Disclaimer: It's been a good half day since I last posted a chapter, and I still don't own... damn.
Warnings: Let's see, there's some smut. There's some cursing. Minor OCCness. Unbetaed (I did reread it myself though.) You have been warned. Read at you're own discretion.
Author's Note: I'll just leave this here then. Let's see, it's currently almost midnight, dec 8. I'm so fucking tired. (Dead week in college = 4 projects plus exams. Plus I have an entrance portfolio due in about 2 months. I miss sleep!) I know I said that it'd probably be a while before the next chapter, but I lied. Reeby10's bday is Dec 8, and this is her present. Why? because we're actually currently in different cities, I haven't finished her present present, and I already had this written. (I mentioned it's dead week right? My printer's about to commit suicide for the work it's done) I am quite literally about to fall asleep on my key so I'm gonna stop rambling now...
It took Harry a good half a day to find his way to an available floo connected fire place. By the time he made it back to his own era, Harry was covered in soot, dead tired, and extremely sore. He had been throughly questioned by Umbridge, Dumbledore, and Ron and Hermione, and now all he wanted to do was to collapse into bed after a hot shower.
Harry flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes. What a day... er several decades, or whatever he had just gone through. Slowly his muscles began to relax, one by one, until he was almost asleep. Now if only that damn tapping would go away. Tapping? Where was that coming from?
Harry slowly opened his eyes, and looked around. Sure enough an owl was perched on the window ledge, tapping it's beak on the glass. Harry groaned, but got up anyway. He let the bird in and pulled the letter off it's foot.
Dear Harry,
If my sources are correct you have just returned from our first meeting. Harry, I want you to know that I never forgot our first encounter. It is a memory that has haunted me for years. And I am thankful daily for it's existence.
Now, you are probably wondering, how that can be if things haven't changed. While I grew to the man I am today, I was constantly looking for you – a boy with black hair, a lightning scar, and vivid, gorgeous green eyes. However, when I killed your parents I was not aware that you were, well, you. And when I saw you that first year, with Quarell, I refused to believe that it was actually you. That the one I had caused so much pain to, was the same boy from my memories. However, by the time I was resurrected I knew the truth. But I was angry. Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? You could have gotten rid of me back then, and saved yourself all this pain?
To conclude, I want to see you again. According to my sources, this next weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend. If I remember correctly, it was also one in 1942. My younger self will be waiting by the fire in the Defense against the Dark Arts office for you almost all day, hoping that you show up. Please indulge me.
Sincerely
Tom Riddle
Harry crumpled up the letter and threw it under his bed. Why hadn't he killed Voldemort when he had the chance? He could have saved so much pain, so many trials, if he had only acted. He could have had a normal happy childhood, and no one would have known the difference.
He shook his head. All these thoughts swarming through his head were giving Harry a headache. He'd think more about it tomorrow, but for now the pillows were calling his name, and he planned to answer that call immediately...
It took almost all week for Harry to decide whether to go back to Tom or not. On one hand, the thought of sleeping with his enemy, which he knew he would should he go back, was wrong and utterly disgusting, but on the other hand it was slightly exciting. There was just something about Tom, that Harry liked, the shear confidence the other teen processed, the way he dominated Harry so soundly. But at the same time, Harry was the saviour of the free world, and more importantly he knew he wore his heart on his sleeves. If he went back, he would run the risk of falling in love. He couldn't risk that sort of emotional attachment to the man he would eventually have to kill.
In the end Harry finally decided to go. That Saturday morning he got dressed before the others in the dorm woke up. He slipped the invisibility cloak in his bag, and left a note for Ron saying he was going to spend the day studying, that Ron and Hermione should go to Hogsmeade without him. He then slipped quietly out the dorm and down to Umbridge's office. He slipped on the invisibility cloak. All that was left now was to wait for a chance to slip in and floo to Tom. He would wait all day if he had to. After all this whole week he had been plagued by thoughts and dreams of Tom, and nothing would keep him from seeing the other teen (and hopefully getting fucked senseless).
Luckily his opportunity came quickly, as Umbridge left to go to breakfast. As he watched her wobble down the hall, he cautiously approached the door. He should at least have a good 10 minutes before the frog returned, even if she just had a cup of tea for breakfast. But just in case, he hurried.
He grabbed a handful of floo powder from the jar, not bothering to take the invisibility cloak off. He stepped into the fire and stated, "1942." All too quickly he was falling out of the fireplace in another era. He threw out his hands to catch himself.
"Holy -" Tom cursed as something solid and invisible collided with him. They both tumbled to the ground, and in the ensuing squabble, Harry lost his cloak, and ended up under Tom.
"Hello there," Tom said breathily. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Harry's nose. "Nice to see you again."
"Hi," Harry smiled up at Tom.
"Come on," Tom said, climbing off of Harry, "Let's go before the professor gets back." Harry quickly clambered to his feet, grabbing the invisibility cloak before Tom could see it and stuffing it in his bag.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked, hurrying after Tom.
"Hogsmeade," Tom told him, stopping for Harry to catch up. "Wait, you have something on your nose." Tom took a step towards Harry, successfully trapping him between himself and the wall. He leaned in and kissed Harry quite thoughily. His hands wandered mercilessly, over Harry's clothes, under his shirt, teasingly along his pant line.
Harry melted into the kiss. All doubts fled from his mind, chased out by the warm tongue that found it's way into his mouth. His hands came up to play in Tom's hair, pulling the other boy closer. His hips thrust forwards, seeking friction, seeking heat, seeking Tom.
"We might not make it to Hogsmeade," Tom muttered into Harry's ear. His hands began to hastily undo Harry's pants.
"Can we... ngg... at least find some place a little … uh... private?" Harry asked. Tom's hand had wormed it's way into his pants, and was now forcefully palming his erection.
"Here," Tom grabbed Harry's wrist, and pulled him into a nearby classroom. Harry had only a few seconds to take in his surroundings, before he was pushed up against the door. From what he could see they were in the transfiguration classroom – Dumbledore's classroom.
"Want you," Tom muttered between kisses. He loosened Harry's tie and pulled it over the other teen's head. His free hand captured both of Harry's wrists behind his back, holding them there.
"Have me," Harry replied, one leg slowly sliding up the back of Tom's legs. He pushed his hips forwards searching for friction. His hands migrated to Tom's own pants, fumbling with the button.
"Mm, no," Tom told him, his hands grabbing Harry's wrists and pulling them behind Harry's back, "I'm in charge." He put both wrist in one hand and bent to pick up Harry's discarded tie. He slipped it over Harry's wrists and pulled it tight. "Much better." he said, kissing Harry's nose.
If anything Harry got harder at the sudden loss of control. There was just something about the illusion of being helpless, in the hands of his enemy turned lover, that Harry just loved.
"Now, onto the main event," Tom said, pushing Harry's trousers the rest of the way down. He dug in his own pockets, and pulled out the same small bottle of lotion they used the last time.
"Nice to know you come prepared," Harry muttered, watching Tom slick up his fingers. He hitched his leg up higher, trying to make more room for Tom. He hissed lightly as the first finger entered. But quickly warmed up to it.
"You seem looser than last time," Tom stated.
"I... uh... practiced," Harry blushed. Practiced, wanked, really it was all the same thing, Harry reasoned.
"Alone?" Tom growled possessively. His finger stilled.
"Nnn, of course," Harry whimpered, grinding down on the finger, looking for more friction.
"Hmm, good," Tom smirked. The second finger quickly joined the first one, stretching and twisting. Tom's lips trailed up Harry's neck as a third finger joined the other two.
"Good," Tom stated, pulling his fingers out when he deemed Harry was ready. He quickly undid his own pants and released his cock.
"Ready?" He asked after slicking his cock with the lotion, and lining up. He surged forwards before Harry could reply, pushing all the way to the hilt.
"OH MY MMM!" Tom quickly shut Harry's shout of surprise with his own mouth. He kissed his way up Harry's jaw.
"Remember, where we are," Tom hissed in Harry's ear. "Don't want to tip anyone off to our presence. Especially not in our current," Tom gave a short little thrust with his hips, "state."
Harry shuttered at the idea. He found it extremely embarrassing, but still somewhat exciting.
Tom found Harry's prostate almost as soon as he started thrusting. Every single thrust from then on was aimed towards that magic little organ. It was almost like his goal was to make Harry pass out from the pleasure, which it might have been come to think of it.
He hitched Harry up higher, surging deeper, harder, faster. One hand drifted down to Harry's weeping member. He took it in hand, and began to jerk him off.
All too soon it was over. Harry fell over the edge as pleasure assaulted his nerves. Tom was quick to follow. Unfortunately by this time it was just him and the wall supporting the two of them. His legs buckled and they toppled to the ground. They landed in a sweaty pile, Harry just barely managed to miss hitting his head on the stone floor.
"You okay?" Tom asked, as he recovered from the orgasm.
"Yeah," Harry breathed, "Thanks." He leaned forward and gave Tom a chaste kiss. Tom smiled at him.
"Come on," Tom said, getting to his feet. "We still have time to make it to Hogsmeade." He began putting his outfit back together.
"Umm, a little help?" Harry asked from the floor, nodding to his still tied hands.
Tom smirked, "Do it yourself." He laughed at the look Harry gave him. "Fine," he knelt down and loosened the tie. "Better?"
"Much." Harry quickly stood up and began rearranging his clothes. He had just gotten his pants rebuttoned when the classroom door slammed open. Harry flinched, expecting to see Dumbledore, who would quite easily recognize him in the future, and ruin his little charade. However, instead of seeing his doom, Harry saw a slitherin boy approximately Tom's age with dark hair.
"Avery," Tom stated coldly. Harry shuddered. Tom already sounded so much like Voldemort when he adopted that voice. It made Harry's skin crawl.
"My lord," Avery ducked his head in a quick bow.
"What is it?"
"W...we were just wondering if you we...were going to Hogsmeade," Avery explained. "W...we were w...waiting for you."
"My companion and I will be leaving shortly," Tom informed him.
Avery looked questioningly at Harry. "But my lord, he's a Gryffindor..."
"Silence!" Tom roared, "It is my choice who I spend my time with!"
"Yes, my lord," Avery ducked his head one last time and disappeared.
Author's Note: Like? There was actually supposed to be a different ending with plot (omg! Plot! I didn't know this had that!) but I finished my second project for the day and am really making no sense. So I figured trying to coherently figure out the plot, and write it would not be a good idea. It'll probably be finished sometime in the next few days, and I'll post it then.
Anyways, like I said this was a birthday gift for Reeby10! Now go shower her with love, and birthday wishes, or just pretend that this isn't here and move onto the next fic/homework/random whatever.
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