Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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True to their word, Tom, Hadrian and Fenrir returned from their holiday in Egypt in time for Abraxas' and Imogen's wedding. Tom attended Abraxas' party the night they returned, which they didn't call a stag night, apparently that was too common for the likes of the pureblood's. No, instead it was referred to as a pre-wedding party, Imogen hosted an afternoon tea party while Abraxas hosted his at night.

Judging by the state that Tom returned in, they were all in dire need of a potion and good breakfast. Hadrian had never understood that tradition, especially doing it the night before the wedding.

"Hey, time to get up, we've got to leave in an hour," Hadrian said quietly, giving Tom a little prod to wake him up. He still stank like a brewery, they had been drinking the hard liquor last night. "Your breakfast is ready, take your potion and go get a shower."

Tom groaned pitifully, staring blearily at Hadrian accusingly, wondering why he was wakening him up. He felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to his head and drilled in for fun. The big shit eating grin Hadrian had definitely didn't help matters any.

"We have an hour before the wedding," Hadrian commented again, watching Tom's eyes widen as he actually heard what he said this time. "Breakfast is ready, take the potion and go shower." Placing the potion that would get rid of his hangover into his hand, he absently wondered just how much Tom had drank, he'd been absolutely plastered last night. Thank Merlin for the portkey, because he wouldn't have been able to Apparate in his state, he had barely been able to walk.

"You'll like the paper this morning," he added, before standing, and leaving their bedroom.

Upon hearing that, Tom drank the potion down hastily, almost choking in his haste. Throwing the vial in the waste bin, he was swift to get into the bathroom, grimacing at the smell surrounding him. It was little wonder Hadrian told him to bathe, putting the shower on, he undressed and put his clothes in the laundry basket, and they promptly disappeared. Then and only then did he step into the shower, groaning in happiness, as the pressure and heat eased the ache in his bones, as the potion did the same thing.

What was in the newspaper this morning? He thought as he scrubbed himself. Judging by the gleeful mood Hadrian was in it could only a few things. Dumbledore's early release appeal had been shot down already, so it couldn't be that. It had tickled Hadrian pink to know his early release had been denied. The sex that night had been...bordering on animalistic the savage glee had not faded for days it had made their holiday significantly...headier.

So much so that Tom hadn't minded not getting to go to all the markets and digs while in Egypt.

No matter, they would return one day, he thought as he grabbed the shampoo, and added a dollop to his hand and craned his neck to massage it into his hair. He intended to see the world, and the magic that it had to offer with Hadrian at his side. Perhaps once Fenrir was a little older, and he was set into the political world firmly.

Once he ensured his hair was free of suds, he stepped out, clean and then dry with a simple spell. Moving through to his bedroom, not bothering to dress, he gabbed a pair of pyjama pants and put them on, he'd get his dress robes on after breakfast.

With quicker steps than normal, he moved down to their sitting room, already hearing Hadrian and Fenrir talking quietly, as they ate their breakfast. The smell both made his stomach rumble and made him feel a little sick. It quickly abated as the hangover cure continued to do the trick.

"Good morning," Tom said, as he stepped into the sitting room, his smile more a grimace. He'd had all of four hours sleep, it wasn't something he was used to anymore.

"Is it really?" Hadrian teased wryly, giving him a knowing look. "How much did you have to drink?" he'd never seen Tom that way before, he'd even been singing...singing, as he tumbled into bed last night.