A letter to the past | A Tomarry fanfiction

Christmas

Hogwarts was covered in a thick blanket of snow, the grounds a white winter paradise. Hogwarts was decorated with tinsel, candles and Christmas trees, strange ornaments hanging all over the place. Even the dungeons were colourful this time of year, making the dull dwelling a beautiful place to sit and open gifts. There were stockings hanging over the fireplace, the fire tickling the frosty air. Although only Tom and Harry were in the Slytherin commons, it felt lively as if there were many more running about this happy morning.

It was Christmas day and Harry had a present for Tom. It wasn't much but he just hoped that Tom liked it. He was sure that Tom wouldn't like the holiday and wanted him to enjoy this year as much as possible. When Tom woke up he groaned, annoyed that it was Christmas day. Harry swallowed, nervous to be giving this boy a present. Harry walked over to Tom and handed him a little neatly wrapped parcel. Tom looked at him, stunned. He opened his mouth to say something but seemingly couldn't. He opened it carefully, the excitement growing in his eyes. Inside of the parcel was a diary with Toms name engraved in the back, slightly like the one Harry had seen in his second year at Hogwarts.

"I - thank you, Harry. I love it. I'm sorry for not getting you anything in return." Tom said, a warm smile spreading on his face. He clinged onto the diary, not wanting to ever let go of it. Harry smiled, knowing that he had chosen the right present. He didn't care that he didn't have one in return. All he cared about was that look on Tom's face. He just wanted Tom to smile like that all the time. "Let's go down for breakfast, Harry."

Later that night, the two were worn out from a long day of fun. Tom was irritated that Harry hadn't let him study but succumbed to it anyway. Tom and Harry sat on Tom's bed in the otherwise empty dorm room. Harry and Tom talked about nothing before both of them looked at each other. Tom was the one to speak in the end.

"I can't stop the feeling in my tummy and my privets it's all I think about it has really been affecting my work I find it hard to concentrate and I really want you to make me feel like that again so my mind could just rest because I don't want to feel so clogged up like I can't keep this inside of me forever-" Tom gasped as Harry's lips met his in a fit of uncontrollable lust. Harry had felt it too and even when he masturbated the feeling wouldn't go away. Harry pulled down Tom's trousers and underwear before taking off his own. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, we could make each other feel good from our mouths," Harry explained. Tom nodded, the anticipation building in him. Harry smiled before angling it so that Tom's cock met his lips and Harry's met Tom's. Harry took Tom's member first, letting it fill his mouth. Tom moaned, his lips parting. Harry used this opportunity to get his member in Tom's mouth. Tom chocked but that only turned Harry on further. It felt so good. Harry moaned while sucking Tom's cock, sending vibrations down Tom and Tom returned the same. "Mhmmm."

Harry sucked and swirled his tongue around Tom's erect member. It tasted salty yet sweet at the same time, the taste of perfection to Harry's palet. He made sure to keep his teeth away from Tom's cock, not wanting to hurt him. Harry pulled Tom's cock out of his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to play with the head of Tom's penis. Tom moaned, the feeling making it hard to concentrate on sucking Harry back in return. He felt like he was flying. How did Harry make him feel this way?

Tom tried to imitate Harry although Harry had no experience either, not that it didn't feel amazing. Tom could barely tell. Every fibre of Tom's being was enveloped in this moment; nothing else mattered but this feeling, but him and Harry. Harry moaned again, thrusting his cock deeper into Tom's throat. This was the tipping point for Tom as he came into Harry's mouth, his hips buckling forcing his member deeper into Harry's throat. Tom moaned into Harry's cock, trying to focus on making Harry cum but the feeling was overwhelming. Once Tom had finished Harry didn't stop. He wanted to introduce something more to Tom if he was willing.

"Tom, do you want me to show you another pleasure tonight?" Tom nodded eagerly, his dick hardening already. Harry bent Tom over the bed before he started stretching out his ass with his fingers. Tom moaned, surprised that this could even feel good. Once Tom was stretched out enough for it not to hurt, Harry ran his hand over his own member to make sure that it was lubricated enough. Once he was satisfied he lined his cock up with Tom's tight ass and entered slowly. Tom's toes curled as he did so, his fingers white from gripping the covers so tight. This feeling was amazing. It hurt a little but he trusted Harry.  "Is this okay?"

Tom moaned in answer, his cheeks redder than ever. Harry began speeding up his thrusts, Tom rocking back and forth with each thrust. Harry felt amazing. His own moans melted into the air, everything feeling amazing. He reached over to Tom's dick, deciding to show Tom the ultimate bliss. Tom let out a high-pitched moan, the mixture of a handjob and being fucked being everything and more for Tom. The thought of Tom feeling so good made Harry come close to the edge so he fucked Tom harder, faster and deeper. Tom's moans filled the room and Harry fucked him and gave him a handjob, the pace of both fast.

"Harry, I-I'm going to cum again," Tom said at the end of his teether. It was okay though because Harry was too. With just a few more thrusts, the two boys shared a moment of orgasmic bliss, both falling into a mess of sweat on the bed. Both were out of breath and panting, feeling better than either ever had in their lives. After a few long minutes, Tom asked a question Harry didn't know how to answer. "Harry, what are we?"

The whole Christmas holidays were filled with bliss, them making the most of the empty dorm. Every night they would give each other the best feeling in the universe. Harry knew now that he was in love with the boy who became the man who killed his parents. He was in love with Tom Riddle. He was smart, cunning, attractive, tentative, sexy, handsome, he was everything. Tom wasn't the selfish boy he thought he would be. He was amazing. Plan B had to be a success. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Tom. Harry and Tom were sad to see term start. It meant that everyone would come home and they would have to sneak their alone time in carefully. Tom was writing in his diary when Harry walked in, sitting opposite him. Harry tried to peer over but Tom hid it, blushing deeply. Harry let a laugh escape him, knowing exactally what Tom was writing about.

"You know, I am really proud of you. You are going to be an amazing wizard." Harry said, smiling. Harry was so happy. The plan Dumbledore had come up with was way better than plan A. Harry loved being here with Tom and although he missed his friends, it was worth it for this. "I care about you a lot."

"Thank you, Harry. I think I am starting to understand what l-love feels like."

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