Post Mortem

Chapter 19

*Parseltongue*

HARRY’S POV

I've learned that wizarding school is much more fun than muggle school, for one thing I'm not bullied here, for another the classes are much more fun… well except in Professor Snape’s class, he clearly did not like me, or anyone for that matter. I especially feel bad for my friend Neville Longbottom, Snape seems to pick on him the most. I have made lots of new friends, which I’m so happy for. I thought it would be kind of difficult considering my upbringing, but everyone is more than willing to be my friend. I had three Gryffindor friends (Neville, Fred, and George), one in Ravenclaw (Anthony Goldstein), and two in Hufflepuff (Cedric Digory and Susan Bones) ; the rest are from Slytherin.

The one thing that I don’t like about the wizarding world is how much everyone seems to adore me, they worship the very ground I walk on… I hate it. I miss everyone treating me like a nobody, treating me like Harry, just Harry. I sighed as I gently scratched Ena’s head. “Are you sulking? Why are you sulking?” Blaise sighed as he walked into the room, I smiled at him as Ena flew over to him and landed on his head. “You know some people wouldn’t believe that I live with a dragon,” he sighed. I laughed, “Some people would be very envious of you,” I smiled. Blaise rolled his eyes as he plopped down next to me, “Why were you sulking amico?” he sighed as he gently moved some hair out of my face.

I sighed as well, “I don’t know… it just bothers me how some people treat me now, I miss being Harry, just Harry. Everyone either worships me for being Harry Potter or they hate me for that very reason,” I whined as I laid my head on his shoulder. He laughed, “Only you would have these issues,” he laughed some more. I shrugged, “Well Draco is waiting for us in the library we better get going soon,” Blaise said as he got up, leaving me to flop down. “But Draco is so mean when we study,” I whined again, causing Blaise to laugh.

“Come along Mr. Potter, you don’t want to fail your transfiguration test do you?” I sighed as I stood, “I suppose not, besides I don’t want to be scolded by Tony or Suzzy,” I followed Blaise out of the room and followed him to the library sadly.

HENDRIX’S POV

I awoke feeling a little too well rested. I was very warm and secure, I blinked my eyes open and yawned. I looked around me only to see no Tom in sight, I sighed as I plopped down trying to tell myself to not feel as disappointed as I did. I buried my head into my pillow and sighed, I lifted my head when the door gently cracked open. Tom came in carefully, a tray stacked full with food floating gently behind him. I raised a brow at him as we made eye contact, “I was hoping that you wouldn’t be awake yet, also before you ask why Nifty wouldn’t come in here herself, she was more than convinced that you wouldn’t want to be seen in my bed,” he chuckled as he made the tray sit next to me. I smiled as I looked at what was for breakfast, it was some of my favorite things.

I smiled as Tom sat next to me, brushing some hair from my face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you awoke,” he whispered as he gently pressed a kiss to my forehead. “It’s quite alright. You’re here now,” I smiled. He chuckled, “I think we need to speak of new arrangements,” I said as I scooched closer to him, Tom laughed. “Only if you’d really like to,” he shrugged. I raised my brow at him again, “Oh Tom, I know how impatient you can be so I’m not going to make you wait,” I chuckled. Tom blinked at me before huffing. “It unnerves me sometimes that you know me so well,” he sighed. “You know it used to bother me that you insist on calling me by the name my wretched father gave me… but now it just feels so much more personal and almost nice. It’s like your very own nickname for me,” he sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I thought for a moment, “If you really want me to, I can call you Thorstan… or maybe Stan… maybe… Thor,” I grinned, he cringed, “Tom is just fine for me,” he sighed. I laughed at him as I grabbed a plate and began to eat. Tom reached over me and grabbed some of my bacon, to which I promptly stabbed him with my fork. He flinched back and gave a startled laugh, “Did you just stab me?” he asked in shock, “Yes, what of it?” I shrugged, stuffing more food into my mouth. “...You are a very endearing person aren’t you my dear,” he said sarcastically. I only laughed in answer.

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It was shocking to me how fast time seemed to be moving. Months were flying by endlessly. Soon snow was covering the ground and the manor in thick layers, I sighed as I sat comfortably on my favorite couch warming my feet by the fire. Tom came walking in with two cups, one with whatever his choice of drink was and my hot chocolate. I smiled at him as he sat down next to  me, “First the breakfast in bed, and now bringing me hot chocolate? If I didn’t know any better I would say that you’re trying to woo me,” I snickered, he rolled his eyes at me in turn. “I am technically your husband I’m supposed to woo you,” he snarked, this time I rolled my eyes.

“Isn’t Harry supposed to be coming home soon?” he sighed as he lounged himself into the couch, I nodded. He just nodded before stewing in his thoughts, “Are we just going to ignore what happened last night,” he finally sighed. I raised my brow at him, “I thought it was already talked about,” I shrugged as I took a sip from my perfectly made hot cocoa. “No, no, what we did was make new living arrangements which I’m pretty sure is just to make it seem like we’re actually married,” he seemed to growl. I blinked at him, “Then what exactly do you want me to acknowledge? We both said what we felt and what we technically wanted, it obviously didn’t happen… so please do tell me what you want to talk about Tom? I’m all ears really,” I gritted.

I saw his jaw twitch as he clenched his jaw, “I’m not going to idly sit by and do nothing… but I’m also not going to disrespect you by doing something ignorantly dull - minded,” he emphasized as he leaned forward slightly. I sighed as I leaned forward and set my cup down onto the table.

I shuffled closer to him, I cupped his jaw and smashed our lips together. It took us both a second to gain a rhythm where our teeth weren’t clashing. Tom pulled me onto his lap, pulling me closer to him, our lips continued to clash, a complete battle of dominance. I pulled away breathless, Tom grinned as he pulled me back in, this time the kiss was much more smooth, however just as frantic. I clung onto him, weaving my fingers through his hair knowing for a damn fact that he hates it. His hands wandered from the back of my neck, going lower and lower.

We both jumped apart when a low chuckle rang out through the room, “Really? And you call me an improper neanderthal,” Sirius laughed, as he came slinking over to us, “So glad to have seen you both canoodling,” he chuckled. I glared over at him as I climbed off of Tom’s lap, “Maybe you should bleeding knock,” I grumbled, he raised a brow at me “This is the lounge, why the hell would I knock?” he sassed.

“Why are you here Black,” Tom sighed as he rested his arm over my shoulder, “Just to remind Hendrix that Harry will be back next week,” he grinned. I glared at him, “Yes well I’m very much aware that Harry’s coming back next week,” he assured. Sirius just shrugged, “Just making sure… anyways Nifty was going to be the one to remind you but the poor dear asked me to do it after she popped in here a few moments ago,” he cackled as he fled the room, I jumped up and went to chase him but a pair of, surprisingly, strong arms wrapped around me.

Tom gently tugged me onto his lap again he pressed soft kisses against my neck, *Let the dunce go. We still need to finish ‘talking’,* he gently his as he gently tugged his fingers through my hair. I sighed, *He has been more bored as of late, I think it’s because he hasn’t seen Remus in two days,* I sighed. Tom nipped at my ear, *Stop trying to distract me damnit,* I groaned. Tom chuckled darkly, sending shivers down my spine.