Let Me Rock Your World, Tom

Harry plunged the fang into the diary, and pulled it out again, repeatedly penetrating the smooth leathery binding until the gaping hole went right through the book. He peed a little out of excitement. Tom Riddle doubled over, ripping his shirt open, the light erupting from those rock hard abs. He looked like Jesus as he keeled over onto the cold, hard floor. Harry kicked Ginny to the side. Ginny grunted as she was yeeted across the room. She thwacked against the hard wall, the loud slap ricocheted off every hard surface in the chamber. "Tom!" Harry exclaimed, throwing himself at the now hard and solid young boy. He slapped Tom's pink, round cheeks and sat on him so he was between his legs. "Wake up Tom," Harry said shaking him back and forth, extremely vigorously. Tom groaned, and sat up, propping himself up on his hard, bony elbows. "Hot diggity dawg; I'm not a ghost anymore; I haven't been physical in so long! This feels so groovy!" "Let me help you up, we can converse in my dormitory.." After Harry realised he was too weak to carry him, he decided to drag Tom up the stairs by his heels. Harry stopped to pull up his tight revealing black patent leather trousers over his thicc thighs and shapely hips, as the chafing got too much for his supple, sensitive skin. He accidentally let go of both heels to carry out the action. "Whoopsies!" Harry said as he watched Tom's limp body cartwheel down the stairs, crashing into a heap of hard bones.                                                             *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *It had been four years since the incident, but Harry still went to visit the comatose Tom every day in the hospital wing, still feeling guilty of yanking his trousers up to relieve the frictional rubbing. One Sunday, Harry was sitting on the foot of the Tom's bed, when he felt a tickling sensation about his buttocks. He quite enjoyed this feeling, so it took him a while to realise this wasn't a fantasy; it was in fact Tom's teeny toes rubbing against Harry's big butt. "Tom! You're alive!" Harry exclaimed, cupping Tom's cheeks with his smooth hands. Their eyes met for a split second before Tom looked away. As Harry pulled his hand from Tom's face, his fingertips traced his hard, chiseled jawline. He reckoned it was about 120 degrees. Harry was thirsty, but he'd already drank all his water. Madam Pomphrey suddenly burst into the room. "Thank the Lord! Christ is risen! This is a holy day, you can finally leave." "You can come to my room if you fancy, I have some clothes you can change into". "Sure thang, H-dawg". On the way, Tom asked "where does this staircase lead to?" "The potions dungeon" Harry replied, "it's where all the chemistry happens. Wanna check it out?""Sure thang chicken wing" Tom replied.As they walked down the narrow, winding staircase, Tom grabbed Harry's hand. "I'm skayerd H-bomb." "Don't worry, I won't let go, hold on tight." Soon, they reached the bottom of the hard staircase. They entered the dark dungeon. Tom knocked over a potion. "Oh no!" Harry said."Don't worry, it'll just leave a stain""Let me try and rub it off." He vigorously rubbed the area back and fourth, but with no luck. The stain didn't go away. "Thanks H-dawg, but it's okay. I'll just take it off." A trail of saliva escaped Harry's gaping mouth, and he absorbed the specimen before him. Tom licked it off sensually, their eyes were locked together throughout for a long time, before the tension increased to a climax, and their lips touched. After a minute of making out, Harry slithered his tongue out, running it over Tom's hard, white teeth. Tom's teeth parted and their tongues were fighting for dominance. Harry's hand slid down Tom's curvaceous thighs, and stopped to linger at his area. "Mmmm H-dawg you're so good at this. Let me rock your world baby."