In Which Harry is a Slutty Bunny
Somehow, Harry, I seem to be fond of your soul...so let me tell you something about mine.
Even recalling Tom’s words made a hot shiver pass through Harry Potter’s entire body. He gripped the handle of his mug a little harsher than needed.
Tom had then proceeded to tell him that his soul was ‘damaged’. He hadn’t told Harry about horcruxes, obviously - but he’d said that his soul was hurt through ‘accidental’ dark magic in the past. Accidental dark magic, my ass , Harry thought.
“But I don’t understand,” Tom had said then, a little frown wrinkling his nose. “Why our souls are...attracted to one another.”
“Maybe it’s because...your soul is damaged, and mine is whole - er, I mean, non-damaged, so...it’s...appealing?” Harry had squeaked nervously, because he did not want the word soulmate to appear at all in their conversation.
Tom had hummed non committedly. “Not only that, but your magical signature seems similar to mine, too,” he said, “Where’s your wand?”
Harry had reluctantly handed the future Dark Lord his own wand, and Tom’s eyes widened when he felt Harry’s wand almost recognized him. “What’s the core?”
“Phoenix feather,” Harry had admitted nervously. Please don’t say we’re soulmates, please don’t-
“Mine too!” Tom had exclaimed, grin widening. “It’s all too similar to be a coincidence, don’t you think?”
Now Harry was absolutely not going to mention Parseltongue. Another similarity would just seal the deal! And he was not Tom Riddle’s soulmate, absolutely not -
“I don’t get it,” Katrina Kaelber butted in, interrupting Harry’s rants and recollections of his first snog session with Tom. “‘Damaged soul’? Surely, he’s speaking metaphorically about emotional trauma?”
You have no idea , Harry thought grumpily. His boss was an innocent old lady who ran the maid cafe and designed skimpy outfits. If only Harry’s life was that easy… he had to seduce the future Dark Lord and save the wizarding world! “I don’t think so,” is all he ended up saying.
“Oh, Harry dear,” Katrina insisted, patting his head like he was a pet dog or something. “He seems like a nice guy. He really does seem very interested in you…”
“But I can’t date him!” Harry exclaimed. He was having tea with Katrina after a shift one day, and decided to open up to his boss, because there was no one else around to confide in.
“Why can’t you date him?” Katrina asked, flabbergasted.
Harry searched for a reasonable explanation. “...He’s a bad boy,” Harry said finally. “Like...a really bad boy.”
Katrina hummed, a wistful look in her blue eyes. “But the bad boys are the sexiest,” she said, winking at Harry.
“Ew, Katrina!” Harry said, spitting out a bit of his tea. “You’re like, seventy-five!”
“Hey, hey. A woman my age can still have fun,” she winked. “I ran after bad boys when I was younger...but I did prefer blondes. Seems like you prefer tall, dark, and handsome types.”
Harry only groaned in embarrassment and put his head in his hands. “What am I gonna do, Katrina?” he asked.
She waved at him dismissively. “I’m too old for dating bad boys now,” she said, “But I’d say...follow your heart, Harry. You can never go wrong if you do that.” Her eyes twinkled, and her advice made Harry feel a tiny bit better.
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Tom had told Harry something very private.
He had told Harry about his soul .
Tom had never, ever told anyone about his soul. Not even Abraxas. Of course, he hadn’t mentioned horcruxes or anything really specific, but he was honest when he’d said his soul was damaged.
And was that the reason his soul called so strongly to Harry’s?
Tom didn’t know. He had a few errands on his to-do list, regarding his soul. First, he was going to research Harry’s lineage and find out if they shared any ancestors. Then, he was going to visit all the bookstores on Diagon Alley and buy books about soul magic...he had to find out if soulmates really did exist, and if Harry was his soulmate…
Tom had never met someone like Harry before - someone whose mere touch made his soul sing with emotion. So Tom made an oath to himself.
He was never, ever going to let Harry go.
Not now. Not ever.
Even when he was going to be a Dark Lord, even when he’d completed all his horcruxes and secured his immortality...he was going to keep Harry around. He’d chain him and make him his slave if he had to. But Tom was never going to give up someone who made him feel this way. It was intoxicating, it was enthralling...it was too much, but still never enough.
And Tom wouldn’t stop until he got enough. Until he made Harry his , for all of time.
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Unfortunately, Tom’s plans for World-Domination-And-Possessing-Harry™ weren’t going well.
That was because Harry wasn’t exactly his. ..not yet, anyway.
This was also because Harry was usually showing too much skin. Not that Tom didn’t love to see it, he loved the younger boy’s outfits and his body...but he didn’t like it when others saw it. It was only for Tom, and Tom alone.
“What are you - you know what, I’m not even going to ask this time,” Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he entered the cafe.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Harry snapped. He pointed to his new headband. “Dude, I’ve literally got bunny ears .”
“You certainly don’t look like any rabbit I’ve ever seen,” Tom said. And it was true. Harry was wearing a headband with enchanted periwinkle-colored bunny ears. Above his butt was a small fluffy white tail. Instead of the usual maid dress, he was wearing a tight, strapless periwinkle one-piece suit that left his collar bones exposed. Worst of all, he wasn’t even wearing a skirt, so the back of the one-piece left most of his ass exposed... it was vile , Tom thought. Sinful. And yet...unbelievably sexy.
“They shouldn’t even allow you to wear that,” Tom hissed, crowding up in Harry’s space. Harry only frowned at him, those big green eyes lined with eyeliner, making them look even bigger. “It’s...indecent.”
“It’s Katrina’s idea,” Harry said, sighing a little. “Honestly, what’s your problem if I show a little skin?”
“It’s not a little ,” Tom seethed, his anger increasing when he saw other customers eyeing Harry like he was theirs , and not Tom’s. “I don’t want others to see you like this.”
“Ooh, a possessive streak? Seriously? Give me a break,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. He gestured at the little notepad he was holding, where he wrote down orders. “What do you want?”
Tom gripped Harry’s jaw so the younger boy was forced to look up at him. “I want to make you mine,” he murmured, lips close to Harry’s cheek.
Harry let out a little squeak and took a step back. “I meant, what do you want...to order?” he stammered.
Suddenly, Tom couldn’t care less about ordering anything. He wanted to kiss Harry now . “Can you take a break? Only five minutes,” he asked.
Harry’s gaze quickly darted around the cafe. Katrina seemed to be busy with other business...surely she wouldn’t Harry if he disappeared for a few minutes? And with the way Tom was looking at him, like he wanted to just devour him, Harry wasn’t sure he could resist giving in. He looked up and nodded at Tom, and the older boy pulled them out of the shop, where they hid in the alleyway nearby.
Tom practically threw Harry against the brick wall of the alley, and immediately began pressing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Harry gasped - Tom was never this uncontrollable, this ravenous , before. His possessive nature must have caused it...and why did that make Harry’s cheeks redden?
“Merlin, look at you,” Tom groaned, reaching around and grabbing Harry’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Dressing like such a slut to work, all the men in the cafe watching you...you’re shameless . But they can’t have you. Because you’re mine .”
Harry couldn’t help it - he moaned, loud and lewd. Anyone could walk by and see them in the alleyway...see Tom’s hands roaming all over his body...but Harry didn’t care. He wanted Tom, and he wanted Tom now. He finally indulged himself by reaching up and running his hands through Tom’s soft, silky curls, and the older boy’s gaze darkened. On a mutual, unspoken agreement, they both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.
The bond between them, which was humming faintly ever since Tom had started touching him, sprang to life. Harry moaned again and spread his legs. Tom hoisted Harry up and Harry wrapped his legs around Tom’s hips, crossing his feet behind Tom’s back. Without even meaning to, he rocked forward and it felt like fire in the pit of his stomach. Tom was getting hard, and so was he...Harry bucked his hips forward again, breaking the kiss for air and mewling desperately. Tom’s eyes widened and he groaned, thrusting forward in time to match Harry.
“Tom... Tom ,” Harry cried, and Tom growled with pleasure and began sucking harsh kisses on Harry’s exposed collar bones. His bunny ears twitched and Tom laughed softly at the sight of it. Thinking quickly, Tom reached around and stroked Harry’s enchanted bunny tail.
“Come for me,” Tom instructed, voice low and breathless, as he ground his hips against Harry’s. “Come for me, Harry.”
Harry mewled and pressed his lips against Tom’s again, as they reached orgasm together.
The pull between their souls scorched with pleasure as they came. Harry had never felt an orgasm this good in his entire life...his head fell back against the brick wall, and his muscles relaxed in Tom’s arms. Tom, similarly, was breathless...he shakily took his wand out and Vanished the mess they’d made in their pants.
Tom was a sight to see, as they both caught their breaths...his curls were messy from where Harry had been greedily pulling at them, and his pale skin was tinged with a slight flush. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and Harry wanted to kiss the skin there, wanted to take his time and do it properly -
“Oh, Harry!” Katrina called, “There you are! What are you...oh…” His boss’s voice grew surprised, and she giggled. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”
“You didn’t interrupt anything,” Tom said quickly, and whispered a quick ‘bye’ to Harry before Apparating back to Borgin and Burkes (and away from Harry’s boss).
Left alone with his boss in the alleyway, Harry squealed, putting his hands over his reddened cheeks. “Oh my God,” he said, “I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe I did that. What about off-limits, Harry? What about off-limits?! ” Then, he proceeded to bang his head against the brick wall like a house-elf punishing himself.
“Stop that, Harry,” Katrina urged, putting a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Glad to see that the slutty bunny costume worked, though.”
Harry stopped banging his head against the wall to hear her better. “Wait, what do you mean that the slutty bunny costume worked? ”
“Oh, nothing,” she said, although there was a knowing look in her blue eyes.