The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 15

"Bloody lovely start to my first vacation," Harry said face lying on the toilet seat. He'd been like this for hours, the nausea finally seeming to subside. The nausea potion today did little to help, but that wasn't unusual about 1/5 times it didn't. Harry finally seemed ready to brave the day. He stood up and started composing himself, before climbing in the shower. He was done rather quickly, Tom cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Tom didn't cook much, but he meant it when he said it was just him and Harry, no house elves, the death eaters far enough away to not disturb anything. Tom was attempting to make over easy eggs, but he had already busted all the yolks. Harry poked his head out of the bathroom. Tom had one hand playing with his hair, that was perfectly combed back, his middle part absolutely flawless. The other hand holding a spatula over a pan on the stove. Harry had never seen the man cook before, house elves typically did everything. He was dressed in very mugglish attire, though Harry did not know what else a wizard would wear to the beach. He was in a dark green Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned, showing of his soft yet beautiful abdomen, a white pair of swim trunks on his bottom half.

Harry gaped at the man for a minute, the Dark Lord, cooking food in swim trunks. All of this for Harry, Tom must have sensed Harry's presence because he turned around. Harry was just ogling at the man, a small towel wrapped around his waste. He slowly walked around and gave Tom a hug from behind. "What are you making?"

"I am trying to make eggs, but I keep busting the yolks," Tom said giving a sigh.

"They'll eat the same love," Harry said giving a giggle," But let me show you how it is done."

Harry grabbed the spatula, flipping two eggs perfectly, "But, how?" Tom said seeming defeated.

"When you cook breakfast for your abusive uncle that beats you every time his eggs aren't perfect you figure it out pretty quickly," Harry stated matter of factly.

Tom stood with his map wide open," He what?" the man bellowed angrily.

"Calm down love, it's just water under the bridge, but you're not the only one with a shitty childhood," he said full of sass.

"Why that man Albus, I am so glad I killed that bastard when I was given the chance, leaving you with those disgusting muggles."

Harry hummed in agreement," He raised me to be no more than a pig for slaughter, I was thrown in the wizarding world without a clue of what it was and everyone expected me to beat a grown man with over double my life experience. I was never given a choice for anything in my life until now," Harry said happily, placing a hand on his stomach. Over night he had started to show, it was still very small, but it was definitely there. Tom took a good look at the boy, not having an opportunity because Harry had been head first in the toilet all morning. "Harry you're showing," the man said with glee, this eyes filled with childlike wonder.

He took his large hand and placed it on the boys stomach before pulling him in for a nice long kiss. "I love you Harry."

There was no intention behind his words, he just said it to say it. Tom had never done that before to anyone ever. Harry gave a big smile, happy for this life he had been given," I love you too Tom."

"Let's go get you dressed love, I wasn't sure what kind of swim wear you would want so I packed a mix of trunks and bikinis."

Harry's face lit up in excitement, he loved new clothes. He was so used to old hand me downs, and all he had at Hogwarts was his school robes, so having a massive wardrobe that grew whenever either Tom or him wanted it to was absolutely amazing. Harry knew he wasn't a girl, but he loved the way girl clothes fit on him. They made him look so delicate, and held his curves so nicely. He was quickly drawn to this woman's two piece. The top was very plain with spaghetti straps, but the bottoms were a skort (shorts+skirt) that was short and very frilly. Harry loved the way his small bump (that he was convinced was huge) was noticeable in the swimsuit.