He feels a finger brush his face and slowly opens his eyes. Dark brown eyes scan his face and Tom smirks at him. That signature face that he was known for and Hadrian rolls his eyes, rolling away.
"Oh come on, can't handle my handsomeness?" Tom purrs, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him back. Hadrian groans, pushing Toms face away.
"I can't handle your crap this early in the morning," he croaks. It doesn't stop Tom from attempting to bite his fingers before he glances around the Slytherin dorm and finds himself face to face with Tom. Those haunting eyes and beautiful face- as if sculpted from marble-
Yet lips still manage to sneak their morning kiss.
"Still can't handle me?" Tom teases and Hadrian shoved a hand between their faces, rolling over Tom in an attempt to get away. Tom merely chuckles and pulls him close again.
"That isn't what I said," Hadrian groans. "Go away..."
"Never," Tom laughs.
"We'll be late for class," he grumbles. "Dumbledore will be mad." Tom snorts.
"Let him be mad. I don't think he's going to be too upset considering your top notch grades." Hadrian wants to yank Toms hair out but he opts for rolling violently onto the floor.
"You're ruining my image," he complains. Tom leans on the edge of the bed, looking extremely amused.
"Says the man half naked on the floor." Hadrian flipped him off and stood up, brushing off his clothes. He cracks his back and with a sigh, trudges for the closet, rubbing his eyes. "How hard have you been working?" Tom asks and he glances back at the squinting man.
"Not too hard, why?"
"It's Saturday." Hadrian frowns and spells a wandless tempus and discovers it is indeed. So with a groan, he shoved his clothes back in the closet. "You've been overworking yourself again." Tom says with blatant disapproval. Hadrian returned to the bed and Tom held his arms open as he flopped down.
"I have not," he grumbles into Toms chest as Tom puts the covers back around them.
"Hmm. I choose to not believe you this time."
"Screw off." Tom smirks and kisses his forehead.
"You can screw me anytime."
"Gross," he groans. "You ail me."
"I have a cure-"
"Gods I can't stand you," Hadrian grumbled, pulling him closer at the same time. Tom huffs, holding him close and Hadrian dozes away again, his head limp against Tom's chest.
It's not long before Tom begins carding his fingers through Hadrian's long hair. He didn't grow it out for any specific reason- he just perhaps wanted a change. To stop looking like his father. To stop looking like a boy and more like a man. More like the wizards of old with long hair, like Merlin in his younger years or even Dumbledore too.
"You have to stay with me," Tom murmurs.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"You can't love anyone else."
"What are you talking about you idiot."
"Even in another life."
"You sound like an idiot."
Tom releases a long breath before humming something under his breath.
"Go back to sleep then."
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I've returned from the past
Fiksi PenggemarHarry Potter has already lived one life- gone to the past to live another and has now returned to live his third- or rather redo his first. Except he's not the boy he was and he most certainly is holding darker secrets. Going to the past has also...
