Tomarry Oneshots

"Professor, I was begging for it."

Harry is in his 7th year. Dumbledore didn't die. Harry pretends to be light for information and Tom looks normal. Tom and Harry are secretly together. They meet up in an abandoned classroom and things start to go south. 

This is slightly crackish so prepare for that. This also includes some death and slight sexual situations.

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     Harry moaned as he was pressed against the old stone walls of the astronomy tower. The pale moonlight struck the two bodies that were pressed so close to each other they seemed to mold into one person. Tom had his knee nestled in between Harry's thighs pressing on the younger's growing arousal. 

     Lips were clashing in passion as the two were oblivious to the fact that footsteps echoed up the old stairs. As the steps got even louder, Tom reached below Harry's belt and started to ghost fingers over his partner's dick. The elder of the pair didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. 

     The pair broke apart however when a startled gasp echoed across the walls. Tom hid his head in Harry's neck expecting it to just be a student that he would obliviate later. When Tom heard a sailors curse escape his lovers lips, he went to turn his head to look at the threat but was stopped when a wand point pressed into his neck. Tom slowly removed his hand from Harry's pants to inconspicuously grab his own wand.  

     "Now, Tom, why were you forcing Harry to submit to you?" Tom snarled when he heard the voice and a large scowl was etched onto his features. 

     "I didn't force him." Tom bit out as Dumbledore began to press the tip harder into the back of Tom's neck. 

      "Harry, did he force you?" Tom snorted at the question, Harry had been the one to suggest the meeting tonight, and he was the one most eager about the rendezvous. The wand tip jabbed Tom quickly but harshly. Seeing Harry's smirk, Tom knew his lover had decided to loose his 'golden boy' mask.

     "Professor, I was begging for it." Harry stated as he lunged forward knocking the wand out of Dumbledore's hand. A few loud noises could be heard as the wand fell down the expansive stairs. Still frozen in shock, Dumbledore was rapidly forced to the ground. 

     Tom stood above him forcing a foot onto the man's neck, slightly crushing his windpipe. Harry on the other hand, had a malicious smirk on his face. 

     "Hey, Tom?" Harry asked as Dumbledore was forced to stop writhing on the ground by a stronger force on his neck

     "Yes, dear." Dumbledore sputtered against the dusty floors. In his mind the crazy old man believed that Tom could not love anyone. That was not completely wrong but it was also not completely correct. Tom could love, Harry had been on the receiving end of many I love you's, however, he would be overly protective and possessive. Harry, who had never had affection or anyone care for him, especially loved those aspects of Tom. 

     "Would you be mad if I decided to kill him and use his death as my first horocrux?" The question was asked nonchalantly as if Harry was asking about the weather, not killing the leader of the light. Tom hummed as he leaned more weight onto Dumbledore's neck. Sputtering breaths came from the headmaster's throat. 

     "No, I wouldn't be mad. Do it, love." Dumbledore started to writhe on the floor, trying desperately to get away. Harry exclaimed in joy when he got the go ahead to execute the old man. Jumping over to Tom, Harry planted a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek as he drew out his wand. 

     Speaking the killing curse, Harry and Tom watched as the green light enveloped Dumbledore. When the light had dispersed, all that was left was the lifeless body of Albus Dumbledore. 

     Harry feeling adrenaline and satisfaction coursing through his blood, surged over to Tom and kissed him hard on the lips. Tom deepened the kiss, and after a second picked Harry up supporting Harry by his thighs. 

     "Want to continue what we started earlier?" Tom asked as the broke apart to breathe. Harry looked so blissed out with his blown out eyes and reddened lips. He looked beautiful and Tom couldn't wait to claim him in passion again and again.

      "Only if you find a place we won't get caught." Harry responded. Tom resumed the kiss as he started to walk away from the lifeless body. 

     "I can most definitely do that, love." 

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Word Count: 764

Published: June 21, 2020