Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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Awareness began to set into Hadrian, a yawn leapt from his lips as he languidly stretched with a satisfied groan. The manor was cold in the mornings, especially seeing as they didn't light all the fires. So to say he was reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed was putting it lightly. That was until his nose picked up the smell of burning wood, confused he sat up in bed, blinking owlishly at the fireplace which was going steadily - warming the room. To add to his confusion the curtains were up, and closed as well - what the hell? Had the House-elf came? No, he was meeting them at their home, not the other way around.

The sound of the door opening caused his gaze to snap from the fireplace to the door, he found Tom entering the room with a large box in his hands.

"Alright, who are you and what have you done with Tom?" Hadrian asked, not sure whether he was teasing him or being entirely truthful.

"Hilarious," Tom said dryly, approaching the bed, as he Wandlessly levitated the box to the table. "You were right, this is our home, it should be done by both of us." he admitted, sitting down he grasped a hold of Hadrian's butt and pulled him forward, kissing him with smug satisfaction, he eased back after a few seconds, they had a lot to do today and he was determined to go through with it.

Hadrian stared at Tom, trying to figure him out, quite frankly the admission had set him off kilter. He looked more relaxed than Hadrian had ever seen him. He was definitely still in control, that would be one thing Tom would never relinquish. Had his secrets been wearing on Tom as well as himself all this time? There was no denying he himself felt on top of the world, despite pondering Tom's actions. Had Tom also been insecure in their relationship? Was that why he'd held back on doing anything around the manor? It could only be partly, since Tom wasn't one for housework surely? What did he know though? It wasn't as if he had ever seen any of Tom's bases with the obvious exception of seeing inside Riddle mansion through Tom's eyes.

Tom's lips tugged almost into a smile seeing the look on Hadrian's face, being able to entice genuine emotion out of his soon to be bonded was one of the best things he liked to do. He would never get bored of seeing the flashes of true emotion contained within those mesmerising gem eyes, green had always been his favourite colour, even more so when he realized he was a descendant of the great and powerful Salazar Slytherin. Then Hadrian had come along, the first time he'd let his power out fully (if it was fully) green eyes gleaming with vindication and power, Merlin help him he had been caught and ensnared.

"By both of us," Hadrian agreed, a small smile slipping on his face, not wishing to constantly analyse Tom's actions, Tom and Voldemort weren't the same, and he had already come to that conclusion. He obviously wanted this to be a home for both of them, even if he did have ulterior motives (which Hadrian didn't think he had if he was honest with himself) he was positively vibrating with excitement, he'd never seen Tom that way before.

"Do you prefer Harry or Hadrian? I never heard you called anything other than Harry or Potter in the memories," Tom asked curiously, if it had been anyone else he would have been tempted to say Harry was such a plebeian name, but nothing associated with Harry could be.

"Hadrian was never my birth name, it was Harry, my mum must have picked it, and as always I got my fathers name, Harry James Potter, I don't have a middle name here." Hadrian informed him slightly surprised by the conversation.

"Why Hadrian?" Tom queried, as always he wanted to know more about Hadrian - everything.

"It was the closest to Harry, easier to remember and well," refraining from adding that he had a part to play, couldn't have a common Muggle name with such a prestigious last name, not in this time. He knew there were like six Harry's at Hogwarts right now, and unsurprisingly all Muggle-born. If he wanted to make change he had to ensure respect... and give less doubt that he was Muggle-born. Frankly he was still reeling over the fact his book was so well liked.