Chapter 7
"Obessestion is not love."
"How would you know the difference?"
He was magnificent.
Tom had become infatuated with the boy as soon as his name was called out.
Harrison James Potter.
The first thing he noticed was his name; another Potter? But he learned soon enough that he was not related to the Potter family directly.
And the current Potter's at hogwarts knew nothing of his existence.
Fascinating.
The second thing he noticed was his eyes, bright emeralds that seemed to shine as he stood up and made his way to that dusty old hat.
When slytherin was called out; Tom couldn't help but smile as he clapped along with the other slytherins; he had not had a interesting year in a while.
The boy stood up and pratically stomped; quite adorably, his way to the table and then sat, his eyes burning through the table.
This; that boy, would be a fun challenge.
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The first minor occurance that seemed... odd in a way, concerning the boy, was that he seemed very resentful of Tom,
Even if they had never met before, harrison hated the boy with such a force that when he spoke of his name, he spat it out with fury.
The other slytherins were waiting, orion seemed paranoid of what exactly Tom would do to the unmannered very unnecessarily rude addition to the house,
Tom simply smiled, he was amused by this...act..., he did not believe it was anything dangerous, afterall, if he really was a danger, he would've shown it by now, though, one thing was for certain,
The pretty boy had some fire in him.
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On his and Potter's outing with Flora; to which she had made a somewhat offensive comment against mudbloods which seemed to stun the other boy;
As he did not try to join or start a conversation of any kind after it, silently walking beside him; his eyes glued to the pavement, Tom was suprised he didn't run into anything as he didn't glance up to meet flora's, or his eye; not once.
Look at me with those beautiful eyes, won't you?
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Harrison - harry - as he liked to be called, was quite mysterious indeed, not even orion seemed to know much about the boy; even if he was starting to warm up to the other boy.
When he walked past dumbledore's office one afternoon and heard hushed voices: so familar to his and his friends? As well as the clear but some what unconfident Dumbeldore's, that would be a first.
Tom couldn't resist to listen in, to see just what had Potter and his two griffendors gotton up to so much so that Albus Dumbledore seemed unsure of his own words?
'...Time Turners....'
'....two at max...'
'...magic...'
Tom had been right; this boy, would prove to be interesting, indeed.
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Louis Rosier was known as the quiet one of the house, self-resevered, polite but nothing more, nothing less.
The heir to The Rosier's, though he had several older cousins whom which would inherit the name much earlier then when he would,
Not many thought of him to be anything special or useful; but Tom wasn't daft or blind by any means in this aspect.
Louis Rosier had the gift of visions; knowing certain things, they come and go, according to the rosier.
Tom pondered a while after overhearing the trio and dumbledore's conversation, but nonetheless he soon began to search for the Rosier heir in the castle.
"Louis." The boy looked up from his spot in the fatherest coner of the libary, a book in his lap, he nodded, as if not at all suprised about Tom's entrance.
"Tom." Louis greeted,
"What," he paused, meeting the boy's eyes, "can you tell me about the Potter half-blood ?"
Louis smiled.
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He had to see if louis predication was correct ,
Every single time, Rosier had been right.
But ,
He had to be sure.
He couldn't risk i t .
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Tom had found Harrison layed out on the door room floor, unconscious,
He was going to wake him, he was.
His lips, oh those gorgeous-ly soft looking lips, were parted, breathing in slowly as his hair was sprawled on the floor.
He's even more lovelier when unconscious.
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The night of the party, when he found harry alone, watching Druell and Lestrange's...interaction, and as Tom watched his face fall as he explained the marriage contract between the two, he felt his heart burn.
As he leaned in, and pressed his lips against harry's own trembling ones; tasting the alcohol he had clearly indulged in that night, he let the kiss deepen, for his own pleasure; even if harry seemed to be enjoying himself more.
He didn't mean to push through into harry's mind; it was like harry was pushing it to him, how interesting indeed.
As he leaned back, pulling his lips from harry's, he saw a glimpse of what? Annoyance? That Tom had pulled away?
This boy would be the end of him, if he kept looking at Tom that way.
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As Tom heard harry awaken the following morning; preceeding the act that he had no recalling of the previous night at all to orion and druella;
But when Tom caught his eye during breakfast, a deep flush fell onto his face, how cute.
Tom knew one thing: he would make this boy, his.
"Are you postivily correct that you did not see a thing, last night?" Tom smirked at Druella's concerning voice, she was obviously worried harry had seen her and lestrange being...to intimate for an un-wed couple.
Tom did not see the problem when he first came to know of their arrangement, they were already to-be-wed and it's not like they could break the contract; though, they did not seem like they even wanted to.
"What could I have possibly seen?" Harry's exasperated voice responded, seemingly already tired of answering questions he already did a mere hours before.
Tom did not hear druella's reply; if she said one.
"My lord?" Abraxas murmured, he was one of Tom's most trusted knight; if not his best-'friend' if you so will.
"Yes, Abraxas?"
"My betrothed: fiancée, Lystia, you remember her, yes?" Abraxas' betrothed was a lovely woman, her mother was a close friend of Tom's own mother before her passing, and lystia had inherited her mother's elegance and wit.
"Yes, yes I do, she was quite polite and witty, I do believe you chose the right one, Abraxas." The fairer man beamed at his approval, carrying on with a smile,
"She wishes to know if you are coming to the masquerade, and if you are pleased with the mask she provided or if you wished for a new one."
He handed Tom a dark black mask that would only show his eyes when worn, aswell as a baby blue coloured card with the following inscription carved into it:
' Formally Invited to the Y A X L E Y masquerade ,
masks are provided and identity spells will be placed at your arrival ;
which shall drop at M I D N I G H T . '
Tom smiled, looking towards the sofa where Druella and Harry were still somewhat bickering, harry's pink so very soft lips were still tainted.
"It would be my pleasure."