Chain The Past

House Guests

2 weeks later

~ Fred Weasley POV~
I saw Hermione all dolled up. She was wearing a simple red knee-length dress and black high heels along with a dutch braid.
"You look beautiful" I complimented her
"Thanks, Fred. You still have to get ready, we need to be at their house by 2, I'm dying to meet Harry's mate" she said ordering me politely
"Yes m'lady" I replied
I wore a white T-shirt with a black coat and black jeans with black boots

~Harry Potter POV~
I looked over at Tom who was still asleep at 9. His hair was neat and he was sleeping diagonally. Last night had been rough.
"He must be very tired," I thought
I get up and look at myself in the mirror, there was a hickey every few cms on my neck and collarbone. I touched my hickey and remembered how intense everything was, I bit my lips as the feeling came back to me. I diverted my mind and got my clothes, a high neck thin hoodie, and black jeans. I take a shower and put on my clothes. I walk outside to see Tom curled up in a ball with no shirt on and his torso exposed to cold air. I walk over to the bed and cover him up with the blanket, he cuddles into me more as if still feeling cold. I turn on the heater and after a while, he starts warming up.

~30 minutes later~
Tom started shuffling around in his sleep until he finally opened his eyes, he looked around the room with his eyes still half-closed. The light hit his eyes and he made a grunting noise and cuddled into me, using me as a shield from the light.

"Wake up Riddle, its 9:30 and I'm hungry," I said

He continued to lie down, I sighed and kissed him on the neck. He immediately turned red and sat up like a vampire.

"Good morning Harry," he said rubbing his eyes.

"He looks so adorable and vulnerable in the morning," I thought

"Take a shower, we're having guests," I said

He looked at me in a way that he wasn't happy we were having guests, but still, he nodded at me and got his clothes and took a shower. His hair was neatly done to one side and he wore a black high neck sweater along with black jeans and boots. His sleeves were rolled up and he was still half asleep, I walked over and kissed him on the lips. He got startled and pulled back, leaving me confused and embarrassed.

"S-sorry, I thought- I had a bad dream," he said, justifying himself

"It's fine, let's go have some breakfast," I said cheering him up

~Tom Riddle POV~

I felt a tear roll down my cheek from rejecting Harry, I quickly wiped it away before he could see it. He held my hand but didn't intertwine his fingers as he did always. He started walking but stopped when he tugged at me, he looked at me with a questioning look.

"Tom, you okay? Don't you want to have breakfast?" he said questioning me

I didn't reply, he turned around to leave but I stopped him. I hugged him from the back and buried my face in his neck. Before I knew it tears started flowing down my face uncontrollably, I go to wipe them away when Harry suddenly held my hands in that position and muttered something

"Cry it out, Tom."

"It's for the best rather than crying every day little by little."

Tears continued falling down my face as I remembered I had done, it got hard for me to breathe because of the crying and my legs began feeling weak. I dropped down on my knees at Harry's feet and began apologizing.

"I'm s-s-sorry, v-very s-sorry," I said as I struggled to gasp for air.

"I've done so m-many things and I-I don't deserve y-you"