Bound To You

Chapter 28: Starring Role

She hated them. Professor Lupin, Professor Snape, the Black Family head--and most of all, Professor Marvolo. Though she did admit that the latter was handsome, and that she might have had a crush on him, they weren't a Potter. They wouldn't be able to elevate her status into a Lady, pampered with riches that would never run out, showered with the attention of the most wanted bachelor in the whole world, one who looks so innocent and handsome, alluring and sensual, yet seemed not to notice his own charms, which made him all the more charming.

Everyone knew of Harry Potter, internationally. He was the only person to have ever survived the killing curse, and many people sought him--if not for research purposes, then for marriage purposes. Thanks to one Albus Dumbledore, though, he was still in the dark about such advances, but she wasn't. Even a blind person could see that he will grow, was still growing into a handsome young man.

And he was the richest person in the whole world, since he was the only Potter heir.

And also strongest, magically.

And most famous.

Most sought out.

And she will have him.

And if he wants to be dominated by someone seemingly stronger than him? That'll be no problem.

Tom could hear Harry giggle as his morning wood poked something. Why was he in his bed, though? His memory of last night was a bit fuzzy due to sleep, and only when he felt a tentative finger trail down his shaft did he remember. Harry getting sex toys from the Weasley twins... and how he looked as he orgasmed. His prick hardened, becoming more and more interested due to last night's memories, and the hesitant, yet eager touches from Harry's small hand was making heat coil below his belly.

The need was there, boiling and driving him crazy, but for some reason, nothing was coming out.

That's when he remembered; he felt the Chastity Curse magic wash over him, and he cursed as he had a dry orgasm, his back arching as he did so. Panting, he opened his eyes, finding Harry's confused green eyes. Said eyes were looking at the still-erect member, which twitched at the attention he was giving.

Pulling Harry on top of him, he immediately ravished his small, delicious lips with a hunger that expressed how he felt. Harry's hips buckled against Tom's torso, and from the moans and mewls he was making, he knew that he was close. So, so close--

"Tom!" he cried out as he came, his red, plump lips making an 'o' and his eyes shutting ever so slowly. The red blush that covered his face and travelled down his chest made him all the more beautiful. Had he not been under the Chastity Curse, he'd have came right then and there. He leaned up to nibble on Harry's neck which was bared to him as he rode out his orgasm, marking him.

Gods, he was beautiful.

He rubbed his back as Harry rode out his high, knowing that while Harry could find release, he couldn't. He was alright with that. Well, not completely, but he was...

Okay, he was frustrated at not being able to achieve relief with Harry, but what can he do? He'd probably have to wait for four, five years until Harry was of age--until he could legally give him his consent in marriage and finally deflower him... Curse Black for cursing him with the blue balls curse. His creature side growled at being unable to impregnate his mate at any time he wanted, though his human side knew why it was cast in the first place.

How those people downstairs knew what he was doing with Harry, he didn't know, though he suspect that Severus had a hand in this--somehow.

"Tom?" Harry asked timidly after he'd caught his breath. "Your... sperm didn't come out...?"