How odd
Harry was tired. He had been dragged around all day by Tom, as he had to do ‘duties’ with his minions and wouldn’t let Harry out of his sight. Tom demanded that Harry be with him for the pathetic reason of, ‘I need to make sure you are safe at all times’ Gosh, that excise makes Harry yawn.
Harry grumbled softly as Tom leaned back on a chair. Tom had firmly asked him to sit on the floor once more. Why? Harry hasn’t a clue because there isn’t even a meeting today! But Harry nodded quickly before sitting down on the cold floor, without even a cushion. Harry started up at Tom, watching as he pulled his Potions textbook out and started making notes for his homework. Is he seriously just wanting Harry to sit on the floor while he did his homework? Harry squirmed on the floor before yawning slightly out of boredom. Tom frowned as he looked down at Harry.
“Hadrian? I am trying to do my school work,” Tom firmly said, indicating he wanted Harry to stay silent and still. Harry groaned before banging his head against Tom’s chair’s legs.
Tom scowled at the boy who was disrupting his thoughts before schooling his face to look more pleasant.
“Harry?” He cooed softly, “Is the floor too cold?” He asked, watching intently as Harry nodded quickly. Tom smiled slightly before opening his legs and patting his thigh. Harry tilted his head, confused as Tom chuckled.
“Hadrian you can come and sit on my lap if you prefer, or stay on the floor, I am being very generous to give you options,” Tom drawled, talking softly yet his chosen words cut like a knife.
Harry frowned as he pondered his options. Cold, hard floor, or Tom’s lap? Obviously the second. Harry quickly crawled forward and settled himself in Tom’s lap, wiggling around gently trying to find a good spot. Tom grabbed his hips and held his body down tightly before releasing his hands to grab his book once more to read. Harry fidgeted more as Tom huffed and put the book down. He quickly and efficiently turned Harry around and placed his legs so they fell on either side of him and so that their chests were touching. Harry nestled his head under Tom’s chin and closed his eyes as Tom went back to his book.
Tom couldn’t read right now. The book was boring and he had already learned it. This was more of a test. He wanted to see how far he could push Hadrian, he wanted to know the limits. He had practically dragged Hadrian around all day like a dog. He thought Harry was going to snap when he made him sit on the floor like his last meeting. Except it was just the two of them and there were chairs in the room. And Harry didn’t have a cushion. But Tom was very impressed when he saw Harry just sit down. He did notice how impatient Harry was on the cold floor and felt pity for the boy. He didn’t know why but he allowed the boy to sit on his lap. Harry leaped at the chance but kept fidgeting, Harry didn’t know what he was doing to him, surely not. Tom quickly turned Harry around into more of a comfortable position then went back to fake reading that boring book. He was about to take Harry back to bed, but then looking down at the boy he noticed he was fast asleep. It just had been minutes! That surely shouldn’t be normal, maybe he was very tired? He felt safe and comfortable enough to snooze on Tom’s lap? He did feel warmer than usual, and almost, more familiar, Tom realized, subtly allowing Harry to further cuddle into his chest. It felt almost as if Harry and he were the same. Like Harry was him. Like… Tom couldn’t explain the weird feeling. Was it because he was Harry’s father? Or something entirely else?
Tom pondered on that thought as Harry subconsciously tilted his head up and allowed Tom full vision to his face, showing his forehead, and Tom’s gaze caught the lightning bolt scar.
Tom raised a finger to Harry’s forehead, eager to press his finger against it as he felt a soft, warm, inviting emotion rumble deep inside of him. The scar felt magical, pure, and beautiful. Felt like his magic.
How, peculiar.