A Choice And A Kiss (and a bit more)
" In life and In death . "
"No."
Tom couldn't be his fated, because--because tom was everything harry was raised to fight against, born to, the bad, the evil, the darkness.
Tom couldn't be the only way to stop his magic from fading.
He couldn't be.
Harry couldn't trusts Tom with his soul.
Harry couldn't--wouldn't love Tom.
He shouldn't.
What would hermione and Ron think?
What do they think now? Locked in a basement while you think over your decision, come on, harry, you're the one keeping them there.
They could go home.
Why not let them?
"No." He said again, more to himself then Tom,
No. No. No. No. No.
"No." He shook his head.
"Harry." Tom took a step towards him,
And harry fell.
He felt sticky and hot and disgusting, how could his fated be Tom? That's--thats wrong.
He was a monster.
He couldn't love a monster.
His head span and then it stopped.
Everything stopped and his world went black.
" What ? "
" Oh , harry don't tell me you couldn't hear me ? "
" I--I can't make that choice . "
" Yes you can . "
" Be brave , harry , it's okay . " Druella's voice came from behind him, but he couldn't turn to look at her, his eyes remained on Tom's.
" It's either I go home , and they stay trapped in your little basment so you can--what ? Experiment on them ? Use them ? "
Tom took a step closer and leaned into his ear, " I'll only ever use you , " his voice seemed almost desperate .
" I'll use you to give me pleasure , and I'll give u pleasure in return . Stay with me , harry . "
Tom leaned away,
" You want your friends to be happy don't you ? They'll be happy in their time-line , they have families .
And Ron's right , you don't have family in that time-line , " Ron lowered his head, his face going as red as his hair as hermione glared at him.
" I'll give you two days . "
Harry woke on a bed and Tom staring right at him, his eyes flickering from red to green, green to red.
"Tom?" Red.
"Harry, is your head okay?" Green.
"Harry?" Red.
"I'm--okay, erm--what?--"
"-you fainted, derivation of sleep and you haven't had anything to eat today."
Tom leaned over harry to place a cold towel on his forehead, causing shivers to go down his spine but he kept still because his head wasn't spinning anymore.
"You need to take care of yourself, better," Tom hummed, grazing harry's eyebrows, then his eyes, then his cheekbones, all the way done to his chin.
"As my fiancée, afterall."
"What?" Harry shot up.
Tom furrowed his eyebrows in, genuine confusion? That--was a first.
"Didn't you read the book? If you agree to go to the celebration, and to find your fated, our betrothal is immediate."
Harry mind was scrambled.
He was engaged,
To the dark lord.
"Oh." His body seem to loose its energy as he slumped onto his back on the bed and his forehead pounded once more.
"You should get some sleep, my darling." Tom leaned down to give harry a kiss on his cheek before he moved down his neck, planting ticklish pecks onto the skin.
Harry let out a invoultiary giggle, "Stop that!" He laughed and felt Tom grin on his skin.
When Tom had reached a certain spot on harry's neck, it had turned out to be quite sensitive indeed as just the brush of contact between the surface and Tom's lips had been enough to make the boy let out a small moan.
Tom raised his head from harry's neck and smirked, "Like that?"
And harry, because he was high of euphoria and adrenaline and was clearly still drunk from the celebration nodded.
Not because he actually liked the way Tom touch made his body feel.
No way.
"Use your words, love."
Harry felt himself flush, "I--I do."
Tom lowered his head and harry bit his lip to keep any noises inside of his mouth but nonetheless, they escaped anyway and made him redden even harder; to Tom's amusement.
"Your ginger and muggleborn friend want to go home." Tom sucked on the skin, making harry grip a hand onto Tom's shoulder which only made the dark-haired boy press on it harder, making it difficult for harry to answer Tom's statment at all.
"I--ah-, they--mhm, do?"
"They do, I can lock them in the basement forever or in another accommodation if you have sentimental attachment to them, but if you want them to stay, I can't let them be free."
Harry frowned.
"I want them to be free." Tom kissed his earlobe,
"Even if you have to see them leave?"
"I-" Tom's hand slipped into harry's trousers.
Harry squealed, flinching backwards automatically, but Tom's hands kept him exactly where he was--where Tom wanted him.
"Do you want them to leave?"
"Tom--, Tom!" Tom's hands went further down, teasing harry as his fingertips grazed the underlining of his boxers.
"Well?" He smirked, meeting harry's eye for the first time it felt, since he awoke.
"I want them to be happy--if being free, if going back--," Harry whimpered as Tom's fingertips start to gaze his stomach, right above his boxers,
And felt himself warm up out of embarrassment the very next moment.
"If it'll make them happy, I want them to leave." He managed.
"Be mine." Tom muttered.
"What?"
"Be mine."
"Tom--"
"I love you, the God's don't listen to people like me, but by heavens sake, even they can see my infatuation with you, I would go on my knees and beg them to let me keep you,
if love is a fool's curse then by Merlin I am a cursed man. You are as beautiful as the sun and moons, the day and the night, the oceans and the land,
Yet, you are so much more then those things.
You are more then nature itself.
You showed me something so many said I couldn't have; Love.
After decades of starving and yearning, when love and affection has finally been bestowed upon you, how can you possibly bear the delight of it's taste? Each bite devours me from the inside out, to my very bones.
I did not even have a table cloth, I was not perpeared for what you make me feel;
I was not perpeared for you.
You were the bane of my existence; and now you are center of it all.
I want you, I want to belong to you and I want you to belong to me, wholly, and for eternity beyond.
Say you want me too, say you're mine. "
"Tom,"
"Say it, say you're mine."
Harry breathed in sharply,
"I'm yours."
Then, Tom's hand slipped into his boxers and harry became a moaning mess.