The King and His Queen ~ Finished

No One Like You

You know the warnings. Don't like? Don't read. The title was inspired by the song No One Like You that was made by the Scorpions.

Letters/diary
Parsletongue

Harry couldn't sleep. Tom's arm was wrapped around his waist, they were spooning. It was around 2 am, the party had lasted late into the night. He talked happily with his friends, danced with a few people, and opened presents.

Master, why aren't you asleep? Akkarin hissed into his ear,

I just can't. Something was distracting Tom, but he won't tell me. Harry answered quietly, not noticing the man's crimson eyes opening,

That's not good, hatchling.

I know.

Maybe be found another mate in the other place. Harry frowned,

In America?

Yeah, whatever it's called.

He wouldn't do that to me. I'm sure of it.

Are you?

Yes, I love him and he loves me. Tom is loyal, I trust him. Harry snapped angrily

I wouldn't be so sure. Two years is a long time. The snake slithered away,

"Little pest, why do I even deal with him?"

"How should I know?" Tom whispered, startling him.

"Merlin, you scared me. Were you listening to that?"

"Yes. Do you really doubt me?"

"No." Harry answered confidently, Tom let his breath out in relief.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"I just can't sleep. Sorry if I woke you up."

"You didn't wake me."

"Good." Harry laid on his side and tried to fall asleep. It didn't work, he sighed in frustration. Tom was flush against his back,

"What?" He asked softly,

"I still can't sleep." The boy turned over and faced the dark lord. The man pulled him closer,

"Close your eyes." He whispered, Harry obeyed. Tom reached his hand up and ran it through the midnight black hair, marveling at its silky texture. The man watched as his sworn enemy fell asleep in his arms. Merlin, this felt so wrong.

Harry Potter was woken up by his arm being roughly shaken by a large hand. He shot up, knowing that it wasn't his lover. He pressed a knife to the obvious man's neck, then pulled away. It was a very startled looking Monty, his vampire friend.

"You idiot. What if I had stabbed you?" He hissed,

"Well you didn't, but damn. Fast reaction."

"Yeah. Why are you here?" He asked, knowing that the vampires had left a while ago.

"There are reporters standing outside of this door. A lot of them."