Masquerade Fucking
"Obessestion, Lust, Admiration, I think they come hand in hand in the conversation of love, don't you?"
The matron shrieked, simpering into a corner as her eyes wided, clinging onto the apron of her unifrom, clutching it tightly as it that could help her or the situation she found herself in, how idiotic.
"Devil boy, you devil boy!" She screamed, dragging him past the kitchen and throwing him down the flight of stairs into the cellar.
"You will stay there, until you've stopped your witchcraft! Do you hear me, devil child?"
Tom was three when he first showed signs, much younger then expected, but even then, he knew that it was special he was special; he was better.
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"Harry! Sit still." Tom felt his lips tug upwards into a smile; druella was one of the few people that he actually enjoyed the company of - and as he learned, her perparing harry for the masquerade seemed to be just as amusing.
"Ow! Do you have to pull so..-OW!- hard?" Tom felt his heart do a leap at the familiar voice; it was his voice afterall.
"I would not be needed to, if that thing you call hair would stay still!" She snapped, "stay still or help me merlin, I will gut you from the inside out before the masquerade starts!"
That woman really could be terrifying sometimes.
"My lord?"
"Yes, Abraxas?" Tom turned to the white-haired man, his tone switching between firm but also annoyed at having been interrupted.
"I must show you something, my lord."
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Tom raised his eyebrow at the scene infront of him; harry's mudblood and blood traitor friends infront of him, scrambling on the floor as they tried to fight against the ropes.
Are they dumb ?
"Well? What were you so desperately looking for that you...got tangled into...bondage?"
Tom heard their breaths stop for a moment, as they immediately halted their useless attempt at escape; from the thing, they had gotton themselves into.
The girl, Granger, looked up and Tom saw the absolute look of terror in her eyes as she poorly attempted to mask it with a poker face, that Tom could see right through.
He smiled at her, an exhausting action to the mudblood as all she did was look down, avoiding his eye.
"Tom." The Ginger one, blood-traitor, gritted out, reluctantly at him, glaring at Tom with such hatred, you'd think Tom murdered one of his family members.
Oh, wait.
"Weasley." This might take a while.
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He was fucking beautiful.
Was the first thought that Tom had as he turned his head with many others that had already arrived, towards the ballroom doors as he stepped out, with the girls on his side.
Tom had made sure that Abraxas had the glamours limited; that Tom could recognise everyone, but not a soul could see his true self, not until midnight anyway. Afterall, how would he know who harry was if he was disguised as someone else?
Druella was dressed extremely well, her hair was in a bun with a braid wrapped around it, while she left a few curled strands frame her hair.
Her dress was a very matching shade of blue to her eyes which clung to her body but the ends flowed as she stepped, along with a pair of white gloves that went up to her elbow that she kept pulling up when they slipped lower down.
Walburga was beside her, her hair surprisingly let down and free, her curls bounced as she stepped along with Druella, her gown was black; ofcourse, and quite modest but flattering as most of her clothing did.
Druella was undeniably a gorgeous woman, and Walburga was indeed aswell, even if most did not dare to comment on the fact due to her very easily-jealous husband-to-be.
But him? He was,
Mesmerising,
To say the least.
He was wearing a buttoned down with some ruffles on the top, lace wrapped around his very defined waist - a very extremely lovely waist.
Ontop of his ruffled bush of hair, sat a colourless flowercrown, Tom assumed Druella must've done it, it wasn't a ordinary crown, it braided into his hair; as to make sure it would not be accidently moved when he danced or simply turned too fast.
Smart.
He was pure white,
Angelic.
"May I?" Tom slowly but surely made his way to the glowing boy, slow enough to make sure he didn't seem desperate, fast enough so no one would steal him away.
Harry turned around from where he was talking to Druella; who had a wide smile on her face as she gently pushed him forward.
"I, um-uh," He seemed to flush harder and seemed to fiddle with the slip in his trousers that exposed his thigh slightly.
Fuck, this boy would be the end of him.
"I don't really know how to..uh, dance..like traditionally..?" Harry winced at his own words, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Tom chuckled, "That's okay, I'll lead."
Tom took harry's hand in his own and lead the way to the ballroom floor,
Harry's eyes stayed glued to the floor, occasionally looking up but then his cheeks seemed to redden and he looked back down.
How cute.
They spun around along with the other pairs, one which was Lestrange and Druella, She knows it him, just by the way he's trying to charm her, and he knows its her by the way she spins and subtly leads the dance, but neither will say what they already know,
They don't want this to end.
Walburga and Orion danced in comfortable silence between eachother, he smiles every other step, he knows she doesn't love him like he loves her, but he doesn't mind, aslong as he has her.
Tom's eyes are drawn to the corner of the room to which he laughs softly which makes harry look up at the noise.
At another spin, Tom leans closer, "Look." He motions towards the fatherest corner from them, where Flora is standing, her arms crossed as shes yelling at a young boy.
The youngest Yaxley's son, who just spits his tounge out at her while clinging onto a much taller but young boy besides him.
The avery's eldest son.
Harry smiled, and merlin how it made Tom's heart shatter.
His smile was so warm, bright, so, so, pure.
"May I show you something, harry?"
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His lips are so soft, soft like the very first snowfall in the winter, like running through a field of flowers on a sunny day where its windy enough so you don't feel exhausted.
His lips make Tom simply want to melt into them, to fall into this space of time and never ever return to the true realities of the real world that lays upon them.
"I never told you my name."
"You didn't."
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" Five , " Tom heard harry breath in sharply,
" Four , "
" Three , "
" Two , " Tom pressed his lips against harry's once more, to which he instantly melted into it, the younger boy letting out a breathed laugh.
" One , " The clock struck midnight,
Harry opened his eyes.
"I-what?" Tom stopped himself from laughing at the other boy's face; a mixed expression of confusion, guilt, horror even, but nevertheless his cheeks still burned bright red, and he did not make any move to remove Tom's grip off.
"Yes, love?"
With that, harry's cheeks glowed in the dark room they had escaped to mere minutes ago, he made a feeble attempt to move past Tom, even while being underneath him.
Adorable, really.
Tom replied to this extremely idiotic unnecessary attempt by reconnecting their lips, pulling away before harry had any time to from a reaction to it, his lips hovered just above harry's, so close he could hear the other boy's heart thump in his chest.
Tom smiled and leaned forward,
"Don't pretend you don't want it."
As the words were spoken, he cupped harry's cheek and pressed his mouth onto harry's, who was somewhat trembling beneath him as he slipped his hand onto harry's thigh through the slip. Thank merlin for Druella's fashion sense.
Perhaps it was the drinks,
Perhaps he was tired,
Tom didn't care why,
But harry had kissed him back.
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"Harrison!-
-Where were you? " Druella's motherly voice echoed through the halls, as she coddled over to harry when she spotted him.
"Did you run off with that good-looking fellow? Alone? Harry, that's very scandalous, you didn't do anything right?"
Even without looking at him, Tom could basically feel harry's face redden at the suggestion, but wasn't it true?
"No!..uh-no, no we, we didn't."
Tom smiled, his boy was a dirty little liar wasn't he? How expected.
"If you say so," Even druella didn't believe a word he was saying, "let's get back, orion and walburga are arguing again."
"Yeah, let's do that."
Tom heard a pair of footsteps decend down the now abandoned hallway, the noise bouncing off the walls around him.
He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, bringing it to the lips that had been pressed onto every surface of his body, and lighting it.
He breathed in, inhailing the smoke a few times before vanishing the cigarette, shoving the pack back into his pocket and making his way down the hallway,
A smile playing on his lips.
Harry was Tom's.
Tom's to corrupt,
Tom's little pure angel,
Afterall, he did come back just for Tom didn't he?
And he was not going back.
Tom would make sure of it.