The Dark Lord's Consort

Hadrian was in heaven.

He rolled his eyes in pleasure as his cunt was milking the dark Lord's cock. Tom lazily thrusted upward, hands squeezing Hadrian's small breasts. Earning loud moans from Hadrian.

"Good boy, Hadrian..."

Hadrian rode the man's cock faster. Chasing with the orgasm.

Hadrian cried from pleasure and came. Everything around became blurring.
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"Have you ever tried fire whiskey?"

Laying on his husband's chest, Hadrian sleepily mumbled.

"No."

Tom stroked his hair. Hadrian's hair was long, dark as the night sky and unexpectedly soft.

"Really? You cannot stick to champagne and butterbeer forever, sweetheart."

Hadrian loved it and hated it at the same time when Tom affectionately called him sweetheart. He buried his face in Tom's chest.

"I don't see the appeal to try them."

Hadrian Potter Black became the Dark Lord's consort when he reached his 18th birthday. Sirius was furious. Remus was worried.

Freshly out of Hogwarts, Hadrian didn't even have a clue what to do to with his life. Then the proposal came.

Hadrian's hair was still short before he accepted the marriage, knowing there's no way to turn down the Dark Lord.

"You're beautiful, Hadrian. I swear on my magic I will love, treasure and protect you until my last breath."

The Dark Lord was handsome, didn't look like in his sixty. The man usually strokes Hadrian's hair every morning when they woke up. Before he could even realize, Hadrian was already growing his hair for the Dark Lord.

For Tom.

Tom hated his birth name, no one had ever dare to call the man's real name, even not many knew his name.

"You're beautiful... Sweetheart..."
Tom whispered to Hadrian whenever he tied the ribbon on Hadrian's hair. The man had given Hadrian a collection of hair ribbons.

"Why did you want to marry me, Tom?"

Tom's expression didn't change, but Hadrian could feel the magic around the man dropped the temperature in the room.

"Why not, Hadrian?"

Tom kissed the younger's neck.

Tom never gave Hadrian a proper answer. Hadrian had learned to deal with that.

Ever since he wed the Dark Lord, Hadrian rarely left the Slytherin manor. Sometimes he would go out to visit Sirius and Remus, or checked the Potter manor. That's it.

People always had high expectations whenever it comes to Hadrian. His parents were great people before passing away after all. Sirius raised him along with Remus. He had a quiet childhood. Sirius didn't like Hadrian went outside after all. Hadrian was okay with it. Everytime he went outside, bad things always happened. So it's better in this way.

Remus was usually the one who encouraged Hadrian to go outside and experience. That's how he became friends with Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Draco was loud. Theo was quiet. They're both good friends to Hadrian apart from Luna Lovegood - Hadrian's childhood and best friend. Hadrian was sort to Ravenclaw when he came to Hogwarts, much to Sirius disappointment but understanding.

"Maybe this is for the best, pup. For people to acknowledged that you are not your parents. You are great in your way." Sirius patted his head when they were sharing hot chocolate with Remus.

Hadrian got rid of his glasses when he was 12. He didn't like people to point out how much he looked like James Potter.

"You got your mother's eyes."

Severus told him after his first potion class.

"Really?"

Severus sometimes would tell him stories about his parents, mostly his mother. His parents was the sensitive topic in his house. Sirius would brust into tears whenever they talked about Hadrian's parents.

So, Severus became the man who assisted Hadrian after he became the consort. And Sirius had to accept the Potion Master's presence whenever he came to visit his god son. Vice versa.

"I don't know if you already known this, but my body is fucked-up. I'm not even sure if I can give you heir." Hadrian told Tom the truth in their meeting. Before he accepted the proposal.

Hadrian had a cunt and a cock. Went with small breasts and slender body. His body was pretty weak. A good reason not to be on the Quidditch team, as Remus said. Both his parents were in the tall side, but Hadrian stopped at nearly 5 feet 5. Both Draco and Theo were over 5 feet 10.

"I know. And I don't care."

Voldemort squeezed Hadrian's hands.

"You're the priority to me. I don't care about heirs, Hadrian."

That's the moment Hadrian decided to seal the deal.

"You don't need to do this, you know? Get married too soon. Oh Merlin, pup. You're only 18." Sirius sobbed.

"If anything happens, divorce. You are always have a place with us, remember that." Remus hugged him tightly.

On Hadrian's 19th birthday, Tom asked Hadrian what Hadrian wanted during their breakfast.

"Anything that suit to your public image, that's enough." Usually that would be a ball with various guests. Maybe afterward he could have a small party with Sirius and Remus. Sirius baked birthday cake for him every year. Sirius's cake was always a lottery. It could be heavenly good, or tasted questionable.

"No, I want to hear your wish. My dear. I know you didn't like crowded party."

Hadrian stopped.

"Anything?"

Tom nodded. Red eyes waiting for his consort's answer. 

"I want to go somewhere. Just two of us."

That's how they're in this beautiful cabin. Almost completely isolated with the outside world.

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"Happy birthday, Hadrian."

Tom gave him a small box during dinner, after their love making sessions.

"Thank you."

The dessert would be treacle tart. Hadrian's favourite.

He opened it. Beautiful red rubies earrings. Like Tom's eyes.

"May I?" Tom offered.

He helped Hadrian wore them.

"They suit you so well, sweetheart." Tom lovingly stared at him. His voice was full of affection. 

Maybe Hadrian didn't hate when Tom called him sweetheart. He was scared.

What if Tom finally realized that Hadrian didn't deserve him?

Hadrian was boring. Hadrian was weak. There's nothing special about Hadrian. Why did Tom love him? Did Tom even love him?

Like walking on a light string. One misstep and everything would fall apart.

"You always underestimate yourself, Harry." Luna once told him. Luna loved having nicknames for her friends. Draco was Dray, much to his protest. Theodore was Theo. As usual. And Hadrian was Harry.

"Your magic was one of the strongest I have ever sense." Luna assured him.

Hadrian was strong. But he chose a quiet life. So to everyone, he just an average wizard. And Tom had made a mistake by marrying that average wizard.

"Here."

Tom poured him a glass of fire whiskey.

"Try it."
And Hadrian drank. Glass after glass. His throat was in fire. Hot.

"Don't push yourself too much. This is your first time after all."

Tom took back the whiskey bottle.

Hadrian was drunk.

"Tom...?"

"Yes?"

"Tom."

"I am here."

"I love you."

His vision was blurry so he couldn't see Tom's face. But he heard Tom's soft voice replied to him.

"I know."

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Hadrian felt strong arms carried him to bed. A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

Hadrian hoped he would not have a hangover in next the day.

I love you, Tom.

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"What the fuck?!"

Hadrian's back was hurt. His head was spinning. And he's at Hogwarts. Both familiar and unfamiliar faces were watching him.

Is that the goblet of fire?

What the hell is happening?

Green eyes met green eyes.

Is that me?!