastically.
"You mean-" George began; Harry braced himself for the onslaught that would surely come.
"-Snake-face is a handsome, young -"
"-man and you're shagging him?"
"Good on you!" they laughed; tapping Harry on the back.
"Fred!" called George "Our ickle Harry is all grown up," he cooed; dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief whilst ruffling Harry's hair, who scowled but laughed with them.
"You mean you're not mad at me? For betraying the light? You're family?" the younger man asked; slightly disconcerted by their reactions.
"No-" spat Fred
"-they stopped being our family when we found out-"
"-what they were doing with death eater raids and -"
"-what they did with Malfoy and Snape -
" it's disgusting and immoral!"
"-And that they were planning your-"
"-death! We hate them!" Fred shouted in a passionate voice. "But-" he continued in a mischievous voice; a cheeky glint in his eyes.
"-we know you didn't come here to tell us that. So-"
"-what did you come here for?" As two different arms circled his shoulder, they led him into the stock room.
"You're right." he replied; ducking out of their arms. "As of today I am rebelling in Grimauld, rebelling so much it will make Sirius proud."
"And you've come here-"
"For our help?" They asked; gazing at the boy who was their little brother in all but blood.
"We're honoured." they grinned identically, dropping into small bows.
"So, what are we-"
"-going to do?"
"Well." Harry stood, dropping his glamour and transfiguring his clothes into his favourite, Muggle -alternative style. "I was going to start with my look." he smirked at the twins gaping mouths. "I'm thinking of getting a couple of piercings and change my hair. And for that I'm going into muggle London. Do you want to join me?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course, we will!" they chirped, transfiguring their clothes into identical Muggle-acceptable clothes. . "Let us be your escorts for the day." And with those words, they left the shop to their assistants, and headed to the entrance to the muggle world via the Leaky Cauldron.
~HP/LV~
A couple of hours later, Harry was sporting a plain, silver tongue bar, which caused him to speak with a lisp – much to the amusement of the twins, a razor blade stud and 3 pointed studs following the rim of his right ear. And in his left, he had a new release of Alchemy Gothic, Necacrosome: which reminded him of the dark mark. The sacrum of the snake pieced his lobe, the spine curled over the top f his ear, with the skull resting on his daith; Harry was feeling quite pleased with himself. He was going to enjoy the occupants of Grimauld's reactions.
He also had also bought a few items in secret, and refused to tell either of the twins about what they were; blushing furiously every time they asked, which only fuelled Gred and Forge's curiosity.
Standing in the middle of a music shop, after having bought a portable music player, they were now browsing the aisles of music because Harry wanted something loud which preferably had a lot of screaming. Confident he had everything he need for his amusement, Harry, Gred and Forge parted ways at the Leaky Cauldron, promising they would tell the other of the pranks they pulled and Harry apparated into his bedroom in Grimauld Place.
Hiding his secret items under the floor board he removed his shirt, and placed it upon the bed; leaving his milky, toned chest bare (Well - with the exception of quite a few love bites). He tousled his hair, placed his CD into the magically powered (and enhanced) player, skipped to track 4 and waited.
Whilst most of the inhabitants of Grimauld Place were enjoying their lunch in the kitchen, Harry was preparing for his fun. They felt vibrations before they heard the extremely loud screaming, drums and electric guitars.
"What in the name of Merlin is that?" shouted Molly, over the noise to anyone who would listen. Moody flicked his eye upwards and growled one word:
"Potter."
They all hurried up to the boy's room; the music gaining in volume as they climbed each step. Moody rapped his knuckles sharply on the door, cast the sonorous spell and bellowed "BOY! OPEN YOUR DOOR NOW!" - nothing happened. "NOW POTTER! OR I'LL BLAST IT TO SMITHER-"
Suddenly the door was thrown open and they gaped at the Boy-Who-Lived, who had obviously just gotten out of bed. He was slightly taller, had longer hair, multiple piercings and had a muscular body covered in faint love-bites; he wore low-riding, skinny jeans which hugged his form perfectly and knee-length metal boots. He was scowling angrily at them, his hair tangled; giving him appearance of a wild animal – Ginny was practically salivating, to Harry's disgust.
The song blaring in the background 'My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone), no-one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.' (2)
"What do you want?" he asked moodily, whilst walking back into his room; turning the music down he then flung his arms into his shirt.
"What happened to you mate?" Ron asked; confused. "And where did you get those from?" he pointed to Harry's chest.
"What happened to me, Ronald?" asked Harry scathingly "I got myself a life, no thanks to any of you. I'm happy for once in these past 17 miserable years of living on this planet. I grew my hair out last night, it's a simple charm really, and the bruises and piercings are from last night also. Now if you would kindly get out my room and maybe if the heaven's would shine down on me, out of my life too," he said; trying to shut the door, but a fake leg stopped him.
"I thought you were grieving last night Potter." growled Moody, his eye raking down Harry's body.
"I was," he replied easily. "I was drinking myself paralytic in the muggle park down the road when Eadirc – he's my boyfriend, by the way found me and persuaded me to stop." he threw Ron a dark look, when he heard him mutter 'yeah, we can all see how he persuaded you.'.
"Now," Harry hissed at them all. "If you would kindly PISS OFF!" he yelled before he succeeded in slamming the door shut; placing multiple, complex, locking charms on it, he turned the music back up to the max and smirked his way back to his bed where he promptly fell asleep.
~HP/LV~
When Harry eventually woke up at 11 o'clock at night he once again heard the youngest Weasley's outside his door.
"Honestly Ron, I'm worried," Ginny whined "He's going totally Goth on us. Soon enough we'll find him on the bathroom floor, dead, with blood staining his wrists!" she cried, growing more and more hysterical with every word.
Harry snorted at her over-dramatics and disturbing infatuation with him. 'Slit my wrists? More like slit your wrists! He laughed internally 'Oh, this is class'
"- And Eadirc?" she shrieked "A boy? His boyfriend? He's not gay, he's going to marry me! What's happened to him? He's not gay, he's been drugged with love potion or something, yeah that's it. He's not gay, no," she finished resolutely.
"Well I don't know," Harry heard Ron say. "Those hickeys looked pretty intense and he just seemed angry not drugged. I think he is gay."
"He can't be!" she wailed into the night, sobbing to herself as she walked down the hall.
25th December - 06:32AM
The next couple of weeks were spent in solitude in his room, occasionally sneaking out to see Tom when he had time free from his Dark Lord duties. You know the duties so barbaric they cannot be written? So Harry was surprised when he awoke on Christmas morning to a voice humming in his head; rubbing his eyes with his curled hands, he stretched like a cat and recognised the song as 'Little Drummer Boy'
'Tom?' Harry called out wearily in his mind; attempting to lower the volume of the cheery sounds coming from the other man.
'Not a morning person, Harry? It's Christmas, wake up' Tom cheered jovially; ignoring the younger man's attempts of silence.
'Tom,' Harry groaned. 'Stop the excessive happiness. You're the Dark Lord; stop being so festive.'
'I get to party,' Was Tom's simple reply. Harry stood from his bed and made his way into the bathroom; washing his face thoroughly.
'Ahh, a party. No wonder you're so happy.' he said, reaching for his toothbrush.
'That and I'll see you again.' Tom said sweetly, as he watched his lover's half-naked form in his mind.
'That's nice Tom,' he said. 'Now wipe that smirk off your face which is surely there and let a man get dressed by himself.'
'Whatever you say, my sweet.'
'See, you'll get far with that attitude,' Harry informed him, smiling at the warm laughter in his mind.
'Merry Christmas Tom.'
'Merry Christmas, my sweet. I'll see you later on?'
'You can count on it,' Harry told him; his smile faltering as he felt the older man leaving his mind.
He now stood in front of the chair in the corner of the room, (where he had told Kreacher to leave his presents so he didn't have to go downstairs). Opening his present from the twins, he found several of their new goods, (which they insisted he had to use on Ron and Ginny). Nev had sent him a cutting from a modified fanged geranium, which only bit intruders and Hermione sent him a large book of the greatest poets of the past millennia, including: Heath, Owen, Wilde and Shakespeare.
The Potter was sitting in a content bubble, especially after knowing that they were his friends because they wanted to, not because they were paid to. He sent them all thank you letters, ignored all of the Weasley's attempts to coax him out of his room and skilfully avoided the rest of Grimauld's inhabitants.
10:02 PM
The ballroom was full of life. The drink was flowing freely, and magical mistletoe hung everywhere Narcissa and Bellatrix could reach – which led to many amusing situations; the most amusing being Snape (who had been released from the infirmary earlier in the day) and Goyle Sr.
Tom was watching his inner-circle with an evil smile, all 20 of them bringing their own element to the party: the Lestrange brothers bringing the entertainment (including poker, black-jack and many bets), Narcissa and Bellatrix brought the romance (via mistletoe and dancing), Lucius, Nott and Avery brought the huge tree which stood centre-place in the room and everyone else brought the alcohol.
He was just bringing a glass of fruity-punch to his lips, when he felt the wards tingling to accept someone; someone in his bedroom – Harry! He quickly stood and slunk into the shadows, before apparating to his rooms. But he was not expecting what was there.
Scattered around the room, were scented candles of varying sizes, and the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon wafted up his nostrils, red rose petals were strewn across the carpet and on the black-silk sheets of his duvet. But the most captivating sight was Harry himself, spread-eagle in all his naked glory; looking ravishing.
"Harry?" asked Tom; walking slowly towards the younger man, drinking in his appearance, as all blood flowed southwards. "What are you doing, looking like that in-" the older man was cut off as smaller lips met his own. 'Oh, Merlin. This. Is. Amazing,' thought Tom.
'Indeed it is,' agreed Harry 'I'm here to give you your Christmas present, my handsome.' Tom quirked a crafted eyebrow.
'Really and what is it?' he asked, stroking Harry's lips with his tongue, asking to enter (which was allowed instantly). Tom's tongue fastidiously mapped out every contour of the smaller man's delicious mouth, whilst every small mewl which escaped Harry's throat went straight to the Dark Lord's cock. He trailed hot kisses down Harry's neck, sucking on the sensitive junction of skin between aside his collar-bone.
'God – Tom!' He moaned, still using their minds to speak as it was just so much more initimate then their normal conversing. 'Your - Christmas - present - is – me - Tom. Take me.' He panted and Tom paused his assault on the younger wizard's neck.
'Harry,' He began in low tone. 'You cannot do this, as I can hardly restrain myself as it is. I will claim you Harry, you will be mine you'll never be able to leave me,' Tom told him as smouldering, killing-curse eyes locked onto his own blood-red orbs.
Harry let out an amused chuckle. 'You think I didn't already know this? I want this Tom; I want you,' he said, caressing the older man's cheek 'I want you and me, in this bed now,' he demanded hotly,and sent lust and trust over their link.
'Bleeding Hufflepuff, but no self-respecting Slytherin would need to be told twice,' he murmured down at the smaller man; climbing onto the bed to straddle his lover.
'You're over-dressed.' Harry pouted his cherry lips just ready for the taking, as he unclasped the buttons to Tom's shirt; the smaller man's hands immediately sliding down the firm planes of his lovers body.
'Indeed I am.' he agreed; breathless from the touches that seemed like fire.
Harry slid his palms over Tom's abdomen, reaching the destination of the man's waistband; he unzipped the trousers and pulled them from his legs. The liquor-eyed man leant forward, a hand either side of Harry's head, his body draping over the younger man's as he stared into green-eyes full of desire.
...Beautiful... he hissed, enjoying the boy shudder as he pressed butterfly kisses across the teen's body ...I'm going to make you feel amazing, Harry... he whispered heatedly into the crook of a creamy neck.
...Pleasssse, do... the teen hissed in reply; hooking his thumbs into Tom's boxers, sliding them downwards; moaning at the sight of the long and impressive shaft of the older man.
Tom pressed his lips to Harry's yet again, dominating the mouth instantly whilst one hand teased circles around one of Harry's hard, pink nubs; eliciting mewls from the boy. He pinched and pulled at the nipple, making Harry's back arch in pleasure. He moved down, his tongue now circling the other, neglected nub; he lifted his fingers towards the teen's mouth, who sucked them in, thoroughly coating them in saliva.
Parting Harry's legs gently, he pressed two fingers into Harry's tight entrance, who gasped at the intrusion. 'It's okay my sweet, do you want me stop?' he whispered into the smaller man's mind.
'No. Carry on. I need you... In me,' he panted; Tom nodded and added a third finger; gently spreading them to stretch the ring of muscles, before vigorously thrusting them. Harry moaned at each thrust, moving back to reach more of the delicious friction. Once Tom had thought his lover was ready, he pulled his fingers out and the teen whimpered at the loss; causing Tom to throw a salacious grin at the boy.
"Accio," Tom called into the air; catching the small jar, flying towards him from the bathroom. Shifting on the bed, he gently lifted Harry's legs onto his shoulders, before liberally coating his member. Aligning himself at Harry's entrance, he offered his lover a soft smile. 'Are you ready, my lovely?' the boy nodded frantically, and Tom eased his shaft into Harry's warm cavern as gently as he could. The teen whimpered and closed his eyes. It burned. The feeling of his most fragile place being stretched to an extent it had never been before, and the aching sensation of being filled overwhelmed him until all that was left was the welcome ecstasy of having is lover inside him.
...Fuck Tom...Amazing... Harry panted, locking his legs around Tom's waist to pull him closer; meeting every hard thrust with vigour.
Tom watched avidly as his small lover flushed with heat and threw his head back in bliss. He latched himself to the exposed expanse of creamy neck and grasped the cock bouncing between them, fisting it to the time of his thrusts.
All too soon, Harry felt his stomach clench in a familiar way. "Merlin, Tom! I'm – going – to – come!" he panted.
Tom looked at the perfection beneath him hissed ...Come – for – me, sweet... and Harry splattered his seed over his stomach; screaming Tom's name. As Harry's heat clenched almost painfully around him, Tom felt himself going over the edge as well, managing two more brutal thrusts before the teen's name escaped his lips in a guttural moan.
Removing himself from Harry, he collapsed, sated, next to his lover, before pulling the duvet over them both and holding the younger man tightly to his chest. "Harry, my sweet," Tom whispered into the boy's ear. "Thank you for the best Christmas present ever."
"The feeling's mutual; Merry Christmas Tom," he murmured tiredly; pressing a light kiss onto Tom's nose.
"Now fle mirë i dashur," Tom susurrated into the long inky locks of his lover, before they both fell asleep in the others arms; none of them heard the knock on the door or the sound of it being opened.
11:43 PM
Rabastan Lestrange burst into the room, effectively catching everybody's attention. "Hey, guys." he beamed breathlessly. "I have the results of the final bet. Ahem," he announced before clearing his throat dramatically "Malfoy, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson and Greengrass; you all owe Rodo and I 10 galleons each. Our Lord has just had his wicked way with one Harry Potter! They're currently asleep in each other's arms, and I have PICTURES!" he declared.
The noise that followed was deafening. Most of the women were squealing and cooing whilst the men whistled; needless to say, all of them drank themselves into oblivion.
Friday 26th December – 08:34 Am
Harry awoke to a feeling of warmth, contentment and satiation; groggily he raised his head and realised that he was entwined within the arms of his lover. They were pressed back to chest, Tom's right arm draped across the smaller wizard's waist, his right leg over his thigh and his left leg between his knees. Harry turned to press his head against Tom's chest, and glanced sleepily at the handsome smirking face of his lover who was looking at him in amusement.
"And how long have you been staring at me?" Harry asked him; his glare failing to intimidate.
"A while," came the amused reply as Tom leant down to kiss his lover chastely on the lips. Slender arms twined themselves around the elder wizard's neck; preventing Tom from leaving the embrace as he pulled the Dark Lord's lower lip between his teeth. Tom pressed his morning arousal against Harry's thigh and smiled smugly down at him.
"You've gotten me all worked up, my sweet. Would you care to continue the Christmas present in the bath?" he asked; grasping onto Harry's own hardened length.
"That would be quite agreeable," he replied, before jumping out of the bed. Sashaying his naked hips towards the bathroom, Harry turned once at the door and smirked at the appreciative sounds escaping Tom's lips.
...You're a real snake, my sweet... Tom breathed as he stalked after his lover; a predatory gleam in his wine-red eyes.
~HP/LV~
"You know," Harry said amusedly; stepping from their rooms, fully-clothed with a possessive arm wrapped around his slender waist. "The whole point of the shower was to appear less debauched. But now it just looks like we've just shagged the night away."
A hearty laugh followed his statement as he was pulled into an alcove and was thoroughly snogged.
"I wish we could have, my sweet," Tom replied with a wistful sigh "Yet being a Dark Lord, I have to go and terrorise my minions before donning my black cape to worship the Devil," he said; leaning down for another kiss.
"Stop!" laughed Harry; playfully slapping his groping hands away. "We're not going to get anywhere with this. Actually -" he said, brow furrowed in thought. "Where are we going?"
"The land of the dead," Tom replied in a dark voice; guiding his small lover to a set of large oak doors. "Now do watch your step," he warned and pushed the smaller wizard into a large ballroom, where 20 or so wizard and witches had passed out, in various states of unconsciousness and undress.
Harry snorted as Tom pulled him into the room; carefully stepping over the snoring array of dark wizards and witches until he reached a plush, crimson-red, velvet chaise rimmed with gold filigree at the edge of the room.
Tom sat upon it with grace and poise, his legs crossed, with one arm on the back of the lounge whilst the other resting on his thigh; he motioned for Harry to join him. The Potter smiled slowly, and laid his head upon his lover's lap; his metal-booted ankles dangling off the edge of the cushioned edge.
With a contented sigh, Tom carded his elegant, pale fingers through Harry's long, ebony locks whilst humming softly under his breath.
"Little drummer boy, again?" Harry mused aloud; tapping his thigh to the beat of the song. "Bit obsessive, dontcha think?"
"Don't worry," Tom answered with ease "The only boy that does it for me has ebony locks and emerald eyes."
"I don't know whether to be amused or disgusted," laughed Harry; leaning back to watch his lover. "Fancy a game of enneverate the Death Eater?" he asked; wand already in hand, pointing at the still form of Bellatrix's body draped across her semi-naked husband.
A hearty laugh followed as Tom pointed his wand to the unconscious form of Rabastan who was straddling Severus with a bottle of Firewhiskey in hand.
"After three. 1...2...3...Go!"
Thursday 1st January 1998 – 10:52 AM
Over a week had passed since Christmas day and Harry hadn't seen Tom since, because the Dark Lord had to visit Albania for 'official business', but remembering the day brought a happy smile to his face. Firstly, he lost his virginity to his handsome lover, then he spent the night ensconced in his arms, and afterwards spent the next day chatting with the inner-circle about topics ranging from: politics to the amusing events which had happened at the Party.
Late into the evening of Boxing Day, Harry then had to apparate back to his room in Grimauld and endure a long-rant about leaving the safety of headquarters without permission. Apparently they had spent most of the day trying to get into his room, and had 'wasted' their 'time' and 'energy' on a 'goof-for-nothing layabout'
So now he was on the platform of 9 ¾, staring at the cherry-red train which was just about ready to depart the station. The Weasley matriarch was hugging him, (to his discomfort) - not that she noticed, and Ron was being hostile towards Harry because: a.) his new appearance was 'degenerate' b.) he was gay which was 'disgusting' and c.) he wasn't getting paid any more money, as Griphook had successfully stopped any transaction which Harry hadn't ordered.
Quickly shaking off Ginny's clinging arm, he boarded the train, and ignored the stares he was being given. Striding through the corridor, he finally found an empty compartment and breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he did that however, the door slid open to reveal: Draco Malfoy; Greg Goyle; Vincent Crabbe; Blaise Zabini; Pansy Parkinson; Millicent Bulstrode and the Greengrass sisters.
"Hey Malfoy," he greeted the blonde "Coming in?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow and sat opposite him, whilst the boys quickly sat next to the Slytherin Prince, and the girls sat next to Harry.
"I want to the thank you for saving me the other day, without you I don't know what would've happened." Malfoy shuddered at his thoughts, and smiled grimly. "And I've been thinking about the conversation we had-"
"-What the one about me not being able to see past my arse?" Harry laughed at Malfoy's horrified expression, watching avidly as the flustered blonde quickly regained his mask.
"Yes, that one. And I think we should start over." he held his pale hand towards Harry "My name is Draco Malfoy, would you like to be friends?" Harry took the offered hand and smiled.
"My pleasure, Malfoy. I'm Harry Potter, you may call me Harry."
"Well if that's the case then you may call me Draco," he said imperiously, making Blaise and Harry snort in amusement. The Potter was then quickly introduced to the the others and the conversation started flowing.
"I really like your new look," said Astoria Greengrass, the 15 year old sister to 17 year old Daphne "Those horrid glasses hid your lovely eyes." Harry smiled at her in return; making her blush.
"And those piercings are amazing, where did you get them?" Millie asked, staring intently at the intricate carvings on the pewter skull.
"A wizard who works part-time in the Muggle world. He's amazing at his job, and can do animated tattoos but I didn't have much time to initiate my plan and get it all done."
"Your plan?" Daphne asked, narrowing her blue eyes on him.
"Oh, it was quite amusing, really." and he told them everything that happened, magically creating voices and expressions; at the end of his tale, they were all in fits of laughter.
"So Harry," Pansy said. "Our father's told us everything and I've seen what the Dark Lord looks like now; you're a lucky man. Why do all the good one's have to be gay!" she exclaimed, to the amusement of the boys and sympathetic sighs of the girls. "So what is it like to be dating the Dark Lord?" she asked, breathless for the gossip.
"Sorry, I don't kiss and tell." he smirked, raising an eyebrow at the buzzing girl, who immediately deflated with disappointment.
"I heard you did a lot more than kiss." smirked Draco, watching as Harry flushed bright pink before applying a cold mask.
"Your rumours would be correct." he smiled "You have a good source, your father, mother or aunt?" Harry asked.
"Uncle Rodo actually, Rabastan has pictures of you two snuggling after your 'activities'"
Harry plastered an innocent look on his face and asked sweetly "I wonder what Your Lord would say if he heard you describe his behaviour as 'snuggling'. He did attempt to crucio me when I said he snuggled, but I'm really curious; I'll ask him when I see him next." Draco visibly paled at Harry's words,much to the amusement of the other teen's. "Oh and I want one of those photos."
"Harry, you'd make a brilliant Slytherin." Blaise chuckled.
"I technically am. Only a true Snake can hide in the Lion's den for as long as I have."
"True, true," agreed Draco; Harry narrowed his eyes on the blonde. "What?" he asked the raven-haired teen.
"Is it actually safe for you to be going to Hogwarts, Draco?" Draco sighed and placed his head in his hands.
"Well technically, yes. He cannot actually 'get' me whilst I'm in school, they captured me whilst I was in Hogsmeade. Also the Dark Lord gave me a mission," he replied tiredly.
"What is it?" Harry asked, and sighed at Draco's suspicious look. "Draco, I'm the Dark Lord's lover, I'm not going to betray him – honestly." the blonde's cheeks tinged in embarrassment.
"He wants me to find a way to get the Death-eaters into school and kill Dumbledore."
Harry remained silent for a moment before saying. "Yep, he's completely insane." Everyone's eyes widened in shock and Harry laughed at them "Oh, c'mon I'm Harry Potter. I've got to fight him sometimes – it keeps him on his toes y'know?" Blaise chuckled nervously at him. "I can get them into the castle easily enough, there are loads of secret passages." Harry told them.
"Yeah and there called that because they're secret" Draco sneered; leaning into the back of his seat.
Harry's eyes danced with mischief "Only if you don't know where to look. Accio Map" he said simply, catching the folded, blank parchment with a Seeker's ease. Placing the parchment on the table, his new-friends frowned at him; removing a wand he then tapped the map and whispered "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." and watched the ink appear on the once blank parchment. The other's eyed the map with wide eyes.
"Messrs Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present the Marauders map," Draco read. "Who are they?" he asked.
Harry's eyes went dull "They are people who are either dead or dead to me. Mooney is Remus Lupin, who is a werewolf. Wormtail is Peter Petigrew whose animagus form is a rat, Padfoot was my godfather Siruis black, his animagus was a Grim and Prongs was my father whose animagus form was a stag – same as my patronus actually."
"Oh," Draco replied "I didn't see their names on the Ministry's animagus list."
Harry chuckled to himself "I never said that they were legal animagi." and with those eight words the tension cracked and they started laughing once again. "The Marauders map shows everyone in the school at every minute of the day, regardless of invisibility cloaks/charms, animagi, ghosts and polyjuice potions; I've used it so much over the past 4 years, it's so handy!" he declared, opening it to point out the pacing footsteps of 'Severus Snape'
"Any way it also shows all the secret passages in the school. The one you want is this one: the One-eyed witch passage on the third floor," he told them pointing to the co-ordinating point on the map. "It leads straight to Honeydukes cellar, you can have the Death-Eaters wait there and you can open the passage under the cover of my invisibility cloak."
"You know, it sounds like you have experience with this," Draco drawled.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Harry smirked back. "Anyways, you don't want to kill Dumbles 'till the end of the year, otherwise he will die a martyr and the Light will have more ammunition to fight with. I'm gonna speak to Tom about this. Be quiet for a bit," he instructed much to their bewilderment, whilst he began reaching out with his mind.
'Hey, Tom,' Harry greeted 'I'm not disturbing you am I?
'No, my sweet.' he murmured 'What do you want to speak about?'
'Your mission for Draco. I've got a way to get into the school, I could've been able to tell you for years really. Just get your death eaters to Honeydukes cellar and bada-bing-bada-boom your in school! But forget that at the moment; we don't want to kill Dumbles now.'
'I was thinking the same, he would be idolised still by the Light; we need to destroy his reputation first.'
Harry beamed through their link 'Yes, I don't really want to but we'll reveal memories of my childhood – he definitely knew about it, he addressed my Hogwarts letter to 'the cupboard under the stairs' for Circe's sake! With their permission, we could us Draco & Severus' memories of their torture and my memories from when the Order discovered they were gone. That would give him, child negligence, kidnapping, torturing and attempted rape; I can hardly wait!'
'Ah, my little minx. I do believe you're the best things that every happened to me.' he sighed over the link, and Harry felt his heart stop at the confession.
'I feel the same, Tom,' he said softly. 'I miss you.'
'And I you, my lovely,' he replied; hastily withdrawing from Harry's mind.
When Harry returned back to the train with a big dopey grin on his face, he found 8 pair of worried eyes on him.
"What happened mate? Suddenly you were here talking to us and next you're staring into space, with glazed eyes and not replying to anything we say." Harry smiled apologetically at them.
"Sorry about that. Tom and I have a mental link and which we can communicate through; we were discussing Dumbles. Before he's killed we're going release pensive memories of my childhood, Draco and Severus' torture and the morning after – that way we can destroy him with charges of child negligence, kidnapping, torture and attempted rape."
Draco's face paled "Rape?" he asked in a croaky voice "They were going to rape Sev and I?" Harry reached over and placed a reassuring hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Don't worry about it Draco. We got you out of there before they could do it, thank Merlin. After I found out, I practically destroyed 15 of Tom's battle simulator dummies."
"15?" Draco asked incredulous "My father can only beat 10 and walks out bloody as anything. You didn't get hit once did you?" he narrowed his silver eyes.
Harry grinned slyly at him "No...but come on, like I said I've got to keep Tom on his toes or he might slack off."
"I'm suddenly feeling really sorry for our Lord.,." said Pansy; Harry stuck his tongue out at her.
"Hey. Has anyone seen Theo?" Draco asked the compartment, shakes of the head all followed his question"Oh well. I guess we'll see him later, we're nearing the station; better but our robes on," he told them; standing to reach his trunk. They all agreed and it wasn't long before the cherry-red train halted to a stop in Hogsmeade station.
"Woah, Harry!" Blaise exclaimed as he trailed Harry out of the compartment and into the drizzling rain of the platform. "Those boots are to die for!" he ran ahead, admiring the dark-haired youth from the front.
"Yay, I always wanted to be a barbie doll!" Harry laughed, as he and the Slytherin's approached the thestral-drawn carriages; Millie, Daphne, Astoria and Vince taking one and Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Harry taking another.
"What's a barbie?" Blaise breathed into Draco's ear; the blonde shivered and shook his head: confused also.
7:56 PM
Harry walked calmly towards the Gryffindor table; scoffing at the reverent and jealous looks from the Slytherins 'I wonder whether they've all seen the photos?' Harry chuckled inwardly whilst ignoring all the glares from the Gryffindors. Taking a seat, a good deal away from Ron, Seamus and Dean, he found himself next to Neville, whom they also seemed to have ostracised.
"What did you do to make them hate you?" Harry asked his fellow Gryffindor, who had lost quite a lot of weight from the last time he had saw him, had grown his chestnut hair to just rest on his shoulders, and had a bit of stubble – he looked every bit the confident and handsome pureblood.
"Same thing as you." he told the smaller boy, and Harry had a hard time of controlling his disbelieving snort. Harry doubted that Neville had suddenly shacked up with the current Dark Lord, but smiled at the teen to continue. "I told them I was gay and I spent my train ride with Slytherins, my boyfriend is one of them." he held his chin high in the air, as if daring anyone to comment.
The younger boy stared at him, a grin spreading across his face "Seriously Nev?" he whispered ; excited. "Who is it?" glancing at the Slytherin table who were not-so-subtly sneaking glances at them.
"Theodore Nott," he replied with a small smile on his own face; Harry slapped him lightly on the back "Good for you, Nev. Screw the rest of them! We're happy with our lives aren't we?"
"Yeah," Neville happily replied, grateful to have found a fellow comrade. They idly chatted before Neville mused aloud "I really do wonder what happened to Snape?" The seat which the potion master usually sat, was an old, balding, fat man. "He's been gone since the beginning of November."
"I know what happened," Harry whispered to the older boy "But I can't say it in present company," he informed, indicating to their fellow Gryffinfors.
"I understand," replied Neville "Common room, midnight? I can tell we both have secrets to share."
Harry nodded his agreement, feeling disgusted as Dumbledore said he 'regretted the loss of Professor Snape, but due to medical reasons he still could not return to Hogwarts, however Professor Slughorn has gladly accepted to continue teaching for the rest of the term in his place' Cheers came from the Gryffindor house and angry mutters from the Slytherin one, Harry slipped a glance at the Ice Prince; being in the presence of some of his attackers must be straining at the least!
The blonde felt eyes on him, glancing at the Gryffindor table, he saw Harry looking at him worry in his eyes; smiling briefly at him, he saw the raven-haired youth nod and begin to slowly eat his dinner.
As dinner drew to a close, Neville and Harry exited the Great Halls and began their ascent to the
Gryffindor Tower, when they heard several angry voiced behind them.
"Hey, you queers where you off? Gonna shag are you?" Ron spat them; Harry spun on the spot and smirked at the red-head. He slowly swung his hips as he walked towards his former friend until they were nose-to-nose.
"Why?" he all but purred. "Are you feeling jealous?" he watched with avid amusement as Ron's face quickly grew the same colour as his hair. "I do think that a Ménage à trois would be enjoyable, but with you?" he grimaced; scrunching his nose in distaste. "It would only give me nightmares." the drawing crowd all jeered at the two remaining thirds of the former 'golden trio' "I do admit my choice in friends when I was a child were less than decorous but I can see now why some families are better than others."
Ron sputtered, anger mottling his flesh to a vivid-red hues, his freckles heightened, casting an atrocious view to the poor observer. "So you're whoring yourself to all the Slytherin's then? You bloody ponce!" the Weasley shouted triumphantly.
Harry sneered at the pathetic form in front of him. "To answer your question Ronald. No I am not 'whoring myself out' as you so eloquently said, to anyone, and I can say that for both myself and Neville. We both have partners who we care deeply about, and who adore us; engaging in any form of intimacy with another would prove detrimental to our relationships, wouldn't it? Though..." he paused in thought
"You wouldn't know anything about it would you? Being a waste-of-space; a disgusting excuse for a human and someone who has the morals of a flobberworm. The fact that our partners are men does not mean we are unnatural, however the fact that you find fault in it is. I mean, I'm sorry but I was under the impression that homosexuals are given the same respect as heterosexuals in the wizarding world, maybe even more, as they can create children much more powerful than heterosexual ones. Your beliefs have no value and are completely imbecilic, maybe you should engage your brain before you open your mouth, hmmmm?" Harry glanced at the crowd around him. "Do any of you have this sneaking suspicion that some poor village is missing its idiot?" he asked; smirking as uproarious laughter met his question.
Harry raised an eyebrow as Ron's spluttering continued. "So if you have nothing else to say, we'll take our leave," Harry told him, striding up the stair case.
From behind him he heard several gasps, indignant cries and a sudden rush of air. Removing his legal wand from the invisible holster on his arm, he swerved to the right; taking Neville down with him as he dodged the furnuculus curse Ron cast at him.
Gracefully rising to his feet, he lazily pointed his wand behind him and cast a non-verbal petrifiucs totallus, told one of the audience members to reverse the curse in half an hour, then continued up the stairs with his friend.
"Wow...Just wow, Harry." grinned Neville; making the smaller boy chuckle lightly.
Tuesday 7th January – 00:01 AM
Neville and Harry sat opposite each other, ensconced in the red armchairs next to the dwindling fire; after casting a long look across the apparently empty common-room, the younger boy cast several strong silencing charms on himself and his companion.
"Okay, Neville; I recommend you tell me your news first, mine will sort of take a while," Harry advised him kindly. Neville looked sheepishly at him before pulling his left-sleeve up to reveal the Dark-Mark; Harry's eyes flickered from the mark to the nervous teen's face and back again before exhaling heavily.
A pregnant pause, and the only sounds came from the nervous breathing of the Longbottom."Well, I wasn't expecting that," Harry smiled reassuringly at his friend, "But it will make my explanation easier. So how long? And why exactly? Oh and you should probably cast a glamour on it too."
Neville allowed himself to relax marginally. "Well it turns out Gran has been a sympathiser since the first war, even more so once she found out what my parents did to Bellatrix's son; I was disgusted with them. Do you know what they did?" he asked Harry shakily, who sadly nodded his head in return. "He was only 7 years old and they tortured him with the cruciatus curse until he blacked out and then they used the entrail-expelling curse on him, until he bled to death. And all the time he made her watch, the sick bastards; I don't blame her for what she did to my parents, Circe knows what I would have turned out like with them raising me." he shuddered at the mere thought, and Harry couldn't help but find himself agreeing.
"And then my Gran tells me about what the Dark Lord really planned to do with the muggle-borns. He wanted to educate the children about the magical world, in the Summer holidays and do it at a younger age – say 6 or 7; so they aren't as ignorant about the traditions and rules."
Harry nodded, recalling his first trip to Diagon Alley; not knowing anything about the brand new world "And then making them and their guardians sign an oath so they can't spread anything magical to any muggles." Again Harry nodded, it would make life a lot easier "And he doesn't hate half-bloods, he has quite a few high-ranking half-blood followers. And it's Dumbledore who has made these lies up about the Dark Lord. Sure, when he went on raids some people died, but it wasn't nearly as bad as what the papers say, only a few died, and they were the ones who refused to stand-down and attacked; they didn't go about murdering innocent children either," the Longbottom stated pointedly.
"So I told my Gran last week that I wanted to join, and she was so proud of me, for the first time in my life!" he cried out passionately, and the smaller boy smiled gently up at him; patting him softly on the arm.
"Well," Harry said "I best go on and explain my news." Neville nodded, and Harry proceeded to tell him everything about Dumbledore; the Weasley's betrayal; the kidnap and torture of Draco and Snape, and his relationship with Tom – not the intimate details however.
"You and the Dark Lord?" he asked "You said he doesn't look like a snake in real life right? I mean I'm sorry but I just can't think that -" he stopped to shudder; Harry laughed.
"Yeah, he looks like a raven-haired Adonis," he smiled wistfully "With that hair and that body and oomph don't forget what he can do with thoses hands, it's like-"
"Okay, Okay. Please – Stop – Harry!" he begged, through gales of laughter. "I get the picture"
"I do have pictures if you're interested." Harry interjected teasingly.
Neville shook his head, gasping for breath "No, no. I get it, he's gorgeous and he's good." A small shake of Harry's head met his words. "Brilliant?" A shake. "Amazing?" A nod. "Okay, so he's amazing in bed, now can you please stop talking about it."
"All right." Harry pouted, then yawned widely. "Well I'm off to bed, maybe I'll have nice dreams of a certain liquor-eyed man." Neville groaned and Harry cast a wicked smile.
"Harry!" he whined; following the younger boy to the room they shared with 3 homophobic teens.
Updated: 21/06/12
10300 words (sans: disclaimer; warnings; A/N).