Oh shoot

Tom groaned as he opened his eyes to the bright light of his dorm room.
Looking down at himself Tom noticed Harry was fast asleep against his chest, and that Tom was almost spooning him. Tom quirked an eyebrow at that before scoffing to himself. He stretched very slightly before raising his head off his pillow. Harry moaned lightly as Tom tried to gently pry Harry from his chest. Harry nuzzled his head further under Tom’s chin. Huffing, Tom stopped moving and started gently petting Harry’s hair. A cat. Harry was basically a clumsy and graceless kitten, trying to find his feet. Lazy, but ever so cute. Tom eventually grew bored of the lack of entertainment. Rolling out of bed, Tom quickly drew himself a hot shower and selected a dark green robe. Brushing his hair back, he watched as Harry sat up sloppily.

“G’d morning,” Harry mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Tom snorted at Harry’s mess of his hair.

“Hadrian, we have classes today,” Tom spoke, drawing slightly. Harry groaned and hit his head with a pillow.

“Tom-” Harry started.

“No. Come on now, I will not be late because of you,” Tom said, watching him from the side of his eye as Harry quickly changed into clean robes. Tom rolled his eyes as he noticed Harry was wearing one of his freshly pressed Slytherin robes.

“Tom-” Harry yelled, ducking out of Tom’s way quickly as Tom tried to comb Harry’s hair.

“Hadrian, god knows what I did in the future, you will come back here so I can brush your knots out!” Tom scowled, swatting the boy gently with the brush.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered, as he practically crawled over to Tom and sat on his lap.

Tom froze as he watched and felt Harry climb onto his lap so he could brush his hair. His future self would have made Harry sit in his lap while he brushed his hair. It’s nothing out of the normal- father and son bonding! Well, except future Tom, being a dark lord as well as Harry’s father, probably wouldn’t have forced them to marry. Marriage. Only for the Slytherin name. Gaunt name. Well, that’s ironic, Incest at its best. Well, it wasn't like he, Tom Marvolo Riddle, had Harry. Hadrian wasn’t HIS child. Kind of. Tom tried to push these thoughts away.

Tom quickly brushed all of Harry’s knots out gently. Harry whimpered when Tom got to a particularly matted knot. Tom felt his pants tighten when he heard that delectable moan from Harry. Who was also sitting on his lap, smelling of Tom since he stole his cologne as well as his soap and shampoo. And wore his clothes. Tom quickly shoved Harry off his lap, disgusted by himself.

“Tom?” Harry mumbled, turning to look at him.

Tom quickly flicked his wand at Harry, muttering a switching spell which changed Harry’s robes, (Well, Tom’s robes) into Hufflepuff ones. Harry muttered a quick thanks before rushing into the lounge, no doubt to get socks, which he forgot.

Tom took the chance to quickly go into the bathroom and lock the door. Tom looked down at his obvious bulge in his pants. How? He got turned on by his own son? Is he really that messed up, lightly pressing his hand to his pants, he muffled his groan at the friction. Pausing slightly when he heard footsteps, Tom bit his lip.

“Tom?” Harry’s gentle voice quavered slightly, as if he was trying not to cry.

Why? Why would he be upset- Oh. He thought Tom had left him to go to breakfast.

“In the bathroom, Harry, I will meet you down in 15,” Tom said, his voice husky, as he started to move his hand again. Listening and nodding to himself as Harry’s cheerful voice responded and agreed. Tom strained his ears, and signed in relief as he heard the front door close, symbolising Harry had left the dorm.

Great. Now he can sort out his little problem-

Abraxas was bored. Sitting in the common room, his robes were freshly ironed and pressed. Turning his head slightly, Malfoy caught a glimpse of someone walking out of the common room. Was that-

“Gaunt?” Malfoy asked, eyeing up this petite boy, who was smiling gently.

“Good morning Abraxas!” Harry chirped.

“Are you going to breakfast?” Malfoy found himself enquiring, leaning down slightly to be closer to the shorter boy.

“Yep! Wanna come?” Hadrian asked, hie eyes wide and welcoming.

“I would be delighted,” Malfoy responded, testing the waters as he bent down to clutch Gaunt’s hand. Watching his face carefully, Abraxas saw Harry’s face light up and hold onto his hand tightly back.

If that wasn’t the cutest thing. Little, short, adorable Hadrian. He would be great with children. There were potions males can take to bear children- maybe Abraxas should do some research- that would help him if all goes according to plan.

By the time Abraxas cleared his head, he realised they had just walked into the great hall. Leading Hadrian over to the Slytherin table, he sat down at the best seat, right in the middle. Abraxas pulled Hadrian into his lap and smirked as he noticed Harry’s bright red blush.

“Toast?” Malfoy asked his boy, who was squirming slightly. He reached for the toast as Harry nodded. Malfoy flexed his hips up slightly against Harry, as a reflex from Gaunt’s relentless wiggling. Harry quickly stilled at the movement and stiffened his back considerably.
“Hadrian?” Malfoy asked, concerned, as he rubbed his hands all over Harry’s back and chest, trying to massage and soothe him. Harry moaned lightly as Abraxas gripped Harry’s hips tightly, no doubt leaving bruises. A loud noise behind Abraxas made him turn away from this angel who was happy to just be around him.

Catching eye contact with flaming red eyes, belonging to an angry face of Tom Riddle, Abraxas quickly regretted all of this. What was he thinking? He needs to stop thinking with his dick! Obviously Gaunt was already claimed by Tom! He’s an idiot, and now he is going to pay the price.

“Riddle-” Abraxas started, only to stop as Harry climbed out of his lap and half ran over to Tom. Stopping in front of him to raise his arms like a baby, Tom curled a lip and picked him up carefully. Walking over to Malfoy, Tom scowled.

“Abraxas, leave. I will have a ‘discussion’ with you afterwards. Go, now.” Tom scowled, no doubt only letting Abraxas run and hide because Tom couldn’t do anything in the great hall in front of everyone, and he had his hands full of Harry.

Hands full of Harry.

Literally.