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Zealous

The Great Hall was filled with excitement and bliss as the students of Hogwarts conversed with the new first years or in the Wealsey's case, scared the frightened newcomers with their great enthusiasm for pranks, especially towards the Slytherins. Each individual house was submerged in the new atmosphere that so drastically changed after the war. After the war with Grindewald with Dumbledore coming out on top, it was obvious that the wizarding world unanimously sighed in relief knowing there were no more immediate threats.

As the Headmaster called for attention calmly and quietly, the students gradually turned their attention to the white beard wizard whose twinkling eyes stirred a great curiosity in the first years.

"Welcome students to a new year in Hogwarts! And a warm welcome to our new students, who I hope will find Hogwarts their home…"

The wise wizard continued his speech, reminding students of the Forbidden Forest and wholeheartedly informing them of any new professors. The new muggle studies professor, Edvargo Simmin timidly stood up and bowed slightly at the Headmaster's introduction. Snape who just happened to be sitting next to the man deepened his sneer and his dark aura, no doubt at the fact he had to sit next to the pitiful and edgy wizard. He better be tough enough to stand up to the Slytherins, even a war couldn't completely eradicate the feud between purebloods and non-purebloods.

Speaking of snakes, I think I feel one right now.

Harry Pov

"Stop it," I hissed, struggling to be discreet. I was only two seats away from Snape and for some reason; he always paid extra attention to me, or rather every mistake I made, which wasn't much compared to my days at Hogwarts, "I'm serious, stop!" I ground out, refusing to groan when the annoying and irritating man next to me smirked at my words.

I didn't need Sirius to get inspiration for his 'serious' jokes again, he only stopped because of Remus…and I don't even want to think about how the werewolf convinced him. Shuddering from the disturbing image of the two who I considered my family, I jerked when I feel the sneaky snake again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Poppy give me a concerned look and I quickly waved her off with a sheepish smile. The minute she turned around to pay attention to the Headmaster again—and apparently, he already finished speaking but I wouldn't know because of this infuriating man beside me—I slapped the stubborn hand away. I was sitting fairly at the center of the head table and I didn't need my students to gossip before the first day of school even started.

Suddenly, I felt something against my leg. I almost rolled my eyes at his antics but I refrained from so because I can already feel Snape's eyes calculating my every move. Why he was always staring at me so much, I have no idea. I shifted as the warm leg on my left started to sway back and forth, bumping me in the process.

I yelped quietly when bowls of food rapidly appeared before me causing Neville to snicker when my sleeves almost drowned in the soup. I lightly glared back at my friend, who was the only one of the professors close to my age. Pity the bloke wasn't too much into Quidditch, but the plant lover was definitely perfect for the Herbology position. He even managed to somewhat conquer his fear of Snape, who he still sometimes call "professor" when nervous.

Scooping some of the steaming soup up to my mouth, I jumped as the leg knocked my side, making me spill the hot liquid onto my hand. The sizzling soup stung my skin a bit but it was nowhere near the frustration I had whenever dealing with him. Throughout the day, I managed to keep my infamous temper in check but I couldn't help but to growl at the person who I swear would be the death of me one day. Slowly turning my head to my left, my glare intensified at the well chiseled face and dark blue eyes that were looking straight ahead.

After a minute of me staring at the—I admit grudgingly—handsome face, he finally glanced at me with an innocent expression that would work for any other normal person, but all I could see was the shadow of a smirk on my lover's face, "Would you stop it?" I snarled but with a burning face because unfortunately, I do get fidgety and hot whenever our eyes meet.

The 'innocent' DADA professor just cocked his head to the side, and I had to let out a bark of laughter then because I knew he was faking, and the fact that only I could see through it did warm my heart a bit. Still, Tom Riddle was never innocent in anything.

"I don't believe I know what you're talking about," the husky voice gave me shivers that traveled all the way to my toes.

"Sure you don't," I grumbled sarcastically and decided to turn to Poppy on my right for some real conversation. Although, she treated numerous students for injuries, she still acted delightful when I spoke of some new dives or tricks I was going to teach the students. Being the Quidditch teacher, I was always surrounded by Gryffindors because of my Quidditch skills, I dislike bragging but I did make it on the team on my first year. The fact that Dad did a happy dance when he heard of my new job I think added to the excitement, he's undoubtedly my biggest supporter.

Plus, my lover seemed to revel in my job considering he got to see me in my Quidditch uniform, apparently, it accentuated my thighs. Which was being bumped back and forth again by Tom's leg again. My voice hitched as Tom started to not be so innocent and grind his leg against mine which was so awkward but nevertheless, still sending a wave of lust through me.

"Harry?" Poppy asked after grabbing some chicken causing me to realize I never really ate anything yet. I could already imagine Tom making a note to get more food into me, I always had a small appetite but I gained about eight pound ever since my suffocating boyfriend started stuffing me with food. However, it did do wonders to my flying skills. I have more muscles which is nice because Tom loved stroking it but it also caused me to cast a shield every time I took a shower.

I didn't need some kid trying to take a picture of me starkers…Colin has literally scarred me for life during that one time in my Seventh year. They always seemed to be stalking me, I would think the love bites on my neck would discourage the teenage girls (and guys too) but it only made them squeal even more, "Harry? You okay?" Poppy's voice snapped me out of memories.

"Um...yeah," I coughed as Tom's leg pressed firmer against me, in panic I jarred the appendage away but it only made me realize how my leg was scorching hot from the contact. And worse, the heat started to creep higher until my groin started to twitch in anticipation.

Hurriedly I tried to save me from embarrassment, "Anyway…how was y-your summer Poppy?" she started to talk and I nodded every second or so still aware of Tom's actions. As Poppy started to tell me some new potion that was created to cure a new illness (I really wasn't listening), a hand covered mine.

Controlling my facial expressions, I tried to pull away but the grasp tightened. Sighing inwardly, I allowed the hand holding even though I could already see some Ravenclaw girls peeking at me and giggling. Everyone knew that Tom and I were together, our looks and interactions were obvious but it's we haven't officially announced it.

His hand felt two times larger than my callused (but still pretty feminine) hand and I imagined how silly it would look with his hand practically swallowing mine up, but it felt…nice. Four months together and something like this still makes my heart speed up.

His thumb started to rub circles on the back of my hand—the exact place where I burned myself with the soup earlier—and I was unable to contain the grin that slowly spread across my face.

"Harry? Thinking of something happy?"

"Hmm?" I casually replied. She just looked pointedly at my enormous grin. Feeling elated, I shrugged and turned back to my food to eat some more. I didn't want to separate from the feel of Tom's skin. Eating a piece of bread, I didn't react when Tom's leg started to play with mine again but I did choke when our legs became twined together and I started to feel exceptionally burning.

Adjusting myself, I willed for my half erection to go away but I knew I wouldn't have much luck, bearing in mind how Tom just leaned over me to reach for the chicken, the feel of his presence, his body, and his stature almost making me moan out loud.

He leaned back into his seat with a smirk but didn't look at me. But I knew we could look at each other anywhere and all we want once dinner was over. Shaking my head in amusement when his foot started to twitch against mine, I caught sight of Neville's entertained face.

Playing footsie again? He mouthed. My mouth dropped open and my head whipped around to also see the Headmaster twinkling eyes staring knowingly into mine. Lowering my head as I blushed, I struggled to contain my dignity but the fact that me and Tom's feet were practically dancing with each other probably was a sign my dignity was long gone.

The fight under the table grew more heated so I kicked my foot out and trapped his foot between my feet. Wriggling my body, I tried to take his shoe off and straightened in my seat with satisfaction when I succeeded. I peeked under to see my lover wasn't wearing any socks and my heart skipped imagining me lifting up his pant leg even higher to reveal his—

His chuckle cut my thoughts off.

"You're eager today," Tom whispered, raising his eyebrow. I scoffed.

"You started it," I mumbled childishly.

"You know I can't resist your thighs, I'm already imagining them gripping my waist as I thru—"

"Tom!" I shouted while slapping him under the table, "Not here!" I lowered my voice already sensing the prying eyes of the Hogwarts body.

"Hmmm…" He hummed and I was immediately suspicious.

"What?"

"…you didn't complain when I bent you over this exact table and fucked you long and hard," His tone held disappointment and longing but I knew he was faking. He relished in humiliating me. I shut my eyes and heard first, Poppy choke on her pumpkin juice, and then the clatter of a fork on the ground (probably Neville's or the new professor). Turning my angry glare to my lover, I was swept away at the amount of yearning in his eyes.

Without any warning, he stood up catching the attention of everybody in the Great Hall. My eyes as wide as a house elf's, I was hopelessly dragged out the Great Hall under the scrutiny of hundreds pairs of eyes.

The silence was overwhelming but broken by the Herbology professor.

"They…didn't' really do anything here…did they?"

"What do you think Longbottom?" Neville only flinched slightly at the potions master scathing remark.

"Well it better not be where I'm sitting…" The embarrassed professor murmured. Followed with, "…and I'm never coming here at night again…"

"Wait a minute…" Hagrid who was close enough to hear parts of the interesting conversation, spoke up, his loud voice tearing through the air. The Headmaster swiftly encouraged the students to steadily resume their chatter, "those two couldn't be the moaning students were hearing, could they?"

"Those students shouldn't have been out after curfew…" the potions master whispered harshly.

"Well, aren't they full of surprises," the Headmaster spoke pleasantly.

"Can't believe you even hired Potter," Snape said under his breath.

"Potter? Harry Potter? The well-known Quidditch player?" Simmin, the muggle studies professor suddenly spoke up with his shy voice, "I didn't realize…" He trailed off with a wistful voice, "he looks even better in person…" Hastily, all eyes turned to the naïve professor. Neville being the nice guy, decided to warn the poor wizard.

"Don't let Riddle hear you say that, but perhaps he already knows from your goggling," said Neville, highly amused at the expense of his best friend. Harry was always the most popular topic for gossip even between professors.

"Was I that obvious?" asked Simmins.

"Bloody yes! But Harry doesn't notice stuff like that," Neville paused for a moment, "just don't do anything stupid to anger Riddle,"

"Riddle? He doesn't look that harmless," he muttered indifferently.

All who heard the new professor was left speechless and dumbfounded, only Snape snapped out of it soon enough to hurriedly speak to the Headmaster.

"You better search for another professor, the senseless fool's not going to even last a week before Riddle kills him,"

XXX

"Tom!" His grip on my hand didn't loosen as my feet were dragging on the floor while he pulled me inside my private room. We had our separate rooms but Tom hardly ever slept in his bed so his room's virtually abandoned. The faces of the shocked students were imprinted in my mind and I knew that tomorrow it would be hell; I just hope I would be able to sit on a broom for my classes.

My eyes clenched tight as I was forcefully thrown on the large bed, I clutched the creamy white sheets as Tom crawled towards me like a predator. My breath quickened as he loomed over me with his body fully covering mine. His eyes shone of lust and desire and I thanked Merlin he wasn't really angry. Angry sex was amazing but definitely not good for my arse especially since the first day of school's tomorrow. Then again, Tom's version of 'gentle' is completely different than normal people.

Tom's hand came up to caress my neck, eliciting a deep tremble within me. The taller wizard donned a playful grin before clutching my neck until I was almost choking and then leaning down to slowly flick my bottom lip. As my mouth unconsciously parted begging for more, I vaguely took notice of his legs snaking in between mine, resting firmly against my erection which was so hard it was painful.

Unable to take it anymore, I surged forward and grabbed the rather surprised wizard by the neck to drag him down into a soul searing kiss. He was the one to penetrate my cavern first with his incredible and awe inspiring tongue that could do wonders. I pushed upward trying to flip him over but he wouldn't have it. The bed creaked as he pounced on my harder forcing me to be on the bottom with my legs spread wide open for Tom to fit in between.

Suddenly, the blue eyed wizard pulled back, leaving me panting for more. The passion and heat was so overwhelming I didn't realize we were already rocking against each other and any more friction, I would cream in my pants which would be so embarrassing because Tom would never let me live it down. As a Quidditch player, I should have exceptional stamina but Tom could make me come undone just with his sensual voice. Speaking of his voice…

"Eager," He whispered teasingly followed by a smirk. Normally, I would take offense to that since it's not like I asked Tom to secretly seduce me in front of all Hogwarts but I was already too consumed by pure need.

"Tom..." I panted as his eye's darkened, "Need…m-more," I emphasized my begging by thrusting my still clothed erection forward, causing such delicious friction that I moaned loud and clear. I was smug when Tom also growled in lust.

Before I could blink, Tom waved his hand in a quick motion that left the both of us naked and our erections fully visible to each other. Not wanting to be beat, I also flicked my fingers and Tom grinned wide at realizing what I had done. He wasn't the only powerful wizard in the room.

Shuddering as Tom trailed his fingers to my hole which was already stretched and lubed up from the nifty spell I taught myself, I urged him to hurry, "Tom…fuck!" I cursed as he slipped two fingers inside. Usually, it would have burned but right now it just felt insufficient…not enough, "Tom! I'm r-ready, just put it in…"

Tilting my head as I whined, I reveled in the feeling of Tom's cheek when he leaned over and pressed it against mine.

"Next time, you better be ready to pay," I groaned at his words, I knew that my boyfriend absolutely loved stretching me with his fingers, sometimes even better than actually fucking me. He would always get irate when I cast a charm to hurry up the process, and don't get me wrong, I do love his fingers in me but I just need it right now so bad. And if my lover really wanted to take his time, we would be awake all night.

Trying to please the older wizard, I quickly nodded but secretly dreading the day when he would make me regret wanting to quicken the pace whenever we had sex.

"Tom, j-just," I choked when I felt the head of his cock pressing into me. But when he didn't move, I tried to speak again, "Merlin…fuck me already!"

"You know what you need to do to get this," He emphasized the last part by thrusting inside me about halfway yet he still wasn't hammering into me like I wanted.

"I'm already begging," I complained but it sounded weak with me all out of breath. Tom shook his head.

"You have to do better than that," Leaning back, Tom clutched my legs that was around his waist and slid out of me torturously slow until he was fully out and my hole was left clutching onto thin air. Getting frustrated and aggravated, I swore,

"Fuck you," the impossible man above me just scoffed lightly in hilarity at my ludicrous statement.

"Come one Harry," The way he said my name sent tremors down my spine, "what are the magic words?" His cock was still not into me and the horrible fact was that he could hold out a lot longer than me. I'm already to my wits end and he wasn't even sweating,

"Tom…" Dark hair consumed my sight when he gave me a hungry kiss, it was way too short for my liking, "I-I…" I stuttered when he pecked lightly at my shaking shoulder. My heart took a fancy to the gesture and I relaxed further feeling the circles he was rubbing onto my thighs.

"Harry, I want to," It was shocking, Tom almost never really admitted his wants. I gasped as I felt the tip of his rod near my entrance, my body missed it inside me, "…fuck you," He looked into my eyes straight on and my heart skipped a beat at the ache for more in those mesmerizing blue orbs, "…so much,"

Now, how could I resist after a confession like that?

"Tom…I love you," I whispered with a bashful voice. But his thrilled smile was worth it. Then of course the tender and heartwarming moment was over because I still had a painful erection and a ravenous hole that needed to be fulfilled, "Tom...fuck me,"

"With pleasure," He smirked and was still smirking when I cried out from his invading thrust into my body. Without hesitating, he pounded into me slamming my prostate right on.

"Ahh! Fuck! Tom…" My yells just seemed to embolden the man more and I was left scrambling to get a decent hold on the sheets so I wouldn't be thrown into the headboard from his powerful thrusts. My legs toned from flying still held on to his waist but were getting sore from bending too much. I wasn't that flexible but Tom didn't seem to care, and he probably wouldn't even if I protested.

He loved seeing me limp around the castle.

"Oh!" Moaning as Tom prick surged inside me particularly hard, I almost didn't catch his murmurings.

"You're mine, never gonna let you go," He punctuated each word as he matched the rhythm of his movement with his ramblings, "You're mine!" A high-pitched whine escaped from me. The feel of my prostate getting pummeled along with the emotions those words sent through my body sent me over the edge. My orgasm sneaked up on me and I couldn't even prepare before streams of cum was spurting out my jerking cock.

The fact that I cummed without my cock being touched only made it better. However, I couldn't relax because the damn wizard didn't stop and just keep thrusting into me. My sensitive walls were desperately trying to push his cock out but he just kept on pushing in.

"Tom…" My limp body bounced as I felt the harshness of his fucking; maybe he was angry about something. "Shit!" I cursed as I spasmed from the strange feeling of having my sensitive prostate being prodded again, it felt strange. My senses were going to overload, "Tom…it f-feels weird…" He didn't listen and my hole couldn't take anymore. Finally, I felt the dick inside my pause and twitch.

"Harry! Love y-you…" Tom faltered saying the sentiment but it was sweet nonetheless. I arched upward exposing my neck to Tom as I felt his essence enter my body and fill up my insides.

"Merlin…" I panted heavily with Tom who just dropped down onto me like a rock.

"I don't want you to go near that guy," Tom suddenly mumbled against my neck, his muffled voice sounded…cute…but I could tell he was serious. I crinkled my forehead trying to think of who he's talking about.

"Professor Simmins?" I took a wild guess and was surprised when I got a nod in response, "why?" Tom looked at me with cold eyes.

"You really didn't notice anything?" I shook my head. The DADA professor sighed.

"Because he wants you," He explained a smirk creeping back into his voice, "But he can't" He took great delight in mentioning that. He stressed the fact by nibbling on my neck making me writhe in pleasure, "You are mine,"

I sighed at his possessiveness.

"And you are mine," I muttered with clear green eyes that probably showed the outrageous amount of love I had for the man before me, "But I will see him every day at dinner and whatnot," I spoke hesitantly trying to make my protective lover understand. There was silence for a moment before Tom kissed me chastely.

"Fine, but he ever touches what's mine," He said with a hand on my bare arse that sent tingles through my body, "I—"

"Don't hex him," I interrupted before he could finish. I didn't need my boyfriend getting sent to Azkaban and I knew he knew some pretty dark spells being a DADA professor.

"Harry, I wouldn't hex him," My eyes narrowed at his innocent tone. Again, Tom Riddle is never innocent, never. He probably planned this entire thing, he undoubtedly already had a plan even before dinner, "He won't be getting hexed, but…you will be getting punished," I hummed at his words and smiled wickedly.

"I wouldn't mind that," Tom chuckled.

"You say that now," Tom whispered with a finger already trailing to my arse.

"Tom!" I shouted as I slapped the hand away, "Are you kidding? I'm tired…"

"Fine," I raised my eyebrow at how fast he gave in, "but that just means you're gonna be late to your classes tomorrow," I rolled my eyes at the absurd statement, I was always late to my classes, it's a wonder why the Headmaster didn't say anything to me throughout my two years of teaching.

"I'm cold," I spoke up trying to change the subject. Seeing Tom's mischievous eyes, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

"Well, let me warm you up,"

"Tom! Fuck! I said I was tired…oh! N-no…don't! Oh…ah, damn it…"

"So zealous, my love," I sighed.

"Yeah yeah, just fuck me already,"

"Zealous," Tom teased.

"Oh shut up! Are you gonna get on with it or not?"

"Don't mind if I do," My contagious smile was mirrored perfectly on my lover's face as he leaned down to capture my heart again. But I have his too…so I guess we're even.