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Why was Tom crying? Did saying Voldemort’s name hurt him that much? He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. He still didn’t really understand on why everyone was scared of the name. Tom was holding onto him so hard that it started hurting his ribs. Tom was still crying while Harry was trying to get his attention.
“I am so sorry Hadrin, I didn’t know that they would have been taken it that way,” Tom sobbed on top of Harry’s head.
Did Tom think it was his fault? Why would he think it was his fault? He hadn’t done anything. He was even his only friend.
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Could Hadrin every forgive him for what he had done? All of the things he had done to Hadrin. He just wanted to give Hadrin better then what he had done to him in the past. Tom noticed that Hadrin was trying to get his attention and tried to get out of his own head.
“Tom? Tom? Are you alright? You’re holding onto me really tightly and your eyes are glazed over!” Hadrin spilled his concerns to Tom.
Tom looked at Hadrin and just didn’t say anything, because he didn’t know if he was alright. All he wanted was for Hadrin to have the best childhood. Tom decided from this moment on that he would be his best friend -and maybe more in the future if he wanted- forever. Hadrin was still looking at him concerned. He wasn’t going to let him down this time. He needed Hadrin so,so,so,so much. He just wanted to see him with a genuine smile.
He nodded at Hadrin and flopped over to his side, taking Hadrin with him. Hadrin omfed and looked at Tom as he was falling asleep. Hadrin then blacked out, very quickly for a boy who’d just been crying. Nevermind that made total sense. He hugged Hadrin’s waist still surprised on how small it was. He loved it, he couldn’t love though. Obsession sounded wrong, but it fit his situation that he felt. He wanted to be one with it he thought.
He looked at him. Tom never wanted to sleep again if he got to see Hadrin’s face all the time. He moved his hand up to Hadrin’s chin holding it, it was always so warm. He was always so warm. He was gonna be his, even if he didn’t want him. He take him, no matter what. He was his. Only his.
Hadrin had held onto Tom’s arm as if luring him in if he already has not. Tom would have blushed if he still had veins, he moved his arm closer to Hadrin for better access to hold it closer. Hadrin was so, so cute and perfect, and strong, handsome. Going to be all his when he finally realizes who he is supposed to be. Only his. If anyone hurts Hadrin he was going to cut off their lips, then blend them, and finally make them drink their own lips. Then light their hair on fire, maybe.
He could also take their bones, and leave them there to simmer in pain.Hadrin pulled himself on top of Tom again. Hadrin slightly sunken into Tom, making him feel all fuzzy inside like a stuffie filled with too many feathers. Hadrin put his face on Tom’s chest.
“~Mine~” Tom said in Parseltongue. -CRINGE-
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Harry hadn’t been asleep and had heard what Tom said. He was very confused on why he had called Harry his. He could still feel the up and down rising of Tom’s chest. It was very comforting. He had moved up, because he was basically at Tom’s crotch before. That was always weird. Tom had unconsciously started rubbing circles on Harry’s back, again comforting, but Harry felt like there was something wrong. He swore he could feel Tom’s eyes on him, wouldn’t he want to sleep?
Sure very hypocritical on his part, but he just felt wrong. Maybe, because he was on something so soft that was barely there. He didn’t know, all he knew was that there was possibly something wrong with Tom. His hand went up to Harry’s hair now. It just felt odd? New, maybe he really hadn’t had any friends before this. He just wanted to lie here forever, but he had to go to classes on Monday. His mind always wandered when nobody was talking.
Tom’s hand went up to Harry’s forehead, assuming he was looking at his scar he kept his face neutral keeping the appearance of being asleep. He felt his head being lifted up towards Tom’s chin? He didn’t know all he knew was that he was being lifted even closer to Tom’s face. He knew now that Tom was half sitting up and half laying. He was now level to Tom and his hands were slightly sweating. His forehead was pulled to part of Tom’s face. He was focusing on his scar. Something was pushed against it, it made it feel all warm and tingly.
Harry then realized what Tom just did. He blushed and hoped Tom wasn’t still looking at him. Oh hell knowing him, he probably already knew. Tom then used both of his hands to spin circles on Harry’s back and floof his hair. Yeah he probably already knew and was fucking with Harry. There was a 40% chance of it.
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Hadrin seemed a little more awake this time around. It was currently very dark outside and didn’t want to wake Hadrin by leaving, but instead decided to fuck with him. Maybe if he took Hadrin to the room of requirement. He shot that idea down quickly, because it was about time that, that greasy haired fooligan came up to check on all of them. Hadrin’s was at the very back though, so it would take that crooked nosy bitch about 20 minutes to get over to him. He pulled Hadrin underneath him, so it did look like he was asleep.
Little protest came with this. Just a little faint peep from Hadrin, hoping the emo potion teacher didn’t hear. He didn’t hear thankfully. The curtain shot open and went closed again. Merlin, that teacher really did look like emo squidward. Hadrin’s pulse slowed from being so fast from before Tom assumed he did finally fall asleep and wasn’t faking it this time. He pushed himself to the other side of Hadrin’s bed. He looked at him.
He had an obsession, he thought.
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“Hadrin? Hadrin? Wake up, it’s the morning,” Tom’s voice said farther away than normal.
Harry groaned, his back hurt for some reason. He remembered that Tom had kissed him. It didn’t scare him as much as it did last night. It made him blush. Just a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked at Tom. He looked fuller or less see-through. He found that confusing.