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Warnings: Graphic smut. Yaoi. Possibly cursing? Minor OOCness. You have been warned. Read at your own discretion.

Author's Note: So once upon a time (like half a year ago) Reeby10 and I were both bored, and had horrible writer's block. So I suggested we each write each other a random prompt, something the other would enjoy, and exchange, thereby taking care of the writer's block and the boredom. She requested Tom/Harry Time Travel, and in exchange I got Hanna/{...} Mpreg (Hanna and {...} are from Hanna is Not a Boy's Name). So what started out as a 20 minute writing oneshot has now turned into a 7(ish) chapter fic, with the deal that for every chapter I write, Reeby write's one of my requests. (I believe the next one is Twins/Oliver mpreg? Or (since it's taking so long) Anyone mpreg.) So anyways, enough of my blathering. On with the fic!

Harry sat up, groaning. Ugh where am I? He thought, trying to open his eyes. Nope. Hurt too much. He conceded to just lie back against the cold stone and try to remember what happened... Slowly. Very slowly.

He had been... in Umbridge's office... trying to contact the order. His head began to ache with the memory. Someone... probably the toad herself... had walked in... scared him. He gasped suddenly, sitting up. He had fallen into the fire place! His eyes flashed open. He had flooed somewhere! He looked around desperately.

Only to realize he was still in Hogwarts. In fact, it looked like he was still in Umbridge's office, only it wasn't pink, and there were no kitties.

"What the..."

"Who are you!" Someone yelled behind him. Harry turned around quickly, groaning as he was painfully reminded of the throbbing in his head.

"Aww, crap," Harry moaned, slowly staggering to his feet. Before him stood the 16 year old self of his arch nemesis. "Suppose you want to kill me then?" He asked, slowly pulling out his own wand. His head gave a particularly painful throb, causing him to stumble.

"Not that the thought didn't cross my mind," Tom stated, crossing his arms over his chest, "But why would I want to?"

Harry moaned again, staggering slightly. His eyes fell closed. Why was it so damn bright in the dull room? "What year is it?" He asked.

"1942." Tom stated. "Are you alright?"

"No," Harry moaned, falling to his knees. So here he was, concussioned, in the wrong decade, with his younger worst enemy. And here he had always thought his life couldn't get any worse after he had magic.

"Here," Tom came to kneel beside him. "Let me help you." He mumbled a spell under his breath, holding his wand to Harry's bleeding temple.

Harry sighed as he felt the pressure decrease in his head. "Thanks," he mumbled, his eyes falling closed. He was so tired. He yawned slightly, falling forwards.

Next thing Tom Riddle knew he had this mysterious Gryffindor sprawled across the floor out cold. Now the responsible thing to do would be to take him to the Hospital Wing. However, there was just something so familiar about this boy. Something he recognized in him. So of course, he did what any self serving teen would do. He picked the boy up and carried him to a room no one would find him in.

When Harry came to, he was in a large chamber, in a large bed. Now he honestly had no idea where he was. He opened his eyes. The room was well lit, a cheery fire burning in the hearth, and warm. By the hearth were several arm chairs. Tom sat in one of these, reading from a rather thick volume.

"Where am I?" Harry asked him, trying to sit up.

"The room of requirements," Tom told him. He looked over at Harry and smiled, glad to see his patient awake.

"Why?"

"There's something odd about you," Tom told him, ignoring his question. He set his book to the side, and stood. "I know you from somewhere don't I?" He slowly approached the bed.

"No." Harry said quickly.

"Yes I do," Tom insisted. "I've seen you somewhere. But I can't remember where. It's almost as if it was a dream."

"Sure!" Harry agreed, rather quickly, "Must have been a dream. Honestly though, I've never seen you before."

"A dream, hmmm," Tom muttered. "Then this most be a dream too."

"Su-" Harry was silenced as a pair of lips crashed over his.

"What was that!" he squawked, pulling back.

"It's my dream, I can do what I want to," Tom smirked, and right now, what he wanted was Harry.

"Wait!" Harry yelled, scrambling backwards. "We should talk about this!"

"Why?" Tom stalked onto the bed. "This is just a dream. My dream." Harry was now at the edge of the bed, endanger of falling off. "I can do whatever I want to you," He grabbed Harry's tie and pulled him close. "Because you aren't really here." He forced his lops over Harry's, ignoring the other teen's muffled protest. His hand wrapped around Harry's tile, until his hand grasped the knot.

Harry felt himself being pulled forward. A warm tongue forced its way into his mouth.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Harry asked, once Tom finally pulled back.

"No," Tom hissed, his eyes flashing. He leaned back down for another kiss. He grasped Harry's wrists, dragging them up above his head.

Harry moaned as he felt Tom grind his own growing erection into Harry's hips. Despite the loss of free will, Harry found himself turned on by the man above him. There was just something about the confidence, the utter control Tom exuded, that Harry found so attractive. He squirmed against the man, searching for friction as Tom kissed his way down his jaw and throat.

Tom shifted Harry's wrists into one hand. His now free hand traveled down to Harry's tie. He fumbled with the knot, pulling the tie from Harry's neck.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, squirming slightly, as Tom slipped the tie around Harry's wrists, tying him to the headboard.

"I need both my hands," Tom explained. Once he was sure Harry's wrists were well bound Tom settled back between Harry's legs.

Tom captured Harry's lips in another passionate kiss. His hands ghosted down Harry's sides, feeling quitch honed muscles twitch. One hand continued on down, gently massaging Harry's growing erection through the fabric of his pants.

"Good to know you're enjoying this too," Tom muttered. Harry whined as Tom removed his hand. "Hold on a second," Tom hushed him, kissing the tip of Harry's chin. He quickly began fumbling with Harry's shirt buttons, anxious to explore the golden flesh below. Once Harry's whole chest was revealed to him, Tom began to rub Harry's erection again.

"So pretty," he muttered watching Harry squirm beneath him. He swooped down, taking one dusty nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Ahh!" Harry moaned, arching up. His heels dug into the mattress searching for a hold.

"So anxious," Tom mused, pulling back. He smirked as Harry whined at the lose of contact. He loosened his own tie, followed by his pants. He shuddered as he finally released his trapped erection.

Harry's eyes grew wide as he looked at Tom's cock. Sure he wasn't a blushing virgin and sure it wasn't the biggest cock he'd ever seen. But his last (and first) few times he had always been more than a little drunk, and couldn't really remember what exactly had happened the next morning.

"Impressed?" Tom asked, catching Harry staring.

"Uhhh... ye... no... uh."

Tom chuckled. "Relax. This your first time?" He slowly started undoing Harry's pants.

"No!" Harry shouted incredulously. Tom smirked," I mean, I've done it a few times before." Tom was slowly pulling Harry's pants off.

"What were they like?"

"Well there was one time with my best friend's brothers," Harry explained. "They're twins."

"Were they your first?" Tom asked. He had divested Harry of his pants now and Harry hadn't even seemed to notice.

"No," Harry blushed. "My first time was... uh... my rival," Harry confessed. "We were both really drunk." Tom was now fingering the waistband of Harry's boxers. "Actually I was drunk both times." Harry admitted, hiding his face in his arms.

"So cute," Tom laughed, "So is this your first time sober?" He leaned down and kissed the tip of Harry's cock through his boxers. Harry nodded mutely. Tom smirked slowly pulling down Harry's boxers. His eyes ran over the body exposed beneath him. Everything from the odd little scar on his forehead to the straining cock, to the tip of Harry's toe, was oddly attractive to the teen.

Harry blushed under the scrutinization, subconsciously trying to close his legs.

"No, no, no," Tom chided, forcing Harry's legs back apart. "I'm not done with you yet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of lotion.

"Planning this all along?" Harry asked, eyeing the lotion in Tom's hand.

"The thought crossed my mind, yes," Tom smirked. He slicked up his fingers with the lotion.

Harry was about to retort, but quickly shut up as he felt the first finger enter. He grimaced as he tried to force himself to relax and open up. This sure was a lot easier drunk, he thought.

"You okay?" Tom asked. Harry nodded, still grimacing slightly. "I'm gonna stock another one in then." He slowly eased another finger in. He began searching for the magic little organ that would make the boy scream.

Tom could feel Harry slowly warm up to his fingers. He could feel the boy pushing down against him, clenching his muscles.

"You're ready," Tom stated, pulling his fingers out. He quickly slicked up his own cock. He lined up. "Hold on," he ordered. He surged forward.

"Ahh...hh...h..." Harry half-whimpered, half moaned. His feet scrambled for a footing as he tried to lift his hips away from the surging force.

"No, no, no," Tom grabbed Harry's hips and pushed them back down, shuddering the tight heat around him.

Harry's head thrashed back and forth. It hurt. He hadn't been stretched enough. Hot tears began to run down his cheeks.

Tom looked at the boy struggling beneath him. He took pity on Harry and stopped pushing.

"It's alright," he soothed, brushing Harry's tears away.

Harry took a shuddering breath. He could feel himself slowly adjusting to the thickness inside him.

"Just relax," Tom soothed. His hand traveled from Harry's face, down his chest and to his waning cock. "Tell me when your ready," Tom said, hand running up and down Harry's cock lightly.

Harry took one last deep breath. "Ready," he told Tom.

Tom slowly began to push forward again, this time being careful to monitor Harry. He didn't plan on stopping again, and a crying partner was quite a cockblock. The boy took it quite well. No more crying. In fact, as Tom pistoned his hips in and out he could almost see pleasure crossing the other boy's face. Now if only he could find Harry's prostate and make him see stars.

"AHHH!" Harry screamed.

Found it, Tom smirked, angling his thrust to hit his target with every thrust.

Harry's back arched as pleasure racked his body. Between Tom's hand now rubbing up and down his cock, and the continual assault to his prostate, Harry could feel himself getting close.

"Come," Tom hissed, leaning down and kissing Harry hard.

"Tom!" Harry screamed into the kiss, as he came. His toes curled, and his back arched, pushing his chest against Tom.

A few second more of the delightfully tight clenching passage was all Tom could take. He came with a quiet hiss, a look of pleasure barely passing his face.

"That... was..." Harry panted as Tom pulled out and rolled over.

"Good?" Tom supplied, reaching up to untie Harry's wrists.

"Yeah," Harry agreed. He slowly began to rub his wrist, trying to regain feeling in his fingers he never realized he lost.

Tom began to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you doing!" Harry asked alarmed.

"Getting ready for bed," Tom informed him. "I can't slip back into the slytherin dorm this late, Slughorn would have my hide. Aside from that you, have no where else to go." he kissed Harry on the forehead.

Once fully undressed Tom slipped under the covers, pulling Harry with him. They fell asleep wordlessly, tangled in each other limbs.

Several hours later, Harry woke up. He quietly got dressed, and looked around the room, searching for a quill and parchment. Once the room had supplied it Harry began a letter.

Dear Tom,

I'm sorry. I can't stay here. I've gone back to my own time, 1995. We can't be together. You'll find out why in the future. After all we do already know each other. I just wanted to say that, last night was wonderful, and I regret that we can never do it again.

With love,

The boy who lived.

Harry left the note on his pillow before silently slipping out of the room and out of Tom Riddle's life.

Author's Note: Enjoy? I certainly hope so. I actually have the next chapter mostly written, I'm just waiting for reeby to start my next prompt. We'll see when that happens...

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