Oh shoot

Harry woke up with his face tucked under Tom’s chin. He knew Tom was awake because he was rubbing circles soothingly into Harry’s back. Yawning slightly, he pushed his face futher into Tom, ignoring his amused huff. 

“Harry, I have classes this morning,” Tom says, lowering his hand to Harry’s lower back.

“Hm?” Harry mumbles, closing his eyes once more. 

Tom huffs before flipping them both over, Harry under him, wrapped delicately in sheets, with Tom towering over him, his body covering Harry’s. 

Harry kicked his legs from underneath Tom, struggling to get free. Tom grinned at Harry’s frustrated expression.

“Tom, get off- Your heavy!” Harry moans, trying to free himself. 

“Harry, I thought we could try what you were doing last night together, after all, you have done it before with me and expressed clearly you want to,” Tom says importantly, holding Harry down into the mattress.

“What? Right- right now?” Harry stutters, his face confused yet excited.

“Shhh- just let me do it, stop moving,” Tom says, no longer pining Harry down, yet still leaving some weight on him so he doesn’t move. 

Harry looks very confused yet smiles unsurely at the prospect of playing gobstones with Tom. 

Tom janks the blankets and sheets that were tightly wrapped around Harry and feats his eyes upon the petite boy, his curly locks spread deliciously across Tom’s pillow, he is wearing a shrunken version of Tom’s own silk pajama’s, and my god, doesn’t he look delectable. His shirt had risen ever so slightly, showing the barest glimpse to Tom of Harry’s pure, unblemished golden skin. Licking his lips, Tom shrugged his own shirt off carelessly.

Harry’s eyes widened as he watched as Tom took his shirt off, on top of him. What was he doing?

“Tom, why are you getting changed on top of me?” Harry asked quickly, shielding his eyes politely from Tom, giving him as much privacy as he can give to someone who is on top of him.

“Shh- I can sort you out in a second, sweetheart,” Tom smiled, thinking his clingy boy wants Tom to take his own shirt off.

Harry was shocked silent and still as Tom bent down on top of him and started to undo his pajamas.

“What are you doing- Stop!” Harry called out, fidgeting and squirming. 

Tom grinned, showing his sharp teeth off in a vicious grin.

“You like acting darling? You want it rough? Or you want me to be gentle?” Tom asked, sliding Harry’s shirt off, ignoring his cry’s of confusion.

“Tom!” Harry cried out, confused as to why he was acting like this.

“Honey, let me take control, I know what to do,” Tom says mockingly, kissing down Harry’s neck. 

“What! Tom-” Harry cried out, squirming mor ethen ever now, trying to get away from tom who was attacking his chest with his tongue and teeth.

“Darling, you will be quiet or I will silence you, I think I have a great idea on how I can get you to be quiet,” Tom says, his eyes stuck on Harry’s mouth.

Harry shivered as Tom unconsciously licked his lips and bent down even more, to whisper into Harry ear.

“No Tom please- I don’t know-” Harry mumbled, his eyes going wide as Tom grinned manically.

“Well darling, I gave you chance, many actually, guess we have to put your mouth to work,” he said, clutching Harry’s hip.

“No Tom- Stop! Can you stop! Listen to me! STOP!” Harry yelled, kicking and squirming more the ever. Tom stopped and raised an eyebrow at Harry.

“This is NOT gobstones- what are you doing!?” Harry yelled, scowling at Tom.

“Darling- Gobstones? What are you talking about?” Tom said, his face flushed yet confused.

“Me and Nott were playing gobstones? You wanted to as well? But now you were doing god knows what that was-” Harry mumbled off.

Tom froze. He was an idiot. A dumb stupid idiot who let his dick control his mind. Why did he automatically assume they were doing- Tom fished his wand out.

“Tom?” Harry questioned, looking slightly frightened as Tom pointed his yew wand at him.

“Sorry Darling, this was my fault, but I assume we can carry this on much later,” Tom says, before sending a silent obliviation charm to Harry, deleting this memory from his mind, saving Tom’s embarrasment and wrongnes and refixing their trust that relationship that Tom no doubt broke mere moments ago.

“You ready for the day Harry?” Tom said, whispering at Harry who was blinking confusingly.

“Yeah? I had a weird dream-” harry said, as he rolled out of bed and slipped into the bathroom.

Tom huffed, relieved. Now, to sort out his little problem. Tom palmed himself through his pants. Well, even if they didn’t go as Tom had hoped, he is certain he can shape Harry’s future that way soon. All he needs is a bit of persuasion-

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Malfoy was swooning in the common room when he saw darling Gaunt come out of Headboy Riddle’s dorm. His hair was ever so slightly damp, signaling he recently had ashower, god, what Malfoy wpuldn’t give to join Hadrian in that shower, to wash the younger boy’s sft silky curls, to place his hands on his shivering, naked body, to-

“Oh hey Abraxas!” Hadrian said, rushing over. 

Malfoy felt his mouth go dry. Hadrian was barely up to his shoulder in height. He is so cute and delicate and-

“Abraxas?” Harry said again. Frowning as the blonde stared at the wall randomly.

“Malfoy?” Harry called again, smiling as he saw Abraxas focus again.

“Oh, Gaunt, how was your sleep?” He asked Harry, smiling charmingly.

“Very good, Tom is showering, I was wondering if you could show me to the potions classroom?” Harry asked, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“Of course, Slughorn correct?” Abraxas asked, leading Harry out of the common room.

“Yep! It’s my first lesson with him, and then do you know level or wing Dumbledore’s transifurgation class is on?” Harry said, biting his finger nail anxiously.

“Floor 4, South wing, by the Gryffindor tower,” Abraxas said, showing Harry down a flight of stairs. 

“Perfect! Thank you, I had to talk to Dumbledore after this-” Harry smiled.

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