The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

On the Verge

Once Tom and Harry fell back on the bed, Harry immediately curled up into Tom's chest, drawing patterns as he usually does. "That was too easy," Harry admitted. "They need to be trained more. I know you've been teaching me personally, but..."

"You're stronger than them, love," Tom whispered into Harry's hair, stroking it out of his face. "What I said back there wasn't only list induced. Your magic aroma is so powerful and lush and special. I don't think that they'd be able to beat you, even if their lives depended on it."

Harry blushed feverishly and hid his face in Tom's chest. "That's a little far fetched. I'm not any stronger than them, per se, they just need to train and they'd kick my ass. You, on the other hand, you're so strong." He started speaking directly into Tom's chest. "Sometimes I could just sit and stare at you forever, love."

Apparently the man had heard what Harry said, because he chuckled. "You're adorable. But no. We're both soulmates. We're meant to be. The idea that one of us is definitely powerful and the other one definitely isn't is ludicrous. I'm not stronger than you are, and you're not weaker than I am. We're equals in everything, my love, including power."

Harry could feel tears well up in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Tom's torso. "You're making me cry, you big sap," he laughed half-heartedly. "Merlin, I love you."

"I love you too," Tom smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry even tighter. "But you must know it's the truth. I wouldn't want to fight side by side with anyone other than you, darling."

"Thank you," Harry smiled sweetly, leaning up to give Tom kisses on his jaw. "But moving on, when are we going to get your diary back? Hogwarts ends in June, and it's already May."

Tom hummed happily as Harry peppered his jaw. "Perhaps the beginning of June. The school will be in so much chaos that no one will notice Ginny missing in the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry stopped kissing Tom's neck to speak. "Ginny has to go in the Chamber?" He questioned. "Why can't we just steal it from her while she sleeps one night?"

"Like I said earlier," Tom responded, "this year we are going to stop the basilisk attacks. In doing so, we need to make everyone believe we're done. So, we'll lure Ginny into the Chamber. I'll distract her while you switch out my diary for a fake. I'll pretend to be the soul in my diary, and somehow, the fake will be destroyed and we'll pretend to be defeated. That way, they'll think they defeated the enemy and they won't be on the lookout for the Chamber."

"Okay then," Harry yawned, nuzzling his head into Tom's neck. "Sounds like a plan. But it's getting late, can we go to sleep now?"

Tom smiled fondly as he kissed Harry's forehead. "Of course. Close your eyes, my sweet."

~

May 12th, 1993.

"Prince, your blood replenishing potion is... near perfection, as always," Snape drawled as he leaned over Harry's cauldron. "At least someone here knows how to use a knife."

Harry smirked evilly as he thought back to a little more than a month ago, when he impaled Lockhart's dick with a knife. 'You have no idea,' Harry giggled to himself.

Just then, the bell rang, and the teens got up to leave.

"Prince!" Ron shouted as they left the room. "I heard you kicked the Death Eater's asses last week!"

"Yeah," Harry laughed. "It was kinda boring though."

"Next time can we all go?" Ron asked as everyone assembled around them. "It's not like we'd do anything else. It could show our awesome abilities!"

Hermione huffed and lightly hit Ron's arm, who was pretending to karate kick an invisible person. "A little extra training never hurt anybody," she agreed. "When would it be?"

Harry shrugged. "I have no idea. We choose it on random days. It might not be at least for the next month, because me and Tom have to get the diary back.

"Don't forget your eyes, Harry!" Luna chirped as she skipped off, Neville in tow. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. Did she think he was just going to leave them at home?

~

May 16th, 1993.

"Do you think you could jusst sscare him off, but not kill him? We jusst need a disstraction."

Susan nodded her head enthusiastically before rubbing against Tom. "Of coursse I can, masster! He won't even realize what happened to her!"

"And you'll be really careful not to get hurt?" Harry questioned the happy snake.

Susan smiled, which must have been hard, considering she was a snake. "Yess, masster'ss mate. I'll be extra careful. After all, my nickname is ssneaky ssnake Ssussan!"

~

"... and we were wondering if it was a good plan," Harry asked the portrait of Salazar Slytherin.

Salazar ran a hand through his short dark grey beard. "Yes, yes, it's a good plan," he answered finally. "But make sure no one figures out who you really are, Harry. I can imagine that would completely screw you all over."

"I'll be extra careful, Salazar," Harry smirked.

"And you," Salazar turned to Tom. "You keep him safe. I may be a portrait, but I'll kill you if you're the only one who comes back."

Tom rolled his eyes, however he knew Salazar only cared because Harry looked exactly like Alexander. "Of course," he responded. "There's no way I wouldn't take care of him."

~

May 30th, 1993.

The plans were finally settled. Tom and Harry had rehearsed what they were going to do many times, and they felt confident in what they were doing.

It was time to fuck shit up.