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Tom riddle apparated in the edge of his manor. He sighed fixing his cloak, walking through the green garden. He eyed the red roses. He despised the thorns on the flowers his mother seemed, oh so keen on keeping. Anything that could hurt Harry was non-negotiable. He waved his wand making all the thorns fall and burn. Perhaps the plant will burn and perish. Harry could always plant new ones. He preferred when his mother had something to take his mind off things.
He sighed walking past the bush, onto the stairs and large, glass doors. Protected with charms on every fiber of them, of course. It wouldn’t be good if his mother threw another fit and hurt himself while trying to run. Luckily, Harry was so kind lately he didn’t try that anymore.
"I’m home" he called into the empty, quiet atrium. He pursed his lips as he took off his shoes and flew the cloak onto the hanger, stepping into the house. "Mother?"
He wasn't one to be tested, but today he felt merciful. He could entertain his mother for long enough. Let him hide, play the game.
He found Harry in the study working at a desk, his back to Tom. He strode over with a pleased smile leaning over his beloved. Harry didn't acknowledge him, his quill scratching the parchment without missing a beat.
"Good evening" he purred, leaning down to kiss the wild tangle of Harry's dark hair. His mother hummed lowly in begrudging recognition. "In perfect humour, I see"
"Hardly," said Harry coldly. Tom grinned, leaning down to kiss his mother's cheek. Maybe months, years ago Harry would yelp and snap away, slapping and scratching. He wasn't a big fan of being forbidden from leaving the house without supervision, after Tom confessed his feelings and Harry made it more than clear that the mere thought of their romantic relationship disgusted him to the core. Well, it didn't matter now. And Tom was never one to particularly care if something he wanted to take belonged to him.
Now his mother just ignored him, going back to work.
"I missed you…" Tom whispered with a sigh. He encircled arms around Harry's neck, nose buried in the soft dip underneath his jaw. He could feel himself hardening, but it wasn't much of a surprise. There wasn't a day when he didn't lusted after his beloved mother after all.
"I stopped the anti-muggleborn bill. Like I promised you…” he said quietly. Harry stilled, his eyes snapping up with hardly concealed hope. “They will attend Hogwarts like everyone else.”
"You... Did?" The scratching of the quill stopped.
Tom nodded with a smile. He leaned over, oh so slowly, making sure Harry knew what was coming. The man didn't move away.
It wasn’t easy to convince half of Wizengamot that while he despised Muggles, maybe treating muggleborns like a lesser kind and having a separate magic school for them was not the best idea. But he was Tom Marvolo Riddle, and his mum asked him to do just that. And he deserved his reward.
Tom stood with his chest proudly puffed up, staring up at Harry who eyed his school records. Not one B, straight A’s.
“Well?” Tom asked smug, a giddy feeling building up at his chest as Harry lifted his eyes back onto him. The man gave him a wide smile, his eyes glistening.
“I am so proud of you” Harry reached over pulling Tom onto his lap with a grunt. Tom groaned like he didn’t want the affection, while inwardly preening as Harry hugged him close. He couldn’t help but sniff in Harry’s lovely scent.
Tom kissed him, first gently and tenderly, then harsher and devouring, encouraged by lack of Harry's protest. Tom deserved this - he thought with satisfaction.
"I'd do anything for you, mum" he whispered in between kisses "I love you... I love you, mummy..." He almost whimpered, such an unbecoming sound of a Minister. But with Harry he didn't need to act. His mother knew everything about him - from his favorite ice cream to how he gutted rabbits as a kid, the most rotten and disgusting parts of his soul.
Especially, just how obsessive he was - and Harry learned this the hard way.
He tugged his mum up, a soft huff leaving the man's lips but it was quickly silenced as Tom pushed him against a bookcase and kissed him again. And again.
He rubbed his crotch against his mother's delicious hips.
"I need you" he rutted, panting like a dog. Harry bit his lip and averted his reddened face, hiding his disgust - or desire - under closed eyes.
No matter.
Tom pried mother’s shirt open, kissing down his chest, heavy eyes stuck on the golden skin of the ribcage. Oh, what he would do to hide inside, to pry it open and tuck his body in it, the bones wrapping him in the tightest hug. He'd squash Harry's lungs and breathe his own oxygen into him, squeeze his heart and make it beat the same rhythm as his.
"Tom" Harry whispered as Tom’s hungry mouth caressed down the treasure trail on his mother's stomach. He didn't stop, kneeling down and getting under his skirt. He loved how much easy access it gave him. And as expected, his beloved mother was wearing the panties he bought for him. Not that Harry had any other underwear to choose from. It was that or lack of any - both outcomes more than welcome.
It made Tom almost cum - seeing Harry's dick tucked under thin lace barely containing the bulge. For sights like these he didn't care what law he had to secure or establish for his mother, he just didn't care. All he wanted was Harry. Mother, mum, mummy...
His lips leeched onto his mother's adorable dick making the man yelp and writhe underneath him. He wanted to see Harry's face but there was something thrilling in hiding underneath his skirt like he used to do in childhood, now in a much more perverted and immoral way.
"Tom!..." Harry gasped as the man pried his legs spread wider, pining them open against the bookcase as he suckled onto Harry's whole adorable length, his hands going from squeezing his thighs, to touching his balls, to playing with Harry's constantly puckered hole from how often he was taking him. His mother was divine.
He turned his mother around making the man yelp, spread his cheeks and began devouring him again and again. Tom's eyes rolled back in pleasure. He could die like this - figuratively. The only way he'll leave this world will be in the same casket as Harry and he had no plans to see his mum dead, ever.
He licked and teased Harry's puckered hole, reaching over to stroke the man as his cheeks were squashed with his mum's delicious rack. Tom was choking a little bit, almost making him cum on the spot.
Finally his mother came with a groan, the most beautiful song in all existence, his legs shaking, struggling to keep standing, basically sitting more and more on Tom's face who still licked and pried inside.
Finally the man dived out, face red, looking up at Harry with a hungry expression.
Harry peeked back at him panting, half lovingly, half horrified. For Tom, the fact that even after he took Harry forcefully as his loving homewife his mum still didn't fully despise him, was proof of the man's love. He did the right thing, he was sure of it. And he could see the evidence every day, on Harry's cum, on his blushing cheeks, on his reluctant smiles.
Harry was perfect for him. Even as a widowed wife of his father. He made sure the man left this world. He was standing in the way of them both. And all he could do was to try harder, to be the perfect son.
"I love you, mum" he hugged Harry from behind, his hips rutting against Harry's slick bottom.
“Tom, please…” Harry panted trying to pull away, Tom’s arms keeping him chained to his hard chest. He sucked on his mother’s lovely ear as he desperately lifted his skirt, prying away the lace panties. “Tom, no!”
“Shh…” Tom panted into his mother’s ear, sucking on the lobe “Mummy, I need you…”
“Tom, not here!” Harry looked at him angrily, eyes glimmering with beautiful unshed tears, glasses crooked on his nose. His beautiful mum, always so angry, so embarrassed and ashamed of his lust. “Not here…L-Let’s go to the bedroom…”
Tom groaned, half irritated, half ecstatic. It was almost like his mum asked Tom to fuck him. His dick felt like it was ready to burst with the slightest movement. But his mum begged so prettily…
He grunted and managed to find a wand quickly enough before his patience snapped and he took his mother on the oak desk where Harry worked on some useless project for creatures he’ll prettily ask Tom to push through later (he will.). Gods bless wand holsters…
He gripped his mum close and apparated them two floors up straight to their marital bedroom. Sure, Harry may insist it’s not Tom’s bedroom, but that’s exactly where he fell asleep each night, no? And it's not like Harry's husband will voice any objections - he thought darkly.
Harry groaned like always when he apparated, tugging of magic unpleasant as ever (some things don’t change).
“I’m sorry, mum” Tom kissed his nape as he pushed Harry down on their bed, diving his fingers down to stretch Harry for his dick. Not that he needed much - with how much sex they had Harry was almost always ready for him. How much happier their life has become after his mother stopped struggling…
Harry was deliciously relaxed just enough for him to immediately fit three fingers he lubricated with magic. He found that after using a new, darker spell the conjured lube caused delicious tingling and had an almost aphrodisiac effect on Harry's system. Tom didn't notice much of a difference, always hard for his mother either way.
“Tom…!” Harry gasped and writhed as the man started to push himself in, insistent and unforgiving in his ministrations. They both stilled and panted as the man bottomed out, relishing in the softness of his mother’s insides, his warmth, his wetness…
“I wish you were the one who gave birth to me, mum…” Tom moaned as he pulled out and pushed himself back in, picking slow but deep pace, making Harry squirm underneath. Harry shuddered underneath him. Tom smirked, placing loving kisses on his mother’s shoulderblades along with some lovebites “I wish I could be inside you mum…”
“Tom.” Harry sneered before moaning as the man pushed deep inside, lifting his mum’s ass so he could thrust deeper and fill the man to the brim “T-Tom…”
“I love you, mum” Tom panted and moaned as he bottomed out, wrapping his arm around Harry’s neck to pull the man closer to him, so close he could feel like they were one. “Mum…” He trembled and panted as his pace quickened, the man moaning and making small noises, his jaw relaxed, his brains slowly fucked out of him. Tom grinned satisfied, a smile that was all teeth. “Mummy…” he groaned, hitting that sweet spot in his mum that made the man see stars. Harry came with a long moan as Tom continued, doing his best to not cum yet. But his mum was so tight, and the sounds he was making were so hot-...
He spilled inside Harry with a groan, holding the man's hips so tightly they'll likely leave bruises. His mum was so fucking hot, his back arched so beautifully. Tom leaned in, licking against his spine.
“I love you” he whispered.
When he was done with Harry it was late into the night - any thoughts of dinner forgotten as Tom sat with his mum in their lavish bathtub. Harry laid passed out against his chest, head on Tom's shoulder and the man couldn't help but think they were perfect like this. Like Harry was his wife and they were on their honeymoon. He planted a chaste kiss on the man's cheek. So lovely and rosy. Just for him.
Harry mumbled something, but his eyes were still blissfully closed. Tom smiled to himself, his hands washing down Harry’s body off any sweat, cum or tears. His lovely mother, so perfect for him.
He just brought his mum breakfast in bed, the man still groggy with sleep, silently accepting the tray. Tom sat on the edge of the bed, observing as Harry ate. Sure, elf’s could’ve talen take care of it. But he always loved to make extra effort for his beloved.
“Is it up to your taste, mum?” He asked moving a lock behind Harry’s ear, the man moved away.
“I wanted to go to the Diagon Alley today.” He said putting his fork down. Tom’s soft smile steeled.
“What was that?”
“It’s been months since I’ve been in public.” Harry looked at him pained “Please, Tom, this…”
“I think we’ve talked about it, mum” Tom leaned in vanishing the tray with a wave of his hand “You remember the stunt you pulled last time, hm?”
Tom grasped his wrist, not harsh but tight enough Harry couldn’t move away. Wouldn’t dare.
Of course he remembered. Remembered getting drunk on freedom, after loosening Tom’s coils enough to escape. He tried to disapparate away. Tom gripped him tight making both men splinch. Tom healed himself quickly, but tended to his mother’s wounds the muggle way.
He sat on the edge of the bed for weeks as the slash running up harry’s leg healed. He never got back his wisdom teeth, splinched away in time and space. Perhaps Tom found them and kept somewhere. It wouldn’t surprise Harry at this point.
“Tom I need to go outside!” Harry pleaded desperately “Please i just… I’m going insane here…!”
“Well, would you like me to invite someone over? Perhaps Madame Malfoy? I believe you had lovely time last time” He cooed as if his mother wasn’t on the verge of a mental breakdown. It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair.
“Don’t play dollhouse with me” Harry snarled looking at Tom with hate “I don’t want to spend time with your followers Tom, who will run back to you and blabber every single word i ever told them”
“Well it’s not like you have much of a choice, do you, mum?” Tom smmiled cupping Harry’s face. The man looked back at him with tears in his eyes before closing his eyes shut. He couldn’t look at his son anymore. At what he had become.
After what felt like forever Tom pulled away.
“I have work to do today, but my evening is free” He said going up to his wardrobe, choosing one of dozens of similar and elegant robes. “We can… plan something. Just the both of us. A restaurant, perhaps. You do adore seafood, don’t you, mum?”
Harry looked his way finally. Lovely green hues. He nodded. It was better than nothing. He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“Is it all on the agenda today?” Tom asked scanning through the documents left on his desk. Barty Crouch Jr. nodded. “Yes. But perhaps you should also overlook prophet’s postings sir. Today they published an article about… Lady Riddle.”
Tom stilled like shark smelling blood.
“Oh?” He raised his eyes, a slow, predatory movement “And what it said, pray tell?”
“Nothing of much importance.” Barty cleared his throat “Discussing his wardrobe and… youthful looks”
Tom hummed. Yes, it was bound to happen for his mum to gather attention. The man didn’t look a day over twenty. For decades now. He chuckled to himself. How shallow could be wixen’s interest.
“Anything else?” He sighed, his mind already with his beautiful, lovely mum.
Barty cleared his throat.
“...Ignatius Prewett keeps trying to contact you.”
“Regarding?”
Crouch steeled himself
“Your… Lady Potter’s hand in marriage” He said, feeling the air in the room shift. He started it so he had to finish “I denied him every contact of course, as per instructions, my lord.”
He didn’t dare to look up.
Ignatius Prewett. Prewett of all people, daring to look at his mum with lust. A man so possessed with greed he couldn’t let a widow be. Even though said widow has been single for fifteen years.
“Destroy him” Riddle instructed simply as he stood up “Make sure he never dares such a stunt again”
“Of course, my lord” Crouch bowed deeply, a shine of sweat on his forehead. He came to live another day.