Cockblocking Cats
Tom knew his boy would be devastated when he realised. After both of their exams were over and they spent the whole weekend in bed, celebrating what was sure to be extraordinary results for the both of them, Tom knew that when Haddy realised that the end of Tom’s NEWT’s meant the end of the Slytherin’s time at Hogwarts, his boy would be heartbroken. And he was.
Haddy barely left Tom’s side that summer, even going so far as to invite Tom on ‘Time Travel Weekends’, weekends that sometimes lasted months, anything to keep Tom close to him for just a little bit longer.
But like all things, their long summer holidays had to come to an end at some point. Haddy had to go back to Hogwarts and Tom needed to finally join the world of work and establish himself as an important, nigh invaluable member of Wixen society. Who knew Tom could accomplish all this and more whilst also making Haddy incandescently happy?
Pomona Sprout of course.
After the record-breaking success of this years Hufflepuff examinees, Pomona Sprout knew she had only one person to thank. Since Tom Riddle began tutoring her Hufflepuffs in his Fifth Year, her Badgers had soared academically, not only had their exam results improved in leaps and bounds, socially, they have become more confident and self-assured, less prone to bullying by the other houses. No longer were Hufflepuff’s the house of the weak-willed or the unremarkable, they had returned to their roots, a House of pride, perseverance, loyalty and friendship. Tom Riddle restored the glory to House Hufflepuff and in turn gained the everlasting loyalty of their Head of House.
Which is how Tom was able to be in Hogwarts, on September 1st, Deputy Head of House Hufflepuff, mere months after he thought he had left the school for good.
Tom was anxious, although no one else would be able to notice. He sat there, straight faced and stoic as the Great Hall was slowly filled by his ex-schoolmates. When the students finally realised who the stranger sat next to Professor Sprout was, they pointed, stared and whispered, the Slytherins were especially shocked and delighted. Tom Riddle, the Heir of Slytherin, back where he belongs.
Tom would be thrilled by all this attention, if it wasn’t for one tiny issue, the tiny issue being that he hadn’t told Haddy he would be here. Tom had wanted to tell him, but it had taken the majority of the Summer for Sprout to convince the other professors (especially Dumbledore) that yes, Tom was absolutely necessary, and qualified enough to be Deputy Head of Hufflepuff, and Tom didn’t want to see Haddy’s heartbroken face if it turned out the ex-Head Boy wouldn’t get the position after all. By the time the job was confirmed, and Tom had packed all his worldly possessions ready to go back to Hogwarts, there was less than a day before the start of term. Hopefully Tom being here will be enough of a pleasant surprise to hold of Haddy’s anger.
Tom’s musings were cut short at the appearance of his boy, and, wow, how is it possible that his perfect boy gets even more beautiful every time he sees him. Tom craned his neck so he could see the Sixth Year better, crowds of Second and Third Years (who were all taller than Haddy) intermittently blocking Tom’s view.
Haddy’s hair was even longer, tumbling down his back in loose, beachy waves, his eyes were still as luminescent as ever, still holding that childlike gleam despite the saddened pout on his pink lips. His robes were formfitting, as all young Pureblood heirs’ ought to be, showing of the delicious curves that had formed a year ago. His boy was an absolute vision, an angel.
An angel who was talking to a cat.
A cat that was draped over his boy’s shoulders.
A cat that was dressed suspiciously similar to how Tom dressed in his Seventh Year.
A cat who had been charmed to have maroon, almost red eyes. The exact same shade as Tom’s.
What the fuck?
Unbeknownst to Tom, whilst he had been processing this unexpected… development, Haddy had finally realised exactly who was sitting next to his Head of House, and he looked absolutely gobsmacked.
The next hour was a blur for Tom and Haddy both. Tom stood gracefully, if absentmindedly, as he was introduced as the Deputy Head of Hufflepuff. Haddy mechanically ate during the feast, hardly tasting the food in his mouth. By the time Dippet was lamenting the late hour and ushering the students to bed, both Tom and Haddy were tripping over their robes to get to each other.
“Sweetheart!” Tom called out, barely being heard over the raucous of thousands of students clamouring to leave.
“Shnookums!” Haddy replied, equally as desperate to reunite with his boyfriend.
They met in the middle of the now almost empty hall, Haddy immediately taking a running jump into Tom’s arms, wrapping his own arms and legs around the man, as desperately as a touch starved octopus. The few remaining teachers and students whispered and giggled at the display, an emotional Pomona Sprout sighing, “Ahh, young love”, before ushering everyone else out, allowing the besotted couple to reunite in peace.
Haddy was trembling in Tom’s arms, holding him so tightly as if to reassure himself that this was real, Tom was actually there.
“H-how? Why… I don’t understand. How are you here?”
Tom chuckles and moves his head back slightly so he could look into his boys beautiful, teary eyes.
Smirking, the older boy teasingly responds, “Well if you don’t want me here, I’m sure Pomona could find another Deputy Head.”
Haddy lets out a wet sounding laugh, lightly hitting Tom on the shoulder in admonishment.
“You know what I meant you meanie, how come you’re back at Hogwarts?” Suddenly Haddy’s tone shifted towards anger, “And how come you didn’t tell me you jerk!”
Tom sighs dramatically and interlocks his fingers behind Haddy’s back, stopping his petulant boy from trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
Putting on his most charming grin, Tom leans forward and seductively whispers in the Hufflepuff’s ear, “That’s a story for another time darling, for now, I think we should focus on getting reacquainted.” Tom begins trailing soft, open mouthed kisses down the boy’s neck, which was steadily turning a delightful pink colour at the attention.
“W-wait, Tom-” His boy stammers, only to be interrupted by his own moan when the older boy nips at his adams apple.
“C’mon Sweetheart”, Tom whispers into Haddy’s skin, “haven’t you missed me?”
The ex-head boy’s fingers dip slightly into the top of Haddy’s trousers, lightly caressing his lower back.
Haddy exhales a stuttered moan, “Y-you know I have Tommy.”
Tom lets his fingers delve deeper before quickly grabbing Haddy’s arse cheeks in a tight possessive hold. Haddy’s squeal of alarm turns into a moan of pleasure as Tom once again claims his mouth with a deep, bruising kiss.
Tom pulls back slightly, just enough so that their panting breaths can still be felt on each other’s lips, smirking, he taunts, “Then prove it to me Darling.”
The look in Haddy’s eyes is absolutely feral and Tom’s stomach flips in anticipation, tonight might possibly become the most magical night of his life so far.
Grinning in triumph, Tom leans in to seal the deal with a kiss, but, in a move oddly reminiscent of their first night together, instead of Tom’s lips being met with those of his boyfriends, he is stopped in his tracks by a hand.
A very furry hand.
A creepily small hand.
A hand that actually was a paw.
Tom opens his eyes in disbelief to find the creepy Tom-look-alike cat still stretched over Haddy’s shoulders, glaring at Tom with its creepy red eyed stare.
Haddy, finally noticing that something was wrong, opens his eyes in confusion.
All of a sudden, the glaring, hate-filled feline is gone, replaced by a wide-eyed, innocent kitty who immediately begins nuzzling into its owner’s face. Haddy giggles at the action, unwrapping his arms from around Tom’s shoulders and scratching the beast under its chin.
No. Way.
No fucking way Tom Riddle gets cockblocked by an animal that shits in a tray!
Tom (in a move that always drives Haddy wild) wraps both hands around his boy’s tiny waist until the tips of his fingers overlap and tilts his head down so he can seduce his boy into becoming pliant and submissive once more.
“Sweetheart-”
“Meow”
Tom side-eyes the attention seeking feline before carrying on, “Sweetheart did I tell you-”
“Meow meow, meow meow meow meow-”
Tom grits his teeth trying to regain his composure before continuing in a slightly louder voice, “-how ravishing you look tonight? I could just bend you over right he-”
“MEOW MEOW MEOW!”
That fucking does it!
Tom grabs the animal by its scruff, yanking it off Haddy’s neck. The animal responds in kind, unsheathing its deadly looking claws. Wand drawn and teeth bared, animal and human ready themselves to end this thing for good.
“TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE!?”
Two identical sets of red eyes go wide, their guilty gazes snapping towards the furious and alarmed looking Haddy.
“Just what do you think you’re doing to my kitty?”
Tom and Cece The Cockblocker are still frozen mid-fight when Haddy stomps over, thighs jiggling on impact (stop Tom, focus) carefully pulling the cat out of Tom’s hold.
“There there baby, was that bastard being mean to you?” Haddy asks in a babyish tone.
Tom folds his arms over his chest, “Why yes, he was, that thing should be-”
“I wasn’t talking to you!” Haddy snaps at him whilst straightening the little monster’s Slytherin tie shaped collar.
Haddy lifts the cat higher so its head could rest on Haddy’s shoulder, the same shoulder Tom was leaving hickeys on mere minutes ago. The Hufflepuff cuddles the cat close, patting its bum soothingly, as if the beast was a distraught infant.
“Ohh, don’t worry baby, Mama’s here, Mama won’t let the bad man hurt you, shh shh.”
The conniving overgrown rat lets out a pitiful mewl, leaning into Haddy’s touch and purring loudly.
With one last glare at Tom, Haddy twirls around, marching towards the doors to the Great Hall, muttering endearments to the Haddy-thieving beast all the way.
Recognising that the night of bliss Tom had been fantasising about for weeks was becoming less and less likely, he calls out to Haddy in a desperate last-ditch attempt to salvage the night, “C’mon Sweetheart! I wasn’t going to kill it… Just a light Crucio, like an electric collar!”
Haddy gasps in anger, spinning around and holding the cat protectively to his chest. Seemingly lost for words, Tom’s boy stutters, “You-you. Agh. You are sleeping on the couch mister!”
With a final screech, Haddy turns on his heel, slamming the massive wooden doors behind him.
Confused, pissed off, and regrettably still horny, Tom mutters to himself, “I don’t even have a couch?”