war and peace

Not long after school started, Valentine's Day came.Harry thought that with the current serious situation, the students should not be interested in expressing love to each other, but he guessed wrong.Strictly speaking, and not just on Valentine's Day - any other time of day - there seemed to be an infinite number of people ready to climb into Tom's bed, Slytherins most of all.

Harry was always hanging out with Tom, and ended up watching the whole of Hogwarts—everyone from the first year to the seventh year—send love letters and gifts to the guy with the innocent smile. Gift.Upholding the attitude that a good student should have, Tom dismissed them one by one gently but forcefully.If the other person insists, he will accept the gift, but that's it - they seem to be used to this disappointment.

"Are they all crazy?" Harry growled in frustration as they emerged from the Slytherin common room and headed upstairs to the Great Hall together.It was just before dinner, and there were still a few students in the corridor.

"It turns out that if you don't want to, there is always someone willing to satisfy me." Tom also answered in a low voice, with a deep dissatisfaction in his tone.

His professors would never have thought of this side of a good student... Harry blushed, and then retorted for the [-]st time in days: "I told you, it's because you're underage!" He refused to make the last move that night, and Tom looked so ugly.

"Don't be stupid, do you think that stupid Ministry of Magic regulation has any meaning? Even if the Muggle Queen's decree hadn't been abolished a few years ago (in Victorian England, homosexuality was illegal)—" Tom revealed He gave a look of contempt, and said firmly, "It's also useless. Besides," he deliberately looked at Harry with an extremely critical look, "In any case, you look more like a minor, right?"

"I've grown up a long time ago!" Harry immediately abandoned the previous topic of debate, and argued dissatisfiedly.Then he calmed down a bit, and began to find evidence for his point: "I'm a good Seeker! Once (ah no, defeating the Dark Lord can't be said, Harry stopped the car)... before receiving Love letters are no less than yours!"

Tom stopped. "Before?" he repeated the word, and Harry thought he saw a dangerous red glint in Tom's eye.But he couldn't be sure, because the next moment Tom turned his face back to the front and walked on.

Harry was left hanging, and belatedly noticed that Tom seemed angry.Although he was easily agitated and restless when arguing with Voldemort in any form, it has to be said that he was always touched by Voldemort's inadvertent desire for dominance.Harry chased after him, and began to think: After all, Voldemort is just a sensitive Tom now, he should be more open-minded and magnanimous, so as to be worthy of his real age...

The atmosphere at the dinner table was the same as always, except for a few bold Slytherin girls who made explicit hints.This included Walburga Black (who was following Tom almost all the time with an almost fanatical gaze, and there were plenty of them in Slytherin), and Agnes Lestrange, too, but She's pretty reserved.

Those glances made Harry, who was sitting next to Tom, restless.hell!Why was he so angry that he couldn't eat while Sirius' mother was staring at Tom?Fuck his open-mindedness, f*ck his generosity, get the hell out of here!

"Boss, aren't you coming again tonight?" Nott, who was sitting across from them, asked cautiously.It's been several years, and I haven't attended Slytherin's inner ball for the first time-it's a ball, but it should be described with deeper words.Valentine's Day is undoubtedly the best time, and if most people stay in school for Christmas, it will usually be held again.

Before Tom could answer, the other Death Eaters exchanged a knowing glance.It's obvious that if anyone was successful, they should have known. "I'm assuming," Malfoy said, with Harry's nasty smirk on his face, "that no one is still getting our boss's full attention." He leaned forward slightly, and asked Tom in a low voice, "Boss, this time How about this?"

Harry had been at a loss since Nott started asking. "Come"? "Attention"? "This time this"?But the last term took him a second to figure it out before he glared at Malfoy.

"I'm going to the library," Tom replied succinctly, ignoring the disappointed sighs of the group next to him.Then he noticed Harry's movement, and there was a little smile in his eyes: "Abraxas, I'm afraid you have to ask Harry this question this time."

Malfoy's gray pupils widened.Not only him, but all the other quasi-Death Eaters who understood the hidden meaning of this sentence all had shocked and dull expressions on their faces.The boss basically seemed to be only interested in certain things, and they all wondered if he hadn't even opened the things they gave them (the truth...).But anyway, the boss actually forwarded them to Potter (wrong, but probably not far away), isn't it incredible?

"Oh, if the boss did that, I shouldn't have asked..." Malfoy replied with a dry smile, annoyed and angry.Harry Potter, this airborne transfer student, could not only live in the same room as the boss, but was allowed to follow him all the time, and now the boss even shared the personal gifts he received with him!This is really bad news, their position in the mind of the boss is at stake!

Nott, Rozier, and Mulciber looked at me and I looked at you, as if they were stuck in their throats by an invisible fishbone at the same time, and no one spoke.

A small smile played on Tom's lips.Sometimes watching this group of people intrigue or being happy and disappointed for the favor that does not exist at all is also a good way to adjust their spare time life.

"Is there something going to happen tonight that I don't know about?" Harry asked impatiently as soon as he left the auditorium.Being blindfolded sucks, especially when he's the only one who doesn't know what's going on.

"It's just a small internal meeting." Tom's answer was still smooth and unremarkable.

Harry was full of doubts.A little house party?He had never heard of such a thing before.But when he got back to the Slytherin common room at night, he sincerely hoped he never knew.He remembered that Dumbledore said that Tom's coterie had done a lot of things in private, but he didn't expect their incitement to be so terrible!

In the stone circular space, the tables and chairs were messy, the food plates were smashed on the ground, the wine bottles were tilted here and there, and there was a mixed smell of musk and spirits everywhere.Even though they came back late, and there were only a few entangled figures left in the corner, it was obvious what happened here.

"Is this a so-called party?" Harry's voice contained anger.

Tom was stepping over a fallen table leg, and he gave him a surprised look. "you know?"

"Why wouldn't I know? Think of Leicester Square! What's the difference?" Harry growled, then found himself at a loss for words.

Tom narrowed his eyes at him. "Obviously," he whispered at last, "you've been following me since then..." But he didn't realize it!

Harry wanted to keep quiet about it, but in this situation he had to say, "...you're always wandering around! I... I... just worried about you!" He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he said it.

Tom folded his arms and stared at him without saying a word.When the silence between them was almost suffocating, a person staggered over from the side, it was Malfoy.His usually neat light blonde long hair is now disheveled, his collar is untied, revealing half of his waistline, and his trousers seem to have just been buttoned a few times indiscriminately.Although Harry disliked him very much, he had to admit that the members of the Malfoy family seemed to have a lot of money.

Abraxas Malfoy was staring at Tom with a dreamy look that Harry was almost certain he'd had too much to drink - there was a lot more interest in it than his usual stares.Harry watched him warily, thinking he was probably going to be leaning on Tom the next second (oh that's enough!).But Malfoy stretched out his hand, fell headlong to his side, and breathed on Harry's neck, "You... are back... we... go on..."

Tom raised an eyebrow dangerously.Harry froze for a moment, then became aware of a hand trying to get inside his shirt from behind - Harry's scalp tingled at the thought that that hand belonged to Malfoy - and jumped aside, Shake off the hand that made his hair stand on end.

Malfoy muttered something, swayed, and fell to the ground, seemingly dead drunk again.Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Tom took two steps towards him. "He seems really drunk..." Harry rubbed the skin on the back of his neck vigorously, trying to wipe away the nausea.But before he finished this action, his jaw was roughly pulled up.Harry kept holding the book in one hand and resting his hand on his neck, and then he saw that the black eyes in front of him were shining with fire.

Tom kicked the man on the ground almost viciously, and Malfoy curled up in pain. "Stop pretending," he said coldly, "open your eyes and take a good look... you will know that you will definitely not touch anything in the future!" He pulled Harry past him involuntarily, taking advantage of his height to press him down.

Harry was very dissatisfied with his sudden forced kiss, but he struggled twice before being captured by the familiar pleasure.He may never be able to really refuse that attraction... The sound of something falling to the ground seemed far away in the sky, his hands wrapped around the other's neck, and the other's hands hugged his waist tightly, and the kiss lingered from his lips , and finally printed on the nape of the neck.Harry could feel the skin starting to heat up and tingle, the kind of sucking that would definitely leave marks...

When they parted, Harry was out of breath, and noticed that everyone in the common room was staring at them dumbfounded.Everyone really, all the drunks seemed sober, including Malfoy.So how many people were going to take that trick just now to get Tom's attention?Before Harry could blush, his anger rose at the thought.

Tom looked at the delicious trail he had left, and seemed satisfied at last. "Don't make me say it a second time," he said to the stunned crowd, before motioning for Harry to follow him.

But the latter stood motionless.From the very beginning, Harry chose to enter Slytherin House just to be close to Tom, which doesn't mean he has a sense of identity with all Slytherin students.He endured those small moves against himself, or dodged as much as he could, which didn't mean that he was a character who could be rubbed and flattened by others!Harry just didn't care, and this time it was more than he could tolerate - pretending to be drunk to seduce one of them?Or to be more modest, he was just being used?

The more Harry thought about it, the angrier he became.He stepped on the litter on the floor, grabbed Tom's tie, who was looking up at him (the expression on his face changed to interest), and bit it viciously.He thought so at first, but after the latter really made him bleed out without moving, Harry couldn't bear it anymore, and turned to licking those blood stains tenderly.Then he let go of his hand, his emerald eyes scanned the common room, and said in a low voice, "We are together (Wearetogether)." Seeing the blood on the corners of their mouths, someone gasped, But Harry didn't care at all, and just narrowed his eyes coldly.Voldemort once said he was his, but this time it was him who claimed it!

"Harry..." Tom wiped the corner of his chapped lips with the back of his hand, and smiled in front of everyone.It wasn't a smirk or a sarcasm, it had a genuine expression of appreciation on it.This kind of aura really impressed him, he thought he only knew how to circle around himself... In fact, he was deceived by Harry's kind appearance in front of him, right?Snakes can show their fangs, and Gryffindor's lions also have their claws...

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, someone finally couldn't accept what they saw, and completely fainted.Malfoy sat on the ground dumbfounded - when his worst guesses came true, this dumbfounded reaction was the least detrimental to his aristocratic image.

The author has something to say: Malfoy: I swear to God, I just want to see your reaction, boss!

Tom: Oh?How dare you say you have no idea about Harry?

Malfoy (cold sweat): I just like beautiful people... (Tom snorts coldly) Boss, I can't see it because I have blind eyes!There must be no next time! (The ribs are about to be kicked off...)