The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

Threats

(Badass! Harry makes an appearance:))

Harry was still sitting on the bed in confusion. A little while back (Harry didn't know how long), Nagini got bored and left, leaving him all alone on the bed. Soon, the shower stopped and Tom stepped out of the bathroom. He must have been confused to see Harry looking at him strangely. "Darling?" He questioned.

"Tom, are you contacting Ginny Weasley through that diary?"

Tom's eyes widened and his grip on the towel around his waist became noticeably tighter. "What— how— I took a shower for five minutes, how did I miss that much?"

Harry bit his lip and patted the spot on the bed to his right, and Tom dropped his towel to sit next to him. Well, it wasn't like they haven't seen each other naked before. "I don't know how to explain it." Harry confessed.

"Then I'll try my best to understand," Tom assured, grabbing Harry's hand in a tight hold.

Harry tried to explain to Tom what had just happened. When Tom was in the shower, Harry must have had a...vision of Hogwarts, which had never happened before. He had seen Dumbledore in his office, and Ginny with the diary. This must have been one of the only times Harry had ever felt this confused.

Once Harry had finished, the room was silent as Tom tried to process the information. "Yes, darling," he finally answered. "Young Weasley has been talking to me, but personally I have not been talking to her."

"How's that possible?" Harry asked in awe. "Is there a piece of your soul in the diary? Is that why the diary is so important?"

The room was silent. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Look at me."

As soon as Harry looked over, Tom crashed his lips onto his. Harry leaned closer as Tom scooted back so that his back was against the headboard, and Harry climbed on his lap. They separated just long enough for Harry to slip off his top, then continued the make out session. As Tom trailed kisses down Harry's neck, Harry moaned. "Was that a good answer?" He asked breathily.

"A good and correct answer," Tom agreed, biting down on Harry's neck. "Now be quiet, I want to ravish you before the meeting tonight."

~

January 29th, 1993.

"So how does the whole diary thing work?" Harry asked Tom, before he had to leave for Charms. "I've never heard about someone putting a piece of themselves into something."

Tom smirked. "That's because it's a rare thing to do," he answered cockily. "I put a piece of my soul into the diary, so my soul can communicate with the writer. The memories of the diary are stored in my head, but I'm technically not the one communicating. Do you understand?"

Harry slowly nodded his head. "Yes. Yes, I think I do. Did you make more than one?"

"Yes."

"And I'm guessing you made it something inconspicuous, like a penny, or a leaf of an evergreen tree in Canada?"

Tom's eyes widened. "That...That would've been a good idea. Um...not exactly."

He seemed worried and slightly on edge, which made Harry frown. 'What did he do?' He wondered. "Tom, what do you mean?"

"Well, there's the diary, obviously," Tom started. He grabbed Harry's hand and kissed the ring he had given him for Harry's birthday. "Then this ring. The others are kind of... really noticeable, now that I think about it."