Tom

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"Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, you are messing with unheard of things," Professor Snape stood with his back turned to the boys as he scanned through his many cluttered shelves behind his large desk.



Goyle stared down at his feet, fidgeting uncomfortably in his hard wooden chair yet otherwise as silent as could be. Beside him, Crabbe was scowling at the teacher as the boy sat rigid in an equally uncomfortable chair.



"We've told you everything, Professor," Crabbe glowered, "Now all we want is some damned rest and our friend back."



"Mind your tongue, Mr. Crabbe," the Professor seemed to find what he was looking for, plucking a small bottle of potion from the shelf and placing it on his desk top.



Both boys watched the man with apprehension, Snape taking out two delicate, thimble-sized cups and placing them beside the potion.



"What's that," Crabbe asked, eying the curious tiny green bottle as Professor Snape split it's contents between the two even smaller cups.



"Just something to aid the proceedings here," Snape actually grinned a little, worrying Crabbe and Goyle even more, "It seems you two are holding your tongues about something. If you so desire your friend Draco Malfoy returned, I suggest you each take a sip and loosen those tongues."



Both boys were more than reluctant to take the cups handed them. Both sat staring at the murky puddle of liquid at the bottom of each cup.



"Well?" Professor Snape crossed his arms, watching them.



Crabbe shrugged, "Bottoms up." The boy drank his as if it were a shot of alcohol. He tapped the empty glass back on Professor Snape's desk, glaring at the man.



Goyle was more reluctant in doing so, catching Snape's inquiring eyes before hesitantly bringing the cup to his lips, "For Draco."



"Attaboys," Snape actually did crack a grin, sitting back down behind his desk and bringing out a small ledger and a quill.



After swallowing the potion, Goyle made a foul face, glancing over at Crabbe who kept his blank stare targeted on the man seated before them.



"So..." Professor Snape began, "Why were you two in the washroom this morning?"



Instead of his stubborn, cold reserve, Goyle piped right up, "I was bleeding. Crabbe washed off all the blood and then healed the wounds."



The boy instantly covered his mouth, eyes growing wide.



Snape wrote something down in the ledger, "Mhmm, and why were you bleeding?"



Crabbe shot his friend a look and interjected, "He tried to kill himself."



The professor paused, placing his quill down on the ledger and glancing up at Goyle, "Is this true, Gregory?"



Goyle still had his hand over his mouth. He nodded slowly.



Professor Snape sighed, leaning back in his chair, "Why would you do such a thing?"



"You've given us Truth Serum?" Crabbe asked. Goyle moved his hand from his mouth, staring down at the empty thimble cup nearby on the desk top.



"Perhaps," Snape shot him a look, "I am the one asking the questions, Vincent. Now, Gregory-"



"I couldn't help Draco," Goyle whispered, bowing his head.



The other boy and their teacher turned back to Goyle.



"He obviously didn't succeed cutting his wrists so why does it matter?" Crabbe pointed out.



Professor Snape went on with the questioning, "Did you think nearly killing yourself would help Draco, Gregory?"



"Yes," Goyle muttered, still staring down at his hands folded in his lap.



"Well you're lucky Mr. Crabbe here seems to have a knack with healing spells," Snape shot Crabbe a look, "Moving on, what exactly happened earlier this evening when Mr. Malfoy disappeared?"



Goyle began talking as if an 'On' switch had been clicked inside his head, "We were sitting in the common room late into the night, everyone had already gone to sleep. Me, Crabbe, and Draco were up sitting by the fireplace. Just talking about Potions homework," Goyle shot Snape a look now, "And how the amount you gave us for the weekend was ridiculous. Then Draco brought out the diary."



"Which diary?"



"Tom's. It belongs to Tom Marvolo Riddle."



"How can you be so sure?" Snape asked.



"It says 'Tom' on it, can't make out the rest of the name. And Tom started giving Draco clues as to who he was."



"He did? So Draco met this Tom fellow?"



Goyle nodded, "Draco said Tom was stalking him. He kept seeing him places. Then Tom attacked Draco in the washroom."



"Ah," Snape grinned, "So he was attacked by another student?"



Goyle shook his head, "Tom isn't exactly another student. He's some sort of ghost. And he didn't really attack him as much as..." Goyle frowned, placing his face in his hands.



"As what?" Professor Snape asked.



"As violate him. We think Tom wanted Draco for personal reasons."



The professor paused, his quill stopping in mid sentence, "Excuse me?"



"Just what I said." Goyle croaked.



Crabbe glanced over at his friend, hearing the pain in his voice, "Tom wanted Draco's arse, Professor."



Professor Snape raised an eyebrow and the man hurriedly cleared his throat, "How did Draco assume this was Tom Marvolo Riddle?"



"He told him," Goyle continued, "We all saw it written in the diary. He signed his name as such."



"Draco did?" Snape asked.



Goyle shook his head, "No, Tom signed his name. Wrote it in the diary, wrote back to things Draco was writing. He was playing games with Draco, like, mind games."



"Mhmm," Professor Snape recorded what Goyle was saying in the ledger, "Did Tom ask Draco for anything? Tell him to do anything?"



Goyle nodded, "He just wanted Draco. Said something about taking him to help You-Know-Who return to power."



Snape placed the quill down on the ledger. He sat in silence for a moment before returning Goyle and Crabbe's confused stares.



The professor lowered his voice, "Have you spoken a word of this to anyone else?"



Goyle shrugged,"Just Crabbe, Draco, and now you,"



"Same, but Goyle, Draco, and you, Professor," Crabbe added quickly.



Professor Snape let out a brief sigh of relief before continuing, "I suggest you keep your mouths shut about Draco being used to help The Dark Lord return to power. Not a word of it to anyone else, alright?"



Both boys nodded.



"Now tell me what happened in the common room when Draco disappeared."



Goyle shook his head, "I don't remember much, sir. When Draco took out the diary, words started appearing across the page, lots of em."



"What did it say?" Snape asked, picking up his quill again.



"I don't know, I didn't see. Draco just shot to his feet, knocking the diary away to the floor. Then Tom appeared."



Snape nodded, writing, "Tom walked in the room? Did he come from the entrance or from one of the student dormitories?"



"Neither. He just appeared standing there in front of Draco. No smoke, no 'poof', Tom was just suddenly there. Crabbe was sitting beside Draco at the time. He backed away from Tom. I was in a chair opposite them, Tom standing between myself and Draco," Goyle's frown slowly turned into a menacing glare as he recalled the incident, "Tom was just standing there, staring at Draco. He took a step towards him. But I wasn't going to let the fucker touch Draco. I tackled him from behind. Honestly thought I might go right through the guy since he didn't even appear real. But I grabbed hold of him and wrestled with him across the floor. Tom somehow managed to get away, knocking me from him and turning on me with his wand raised. That's the last I remember."



"I want to show you something," Snape interrupted, reaching into his desk and pulling out what looked like an aged yearbook. There was a bookmark stuck between the pages. Professor Snape opened the book to the marked page and turned it in their direction, "Do either of you see the boy who was after Draco Malfoy anywhere on this page?"



Crabbe and Goyle leaned forward to get a better look in the dim dungeon lighting. The page was a series of student photos, all First Boys and First Girls, Prefects. Sure enough, along the bottom row was Tom Marvolo Riddle's handsome face, grinning so carefree back at the camera in a way that sent chills through their spines.



Goyle nodded, then Crabbe.



Professor Snape paled, "Can you point him or her out?"



"Him," Crabbe spat, tapping the page right under Tom's portrait, "That would be Tom."



"Yeah, that's the fucker," Goyle added.



Snape quietly sat back in his chair, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. After a moment he spoke again, "Are you sure of this?"



"Yep," Both boys nodded.



The Professor leaned forward in his chair again, going back to his ledger and scribbling something, "Do either of you boys remember the curse Tom used on Gregory?"



Goyle obviously shook his head.

Crabbe thought for a moment, "I didn't know it but Tom yelled something when he cast the spell. 'Crema!' Something like that."



Professor Snape frowned to himself, "Never heard it. Obviously Latin, 'Burn'? Hmm." Snape wrote in the ledger.



"I thought you wanted to know what happened when Draco disappeared?" Crabbe asked.



"Didn't I tell you I'd do the questioning, Vincent?" Snape shot him a look, "Go ahead then, explain what happened."



Crabbe shot the professor an equally annoyed look, "After what happened to Goyle, I went after Tom. We knew we had to keep him away from Draco. Poor Drac was on the floor now, something was happening to him. He was barely awake, as if- Tom was draining his energy somehow. That's what I figured. Draco was crawling across the floor towards Goyle."



Goyle cast his eyes down to the floor, shoulders hunched.



"I fought off Tom as long as I could but if Goyle couldn't down him, you could imagine I was having my fair share of trouble. Tom got a hold of the fire poker I was using and started beating on me with it. Right when I thought I would black out, Tom just left me lying there. Draco, he was yelling something."



Crabbe paled a little, shaking his head.



"What was Draco yelling?"



"He surrendered himself to Tom," the boy mumbled.



Goyle glanced up, eyes wide, "He what?"



Crabbe caught his friends worried stare, "Draco told Tom to leave us alone and take him."



"No..." Goyle whispered.



"What happened then?" Professor Snape asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.



Crabbe sighed, hunching his shoulders the same way Goyle had, "Tom grabbed Draco, started choking him, then they just vanished. Kinda faded out, like a mirage," Crabbe glanced back up at Snape, "Then you guys burst in the room."



"He didn't" Goyle rose from his chair, not wanting to believe his friend, "Why? Why would Draco do something so- so foolish? We were trying to protect him!"



Crabbe stood beside his shaking friend, grasping the boys arm, "Goyle, calm down. He just didn't want to see us get hurt."



Goyle swayed beside him, "I couldn't stop him, couldn't stop Tom..."



"Professor," Crabbe glared at the man behind the desk, "Goyle's been through a lot tonight. He needs rest!"



"I failed Draco...," Goyle leaned heavily on the smaller boy.



After watching the display, Professor Snape frowned, "Alright."

The teacher shuffled through his desk and removed two vials, also small in size but larger than the first the man had produced from the shelves; The antidote to the Truth Serum. He handed both vials to Crabbe, "Go directly back to your dormitory. No funny business. And keep an eye on Mr. Goyle here. We don't want any more catastrophies today."



"What are you doing to help Draco?" Crabbe asked, wrapping Goyle's heavy arm around his shoulders.



"Anything I can," Snape turned away from the boys, moving back to his shelves.



The two Slytherin's left the dark classroom. After a moment of aimlessly searching the shelves, the man leaned against the old wood framing the many books and curious bottled concoctions, laying his head against his forearm. Professor Snape was in a position, as a Death Eater and as a spy for Hogwart's Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, where you might assume he could sway the fate of Draco Malfoy in either direction. But this was much easier said than done. After some inner turmoil, Severus Snape let out a stifled sigh, shoulders sagging now just as the boys had while sitting in the rickety old chairs before his desk.



"Merlin's bloody beard, I can't do anything, can I?"



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"I didn't help him," Goyle cursed, his body shuddering as Crabbe supported the distraught boy back into their dorm room, "I just- just let him go!"



"Shush," Crabbe muttered, worn thin after listening to Goyle's despairing words the entire walk back from Snape's Potions classroom.



They shuffled through the empty Slytherin common room and back inside their shared dormitory, shutting the door behind them.



As soon as the door was closed, Crabbe took out both antidotes to the Truth Serum, "Here, you take em. Guess I was too drunk for the Truth Serum to work on me but Snape sure got you good. Never heard you talk so much before..."



Goyle ignored Crabbe, pushing his hand aside as he stepped back up to the desk. The boy stood staring down at the dried blood stains across the desk top, his own blood. Amidst the reddish brown stains was Tom's black leather bound diary, it's white parchment free of any blood. But there was something else now along the page, something that wasn't there before.



"What? What are you staring at?" Crabbe moved up beside his friend.



Suddenly enraged, Goyle grasped the book from the desk, "That fucker!"

He snapped the diary shut before Crabbe could see what had caught his attention and angered him so. Goyle pushed passed his friend, moving to Draco's empty bed. He slumped down at the center of the wrinkled sheets, sitting with his legs crossed and the black leather diary in his lap.



"What the fuck, man!?," Crabbe was shocked by his friend's behavior, standing beside the bed with his hands on his hips and glowering down at the angry boy, "Show me what it says!"



Instead, Goyle leaned over the book in his lap, burying his face in his hands, "He got what he wanted. Fucking hell. Tom got what he bloody fuckingwanted."



"What?" Crabbe hesitated before taking a seat next to Goyle, beginning to worry about his friend's strange behavior.



Goyle sat unmoving, anger coming off him in waves, "I saw what the arsehole's been doing with Draco."



Crabbe's face went blank, "H-How? What did Tom do?"



"Remember how I told you I was dreaming earlier? When you woke me and patched up my wrists?"



Crabbe nodded, "Yeah... so, all that blood, you did manage to do something to the diary?"



"Sure did. I had a dream, a really real one. The kind that Draco and I had about the potion's room, but it was way different this time," Goyle sat up, spitting off the side of the bed (something he usually did outside the boy's dormitory), "Sure enough, I saw the two of them together in some sort of bedroom."



"Where? Was it familiar?"



"Looked like a Slytherin dorm, but different. Full of old stuff and cluttered as fuck. Never seen it before. That fucker had Draco there with him."



Crabbe sat waiting for his friend to continue, sliding one of the vials across the bed towards Goyle. Thankfully, Goyle reached out and grasped the small bottle without arguing.



"Thanks," He mumbled, popping it open and drinking the potion inside.



"Don't mention it," Crabbe gave his friend an awkward smile, "Kinda want you back to normal. This is spookin' me something fierce."



"It's not so much the serum. I'm just..." Goyle shook his head, cursing under his breath and violently throwing the small glass bottle at the wall across from them. It shattered into a zillion tiny pieces, raining down onto the stone floors below.



Crabbe winced, eying Goyle, "..obviously mad about something?"



"It wasn't supposed to be like this!" Goyle yelled.



"Shh!," Crabbe reached out, placing a hand on his friend's tense shoulder, "We did all we could,man. We both want Draco back. We'll figure this out soon enough."



"You don't understand," Goyle shook his head, burying his face in his hands again, "Tom got Draco drunk."



Crabbe moved his hand away, placing it back in his lap. He had a feeling he knew where this story was going. Now it made sense why Goyle was so mad.



Goyle continued, "The fucker got him drunk off of wine! You know how much Drac loves wine. I gave him three bottles of his favorite Merlot last Christmas! Tom had Draco all giggly wine-drunk and got in bed with him," Goyle glanced up, "Did I mention Draco was bloody stark naked wrapped only in some Slytherin blanket!?"



"Ah, no, you didn't" Crabbe's wide eyes followed his friend's furious ones, knowing now was not a time to crack jokes. Even attempting to cheer up Goyle when the boy was like this meant Crabbe might end up with a bloody nose or black eye. Of course Goyle wouldn't mean to do it, and he never had hit his friends with malice in the past. (play fights left Crabbe and Draco bruised as hell. Goyle, of course, never meant to hurt them really. He was just much, much larger than the two.) But just like hugging an angry rattlesnake would be a bad idea, so would trying the same move on a raging Gregory Goyle.



"So Draco, totally wine-o'd off his arse, is in bed with Tom and the sly fucker dares Draco to kiss him!"



Crabbe sat back on the bed, purposely moving a good foot or so away from Goyle, "Did, ah, they do it?"



Goyle sighed, "Draco can't back down from a challenge. If he was ten sheets to the wind and someone dared him to climb the Astronomy Tower's roof, you'd be sure as shit he'd start climbin' the steps!"



"Yeah, guess so," Crabbe gulped, fiddling with the second Truth Serum antidote. He wasn't sure if Goyle would break his hand if he tried giving the bottle to him.The larger boy still sitting hunched over at the center of Draco's bed shook his head, grumbling under his breath.



"So they made out. Like, hardcore 'I wanna fuck your brains silly' made out. But that's not what really gets me, it's how Tom tricked Draco into it! The bastard greased him up with wine then dared him! All I could do was watch! Couldn't stop them, couldn't lift a damn finger! Just... watch!"



Crabbe glanced away, biting his lip so he wouldn't dare say what he was thinking, 'You're just mad you didn't think of that first, Goyle.'



"So they made out?" Crabbe shrugged, trying to play down the situation, "Better than Draco being tortured I guess?"



"It get's worse," Goyle muttered, grasping the book in his lap and shoving it at Crabbe, "Read."



Crabbe obediently took the book from his irate friend, opening it to the last page.



'Nice try. I do hope you bleed to death, silly boy. Give it up already. Draco's mine now. And trust me, he likes it.'



Goyle buried his head in his hands, letting out a string of curses only Crabbe would be proud of. But Crabbe felt more worry than pride, for he could hear the choked off sob in Goyle's voice as he sat with his back to Crabbe. After a long pause, Goyle cleared his throat enough to continue, his voice thick with resentment.



"It wasn't supposed to be like this, Crabbe. I was supposed to be his first real..." Crabbe paused, shaking his head, "Not Tom Fucking Riddle! Not like this! That dream, it got worse! I saw everything Crabbe! And now... now I dunno know if we're gonna even get Draco back! If he wants to come back, I just dunno anymore!"



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Draco shivered at the other boy's touch, shifting uncomfortably beneath Tom's cumbersome body. Tom sniggered through Draco's lips, pulling back from the conflicted boy.



"Can't handle this, can you?" Tom Riddle shot the impish boy beneath him a cocky grin as he licked his thin lips, "Didn't think you could, Draco. Scaredy cat..."



"No I'm not!" Draco squirmed again, his bold green eyes suddenly widened as Tom's hand, carefully sandwiched between the two, gripped Draco in an unexpected place.



"You sure about that?" Tom whispered, casting a faint trail of kisses down Draco's stunned face before meeting his parted lips again.



Draco lay stiff as a board, unmoving, breathing a little strangely. Tom took in the scene with pride. His hand slowly rubbed the length of the boy beneath him, stroking ever-so gently. Draco's eyes darted closed, his breath hitching in his throat.



Tom found himself snickering again as he freed their lips briefly, "Just tell me if you can't handle it, Drac."



"Fine - I'm fine," The blond breathed, his head quickly rising from the stiff pillows to catch Tom's fleeting lips again, arms wrapping to pull the boy back down over him. He wanted to prove he wasn't a scared little boy. Everyone always thought of him like that. His father, even his friends thought he couldn't handle his fights alone! He'd show them. Draco was obviously well sloshed on the high proof of alcohol in the wine. But was the wine the only thing to blame now? After all, there was there still a Malfoy in there somewhere.



Tom bit Draco's lip, squeezing him at the same time. Draco made a funny little yelp sound beneath the boy.



"You already know I'm an excellent kisser," Tom whispered, dragging his lips slowly across Draco's cheek as he lay along the boy's side. Tom brushed the white blond hair back from Draco's flushed face, kissing the edge of the boy's pale ear, "I'm good at many other things as well. Would you like to give them a go?"

Beneath the Slytherin Crest of the thick blanket, Tom held Draco tight, feeling the pronounced stiffening in his grip. Draco let out a sharp exhale of breath, eyes still closed, hands still idly clutching Tom to him although one now held the wrist of the groping hand. Draco didn't pull Tom's grasp away nor did he encourage him any further. Tom knew Draco could surely feel his own reaction to playing with the blond as he pressed through the thin underwear against the boy's bare thigh.



"Well Drac? Would you?"



After a moment, Draco murmured, "Dunno."



Tom grinned, pulling his own hand from Draco. The boy beneath him opened his eyes, obviously confused.



"Don't worry," Tom brought the hand to his mouth and spit into his palm, "I didn't plan on stopping."



Draco's eyes shot closed again as the hand returned, damp now and sliding easily over the boy's hot skin.



"Just relax. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself," Tom whispered, caressing the boy slow at first.



Draco bit his lip, his hand grasping Tom's wrist. But to Tom's surprise, this time Draco decisively encouraging him to stroke him faster. And Tom fell to silence, his own breath catching at Draco's encouragement. Without another thought, he pushed the covers down to Draco's thighs. Fully exposed, the blond was easier to stroke off now and Tom had a full view of his nude body sans' from the knees down. But it was more than enough.



"Fuck," Tom mumbled under his breath, turning away from Draco and burying his face in the pillow beside Draco, hand continuing to run the length of him.



Draco let out a short moan, moving his hand from Tom's and catching the taller boy's chin, bringing his lips to desperately meet Tom's again. Tom fell into the heated kiss, intoxicated by lust, now freely stroking Draco's hard cock as the boy spread his legs. Tom's own stiffness fought at his suddenly too-tight underwear, pressing hard against Draco's thigh as he stroked the boy faster.



Draco moaned through their lips, grasping the back of Tom's head and nearly pulling the taller boy on top of his rigid body as they kissed.



In a surge of passion, Tom pulled away and sat up from Draco, moving to sit between the boy's legs. Draco, suddenly unsure of the situation again, sat up to watch. Tom grasped Draco's erection, staring down at the boy with slitted eyes.



"Lay back." He ordered Draco, his voice husky. The blond fell back on the bed, grasping the blankets at his sides as he closed his eyes again. Tom began stroking him again, faster and harder than before, now in a better position to please Draco and get a full view of his toned body, now glistening with sweat. Tom thought if Draco bit his lip any harder he would start bleeding.



"I want you to come for me," Tom murmured, "Like you did before in the washroom. I know you want to..."



Draco nodded, letting out another short moan as he gently thrust up to meet Tom's hand. Without another thought, Tom pushed his own underwear down and freed himself from the confining shorts. With his free he began stroking himself off in unison with Draco, laying there, eyes closed, breathing heavier by the second.



Suddenly Draco gasped, crying out as his fists twisted in the blankets, his back arched. Tom stroked him fast as he came, feeling his own lust increasing with every single moan from the boy strewn across the bed. Once Draco began settling down, chest rising and falling with batted breaths, Tom turned his attention to himself. Draco's eyes fluttered open as the taller boy lay hunched over Draco's nude body, stroking himself off.



"Fuck, oh fuck," Tom groaned, coming hard across Draco's thigh and stomach before collapsing back down against him.



They lay shivering, making little effort to catch their breath again.



"Now that was pretty amazing," Tom grinned into the crook of Draco's neck.



Draco snorted, wrapping an arm around Tom, "Told ya."



In a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs and drying fluids, the boys slowly drifted off to sleep.



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REPLIES TO YOUR REVIEWS!:



SoftObsidian74:

Yes, I had a terrible case of writer's block. I'm sorry this story sat for so long without being continued. I didn't have a skeletal outline of it nor did I know where the plot was headed, but I've got things laid out better now for future chapters. I have updated two new chapters since you last posted and gone back to fix many things in earlier chapters. I hope you like it! :D



DTDY:

Hehe, thanks :P



killerfox:

Pure bloods are good for plenty of things. You know, standing around and looking all debonaire and sassy, that sort of stuff. Draco just has a violent streak. *shrugs* I'm sure he hits like a proper gentlemen... *takes out a glove*



xxVampireMagickxx:

I'm sorry for making you wait so long for an update. Hopefully you see I've returned to this fic and started poking at it again, in hopes of reviving the poor thing. So far so good and I hope you enjoy the coming chapters. As for Old Tom vs Young Tom, I haven't quite gotten to that yet. But as for the tonsil hockey, well yeah, you'll see plenty of that and then some in the coming chapters.



Ali-chan:

Yes, Tom is delightfully sick. That's why I like him oh-so much! (I's a sick puppy) Sorry for the slow update but hopefully it's sweet enough for your taste!



GellyBelly:

Welcome to the Review party! *hands you a cookie* There's punch over there. I swear I didn't spike it... *blinks innocently*

I really don't mind if you choose to review each chapter on it's own. The feedback is great, after all. I played around with the make-out scene in chapter 4 to clarify what was happening. Thanks for the 'heads up' on that. *hands you another cookie* I'm very glad you enjoy the story and I hope you stick around for further update fun!



MintySweet:

Sorry for the delay updating, but I snuck in two more chapters so feel free to get your fill! :D



Jay Ficlover:

Thank you kindly for the review! I'm flattered/touched/giggly that you prize this little ficcy poo with your favorite Harry Potter fics. I've read my fair share too and I'm rather fond of 'Tom' myself... for obvious reasons, probably concerning me writing it... *coughs* But anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed my pairing of Tom/Draco. Feel free to review about the additional chapters in the future. I do enjoy the company :D


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