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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: In Reddington’s words: “Stop being mean to me!”
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
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Chapter 27
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”Tom and I have a new plan.”
“You two go through those things too fast.”
Harry smiled at Ginny while his other friends laughed and Severus scowled. “Well, yes, we do, I suppose. This one’s good, though. It has to do with the ‘Big Plot’.”
“Big plot?” Hermione inquired, frowning.
“Pulling Dumbledore down and ending the war.” Draco leaned back in his chair, eyes on Harry. “Well?”
“We are going to be spending the rest of our Christmas break out of the school,” Harry offered mischievously.
“Why?” Blaise shook his head. “How is that supposed to help us, other than getting us away from Dumbledore, I mean?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “What plan is going into effect once Christmas break ends?”
“Spreading rumours…” Pansy frowned. “Harry, I’m still lost."
“Of course!” Hermione’s eyes shone as she figured it out. “The train! It’s more difficult to trace the rumours back to their head if they start outside the school!”
“Exactly!” Harry leaned over and gave his friend a hug.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I do believe, then, that I should be polite and offer my humble home to both Master Potter and Madam Weasley over this break, as they are the reason I decided to stay here.”
“Me too! Me too!” Theodore waved his hand around frantically.
“Fine…” Draco scowled.
“Well, I’m staying here. You need at least one inside contact to let you know if anything’s going down.” Blaise sighed. Seamus nodded seriously next to the Slytherin.
“Good men.” Harry pulled a piece of old parchment from his pocket and held it out to the Irishman. “If you lose this, Seamus Finnigan, I’ll skin you alive.”
Seamus nodded nervously as he took the Marauder’s Map. Blaise rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “You’re acting like Longbottom, Seam.”
The group of students laughed as Seamus blushed.
Severus cleared his throat. “What of Ms Granger?”
Hermione looked up at the professor, startled while Harry frowned in thought. “I’m not leaving you here, Herm. No chance in hell.”
“Father might let her in…” Draco suggested.
Tom?
Somewhat busy, love.
See if Lucius Malfoy will let Herm stay the holiday at his home?
Not order?
Tom…
Wait. Tom fell silent and Harry got the distinct impression that the Dark Lord was checking quietly with Lucius.
“Harry, you okay?” Hermione enquired.
“Tom’s seeing if Lucius will let you over,” the green-eyed teen responded.
“Oh…” Hermione scratched her head. “That’s right. You two have that connection…”
“Mhm…” Harry nodded absently.
He says it’s up to Draco. What all have you agreed on?
Hold on. Harry looked to Draco. “Lucius says it’s your choice.”
Silvery orbs shifted over Hermione’s form before the Malfoy heir nodded. “She’ll be coming. I won’t leave her alone in Gryffindor Tower with the Weasel.”
“Why, Draco Malfoy, I never knew you could be such a gentleman,” Hermione teased lightly. Draco scowled.
Herm’s going to be at Malfoy Manor with myself and Gin. Ted’s also wormed his way into staying there. ‘Bini and Seam will be remaining at Hogwarts. I believe Pan’s planned on remaining here as well.
Good. I’ll inform their parents.
What about you?
Oh, Lucius already invited me over for Christmas. Does so every year.
Lovely. Harry tuned back in to his friends as Tom laughed. “Everything’s good, then?”
“We still have to pack…” Draco half whined.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Off we go, then. Ted, make sure Dray actually packs and doesn’t pause continuously to, I dunno, preen himself?”
“I do not preen myself!”
“Yeah, you do.” Theodore winked at Harry. “I’m on it, mate.”
“Wonderful. Make sure you’re packed as well. ‘Bini, Seam, Pan, why don’t you two stay down here with Professor Snape to run interference if Dumbledore comes looking for the future top Death Eaters?”
Everyone laughed while Severus, Pansy, Seamus, and Blaise nodded.
“Thank you. Gin, can you help Herm pack?”
“Sure thing. Sure you don’t need help?”
“Moi?” Harry gave the girl a pained look. “I’ll have help, I assure you.”
Hermione snorted. “I almost feel bad for Ron.”
“Hermione Granger, I do believe there’s a Slytherin in you after all!” Seamus exclaimed.
“Of course.” Harry winked. “She just hides it well. Herm, Gin, you’re with me. Dray, Ted, off you go!”
“When did he become the boss?” Theodore grumbled as the five separated out in the hall.
“When he started dating You-Know-Who,” Draco shot back softly. Theodore gave a dramatic sigh, which got Ginny and Hermione to laugh before they fell out of hearing range.
“That boy.” Harry sighed, shaking his head.
“What’s…uh…” Hermione frowned.
“What’s Voldemort doing?” Harry shrugged. “I try not to find out. Nasty mind, that one.”
Ginny snorted. “Means Tom blocked him so he could concentrate,” she informed the Head Girl.
Harry glared at the red-head. “That’s it! You get a five second head start!”
Ginny shot off down the hall, laughing, and Harry chased her. Hermione smiled at the two.
-~*~-
The group of teens were all sitting in the Entrance Hall with the things of those that were leaving, waiting for Lucius to come and pick them up.
“That’s, actually, the best painting I’ve ever seen,” Ginny murmured, admiring something that Harry had spelled onto the wall.
“And the reason we’re leaving so late at night,” Draco agreed, poking the thing.
Hermione shook her head at Harry. “Have I mentioned lately that you’re the best?”
“Probably. Oiy! Dray! Don’t mess up the paint!”
Draco drew his hand back with a smirk. “I wanted to add my own special touch, Har.”
Harry scowled. “ ‘Gryffindors and their nicknames’ my ass. What did you want to add, Malfoy?”
“Well, ‘From the Future Death Eaters’ seems a little bland. I wanted to add something like: ‘We’re here to finish you off’ or, I don’t know…”
“ ‘Fuck you Dumbledore, you whore’?”
“Father!”
The group turned to nod to Lucius Malfoy, who nodded in response. “Whose work is this?”
“Harry’s. It’s his, err, parting gift, of sorts,” Theodore replied from where he sat on Ginny’s trunk, her in his lap.
Lucius looked over at Harry with a surprised look. “I had not believed in your change, Mr Potter.”
“It is rather foolish to believe all you hear. I mean, there are just so many rumours about me these days!” Harry snorted. “But, really, whore just doesn’t do it…”
“Goat whore,” Hermione suggested.
Harry snorted in amusement while everyone else stared at the Head Girl in confusion. “Aberforth. I should have expected you’d remember that.”
“Aberforth Dumbledore…” Lucius nodded to Hermione. “You’ve converted her, Mr Potter. Commendable.”
“Herm’s not converted, really. She just wants a reason to write on Ron some more.” Ginny laughed.
“You can’t convert me,” Hermione agreed. “Though, I’ll stick with Harry before anyone else at this rate.”
“Who else would you have stuck with?” Draco asked.
Harry jerked his thumb at the new wall decoration. “Ronald over there, of course. She wouldn’t have had much choice.”
“Well, finish your note to the Headmaster and let’s go,” Lucius ordered.
“Dray, go on then,” Harry offered, amused by the pleading look he was receiving from the Slytherin.
Draco gave a soft whoop, ignored the look his father was giving him, and wrote the rest of the note on Ron Weasley’s skin and the wall next to him in the red paint Harry had conjured up.
Harry looked over Pansy, Blaise, and Seamus with a critical eye. “I’d suggest staying away from Dumbledore for a while. Professor Snape will cover you. If Dumbledore gets to be totally ridiculous, call us and I’m sure we can pull you out for the rest of the holidays.” He glanced over at Lucius for confirmation and the blonde man nodded. “Good. Remember, spread the rumours discreetly, and don’t get caught. That’s what the map is for. Any mayhem you cause cannot be traced back to you, though it can be traced back to me. In fact, that should confuse and annoy Dumbledore even more, yes?”
“We’ve got it, Harry!” Blaise groaned. “Now, for the last time, go!”
“I’ve been kicked out of my school.” Harry sighed.
“Oh, shut up.” Hermione slung an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to that person awaiting you at the Malfoys’ far more.”
“True, true.” Harry smiled. “Very well. Dray, if you’re done?”
Draco finished his painting and let the paintbrush fall back into the bucket, which Harry then banished. “Okay. Home we go, then.”
“Shrink your things. I’ve brought a Portkey so our youngest witch doesn’t feel left out,” Lucius murmured, holding up his cane.
“This should be fun. I’ve never been to Malfoy Manor,” Harry said brightly.
“He’s not totally cured.” Draco sighed sadly. “But we’re working on him.”
Harry scowled while the students laughed and Lucius smiled slightly.
“Come.” The blonde man held out the cane and the group going to the Manor gathered around, grabbing hold. “To the Manor we go.”
And they were all gone, including the three they’d left behind, who had faded into the shadows. Only Ron remained, hung on the wall.
-~*~-
“This should be fun, he says. I’ve never been to Malfoy Manor, he says,” Theodore said teasingly as Harry hugged Tom tightly. The Dark Lord was smiling like an idiot, which appeared to amuse Lucius to no end.
Ginny elbowed her boyfriend. “Oh, hush, you. Harry’s never this happy.”
“No, he’s not, is he?” Hermione shook her head sadly. “Not even earlier when I was talking to him.”
Ginny bit her lip. “Freedom, from expectations, then,” She murmured, knowing that wasn’t all of it.
“You two spending the night together?” Theodore asked suddenly.
Harry tensed and Tom’s hold tightened while Ginny elbowed the boy. She’d told him not to mention stuff like that to Harry!
Harry? Love?
I-I need to tell them, Tom. Salazar’s right… Harry responded carefully.
Tom kissed Harry’s forehead gently. Now? Are you sure?
I’ll lose my nerve the longer I wait, Harry responded firmly.
Tom sighed and glanced over at the four students and Lucius, who were watching with cautious curiosity. Ginny was glaring furiously at Theodore, who was rubbing his arm painfully. Hermione was frowning, as if trying to figure something out. Draco had masked his face carefully. “Lucius, may we borrow your sitting room? All of us?”
“Of course, my Lord.” Lucius bowed.
Harry let out some nervous laughter. “My Lord. How tacky.”
Tom kissed his forehead again, not even bothering with a comeback, which surprised everyone. “Lucius, lead on, then. Come on.”
Lucius, frowning, led the small group to the sitting room, which was done in deep greens and blues. Hermione and Ginny were both entranced, but Draco and Theodore were dispassionate. Tom was too worried about Harry to care, and the latter was too nervous.
Tom settled himself in a dark green arm chair and drew Harry into his lap. The teen rested his head against Tom’s shoulder, closing his eyes and imagining he was anywhere but there, doing anything but that. Tom waited until everyone was seated and watching them curiously before pulling Harry back from his imagination. “Harry?”
Empty green eyes opened and looked around the room. “I suppose I should explain why Gin has been making you guys shut up about sex, yes?”
Ginny bit her lip. “Harry, you don’t–“
“Gin, dear sister, please shut up,” Harry warned her and Ginny shut her mouth with a snap. “During the summer between fifth and sixth year, after Sirius’ death, I had a tendency to wander around outside, often sticking to the dark alleys. Of course, I wasn’t aware of my surroundings, so it was no surprise when Dudley and his gang jumped me and raped me before running away,” he said in a monotone. Tom’s arms tightened around his waist as the teen watched his hands.
Draco and Theodore looked horrified. Lucius was almost neutral, except for the twinge of sadness in his eyes. Ginny was biting her lip sadly, hand clutching at Theodore’s. Hermione had tears running down her face.
“Harry?” the brunette girl whispered.
Harry glanced up, green eyes shadowed. “Aren’t I disgusting?” he asked.
“No!” Hermione stood and glared at the Boy-Who-Lived. “Harry James Potter, if I ever hear you refer to yourself as disgusting or any synonym of it again, I’ll punch you in the face.”
“And she punches hard,” Draco murmured softly before giving Harry a smile. “She’s right, you know. You’re not the ‘disgusting’ one, Harry. It’s those other guys who are.”
“Told you.” Tom smiled around the teen in his lap at Harry’s odd mix of friends.
“But–“
“Oh, give it a rest, Harry. We still all love you, so get over it.” Ginny growled. “And Hermione isn’t the only one who wants to punch you right now.”
“She hits hard too,” Theodore chimed in. “Come on, Harry. Why would we hate you for being raped when we can hate you for being the Boy-Who-Lived so much easier?”
Harry let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Why indeed.”
“I do believe everyone should be getting some sleep,” Lucius cut in firmly.
“It has been a long day, I suppose,” Hermione agreed, suddenly having to cover a yawn.
“Too much excitement.” Ginny sighed, smiling at Harry, who was watching everyone carefully. “G’night, big brother.”
Harry’s face broke out into a smile. “Night, Gin.”
“What, no good night for me?” Draco asked in mock offense.
“Oh, fine. Good night, Ferret-face.”
“I’m only letting you get away with that this once, understand?” Draco warned.
“Oh, let him alone already.” Theodore laughed. “Good night, Harry, my Lord.”
“Night, Ted,” the two raven-haired wizards chorused.
“Weasley twins,” Draco muttered with a shudder as he left the room, Ted on his heels. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione laughed.
“Good night, Gin, Hermione,” Tom offered, smiling slightly.
“Good night, Tom,” Ginny replied brightly before chasing after her boyfriend.
Hermione smiled. “Hug, Harry?” she asked softly.
Harry paused long enough for Tom to let him go before standing and hugging the bushy-haired girl tightly. “Thanks, Herm,” he whispered into her hair.
Hermione let him go and gave the wizard a stern look. “I will punch you if you get all ridiculous like that again, you know.”
“I know. It’s got me shaking in terror,” Harry teased.
Hermione rolled her eyes and messed up Harry’s hair before giving Tom a stern look. “You’d better be good to him, Mr Riddle, or you’ll be hearing it from me,” she said seriously.
Tom inclined his head slightly. “I have no doubts I will, but I don’t intend to hurt Harry.”
Hermione smiled. “I didn’t think so, but it’s always good to make sure.” She nodded to the man. “Good night, then.”
“Good night, Herm,” Harry offered.
Hermione gave him a swift peck on the cheek. “Good night, Harry. Sleep well,” she offered before sweeping from the room.
Harry turned to Tom. “You’re smiling.”
“I do believe I rather like Miss Granger.”
“Yeah, yeah. Not many have the guts to threaten you.” Harry rolled his eyes.
Tom stood and slid an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Will you sleep with me?”
Harry nibbled on his lower lip before nodding slowly. “I need someone’s snoring to keep me up,” he muttered.
Tom laughed and led the way out of the room and down the hall to the room they’d be sharing. “Speaking of Mr Weasley, how did you leave him? I know you had another of your nasty plots in mind…”
Harry smirked. “Hung him up in the Entrance Hall and painted a message on him.”
“Did you leave him any dignity?”
“Well, we left him his underwear, but Herm transfigured them into a grass skirt and, for some strange reason, put a cock ring on him…” Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to know where she got it, though.”
Tom laughed. “Neither would I. What was the message?”
“Oh, just the usual, ‘Fuck off, Dumbledore, you goat whore. From the Future Death Eaters.’ You know,” Harry responded innocently.
Tom opened the door to the room and kissed Harry on top of his head. “You really know how to hold a grudge, don’t you?”
“I’ve had lots of practise.”
“Sorry.”
“Oh, shut up.” Harry leaned up and kissed the Dark Lord’s cheek before bounding over to the bathroom, where he locked himself in.
Tom rolled his eyes and closed the room door. “That was the worst kiss I’ve ever received!”
“You’ll live,” Harry called back out teasingly.
Tom chuckled and pulled off his robe, which he hung on the back of a chair. His shirt landed on top of it and then he wandered over to the bed.
Harry stepped from the bathroom. “Do you need to go?”
“Nope. Come on.” Tom patted the bed next to him.
Harry sighed and pulled off his own shirt, which he deposited in the middle of the floor, before joining Tom.
“Did you have to leave that there?”
“Of course.”
“Brat.”
“Were you under the impression I wasn’t one?”
“I had hoped you weren’t.” Tom sighed, drawing Harry against him and kissing the top of his head softly. “Sleep well, Harry.”
“You too, Tom,” The teen replied, burrowing his head into Tom’s chest with a smile. Love you.
I love you too, now go to sleep. Tom sighed.
But Harry was already sleeping peacefully.
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A/N: Fluff… Oh, great Merlin, what have I done?! *trips over Harry’s shirt* HARRY POTTER!!!
~Batsutousai
Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 ||27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: In Reddington’s words: “Stop being mean to me!”
Key:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:
Chapter 27
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”Tom and I have a new plan.”
“You two go through those things too fast.”
Harry smiled at Ginny while his other friends laughed and Severus scowled. “Well, yes, we do, I suppose. This one’s good, though. It has to do with the ‘Big Plot’.”
“Big plot?” Hermione inquired, frowning.
“Pulling Dumbledore down and ending the war.” Draco leaned back in his chair, eyes on Harry. “Well?”
“We are going to be spending the rest of our Christmas break out of the school,” Harry offered mischievously.
“Why?” Blaise shook his head. “How is that supposed to help us, other than getting us away from Dumbledore, I mean?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “What plan is going into effect once Christmas break ends?”
“Spreading rumours…” Pansy frowned. “Harry, I’m still lost."
“Of course!” Hermione’s eyes shone as she figured it out. “The train! It’s more difficult to trace the rumours back to their head if they start outside the school!”
“Exactly!” Harry leaned over and gave his friend a hug.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I do believe, then, that I should be polite and offer my humble home to both Master Potter and Madam Weasley over this break, as they are the reason I decided to stay here.”
“Me too! Me too!” Theodore waved his hand around frantically.
“Fine…” Draco scowled.
“Well, I’m staying here. You need at least one inside contact to let you know if anything’s going down.” Blaise sighed. Seamus nodded seriously next to the Slytherin.
“Good men.” Harry pulled a piece of old parchment from his pocket and held it out to the Irishman. “If you lose this, Seamus Finnigan, I’ll skin you alive.”
Seamus nodded nervously as he took the Marauder’s Map. Blaise rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “You’re acting like Longbottom, Seam.”
The group of students laughed as Seamus blushed.
Severus cleared his throat. “What of Ms Granger?”
Hermione looked up at the professor, startled while Harry frowned in thought. “I’m not leaving you here, Herm. No chance in hell.”
“Father might let her in…” Draco suggested.
Tom?
Somewhat busy, love.
See if Lucius Malfoy will let Herm stay the holiday at his home?
Not order?
Tom…
Wait. Tom fell silent and Harry got the distinct impression that the Dark Lord was checking quietly with Lucius.
“Harry, you okay?” Hermione enquired.
“Tom’s seeing if Lucius will let you over,” the green-eyed teen responded.
“Oh…” Hermione scratched her head. “That’s right. You two have that connection…”
“Mhm…” Harry nodded absently.
He says it’s up to Draco. What all have you agreed on?
Hold on. Harry looked to Draco. “Lucius says it’s your choice.”
Silvery orbs shifted over Hermione’s form before the Malfoy heir nodded. “She’ll be coming. I won’t leave her alone in Gryffindor Tower with the Weasel.”
“Why, Draco Malfoy, I never knew you could be such a gentleman,” Hermione teased lightly. Draco scowled.
Herm’s going to be at Malfoy Manor with myself and Gin. Ted’s also wormed his way into staying there. ‘Bini and Seam will be remaining at Hogwarts. I believe Pan’s planned on remaining here as well.
Good. I’ll inform their parents.
What about you?
Oh, Lucius already invited me over for Christmas. Does so every year.
Lovely. Harry tuned back in to his friends as Tom laughed. “Everything’s good, then?”
“We still have to pack…” Draco half whined.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Off we go, then. Ted, make sure Dray actually packs and doesn’t pause continuously to, I dunno, preen himself?”
“I do not preen myself!”
“Yeah, you do.” Theodore winked at Harry. “I’m on it, mate.”
“Wonderful. Make sure you’re packed as well. ‘Bini, Seam, Pan, why don’t you two stay down here with Professor Snape to run interference if Dumbledore comes looking for the future top Death Eaters?”
Everyone laughed while Severus, Pansy, Seamus, and Blaise nodded.
“Thank you. Gin, can you help Herm pack?”
“Sure thing. Sure you don’t need help?”
“Moi?” Harry gave the girl a pained look. “I’ll have help, I assure you.”
Hermione snorted. “I almost feel bad for Ron.”
“Hermione Granger, I do believe there’s a Slytherin in you after all!” Seamus exclaimed.
“Of course.” Harry winked. “She just hides it well. Herm, Gin, you’re with me. Dray, Ted, off you go!”
“When did he become the boss?” Theodore grumbled as the five separated out in the hall.
“When he started dating You-Know-Who,” Draco shot back softly. Theodore gave a dramatic sigh, which got Ginny and Hermione to laugh before they fell out of hearing range.
“That boy.” Harry sighed, shaking his head.
“What’s…uh…” Hermione frowned.
“What’s Voldemort doing?” Harry shrugged. “I try not to find out. Nasty mind, that one.”
Ginny snorted. “Means Tom blocked him so he could concentrate,” she informed the Head Girl.
Harry glared at the red-head. “That’s it! You get a five second head start!”
Ginny shot off down the hall, laughing, and Harry chased her. Hermione smiled at the two.
The group of teens were all sitting in the Entrance Hall with the things of those that were leaving, waiting for Lucius to come and pick them up.
“That’s, actually, the best painting I’ve ever seen,” Ginny murmured, admiring something that Harry had spelled onto the wall.
“And the reason we’re leaving so late at night,” Draco agreed, poking the thing.
Hermione shook her head at Harry. “Have I mentioned lately that you’re the best?”
“Probably. Oiy! Dray! Don’t mess up the paint!”
Draco drew his hand back with a smirk. “I wanted to add my own special touch, Har.”
Harry scowled. “ ‘Gryffindors and their nicknames’ my ass. What did you want to add, Malfoy?”
“Well, ‘From the Future Death Eaters’ seems a little bland. I wanted to add something like: ‘We’re here to finish you off’ or, I don’t know…”
“ ‘Fuck you Dumbledore, you whore’?”
“Father!”
The group turned to nod to Lucius Malfoy, who nodded in response. “Whose work is this?”
“Harry’s. It’s his, err, parting gift, of sorts,” Theodore replied from where he sat on Ginny’s trunk, her in his lap.
Lucius looked over at Harry with a surprised look. “I had not believed in your change, Mr Potter.”
“It is rather foolish to believe all you hear. I mean, there are just so many rumours about me these days!” Harry snorted. “But, really, whore just doesn’t do it…”
“Goat whore,” Hermione suggested.
Harry snorted in amusement while everyone else stared at the Head Girl in confusion. “Aberforth. I should have expected you’d remember that.”
“Aberforth Dumbledore…” Lucius nodded to Hermione. “You’ve converted her, Mr Potter. Commendable.”
“Herm’s not converted, really. She just wants a reason to write on Ron some more.” Ginny laughed.
“You can’t convert me,” Hermione agreed. “Though, I’ll stick with Harry before anyone else at this rate.”
“Who else would you have stuck with?” Draco asked.
Harry jerked his thumb at the new wall decoration. “Ronald over there, of course. She wouldn’t have had much choice.”
“Well, finish your note to the Headmaster and let’s go,” Lucius ordered.
“Dray, go on then,” Harry offered, amused by the pleading look he was receiving from the Slytherin.
Draco gave a soft whoop, ignored the look his father was giving him, and wrote the rest of the note on Ron Weasley’s skin and the wall next to him in the red paint Harry had conjured up.
Harry looked over Pansy, Blaise, and Seamus with a critical eye. “I’d suggest staying away from Dumbledore for a while. Professor Snape will cover you. If Dumbledore gets to be totally ridiculous, call us and I’m sure we can pull you out for the rest of the holidays.” He glanced over at Lucius for confirmation and the blonde man nodded. “Good. Remember, spread the rumours discreetly, and don’t get caught. That’s what the map is for. Any mayhem you cause cannot be traced back to you, though it can be traced back to me. In fact, that should confuse and annoy Dumbledore even more, yes?”
“We’ve got it, Harry!” Blaise groaned. “Now, for the last time, go!”
“I’ve been kicked out of my school.” Harry sighed.
“Oh, shut up.” Hermione slung an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to that person awaiting you at the Malfoys’ far more.”
“True, true.” Harry smiled. “Very well. Dray, if you’re done?”
Draco finished his painting and let the paintbrush fall back into the bucket, which Harry then banished. “Okay. Home we go, then.”
“Shrink your things. I’ve brought a Portkey so our youngest witch doesn’t feel left out,” Lucius murmured, holding up his cane.
“This should be fun. I’ve never been to Malfoy Manor,” Harry said brightly.
“He’s not totally cured.” Draco sighed sadly. “But we’re working on him.”
Harry scowled while the students laughed and Lucius smiled slightly.
“Come.” The blonde man held out the cane and the group going to the Manor gathered around, grabbing hold. “To the Manor we go.”
And they were all gone, including the three they’d left behind, who had faded into the shadows. Only Ron remained, hung on the wall.
“This should be fun, he says. I’ve never been to Malfoy Manor, he says,” Theodore said teasingly as Harry hugged Tom tightly. The Dark Lord was smiling like an idiot, which appeared to amuse Lucius to no end.
Ginny elbowed her boyfriend. “Oh, hush, you. Harry’s never this happy.”
“No, he’s not, is he?” Hermione shook her head sadly. “Not even earlier when I was talking to him.”
Ginny bit her lip. “Freedom, from expectations, then,” She murmured, knowing that wasn’t all of it.
“You two spending the night together?” Theodore asked suddenly.
Harry tensed and Tom’s hold tightened while Ginny elbowed the boy. She’d told him not to mention stuff like that to Harry!
Harry? Love?
I-I need to tell them, Tom. Salazar’s right… Harry responded carefully.
Tom kissed Harry’s forehead gently. Now? Are you sure?
I’ll lose my nerve the longer I wait, Harry responded firmly.
Tom sighed and glanced over at the four students and Lucius, who were watching with cautious curiosity. Ginny was glaring furiously at Theodore, who was rubbing his arm painfully. Hermione was frowning, as if trying to figure something out. Draco had masked his face carefully. “Lucius, may we borrow your sitting room? All of us?”
“Of course, my Lord.” Lucius bowed.
Harry let out some nervous laughter. “My Lord. How tacky.”
Tom kissed his forehead again, not even bothering with a comeback, which surprised everyone. “Lucius, lead on, then. Come on.”
Lucius, frowning, led the small group to the sitting room, which was done in deep greens and blues. Hermione and Ginny were both entranced, but Draco and Theodore were dispassionate. Tom was too worried about Harry to care, and the latter was too nervous.
Tom settled himself in a dark green arm chair and drew Harry into his lap. The teen rested his head against Tom’s shoulder, closing his eyes and imagining he was anywhere but there, doing anything but that. Tom waited until everyone was seated and watching them curiously before pulling Harry back from his imagination. “Harry?”
Empty green eyes opened and looked around the room. “I suppose I should explain why Gin has been making you guys shut up about sex, yes?”
Ginny bit her lip. “Harry, you don’t–“
“Gin, dear sister, please shut up,” Harry warned her and Ginny shut her mouth with a snap. “During the summer between fifth and sixth year, after Sirius’ death, I had a tendency to wander around outside, often sticking to the dark alleys. Of course, I wasn’t aware of my surroundings, so it was no surprise when Dudley and his gang jumped me and raped me before running away,” he said in a monotone. Tom’s arms tightened around his waist as the teen watched his hands.
Draco and Theodore looked horrified. Lucius was almost neutral, except for the twinge of sadness in his eyes. Ginny was biting her lip sadly, hand clutching at Theodore’s. Hermione had tears running down her face.
“Harry?” the brunette girl whispered.
Harry glanced up, green eyes shadowed. “Aren’t I disgusting?” he asked.
“No!” Hermione stood and glared at the Boy-Who-Lived. “Harry James Potter, if I ever hear you refer to yourself as disgusting or any synonym of it again, I’ll punch you in the face.”
“And she punches hard,” Draco murmured softly before giving Harry a smile. “She’s right, you know. You’re not the ‘disgusting’ one, Harry. It’s those other guys who are.”
“Told you.” Tom smiled around the teen in his lap at Harry’s odd mix of friends.
“But–“
“Oh, give it a rest, Harry. We still all love you, so get over it.” Ginny growled. “And Hermione isn’t the only one who wants to punch you right now.”
“She hits hard too,” Theodore chimed in. “Come on, Harry. Why would we hate you for being raped when we can hate you for being the Boy-Who-Lived so much easier?”
Harry let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Why indeed.”
“I do believe everyone should be getting some sleep,” Lucius cut in firmly.
“It has been a long day, I suppose,” Hermione agreed, suddenly having to cover a yawn.
“Too much excitement.” Ginny sighed, smiling at Harry, who was watching everyone carefully. “G’night, big brother.”
Harry’s face broke out into a smile. “Night, Gin.”
“What, no good night for me?” Draco asked in mock offense.
“Oh, fine. Good night, Ferret-face.”
“I’m only letting you get away with that this once, understand?” Draco warned.
“Oh, let him alone already.” Theodore laughed. “Good night, Harry, my Lord.”
“Night, Ted,” the two raven-haired wizards chorused.
“Weasley twins,” Draco muttered with a shudder as he left the room, Ted on his heels. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione laughed.
“Good night, Gin, Hermione,” Tom offered, smiling slightly.
“Good night, Tom,” Ginny replied brightly before chasing after her boyfriend.
Hermione smiled. “Hug, Harry?” she asked softly.
Harry paused long enough for Tom to let him go before standing and hugging the bushy-haired girl tightly. “Thanks, Herm,” he whispered into her hair.
Hermione let him go and gave the wizard a stern look. “I will punch you if you get all ridiculous like that again, you know.”
“I know. It’s got me shaking in terror,” Harry teased.
Hermione rolled her eyes and messed up Harry’s hair before giving Tom a stern look. “You’d better be good to him, Mr Riddle, or you’ll be hearing it from me,” she said seriously.
Tom inclined his head slightly. “I have no doubts I will, but I don’t intend to hurt Harry.”
Hermione smiled. “I didn’t think so, but it’s always good to make sure.” She nodded to the man. “Good night, then.”
“Good night, Herm,” Harry offered.
Hermione gave him a swift peck on the cheek. “Good night, Harry. Sleep well,” she offered before sweeping from the room.
Harry turned to Tom. “You’re smiling.”
“I do believe I rather like Miss Granger.”
“Yeah, yeah. Not many have the guts to threaten you.” Harry rolled his eyes.
Tom stood and slid an arm around Harry’s shoulders. “Will you sleep with me?”
Harry nibbled on his lower lip before nodding slowly. “I need someone’s snoring to keep me up,” he muttered.
Tom laughed and led the way out of the room and down the hall to the room they’d be sharing. “Speaking of Mr Weasley, how did you leave him? I know you had another of your nasty plots in mind…”
Harry smirked. “Hung him up in the Entrance Hall and painted a message on him.”
“Did you leave him any dignity?”
“Well, we left him his underwear, but Herm transfigured them into a grass skirt and, for some strange reason, put a cock ring on him…” Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to know where she got it, though.”
Tom laughed. “Neither would I. What was the message?”
“Oh, just the usual, ‘Fuck off, Dumbledore, you goat whore. From the Future Death Eaters.’ You know,” Harry responded innocently.
Tom opened the door to the room and kissed Harry on top of his head. “You really know how to hold a grudge, don’t you?”
“I’ve had lots of practise.”
“Sorry.”
“Oh, shut up.” Harry leaned up and kissed the Dark Lord’s cheek before bounding over to the bathroom, where he locked himself in.
Tom rolled his eyes and closed the room door. “That was the worst kiss I’ve ever received!”
“You’ll live,” Harry called back out teasingly.
Tom chuckled and pulled off his robe, which he hung on the back of a chair. His shirt landed on top of it and then he wandered over to the bed.
Harry stepped from the bathroom. “Do you need to go?”
“Nope. Come on.” Tom patted the bed next to him.
Harry sighed and pulled off his own shirt, which he deposited in the middle of the floor, before joining Tom.
“Did you have to leave that there?”
“Of course.”
“Brat.”
“Were you under the impression I wasn’t one?”
“I had hoped you weren’t.” Tom sighed, drawing Harry against him and kissing the top of his head softly. “Sleep well, Harry.”
“You too, Tom,” The teen replied, burrowing his head into Tom’s chest with a smile. Love you.
I love you too, now go to sleep. Tom sighed.
But Harry was already sleeping peacefully.
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A/N: Fluff… Oh, great Merlin, what have I done?! *trips over Harry’s shirt* HARRY POTTER!!!
~Batsutousai
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 ||
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)
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