Hogsmeade
Harry keened highly as Tom's hand moved over his cock in lazy strokes. The man had been teasing him long enough that Harry was a whimpering, wriggling mess. The next stroke was tighter and made the teenager writhe in desperation. Harry was sitting on the man's lap, facing the white room of his subconscious mind, his back to Tom's chest. Unlike Tom though, Harry was completely naked.
"My poor darling. So desperate. Your cock looks so painful. Such a beautiful shade of red.", Tom crooned into his ear. The next stroke had Harry's whole body shivering in need. The wet sound was loud in the otherwise quiet space of his mind. While Harry tried to form words, Tom stopped his stroking completely.
"Please.", Harry whimpered breathlessly.
A dark chuckle grazed his ears.
"Don't worry, my sweet Harry. I'm going to make this worth it."
Tom's voice sent shivers down Harry's back. It was velvety warm, like dark chocolate with a twist. A sinister undertone having Harry whimper in need.
One of Tom's hands reached around Harry, fingers circling his rim, massaging it until it gave away to the soft prodding.Tom let out a pleased hum and wriggled his finger around, massaging his inner walls. The feeling was nice but allowed Harry to get his desperate arousal under control.
Obviously Tom didn't want him to get his bearings back. He started rolling and pinching the younger man's nipples, a sharp tug of arousal making him gasp.
"Ah, ah, ah.", Tom chided him. "I do not want you to think, my dear. I want you writhing, desperate and wanting more."
Harry had been distracted by Tom's ministrations on his nipples and was surprised by two fingers scissoring his hole, opening him up. Every now and then the tips of Tom's fingers grazed his prostate. It made Harry shudder and clench every time. The high was building slowly, steadily. Harry threw his head back and whimpered when another finger joined. It didn't hurt, he was feeling full but wanted more. He needed his husband's cock. It was too much and not enough at once.
"Tom...", Harry broke off into a high keen when the man massaged his prostrate with three fingers. The feeling was overwhelming. The high building quickly.
As soon as his husband let up Harry tried again: "Tom, I... I'll come."
As soon as he said the words, Tom stopped all movements. Harry whined low in his throat, his cock twitching.
The younger man's cock was dribbling precum onto his stomach and pubes, making a mess of Tom's lap.
"How I love to make a mess out of you, darling.", Tom murmured right into Harry's ear. The man licked along the shell. Harry's cock jumped again.
"What a wonderful sight. But I believe it is time for you to wake up. We'll see each other in Hogsmeade, my dear. Do not relieve yourself. I have a surprise planned.", the man said and suddenly he was gone.
Harry woke with a gasp and an aching need in his boxers. He let out a stringent of curses and tried to will his erection away. Tom had started edging him like this a week ago. He always said he had something planned but Harry was unsure. The man probably liked messing with his head. The teenager closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. It would be torture not to get himself off right now but he wanted to know what Tom had planned.
A lot had happened since Harry had Umbridge sacked, well killed really. The Prophet had had a field day with revealing what she had done. They were citing 'trusted sources'. Dumbledore had glanced disappointingly at him during the section which described Umbridge's disappearance two days after she had been taken out of office. She had been available for a comment but wasn't seen again after that. Harry had almost smiled greedily when he remembered that he would see what had happened to her. Alas, he had more decorum than that.
Another undersecretary had been chosen but Harry didn't know him. Tom had explained that it was one of his followers' sons. Harry had reminded Tom about Rosier but the man was adamant that he had 'tested' said son thoroughly. Interestingly enough the man was a muggleborn. Tom had obviously changed his agenda for a muggleborn to follow him. The guy's name was Henry Thompson. He seemed to be doing a good job until now. Harry would wait and see.
Draco had been on edge the last two weeks while Harry was thinking about a suitable punishment for Lucius. The younger Malfoy obviously didn't believe that Harry wouldn't punish Draco for his father's mistake. The wariness would probably be at its peak today as they would be going to Hogsmeade together. Harry had had to keep his amused smile off of his face for the last week. Draco was waiting on him hand to foot.
Ron and Hermione had been strangely quiet during the last two weeks. Either Harry had shocked them enough or they were scheming. The Slytherin didn't like the feeling he had whenever he walked past them. They were probably scheming. Which, given Dumbledore's sudden silence as well, was probably the worst thing that could happen.
Ginny hadn't even looked in his direction for which the teenager was kind of glad. He didn't have the time to deal with her right now anyway.
The curtains to his bed were thrown open before Harry was able to even get his blanket back and Draco whined: "Come on, Potter. I don't want to be la- Oh shit."
With a bright red face, Draco turned around.
Even with his backtracking thoughts, the erection hadn't faded enough for it to be undetactable. Harry smirked.
"Draco, it is quite rude to open someone's curtains without telling them. What if I had been in the middle of something?", Harry chided in what he himself called his 'Tom-voice'. His Slytherins reacted best whenever he channelled his inner Dark Lord. Other students seemed to be more nervous whenever he used it.
Draco was stuttering slightly when he answered: "I.. I apologize my Lor.. Harry."
Harry chuckled.
"Apology accepted. Could I have the privacy to dress myself?"
Draco stammered his reply and hurriedly closed his curtains. Harry laughed then. Draco was so easil riled up with sexual innuendos. It made teasing the blond so much easier.
After dressing, his erection had calmed enough to be near unnoticeable. With a still flaming red Draco and an amused Blaise, Harry went to the Great Hall for breakfast before the three of them would together trek down to Hogsmeade. Blaise would entertain himself elsewhere while Harry and Draco had an appointment with Lucius and Tom at a private room in the Three Broomsticks.
Draco got more fidgety the nearer they came towards The Three Broomsticks. It was bad enough that whenever Harry let his gaze wander, Draco flinched slightly.
Harry sighed deeply, stopped and turned to look at the blond. His classmate jumped in surprise.
"Draco, I won't punish you for what your father did. He is in the wrong and will be judged by whatever he says in there. Stop fidgeting so much, it's irritating and unnecessary.", Harry chided his classmate.
Draco let out a wounded sound but nodded in agreement. The rest of the walk was infinitely calmer.
They entered the pub and Harry let his gaze wander over the customers, searching for his husband.
He found the glowing red eyes and immediately set off towards Tom, Draco scrambling behind him.
"Darling.", Tom purred.
Harry's heart jumped in his chest at the tone Tom used and when his husband took his hand and kissed it, ruby eyes holding his own gaze, Harry's knees got slightly weak. The days of edging showed themselves. Harry wanted to scowl but managed a brilliant smile instead. It had been long since they'd seen each other.
"Husband, it is good to see you."
Harry tried to keep his voice level. A slight tremor still shone through.
The smirk Tom sent him was positively devious and sent a shiver down Harry's back.
"I've reserved a room. Come, I'll show you to your guest.", Tom said and took Harry upstairs.
Draco was following them in nervous silence.
The second they entered the room upstairs Harry noticed Draco going rigid. The reason for that was apparent the moment Harry saw Lucius Malfoy. The man was pale beyond his usual aristocratic skin tone, he had bags under his eyes and his gaze was haunted.
The room was the complete opposite of the man's angst. It was kind of cozy. Two armchairs in front of a fire, a table with some chairs near the back and a window overlooking Hogsmeade.
"Lucius.", Tom warned the man.
Immediately the Malfoy patriarch set his gaze on Harry and walked over in quick strides.
"Mr. Potter, it is wonderful to see you. I apologize for any discomfort I brought you with the post of the Undersecretary. I am pleading for forgiveness.", the man said, holding Harry's hand in both of his.
Harry wanted to glare at Tom but restrained himself. Instead he set his sharp gaze onto Draco's father.
"Very well, apology accepted but I still want to talk. Sit, Lucius.", Harry ordered and sat in one of the armchairs. Tom moved behind his chair and laid his hands onto Harry's shoulders while Draco sat at the table.
"Say, Lucius, why did you want Umbridge back as the Undersecretary?", Harry asked calmly.
His gaze was resting on the man's face. The man looked behind Harry into Tom's face and the teenager growled.
"You answer to me for today. Don't look at him, look at me.", Harry hissed angrily.
Tom's hands on his shoulders tightened, either in anger or arousal, Harry didn't know.
Lucius looked back into Harry's eyes and flinched slightly at the hard look he found there.
"I wanted to further my Lord's cause.", the man answered in a quivering voice.
"Bullshit."
The Malfoys both jumped at Harry's growl.
"Tell me, Lucius.", Harry started. "Did you not know about Umbridge's voting record or did you just ignore it?"
Harry's voice was sweeter than honey but his eyes flared a vivid green as he felt his magic react to his anger.
"I... Mr. Potter, I didn't...", the man stammered.
Harry sneered.
"Why did you want Umbridge back as the Undersecretary?", Harry repeated his question.
Lucius was trembling in fear now, his gaze directed at his feet as he answered. "I needed something to be done about Greyback. He threatened Draco, I didn't know what else I could do."
Draco flinched at the table. It must have been a surprise for the blond Slytherin as well as Harry.
Harry was suddenly overcome with pity for the trembling man before him. It was obvious he still had the old Voldemort in mind whenever asking for a favour.
"And why did you not come to me?", Harry asked.
Lucius startled.
"What?"
"Why did you not come to me?"
The man was gaping.
"I don't know. I didn't think you would be an option."
At least he was honest. Harry rolled his eyes.
"As I am the Dark Lord's husband I will always be an option for a diplomatic approach regarding issues. I will let that slide as I perfectly know how approachable my husband was before his downfall. I have another question.", Harry replied evenly, his anger forgotten for now.
Lucius only nodded.
"Did you know she had used Bloodquills on students during detention in fifth year?"
The Malfoy patriarch hesitated, answering before he could utter a word but then quiveringly said: "Yes."
A vase near the window burst into tiny pieces before Harry got his magic back under control. At least controlled enough to not destroy more decorative objects. Harry could practically feel the magic surging through his body, willing him to let it out.
"And you didn't think it problematic? You didn't consider that I would take offense to that?", Harry asked in a forced calm tone.
Tom's hands had tightened on his shoulders.
"I did not consider you at all, Mr. Potter.", Lucius whimpered.
Harry smiled brightly at the man. "And this, dear Lucius, is what decided your punishment.", Harry chirped.
Tom let out a hiss of arousal behind him while Draco blanched and jumped up.
"Harry, please, I'm sure he didn't...", Draco started but a look from Harry made him shut his mouth.
"Draco, if you don't want to join this punishment, keep your mouth shut. I promised you whatever your father did won't be taken out on you. But if you don't shut up I am forced to make you understand that this revenge is mine to take.", Harry threatened his blond classmate.
The teenager swallowed before nodding timidly, sitting back into the chair at the table.
"As for you, Lucius. I almost wanted to be lenient, you clearly wanted to protect your son. But I cannot let this slide as you disregarded your Lord's husband in this way. Come forth Dark Mark. Send pain through the man three hours a day, similar to a Bloodquill.", Harry hissed.
Lucius fell to the floor with a pained cry, cradling his left arm to his chest. Harry was aware how much it must have hurt. He looked towards Draco.
"I will retract the punishment as soon as I see fit. Tom should be able to stop it when I give him my go.", Harry said.
Lucius was still struggling to get his composure back while Draco nodded mutely.
"Good. You both are dismissed."
The Malfoys didn't linger and quickly went out of the door and into the pub below. Harry was fairly sure the two would go and eat somewhere else.
As soon as the door closed Tom pulled Harry from his armchair, sat down himself and hauled him into his lap. Before Harry could even ask what the hell Tom was doing, the man kissed him greedily. Harry moaned into the filthy kiss, full of tongue and teeth.
"You are divine, darling.", Tom said reverently after they parted.
Harry gasped at the hiss of Tom's parseltongue. It carried his husband's arousal through his own body in a delicious shiver.
Tom's lips trailed across his neck, teeth scratching the skin above his pulse point. It made Harry arch into the touch.
"Now onto more pleasurable things, my dear.", Tom murmured against his neck. He licked a stripe up to Harry's earlobe, nibbling it gently. "Let me show you the toad's punishment. I hope you will enjoy it."
The man's hands had wandered under his cloak, leaving a hot trail along his torso.
"How are we going to watch it?", Harry asked breathlessly.
He could feel Tom's smirk agains his skin and shuddered.
"Why, my dear, the same way we share our dreamspace, of course. Let me into your mind, darling and I will make sure you find this endeavour to your utmost pleasure.", Tom crooned into his ear.
Harry had trouble forming words. Tom's fingers had found his nipples and abused them. The teenager was only capable of nodding his head at Tom.
A pressure behind his scar distracted Harry for a moment but he didn't fight his husband's intrusion. The second their minds connected Harry keened highly. The sensation of Tom's mind sharing his own was the equivalent of a physical carress across his body.
Seeing into Tom's mind and feeling the man's touch across his body simultaneously was a surreal experience. But not being able to see where Tom touched next had his senses heightened. Harry whimpered when he felt Tom undress him wandlessly and wordlessly. His husband maneuvered the teenager on his lap so he was sitting with his back to Tom. Just as he had sat in their dreamscape.
While Harry had concentrated on the feel of his body, Tom had sorted out his mind and provided him with images.
They were down in the dungeons in Malfoy Manor, a cell being occupied by a whimpering and sobbing mess. As Tom entered the cell, the pile on the floor scrambled to the wall, as far away from Tom as they could manage.
"Wh-why am I here?"
The too high, too childish voice would forever haunt Harry's nightmares and he knew immediately who that was.
"You don't know?", Tom asked slowly, dangerously.
The deep baritone sent a shiver down Harry's body.
Tom was now stroking Harry's cock in slow, loose movements. Harry whimpered when the man circled the tip with his index finger. His other hand had moved underneath Harry's body and Tom circled a finger over his rim. The sensations were almost too much with his vision still occupied by Tom's conversation with Umbridge.
"I didn't do anything wrong!", she cried. Harry had missed a part of their conversation.
"But that is not correct, is it?", Tom asked her.
She seemed confused.
"You hurt what is mine. I never took you for someone to use illegal Dark Artefacts. I always assumed you were just prejudiced against children. It seems you were prejudiced against one particular person, weren't you?"
Umbridge immediately shook her head. She was denying every accusation thrown her way but clicked her mouth shut when Tom chuckled darkly.
"Oh it seems you are confused. Was it not you who made my husband use a Bloodquill during detention? Was it not you who sent a dementor after him the summer before that? Am I wrong?"
The dark, cruel tone resonated through Harry's mind, slithering along his spine. He whined and didn't know if it was in his head or in the real world.
Umbridge was still trying to deny everything.
Tom clicked his tongue impatiently.
"Crucio!", he cried.
Just as Umbridge writhed under the first stroke of pain from the spell, Tom breached his entrance. Harry cried out loudly. Umbridge's screams faded into the background as Tom nudged his prostate with one finger. Harry's cock jumped at the contact, Tom's hand now loosely grasping it, denying him the friction he wanted.
Umbridge stopped screaming.
"Now, are you willing to tell the truth?", Tom asked softly.
Umbridge was still whimpering and shuddering through bouts of pain, her normally neat hair beyond disarray.
"The brat deserved worse!", she screamed enraged.
Tom's soft demeanor immediately hardened.
"Oh? Did he?"
The words came out calm, almost polite. But the steeled tone underneath portrayed what Tom really thought.
"I think you should be a lot more remorseful for your deeds, don't you think?"
For a second nothing happened and then Tom snapped: "Sectumsempra!"
Immediately Umbridge was cut open from several lacerations. She screamed and fell to the floor in a bloody heap.
Tom had used the conversation to enter two more fingers into Harry, scissoring them, opening him up. All three were now rubbing over his prostate. Harry's cock was dribbling precome, getting himself and Tom's lap messy. Harry's keening moans echoed around the room. He was close to the edge. The high kept building, the warmth in his abdomen almost burning.
"Tom! I.. I'll...", he couldn't form words.
As soon as he'd opened his mouth, his husband stopped all movement.
"No, please. Please. I need...", he whimpered but was interrupted by Tom muttering a spell.
"This way I can be sure to keep your high for the best moment of this memory.", Tom crooned.
His fingers went back to massaging Harry's prostrate. The high kept building and building but Harry never fell over it. And suddenly he knew what kind of spell Tom had used on him. This would be torture.
Harry's focus went back into the cell. Umbridge was healed and sitting on the floor in a heap.
"Now can you honestly say that you regret hurting my husband?", Tom asked quietly.
"I will never regret putting that whore into his place!", Umbridge spat and Harry gasped.
Tom had used the moment of Umbridges rant to push himself into Harry, even if Harry hadn't noticed Tom undressing himself. His hips were flush against Tom's. The man was grinding his hips in slow circles. Harry arched is back into his husband's chest.
"Keep your focus, darling. It gets better.", Tom murmured into his ear, caressing the shell of it with his tongue.
It took a lot of effort to go back to the memory.
"So my husband is a whore for bringing peace to Wizarding Britain? But you are not one? Having sweettalked Cornelius Fudge, shoving your childish facade into his face, getting him to do what you want? Isn't that whorish?", Tom asked, twirling his wand between his fingers.
"That's not the same as opening the legs for you!", she screamed.
Harry wondered where her self-preservation was as she had been a Slytherin at one point.
Tom hummed thoughtfully, the vibrations of the sound going straight to Harry's cock.
"I believe you and I have a different view on my husband. As we won't be coming to a common ground I believe I shall end this conversation.", Tom replied silkily, a manic grin forming on his face.
"You will regret this! Cornelius will hear about it! I will..."
Umbridge was cut off by her own scream of pain. The Cruciatus Curse had her twitching and twisting on the floor.
As soon as Tom had started cursing Umbridge he started fucking Harry earnestly. The teenager's concentration was broken by the harsh thrusts against his prostate.
Harry was unable to form any words. To be kept at the high but never falling over it had him oversensitive for every thrust, caress or touch of tongue from Tom. His focus was forced back into his mind.
Umbridge was screaming on the floor, boils covering most of her face, flaming red and obviously painful. Another Sectumsempra had her fall to the floor in a heap again.
"Now this is going to be wonderfully freeing. See, Cornelius will never hear about what I've done to you. Your body won't be recognisable enough when it's found.", Tom laughed loudly.
A slash of Tom's wrist and Umridge's body looked as if it was convulsing from the inside. Skin boiled over until finally an unidentifiable mass of flesh collapsed to the ground.
The connection broke off. Tom was still moving erratically inside of Harry.
"Now what do you say to her end, darling? Wasn't it magnificient?", Tom asked breathlessly.
Harry couldn't answer, the pleasure too much for him to handle.
"Oh, my poor darling.", Tom crooned into his ear.
A particularly harsh thrust had Harry keening loudly. One of Tom's hands had found his nipples again and flicked them harshly. Harry choked on his next moan. His husband was rubbing his thumb through the precome on his dick. It twitched hard at the contact. His mind was empty, only Tom's own conscience rubbing along Harry's was still there.
Harry wanted to beg but no words formed on his tongue.
He thought them in a desperate attempt for Tom to hear him.
Please! I need... I can't... It's too much. I need to... Please let me come! Please, Tom!
"But of course, my darling husband.", Tom hissed into his ear.
With a flick of Tom's wrist the bound high was let loose and Harry came hard.
His mind whitened out, a blinding pleasure shooting through him. He felt nothing at all and everything at once. The pleasure rushing through him felt hotter than lava.
As Harry's vision cleared, he could also feel his body again. His legs were still slightly trembling and his whole body shook with smaller aftershocks.
"Bloody hell, Tom.", Harry croaked. He must have screamed during his orgasm. Or maybe before that.
Tom was gently caressing Harry's torso, murmuring soft words into his ear.
"There you are back, my dear. What did you think about my surprise?", Tom asked gently, still caressing and massaging the feeling back into Harry's body.
The teenager let his body fall back into Tom and sighed contently.
"I could have done without the edging during dreams but damn this was spectacular. Umbridge so got what she deserved.", Harry chuckled.
Tom's chuckle vibrated through his back.
"You know I love to torture, Harry. With you it's just another form of it. But if you don't like me taking control as I did just now, we can change it up."
For the first time Harry could hear uncertainty tainting Tom's voice. He smiled gently, knowing how human Tom really was spread a warm feeling through his body.
"I loved it. Your voice alone in that commanding tone could probably make me come.", he confessed.
Tom hummed thoughtfully. "We'll have to test that. For now I have another proposition if you don't mind?"
Harry hesitated.
"I promise you it would be for my pleasure only and your body won't be strained again."
Harry laughed loudly, not entirely sure he could believe what Tom had just promised him.
"Tell me, my Lord. I am curious."
Harry's parseltongue made Tom hiss back at him, the soft cock still inside of Harry - he hadn't even noticed - giving an interested twitch.
"Do that again and I will break my promise, brat. My idea is more to the nature of keeping my spend inside of you."
Harry shivered in response. Tom had not bought a buttplug for him. Alone the thought of keeping his husband's come inside him had his dick making a valiant effort at coming back to life.
"I see you like the idea. You please me so much."
A wave of his hand and the buttplug was summoned. Tom stood them both up, catching Harry as his knees gave out. The man slowly extracted himself from Harry and before any of the come could leak, the plug was pushed in.
The feeling wasn't uncomfortable at all. It sat snug and didn't move an inch.
"Magical?", Harry asked breathlessly.
"Of course, darling. One of my best inventions. But I believe we should get cleaned and then get some food.", Tom said. Of course the man enchanted his own sex toys. Harry wanted to roll his eyes but found this kind of information endearing.
It didn't take long to clean themselves and get back into their clothes.
The day was spent walking around Hogsmeade, window shopping and Tom even gifted him something. It was a wandholster for his arm. Now no one was able to summon his wand while Harry was unaware. It would stay inside the holster until Harry flicked his wrist.
Tom was even curteous enough to bring him back to the Hogwarts Gate.
They shared a quick kiss.
"Be careful around that errand friends of yours. I believe them to be scheming.", Tom warned him.
Harry smiled gently.
"Of course, Tom. Be careful as well. I guess Dumbledore won't let you get away with everything."
Tom's smile was similar to that of a shark and Harry grinned back.
"I won't be fooled by that bastard."
Harry went back onto Hogwarts' grounds and a second later Tom disapparated away.
The moment he turned towards the walkway a stunner sent his way hit the shield around him provided by Tom's courting bracelet. It was absorbed pretty quickly and dissolved into fizzles of red. Harry smiled dangerously.
"So, you've come to do what? Take me away and kill me?", Harry asked his former best friends, flicking his wrist and raising his wand.