A letter to the past | A Tomarry fanfiction

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Harry and Tom had been 'friends' for just over a week and Harry was finding it disconcerting that Tom seemed overly normal. He was kind, caring and studious. But Tom seemed like he was actually enjoying Harry's company. Harry couldn't say that he wasn't enjoying the company of Tom, though. He loved how Tom reminded him of Hermione. Tom had been in the library with Harry, trying to find out more about speaking to snakes. He had read all the books in the library about speaking to animals but hadn't found a single one that mentioned the ability to speak to snakes.

"Why can we speak to snakes?" Tom asked, annoyed after looking and looking. Harry sighed, crossing his legs on the uncomfortable wooden chairs. His spine ached from sitting on them for so long. He knew he couldn't just tell Tom why he could speak to snakes. Tom already lusted for power so Harry tried to change his course of action. As he had been reading he had learnt about a spell that required a very special ingredient; love. The spell would make it possible for them to be able to speak to all matter of creatures.

"Tom, look at this," Harry said, putting the book in front of Tom. Harry couldn't help but love the way that Tom would read every word intensely, yearning for the knowledge embedded in each line, embroided in each word. Tom seemed at lust for power itself or more at lust for knowledge. Harry smiled, the look of interest making Harry excited. "I knew you'd like it! Now, all we have to do is think of the person we love the most and-"

"But, Harry, I don't love anybody," Tom said, looking down at the book with a small frown. Harry could see that Tom really wanted to learn this and in order to learn this, he knew he needed to learn love first. "Harry, you need to teach me how to love."

Later that night, Harry layed awake thinking about those words. Harry, you need to teach me how to love. Harry heard somebody getting out of bed and walking over to his. Harry opened his eyes and saw Tom looming over him, looking very handsome in his pyjamas even in the dark. Without saying a word, Tom crawled under the duvet and closed the four posters curtains, resting his head next to Harrys. Tom was freezing, Harry noted as Tom's foot accidentally touched his own. Harry grabbed Tom's hand and held it in his, trying to warm it up. Tom curled into Harry, freezing. Harry was fine sharing the heat.

"Harry, what does love feel like?" Tom asked in a whisper. Harry thought to his friends and to his crushes, as well as his family. He had loved Sirius and loads others. He paused for a moment. He tried to think about the feeling but found it hard to describe. It felt different depending on who you loved.

"It feels like magic. Like you are so powerful and nothing can take that power away from you. It feels like everything is right. But when love goes wrong, it feels like you are going to die." Harry said, frowning at the last part. He thought about Sirius' death as well as his mothers and fathers. "But when love goes right it feels amazing like you will never come down from the magic love possess."

"Have you ever been with anyone?" Tom asked, curious to learn more. His hand laid on Harry's chest now, feeling the heat even through the thin layer of heat. Harry nodded and thought about Cho and Ginny. Although he missed them, he found he missed them at least. "What do you do with people you love?"

"Well, I've never had sex before I've only, well, you know..." Harry said, not sparing any details. Tom looked confused, not knowing what Harry meant. Harry sighed, knowing that he'd have to spell it out to Tom. Tom didn't know much of anything like this really. Maybe that is why Tom went evil in Harry's time. Harry knew that Tom was going to get embarrassed by the next thing he was going to say.  "You know, masturbate."

Still confused, Tom came closer to Harry and looked him in the eyes. Harry smiled at Tom's innocence. Harry was debating showing Tom but knew that Tom would need a better understanding first before he would do anything with him. He'd want him to want it before he did anything. Harry turned over so that he was looking at Tom directly as he spoke. Tom looked really innocent, never having heard of these things yet.

"It's when you play with your private parts. It makes you feel good. Like, sex but without the other person." Harry whispered to Tom, trying to explain to him. Tom flushed deeply, moving his gaze away from Harry. Harry was worried he had said something wrong and panicked a little. "Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Show me," Tom said suddenly. He wanted to know everything that might help him learn about love. He and Harry were friends after all so surely this was okay. Harry was shocked, to say the least. He was stunned yet he obliged. He paused for a second, not wanting to do anything wrong. Before he did anything Harry asked Tom if he wanted to show him on himself or on Tom. "On - on me, please."

There was a brief pause before Tom felt Harry's lips brush over his smooth skin, from his stomach up to his neck. Harry paused for a second, his hot breath warming Tom's cold skin. Tom waited, anticipation building up inside of him. He was nervous, having never felt anything like this before. Tom felt a hand on his member, playing with it losely as Harry made his way up to Tom's lips and kissed him

Tom moaned, his face heating up in the darkness of the room. Harry removed his lips and replaced them with his hand, demanding Tom to surrender to quiet. Harry pulled out his wand and with a small whisper of Lumos Maxima, the inside of the four-poster bed's curtains lit up and now Harry could see Tom in all his glory. His brown hair was perfectly curly, and his eyes shone now in the light, full of unsatisfied lust. Harry swallowed, his own lust showing in his emerald green eyes. Tom looked confused yet turned on by the feeling Harry was showing him, letting himself be consumed by it. Harry moved so that Harry could rub their crotches together, feeling the need for release himself. It felt amazing, knowing that each movement sent pleasure not just through him but also through Tom made everything feel so much more spectacular. Harry gasped quietly, their bodies moving as one.

Pleasure building inside him, Tom moaned into Harry's hand and Harry tried his best to keep quiet despite the pleasure building in his own body. Harry kept the movement of their hips going, Tom's cheeks flushed red. His eyes were closed, his whole body consumed in pleasure. Harry speed up as Tom's hips started to buckle. Tom orgasmed, his face full of unweathered pleasure and shock. Tom hadn't expected it to feel this amazing. As he orgasmed Tom reached up to Harry and dug his nails into Harry's back. This alone was enough to cause Harry to climax and he did, an uncontrollable wave of pleasure sweeping over him. Once they had finished Harry said nox, the light disappearing replaced by darkness. Harry gave Tom one last kiss and they fell asleep, both wrapped into this warm embrace.

Harry and Tom didn't speak about that night after that, instead of focusing on trying to be able to speak to all the animals. Though, in secret, both boys longed for it to happen again. It had been almost a week and Christmas was fast approaching. Tom and Harry were both excited to be alone (well, mostly) at Christmas and be able to spend it together, perhaps being able to at least talk about what had happened that night.

But they kept close, Tom feeling weird calling Harry a friend. Did friends really do that sort of thing together? Harry wanted to make sure that plan B was working well. He wanted to save the wizarding world by doing the most important thing;

He was going to save Tom Riddle from himself.

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