Mentor and Friends

Tom passed the night in a dismay.

When he returned to the room, it was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was not far from dawn at this time, but in these few hours, he was almost the same as the first time he made a Horcrux and then it was born due to the consumption of magic power and soul division. The pain was still unbearable for him.

He rushed back to his room to take a cold bath, pouring a basin of cold water on a hot day actually didn't have much effect, it was no different from taking a bath with lukewarm water in winter.

Then he climbed onto the bed, and after he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Harry's image. In the past, he just got along with him indifferently. At this moment, the image of getting along with Harry, Harry's words and deeds, his smile and his anger all came to his mind one by one.

The horror is that after flashing these pictures one by one, it stays in my mind, it is Harry's red, naked body and soft face.

It was like a lingering nightmare, which he couldn't get out of his mind no matter what.

His hand seemed to retain the sense of touch it had just touched Harry.

Soft and delicate, slightly raised marks... wait, marks!

Tom woke up suddenly. He looked at his hands in a daze. There was nothing wrong with him. When he put his arms around Harry's waist, he could indeed feel some strange sensations.

It's just like……

scar!

Yes, it is the scar!

Those skins are much more tender than normal skin, and they are slightly protruding than normal skin. They are definitely scars.

Harry has a scar on his back!

Tom thought for a while and decided.

He couldn't see the scars behind Harry clearly, and vaguely recalled the feeling of touch before, and roughly judged that the scars were not deep, but why didn't Harry erase them?Isn't that supposed to be a bottle of potion that can solve the problem?

Tom thought about it, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

With this interruption, his head calmed down, and he could temporarily put aside everything, so he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, before falling asleep in a daze.

However, this night, he was destined to have a hard time.

In a daze, he always felt that he was in a light place, and there was a person standing in front of him. The person seemed to say something, but he couldn't make it clear, but he recognized the person.

The one who occupied all his thoughts.

He stretched out his hand a little timidly, as if he wanted to hug him, but the other party smiled and did not refuse his hug.

Then he hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away. Tom felt that he seemed to be whispering a lot in his ear. He talked about his childhood life until he entered Hogwarts and forbeared to seize power. Later, he said that he had a plan. He said that he wanted to make a Horcrux. As long as he had a Horcrux, he could fly away from death.

He asked the other party a little unconfidently, if he told him how to make the Horcrux, would the other party do it with him.

Tom heard himself asking him, "Will you fly away from death with me?"

The other party didn't speak, just raised a smile and nodded slowly at him.

Tom felt that he had never been so happy in his life. He hugged the other party tightly, and then couldn't help but lowered his head to kiss him. He lifted the other party's chin, and the whole face was in his sight.

Harry looked at him approvingly with a gentle smile.

So the kiss became more and more out of hand.

In a daze, he and Harry took off each other's robes. They caressed and touched each other. The other's hand seemed to be callused from holding the wand for a long time. The callus grazed his skin and gave him a shiver. Feeling, but inexplicable, and feel very comfortable.

They fell on the bed, the temperature between the two seemed to be burning each other, Tom and Harry took off their backs, and Tom's kiss began to become wanton and fanatical.

He seemed to hear Harry's sweet groans and groans, and this sound urged his sanity to collapse faster.

In a whirl, he galloped on Harry, and he watched those green eyes stained with passion and desire, bewildered and moving.

He thinks he likes kissing Harry's eyes.

I feel those eyes slowly closing their breath under their own kisses, but the eyeballs under the eyelids are tremblingly rolling...

Something seemed wrong to Tom, but it felt so good to gallop over Harry that he ignored it, the soft moaning and groaning was the ultimate love potion, it made him lose himself and let himself go.

I always feel like I'm stuck in a swamp, the more I want to get out, the more I can't get out of it.

Until I don't know how long it took, Harry's body erupted, and then...

Tom woke up panting, the sky was already bright, and the early morning sun shone in through the window that he hadn't drawn the curtains, which made him unaccustomed to it for a moment.

He obviously only slept for a few hours, but it seemed that he had been in the dark for a long time, so that he couldn't adapt for a while.

When he finally felt something was wrong, he had already sat up, staring at the thin quilt in a daze.

After a long time, he covered his face and laughed softly.

I don't know whether to laugh at my embarrassment, or to laugh at something else.

Tom lifted the quilt, looked at the foreign object on his pants, got up expressionlessly, rummaged for one, and then went into the bathroom.

He took a cold shower before going to wash his clothes.

He hadn't been in such an embarrassing situation for a long time. Fortunately, he was the only one in the room.

Harry...how could it be Harry?

It's not that he doesn't know what kind of embarrassing situation teenagers will encounter, but he didn't expect that it was Harry who appeared in his dream.

He seemed to have talked a lot in his dream, and he seemed to have told everything about himself to Harry in his dream. He even wanted to share with Harry the secret of his imminent success in immortality, and hoped that Harry would welcome eternal life with him.

How much did he love Harry?

Tom himself didn't know.

A dream, involving the stormy waves in my heart.

He felt that his mind was in a mess, as if there were many things waiting for him to solve, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't think of anything.

After leaving the bathroom door, there were already some chaotic sounds from below. He vaguely heard Ron shouting for a headache, and then there was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

After it became quiet down there, he numbered his clothes and walked to the door. There was no movement under the stairs. After thinking for a while, he opened the door.

After turning around and going downstairs, I saw Harry and Ron sitting on the sofa. The two of them probably played crazy yesterday.

Harry sank down on the sofa listlessly, occasionally sitting down and drinking some hangover soup, and when he saw Tom coming down, he just greeted him listlessly.

"Are you... all right?" Tom was a little nervous. He took Harry's clothes off yesterday and threw him into the bathtub, and then brought Harry naked and back to the bed. He originally wanted to take a bath for Harry, but then Because of special circumstances, Harry had to be thrown into the room and ran back to the room by himself.

He was a little afraid that Harry would blame him for his actions last night... though Harry probably didn't remember.

"I drank too much last night." Harry held his forehead and smiled apologetically at Tom. "It's been a long time since I drank, so I couldn't hold back for a while and drank more."

"You drank all the wine in the liquor cabinet last night," said Tom matter-of-factly.

"Ron and I don't like drinking very much, and we usually just carry a few bottles on our backs," Harry yawned, "It's not a very old and precious wine, so don't feel bad."

Who said he felt sorry for alcohol... He just wanted to tell him that you never drank in the past, but the two of you drank the wine in the wine cabinet last night, as well as the wine that Ron went out and bought back yesterday.

Really...

"Tom, you were the one who sent me back to my room yesterday," Harry asked.

Tom immediately set off the alarm bell, and he replied flatly: "You can't walk at that time."

"It's hard for you." Harry exhaled softly.

"What?" Tom didn't understand Harry's words for a moment.

"Harry, this guy doesn't drink well." Ron said with a smile. He was also very drunk last night and refused to get up on the sofa. People talk to him, and if you talk to him, he can always make a lot of unreasonable demands, or he will treat you as he hates people, and then punch you or fight you."

So, this is why drunk Ron left yesterday after making sure Harry was not in danger, and the person in front of him was not Voldemort but Riddle.

Even if he was drunk, Ron subconsciously didn't want to stay with drunk Harry.

"I hope I didn't make it hard for you last night," Harry said to Tom, smiling, not at all embarrassed to wake up this morning and find himself naked.

The water in the bathroom hadn't been drained yet, and it was in a mess. Harry probably guessed that he drank too much last night, and probably made a fuss again.

So he didn't do anything to Tom, but he just hoped that he didn't blame Tom. You know, Ron and the others said that his appearance when he was drunk made everyone shy away.

"No." Tom replied with a half-smile, he went into the kitchen to toss his own breakfast——staying in front of Harry, the picture in his mind would definitely make him lose his mind, the irony is, the whole Slytherin, always To calm people down, it's him!

The author has something to say: After finishing writing, I thought of a future——Tom and Harry quarreled, and Harry ignored him during the cold war, and someone tossed and tossed until he couldn’t be forgiven, and then would he plan to drink Harry? And then...you know...