The Dark Lord's Consort

Chapter Twelve

Third Person P.O.V

After Yule, Tom and Harry were preparing for the Malfoy Ball. Tom was going to be under a glamour the entire time as my date. He would look like a teenager and the exact opposite of Tom Riddle. Dumbledore wasn't supposed to be coming to this ball, but they were going to be cautious. Harry just wanted a nice evening where he could be properly waltzed away on the dance floor with his very capable partner while there was no to meet or make plans. Just Tom and Harry, and dancing. No expectations, just the feeling of magic building in the air and being guided by Tom.

Draco and Harry have been discussing the entire ball since Yule ended. Tom has been very frustrated with Harry's childish behavior as he puts it, over a silly ball. Harry explained that he wants him and Tom to have a stress-free night where he can teach me to dance.

"You can't dance?" He asked Harry when he realized that Harry wanted Tom to teach him to dance.

"I have never had a chance to dance, and I've never been taught. It's not a big deal." Harry told him but he didn't accept that answer.

Tom immediately taught Harry to waltz. He took Harry to living their room and turned on some music. Took Harry's hand in his and lead his other hand to Tom's shoulder before placing his other hand on Harry's waist, causing Harry to blush before they started moving. Harry fumbled through the first few steps, but Tom remained patient with him and slowly taught Harry to follow him. In the end after they had successfully danced and snogged after Harry's success, they continued dancing until dinner was ready. It was a great night. Little did they both know that that would be their last good time together for a while.

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Harry's P.O.V

Tom, under his glamour, and I arrived in Malfoy Manor. Draco showed us to the ballroom that was slowly filling up with couples and families. Tom and I walked over to Narcissa and Lucius and greeted them before slowly walking around the room and greeting people. Once a substantial amount of people arrived, Lucius called the ball to start and led the first dance with Narcissa. Tom and I followed other couples to the floor and started to dance as well. We danced for a while before growing tired and wanting a drink.

The hall was decorated beautifully in silvers and golds. Tables were scattered around the edges of the room with drinks and food that people were slowly going to. Tom and I made it to a table with champagne flutes and we each took one. We then made the rounds again while sipping champagne and watching couple's dance. After finishing our drinks, Tom takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor again. I smile happily and follow him. We dance a few songs together before someone interrupts our dance. We both turn to see Dumbledore. I tense and Tom grips my hand tightly. I nod at him, and he apprehensively leaves me alone with the headmaster.

"My boy, I am surprised at your choice of a dance partner. There are plenty of young ladies you could surely dance with." He says suggestively and I hold back from lunging at him.

"While that may be the case, I would much rather dance with my intended." I tell him and take pleasure in the shock that crosses his face.

"He cannot be your intended for you already have a betrothed." Dumbledore tells me in a sympathetic tone, and I hold back my scoff at the fake tone.

"If you mean Ginevra Weasley then you are wrong. The goblins and I got rid of the illegal marriage contract. My godfather Remus Lupin however did sign a perfectly legal marriage contract between myself and my partner Tom. See Tom proved himself to Remus and to me. And I love him. As soon as the war is over, we intend to bond." I tell Dumbledore and watch as his face hardens in anger and tries to grab me.