All I Ever Wanted Was the World

chapter 29

this is a spicy uhhh,, maybe angsts filled chapter before everything happens,, so be warned. It's an extra chapter, so it doesn't necessarily have to be canon. let me know if it should/shouldn't be !

He took Harry's face into his hands, his eyes scanning and observing as they always did.
"You always do this, you know." Harry said after a moment of staring at each other, "why do you always touch me? Before...you didn't want to even be an inch close to me, now you have become so...touchy?"

"I am not sure myself." Tom said under his breath, his thumb rubbing against the soft cheek.
"I have become...attached if you will." He said begrudgingly, his lips thinning, as if the words were cursed to say aloud.
"You...care for me ?" Harry questioned lightly, his lip quirking into a small smile on one side.
"Regardless, my care or concern shouldn't be important." He stated, though he didn't let go of him.
Harry laughed, and he moved forward to press a small kiss on the pursed lips that quickly became relaxed. He pulled away and held Tom at a distance (who seemed to chase after his kiss).
"See?" Harry stated, a flush creeping across his cheeks as he took note of Tom's predatory gaze.

"And you tease me when I clearly can't help myself?" Tom murmured, and Harry felt like the world was slowing around them.
His heart was too fast for him.

His mouth became dry.
"Well- I didn't-"
"But you did, dear."

Tom moved forward and connected their lips, gently holding the raven-haired boy close to him.
His head craned down to meet the other, and Harry let out a quiet sound, hesitating before he began to kiss Tom back.

His mind whirled and yet he couldn't come up with a single thought. He thought of blue eyes distantly, imagined the splotch of blond in the corner of his mind.
But they would never be together, and if Harry was going to be happy, he'd rather have spent his final moments with someone physically present.
After all, Draco most likely wasn't an option.
A pureblood with standards to uphold and a family to make for himself.
He had a chance at life after this.

Harry knew his destiny, and it wasn't life.
He wouldn't have a chance at life.

He felt the tears build behind his closed eyes as he kissed Tom, a reminder that, yes, he was alive, but he only had so much time.

Why not make the most of it?

He began to kiss Tom hard, his lips unrelenting and persuasive once the brunette began to pick up on the hint. A chuckle came from the chest that surrounded Harry's own, and he fisted at Tom's nightshirt.

"Can we do something tonight?" Harry whispered between their kiss, his breath quick ending when Tom kissed at the corner of his lips and began to peck at his jaw.
"Any requests?" There was a smirk and Harry could feel it against the junction of his neck and shoulder. He rolled his eyes before biting his lip at the soft suckling of skin.
"Anything we can do and still manage to get sleep." Harry teased, moving a hand to the back of Tom's neck and playing with the loose curls of hair.

"I won't disappoint, Harry."

After the statement made by Tom, Harry could say he would no longer question the authority and promises that may come from said boy.

He let out a quiet noise as the other mouthed at his bared neck and kissed down his now uncovered chest in the flickering light of the fireplace.
He felt warm and it was painful to think that this was real, that the real and handsome Tom Riddle was currently hovering over his own body and mouthing kisses on him, the-boy-who-lived, Harry Potter.
And what a way it would be to go. At least he wouldn't be dying a complete virgin, right?