war and peace

Harry stopped moving after the first half second of struggling, as he felt a familiar breath.The skin of those hands was pale, but the fingers were long and powerful, and Harry had seen it countless times-holding a yew wand in a unique position, gently turning the pages of a book, or holding a glass full of Scotch. Jeweled glass for whiskey.Of course, he still remembers the touch of those hands caressing his body, sliding from behind his ears to his chest, tightly clinging to his waistline, or the distinct joints he felt when moving deep in his body...

"...what's the matter with you?" Tom found that Harry was submissive - save for an initial reflex - and let go of Harry's hand.It seemed that at that moment, he noticed Harry's racing heartbeat and the rising temperature on his face.

"It's okay..." Harry muttered, hiding his sudden disappointment.He stood up straight and looked at this new environment: this is an abandoned corridor, with a long sloped stone sink on one side, and the windows at the end are sealed by wooden boards, only a little daylight is exposed through the gaps, So it looks very dark.He suddenly came back to his senses, "No! I should ask you this! What are you doing here?"

"Of course it's something you don't want others to hear." Tom took a step closer to him.A beam of light hit him right around the brow bone, and the dark eyes locked on Harry through the fine dust floating in the air.The shadow cast by the brow bone half covered the sharp eyes, which seemed real and unreal.

Harry took a step back involuntarily, bumping his back against the uneven wall.Although he had completely healed those pink tender skins, the nerve endings were still quite sensitive, and Harry frowned slightly. "Who else?" His mind finally began to think, "About Professor Dumbledore?"

Taking in all the slight changes in Harry's face, Tom froze. "Presumably he couldn't help but warn you just now, didn't he?"

Did everything go as he expected?Harry thought in frustration, keeping his mouth shut.

His silence was interpreted by Tom as acquiescence.Is this worried that he will be hurt if he speaks out, or is he subconsciously defending Dumbledore?The dark-haired boy twisted his lips as if to sneer.However, in the end he was defeated by the judgmental tendency in his own mind, and he felt very irritable in an instant.Tom gave Harry a dark look, turned and left without saying a word.

"...Tom!" Harry didn't realize until he had taken three steps that Tom wasn't going to continue the conversation.But you obviously haven't said anything yet? "Hey, stop! Didn't you say you had something to talk about?"

"I'm done asking." Tom replied briefly, without looking back, and continued to walk outside.

There must be something wrong...Harry ran a few steps and reached out to grab Tom.It wasn't until Tom looked back at him in surprise that Harry realized that his body was making these movements completely before he knew it. "But I haven't finished yet!" Harry didn't know why Tom had such a big reaction to his silence, so he just told him to forget it: "The professor said so, he wants to know what I'm doing— But I told him, this is my business!"

Tom stopped.He looked Harry sideways, as if trying to decide whether he was telling the truth.Finally he said, "So... you do know what you're doing?"

"Of course," Harry assured, hastily, "it couldn't be more clear."

Tom raised his eyebrows, "Does that mean you will often pull me so hard in the future?"

Harry followed his gaze to the hands of the two men, and he was already pinching Tom's wrist red. "...I'm sorry!" Harry let go hastily, feeling his face flush again.

Tom looked at his reaction, and was about to say something, but a voice came from outside: "...are you okay?" "Yeah, it seems to be recovering well." "That's good, I still want to Tell Tom to bring him some homemade potions..." The voices got closer and clearer, it was Professor Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn.

Harry and Tom exchanged glances.The two of them stayed here, and only Slughorn could say that it was not a good thing to be discovered by Dumbledore; although the corridor was dark, there were still people and no one could see it.Moreover, their path is a dead end. If they want to leave, they can only pass through the straight corridor where the two professors are coming, and they will be seen as soon as they go out...

Harry's eyes flicked in all directions.He knew the invisibility spell, but he didn't want to tell Tom that he knew it just yet. After all, he seemed to be angry just now, and if he found out that he had been following him during the summer vacation, he would definitely be even angrier.

But how to hide in this corridor that leads to the end?Suddenly, Harry noticed a discolored door on the wall. Since it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, there was a lot of dust on it, which was almost the same color as the dirty stone wall. It was obviously a broom cupboard.Harry opened it immediately, and dragged Tom inside with him.

The footsteps were getting closer.The broom cabinet was not high, and the two of them could only squat in it, facing each other.There is also a bucket behind Harry that has been left for an unknown period of time, which narrows his range of activities, and he has to be careful not to knock it and make a sound.

"You seem to be very experienced..." Tom bent down and whispered in his ear, his voice very low.Bending over, with both hands resting on the cabinet behind Harry, he lifted himself slowly to his feet.

"What are you doing, they're coming in a minute!" said Harry anxiously, but Tom didn't answer.His movement forced Harry to squat down again, pressing his hand on the inner cabinet wall.At this point he was tempted to silence the bucket so he could sit on it for balance, but he was in such a position that he couldn't reach the wand in the pocket of his robes.

The topic of the professors began to turn into a discussion of the recent situation, and Harry encouraged himself in his heart.Hold on for a while, just for a while, and they'll be over in no time!And his half-hanging body was obviously not very obedient, and he slid down almost uncontrollably. His fingers rubbed against the surface of the wooden cabinet, making a squeaky sound.

"There seems to be a sound?" The footsteps outside stopped.

In the dark, Harry and Tom were nose to nose, eye to eye, breaths intertwined in the small space.Just moments before they were spotted, Tom put an arm around his waist and stopped his fall.

"Probably a naughty cat, Albus, you know that there are always unexpected things in Hogwarts..." Professor Slughorn didn't notice the abnormal sound, and he asked eagerly: "More Tell me about the dynamics of those Germans...they probably won't cross the English Channel, right?"

"No, I don't think so." Dumbledore's voice sounded a little tired, "They are busy competing with American wizards for territory in North Africa, and of course we have sent people to... Besides, those Eastern Slavs (meaning Soviet Union) also gave them headaches..."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps start moving again.But this time he regained consciousness, he found that Tom's other hand was also on his waist, and he raised his coat.Harry gasped, almost unable to control his volume: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Don't move, they're not far away." Tom's voice was even lower.He pulled Harry's shirttail out with his hands, and slid in through it, as swift and deft as a snake.His fingers moved across Harry's back, touching here and there, as if to make sure Harry's injury was really healed.

"I'm not that noble yet, like dragging a badly injured body to class or something..." Harry said reluctantly, trying to shake that feeling out of his mind.Tom has no idea what he's doing means to him...

Tom made a low, throaty sound that sounded like he was laughing.He pulled Harry closer to him, and the two of them were almost touching.The strength of the fingers also became slow. First, they carefully traced lines along the edge of Harry's shoulder blades, and then fell near the spine, pressing down one by one.

The feeling of being touched was so strong that Harry began to shudder, but the oversensitive nerve endings, without exception, faithfully delivered what they received this time.He almost had a real illusion that Tom's eyes seemed to be shining with a strange light in the darkness.The moving fingers went down more and more, and they didn't stop when they touched the belt, but tentatively stroked the tailbone.

Harry almost jumped up.However, the space in the broom cupboard was too small to move at all; after a little struggle, he realized that his legs were completely limp at some point. "That's enough, Tom!" he finally growled through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to moan.

How dare you tell him to stop?It has been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him in this tone.Tom raised half an eyebrow in the dark.But it was a good reaction, and at least it was more lovable than lying dead in bed, Tom was sure of that.He withdrew his hand and pushed the door open with a clatter.The cold air from outside rushed in all of a sudden, washing away the stale musty smell in the broom cabinet, and also washed away the ambiguous atmosphere that seemed to be absent.

Harry was taken aback by the movement, and then realized that during those pent-up hours, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn had walked away.

"Do you want me to carry you out?" Tom asked jokingly, looking at Harry who was motionless.In the dim light, he saw that the corners of Harry's eyes were moist and his cheeks were flushed.He suddenly felt a little regretful, he seemed to have opened the door too early...

Harry came back to his senses, hurriedly slapped Tom's hand off, then jumped out, and began to straighten his messy clothes. "You are not allowed to tease me maliciously in the future," he said as he tidied up, "Also, thank you for helping me heal my wound, but I hope you can forget about it."

"Why?" Tom was dusting off his clothes, looking at Harry.Then he understood, and teased: "Don't worry, I won't be obsessed with a scarred corpse."

Harry glared at him. "Isn't that all because of you?"

"It turns out you can cure it yourself, don't you? Our little prince of potions?" Tom continued. "Professor Slughorn just loves your cauldrons..."

Harry interrupted him rudely. "That's your potion, you gave it to me."

Tom frowned instantly. "I would do this kind of thing? It's unimaginable... How on earth would I—" He thought of the real physical attraction just now, and the words suddenly froze, and turned into another question, "And you How did you accept this? 50 years..."

"I didn't know it was you at first." Harry took a deep breath. "As for the appearance, I think I was deceived." After he finished speaking, he turned and left in big strides.If Tom knew how powerful his magic power was later, wouldn't he be more arrogant and proud?

Tom raised his eyebrows.Are you vague?But he thought he had enough ways to get the words out.

After Halloween is over, Christmas is just around the corner.Professor Slughorn asked Tom to register as a detainee, and Harry signed up decisively, because he knew that Tom would definitely not return to the orphanage.And since he opened the Chamber of Secrets, he hasn't spent much time in it.

Most of the Slytherins were going home, and a few, such as Malfoy, Nott, etc., asked Tom if they would like to let them stay with them (respectful attitude!), but Tom refused.Harry was the only Slytherin student who managed to stay in school, for which he had to endure the jealous eyes of a group of people.

However, it was not Christmas that attracted Harry, but the New Year that followed.He wasn't sure if Tom would be happy to let him accompany him on his birthday, but after the New Years in the past few years, he had already firmly remembered this day.The question is, what to give for a birthday present?It can't be a "Supreme Dark Arts", can it?