The Lonely River of Time ~Tomarry

Coming Across A Bit Of Trouble

Harry and Tom undoubtedly have one of the weirdest non-friendships ever is the Riddle boy must say so himself. He found himself wanting to touch Harry, be around him, tell him every secret he's ever kept. But at the same time, he wanted his distance, not wanting to even look at the boy let alone kiss him. He wound up working himself up every time he tried to make sense of his feelings.

The two boys spent all of November and December talking about how to find Tom a girlfriend in order for him to experience love and finally conjure a patronus. Now all the studying seemed up in the air as well as his and Harry's relationship. It was unspeakable between them. A secret to be kept by all means necessary, which typically involved sneaking around in the middle of the night, bringing tons of tissues with them to clean up every mess they made.

An upside to all of this, however, is Tom is beginning to know a lot more about his body and the things one can do with it. Sitting in the astronomy tower for class, he couldn't help but reminisce.

"You want to put your mouth where?" His eyes widened as Harry was down by his groin, staring up at him, planting gentle kisses on his abdomen. He could handle hands, and grinding, but he's never experienced any oral before.

Harry only shot him a smile and a wink, continuing to tease the boy, planting kisses dangerously close to his member, Tom letting his head fall back. They were in an old abandoned bathroom far across the castle by the Slytherin commons. No boys when there because the toilets don't flush correctly. Perfect place for fooling around.

"Trust me, okay?" His green eyes put a lot more comfort in Tom as he watched the boy curiously begin. It was quite obvious Harry had never done this type of thing either, taking his time. He pressed his lips on the tip, a string of precum following his mouth when he pulled away. Tom couldn't help but grimace when the boy tested the taste. He could only imagine how salty it all must be.

"Are you sure about this, Harry?" He clarified once again, really not sure how any of this would be fun.

"Oh you just wait." He had said, before going down on Tom, head bobbing up and down on his cock. Immediately the Slytherin felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. The warm inside of Harry's mouth sucking and licking up and down his shaft caused his eyes to roll back.

And to think he was almost not going to let the boy have his way.

Tom let his eyes wander to the stars above them in the astronomy tower. Harry had Divination right now, a class he couldn't be bothered with, personally. But he understood the appeal of looking into the future, no matter how much rubbish it all was.

Today was quite a slow day in the castle. It was mid-January and most students were preparing for the big Quidditch game being held today after classes. Tom didn't get all the hype the sport drew in. He had never had the desire to either play nor watch. Of course Harry had practically begged the boy to come see at least one game, seeing as he'd missed the November one.

It wasn't that he'd wanted to miss it, but he had decided patronus studying was far more important than a Quidditch match. He tried to convince Harry to miss it as well, but that proved difficult as the boy was on the team.

Tom secretly loathed Quidditch for pulling alone time away from the two boys. One the weekends Harry would practice, leaving the other lad to sit alone in his room. He didn't like those mornings.

Tom glared from across the room at Harry. Within the next week, the boy must have made a few more friends since he never seemed to want to be around the Slytherin boy anymore. During lunch time, he found the boy across the Dining Hall at the Gryffindor table nonetheless, talking with that filthy half-giant Hagrid.