Hadrian woke up first earlier than normal on December thirty-first, New Years Eve and more importantly Tom's Birthday. He'd paid an inordinate amount of money to get his gift this year. Three times more than it was worth, he'd had to up the offer a dozen times before they had given in and actually acquiesce to deal…compelled might be a better word Hadrian may have used some subtle spell from the future to ensure it but nobody would ever know that. He knew Tom would love it, so that wasn't a concern, plus he didn't really have anyone else to spend money on. Sliding out of the bed, managing to untangle himself from Tom's hold it had slackened while he was deeply asleep. Moving over to the end of his bed, he opened his trunk and removed the green and silver square package.
Creeping back over, aware that Tom was already awake now, he knew by the way he held his body, he was merely feigning sleep, while taking note of his surroundings, a habit ingrained due to all the years at the orphanage no doubt. As soon as he realized it was him, Tom relaxed again, trying to get him to go back to sleep.
"Happy Birthday, Tom," Hadrian whispered, his breath puffing against Tom's ear.
Tom's eyes reluctantly opened, meeting Hadrian's eyes which were so close he could see every detail of those jewelled eyes. Loosening his hold on Hadrian's stomach, which caused Hadrian to sit up, the soft glimmering of the silver ribbons on the gift caught Tom's attention. Summoning his wand he cast a spell to tell the time, groaning at how early it was, for all of a few seconds before he regained his composure and sat up himself.
"Go on then," Hadrian said with a teasing grin on his face, noticing Tom glancing at it every few seconds, an atavistic desire to know what lay within the box. Each time Hadrian gave him a gift it was meaningful, something he didn't know he desired until he set eyes on it or only thought of it in abstract terms. Then again, Hadrian knew him better than he knew himself, sometimes, only sometimes though and for that Tom was grateful.
Tom carefully began to undo the ribbons; nothing gave away his excitement to see what lay within. Yet he was excited, he wanted to know what Hadrian had gotten him. Glancing up when he heard a noise, he observed Hadrian watching him with an amused look on his face, knowing his feelings even before they trickled through the bond they shared. He would have glared if he knew it would work, instead it would only make the amusement more clear on that expressive face.
The paper was quickly removed and the box opened and paper shifted aside gold gleamed like a shining beacon within. Removing the item by the handles, his eyes quickly devoured it, Helga Hufflepuff's golden cup. The badger engraving was intricately done, especially for the time in which it was done. The two finely wrought handles were extremely delicate, this cup was said to be magical, and Tom wondered to what extent it was magical. He believed it was probably something to do with either food or drink being transported from the House-elves kitchens; she was very handy with kitchen orientated spells. "How did you get it from her?" knowing from the memories he'd seen that she would most emphatically never give it up. She hadn't even wilted for a second under his charm, and he was very good he thought without any attempts at being modest.
"I offered her money," Hadrian said innocently enough.
Tom gave him a dry look, not buying it for a second, he deduced quite correctly how he'd successfully managed to get it and it most definitely wasn't by stealing it, so the likelihood was some sort of charm, probably not from this time either. Oh, Hadrian was one devious wizard; one that he was proud to say was entirely his. Putting the cup back into the box for the moment, he brought Hadrian closer to him and kissed him with passion, immediately dominating the kiss, not even giving him a chance to dance. Passion and possessiveness thrumming through him. Arousal burned through him, both from himself and from Hadrian, who he had found quite liked being dominated in bed, the thrill of the fight of it; those green eyes of his could accomplish it without any stimulation or aid.
Thinking of how devious Hadrian could be brought him back to the memory he'd received in September, just after Hogwarts started back up. Luckily they'd found a pensive in the room of requirements, Hadrian had said he could have it since he already had one, that it was in one of his vaults, the Peverell had a lot of items not just gold. The following months had been extremely amusing for him to say the least. He had learned that it wasn't just their group that had been summoned to the Headmaster's office to give a testimony on Dumbledore. Myrtle and her boyfriend had as well as quite a few Hufflepuff's that Hadrian was 'friends' with.
Dumbledore's trial was set for the fifth of January according to Abraxas who had kept them well up to date regarding the case.
"Thinking about the case again?" Hadrian asked, and on his birthday no less.
"Perhaps," Tom murmured, he constantly thought about it, unfortunately not even Death would give him an answer to the outcome. Which was rather annoying, and Death seemed to find it inordinately pleasing. He would answer most of the other questions he had, such as if anything happened to Hadrian he would be transported back as well or forward depending on where he chose to go. They would keep their own bodies unless they truly couldn't but then only small modifications would be done. He would have a say in it, since he'd be transported to the ghostly plane as well, now that was quite…terrifying to hear though he'd never admit it. He hadn't asked for details on that specific conversation.
"How about we have some breakfast here in bed when everyone leaves?" Hadrian suggested.
"I couldn't agree more," Tom agreed immediately, it was his birthday after all and you're supposed to get what you want weren't you? He wanted Hadrian all to himself today he decided.
"There's another part of you that couldn't agree more as well," Hadrian said, his tone hitching in delight, he loved knowing the affects he had on Tom. It was better than flying on a broomstick, flying without a broom, casting the patronus charm…better than anything.
Tom chuckled in agreement, causing Hadrian to shudder in delight. "Thank you," he whispered softly against the shell of Hadrian's ear, he was the only person that would ever hear those words coming out of his mouth.
"How about you show how thankful you are?" Hadrian breathed out; it was sinful really how much this wizard could affect him with just mere words.
"Oh, I will." Tom promised darkly, removing the silencing charm they had around their bed.
Suddenly neither of them could wait until the others were gone.
"All of you, leave," Tom stated sharply, "Now," not even a few seconds later the others were vacating their beds, grabbing their clothes and making a hastily exit from their dorm. As soon as they were out the door clicked shut and locked, they weren't getting back in any time soon.
"Not again," Avery groaned his shoes fell with a thud as he wedged his feet into them, and the dungeons were bloody freezing all the time.
"I don't know about you, but I'd rather be warned," Lestrange said, shuddering in remembrance to the one time he had walked in on them. Not an image he'd wanted, but bloody hell they were hot, there was no denying that. He was completely straight but if anyone could turn him gay it would be Hadrian. Not something he liked to think about at all, especially not when Tom was around, he knew how possessive his Lord was, any sign of his thoughts and he'd be tortured to death and he wasn't exaggerating the slightest. He pitted any fool who thought they could desire Hadrian. Avery and Nott sniggered before moving away, going down to the common room to get some heat and wait until breakfast, Lestrange unsurprisingly followed them.
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Hadrian sniggered at the sight of the others bolting out of the room, he should probably defend them in some way, but honestly he couldn't be bothered. He didn't care enough to say anything…and he did have other things on his mind. He shook himself out of his thoughts only to feel Tom muttering under his breath, and the feel of silk robe twisting around his wrists and sinking through the bed at each end of his pillow, leaving him bound and at Tom's mercy. Hadrian shot his magic through the binds, trying to dislodge them.
"Nice try," Tom said with a smug smirk, gazing down at Hadrian, arousal shooting through him seeing his bonded, his husband, at his mercy. "You won't get out of them until I utter the password." he promised him grinding down against him, his gaze never wavering from Hadrian, who gasped and arched up his pupils dilated in pleasure, heat beginning to blaze off him where he had a grip of his hip even through his thin layer of his pyjamas.
Hadrian tried yet again to get through the bindings, but true to Tom's word the damn things wouldn't budge. He hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes until he felt Tom's forehead against his, he opened his eyes staring startled for a few seconds.
"Trust me," Tom said quietly, eyes soft, a look on Hadrian would ever pull from him. He understood Hadrian's reluctance, he had seen most of his memories, but he didn't want Hadrian associating anything with that life, most certainly not him. If he really didn't want it, then Tom would release the bindings, he never wanted to make Hadrian's trust in him diminish.
There were no words needed as Hadrian relaxed into the bed, stopping his attempts in breaking the bindings. He trusted Tom, a lot more than he had ever thought he would sit down at the Slytherin table the night of his sorting. He wouldn't have married him if he hadn't; he'd just not had good experiences at being bound at another person's mercy.
Tom's eyes gleamed in delight, lightly pressing a kiss to Hadrian's lips, unspoken promises of no regrets kindled in the kiss. Oh, he would make sure his bonded enjoyed today, he truly hoped to do it again, seeing him trussed up, just for him was extremely arousing. Watching as a shiver stole over Hadrian's form as he lightly touched and caressed him under his pyjama top.
"I think we're a bit over dressed don't you?" Tom purred into his ear before drawing back, sitting up still straddling Hadrian. There was no hiding his reaction to his bonded. He'd always reacted strongly to Hadrian from that first moment of ruthlessness where he unleashed the majority of his power in warning. Nothing else had ever gotten him filled with a single minded desire. With a single non-verbal spell, Tom had both of their nightclothes off and folded in a neat pile on their chair. Sighing in relief that there was nothing now rubbing up against his engorged member.
Hadrian huffed, grumbling inwardly, he wanted to touch Tom, but could not.
Tom chuckled, before swooping down laying all his passion for the wizard in his arms into the kiss, pressing his hand against his back pressing him forward, their bodies touching, desire coiling within them, they needed no bond to know it they were well acquainted with the affect they had on the other. Yet they wanted to be reacquainted. Nothing would come close to the passion they'd unleashed after Dumbledore had been arrested. They hadn't even gone to their dorm, they'd slid into an unused classroom and not to forget been slightly late for class but that was just something inconsequential.
"Mmm, Tom," Hadrian sighed out, flushed red in desire and arousal feeling Tom's own desire pressing against him, reminding him of the affect he had on him. A teasing smile played on his lips, those captivating green eyes mesmerised Tom, enchanting him.
Tom lost all patience, and began to kiss him, his tongue tracing every crevice, his hands gliding along Hadrian's flesh, leaving Goosebumps in his wake. So impatient to be inside his husband again, Hadrian was like a siren, he was unable to resist him. Even after all this time, even knowing all his secrets. His feelings hadn't dimmed, if anything they had grown with intensity he never would have expected. He'd never been one to rely on emotion, he used it to suit his own purposes yes, but never thought he'd fall in love.
Hadrian swung his leg around Tom's back, pressing him closer, breathing in sharply, his chest heaving with exertion. Rocking back and forth, his mind going blank of anything other than the strong desire to finish what they'd started. Pressing a kiss to Tom's neck after Tom burrowed his face in his neck, listening to the groans of delight coming from his husband. Green eyes gleaming wickedly, he nibbled and bit down on Tom's neck marking him, sucking the flesh between his teeth before laving it with his tongue grinning as Tom inhaled sharply.
Tom's fingers began to teasingly run down Hadrian's chest, down the length of his erect member, a trail of precum following him to an even more intimate place.
"Tom, please," Hadrian breathed out arching up again, desperate for more, for anything, his leg sliding from Tom's back, spreading open silently urging him to continue wiggling enticingly to make sure Tom didn't play around. "The spell," he muttered desperately, becoming increasingly frustrated.
"I don't think so," Tom said breathy, seeing Hadrian so desperate drove him on to make this last as long as possible. Instead he summoned the lube he kept nearby at all times, something of his own creation, much better than the pathetic stuff they sold at the apothecary's.
"Tom!" Hadrian whined, by Merlin he wanted to feel him, but he was to be denied. The slick finger at his entrance had him arching up, demanding more, it wasn't enough. "Either get on with it or I'll find a way out of those binds and do it myself!" he huffed, his toes curled as Tom found that spot inside him very easily - and that was the end of Hadrian thinking of anything much.
Tom's eyes roamed over Hadrian's sweat slick form, he so badly wanted to take his time, but his own patience had worn thin. He wanted to be inside his husband, to claim him again, to remind Hadrian who he belonged to he thought possessively adding another finger relishing in the sounds coming from his impatient wizard. He actually missed those fingers digging into his skin, yanking on his hair in silent demands for more, and a whole plethora of actions that required his husband use of his hands. Perhaps this wouldn't happen as often as he thought, so he made sure to ingrain it in his mind.
Wiping his fingers on the duvet, he pressed himself at Hadrian's opening, before thrusting into him, biting his lip and closing his eyes as an overwhelming feeling of tightness coursed through him a tortured groan managed to get passed his lips. Hadrian already squirming, urging him on. Breathing through his nose, he gripped his hips tightly, preventing any real movement before Tom withdrew and thrust powerfully back in, keeping up the fast pace, groans, gasps and moans leaving their mouths as pleasure mounted, doubled through the bond.
Tom's hand wormed its way to Hadrian's neck, kissing him with urgency, his other hand gripping Hadrian's engorged member, moving in sync with his trusts, groaning in ecstasy as Hadrian tightened around him. The urgency they felt becoming more pronounced, Tom knew Hadrian was close so he sped up, trying to finish at the same time, the guttered moan was his only warning as Hadrian came, his entire body going lax afterwards as he sped up even further, seeking his own finish, the tightening of Hadrian's channel helped immensely, burying his head in Harry's neck, biting him as he came, riding out his orgasm, pumping as much of his essence into him as possible, grinding down until he was completely spent.
Knowing Hadrian wouldn't be able to support him for much longer without getting sore, he rolled off him both of them they there panting in exertion, sweaty and sated. Indecipherable whispered words and the bindings disappeared allowing his husband free use of his hands once more.
"Happy birthday, Tom," Hadrian's throaty voice said again.
"I think this has been my favourite birthday by far," Tom admitted lazily, cleaning both of them and the bed with casual use of Wandless magic that nobody else their age (or most adults) could accomplish. Moving to his side and leaning on his elbow, his hand keeping his head aloft.
Hadrian snorted in amusement, flexing his arms getting the aches out of them after being in the same position so long. "I'm starving, still calling Dobby or going to the Great Hall?" Dobby's father was the one that was feeding the Basilisk, but Dobby was starting to learn the ropes, so they did call him now and again to let him feel useful.
Tom just hummed, nodding his head once.
"Dobby?" Hadrian called, covering them both up he did not want a House-elf to see him starker's.
Tom grunted petulantly but said nothing.
"What can Dobby do for Master Pev… Hadrian, Master Tom?" Dobby asked, his big green eyes staring at them wide with adoration, remembering just in time that his Master Hadrian had forbidden them to use their Master's full title.
"Bring us some breakfast, Dobby," Hadrian asked, giving a small smile of thanks to the House-elf.
"Dobby will do that," Dobby said bowing, "And Happy Birthday Master Tom!" and with that he was gone with a pop.
"Happy Birthday, Master Tom," Hadrian imitated with a wicked grin.
Tom grabbed Hadrian's hip and dragged him until they were touching again, "I like the sound of that," he said heatedly, eyes gleaming playfully but with a hint of seriousness.
Hadrian snorted, "Don't expect it from me," he told him not surprised the least.
"No," Tom agreed, "Never you," while it would have been something he desired a while ago, it wasn't what he wanted now. There would just be something so wrong with someone as powerful as Hadrian thinking of calling him that. The others were different, he had subjugated them a long time ago, and he had no doubt they thought of him as their Lord and Master. In fact he knew they did, their thoughts gave them away, and he would do his best to lead them into a new world, one where he and Hadrian were already working hard to do.
"Myrtle has a birthday gift for you," Hadrian added, "So we will need to go to the Great Hall at lunch."
Tom blinked at Hadrian unable to comprehend that statement at all. "Why?" he asked blankly.
"Because she likes you, and thinks of you as a friend, or a friend of a friend," Hadrian explained softly. She had specifically asked him what Tom would like, she'd seen him writing a letter and he'd explained he was trying to get Tom's birthday gift, and had asked him then. Hadrian kissed Tom's shoulder, his poor bonded; he was beginning to realize that not everyone who gave him something wanted anything in return and did it just because they could. It was the same expression that had briefly crossed his face upon getting Slytherin locket from him.
Dobby popped back in with the food for them, along with a letter from the Ministry of magic. Hadrian didn't even need to look to know it was him being called to the Wizengamot for Dumbledore's trial. Having Abraxas within the Ministry was proving to be very useful, at least until they themselves could do their part.