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When Tom made no move from his terse position, Harry said to Lucius, "Just so you know, I don't like you, or your son, very much. I'm not trying to defend you because of any sense of comradery. But I am a Gryffindor, and we tend to be forgiving and lenient. I simply believe Draco served his penance in Hogwarts detention already."

Harry suddenly frowned and glanced questioningly at Tom. He hadn't meant to, but it seemed he had taken over this little meeting and made some decisions without consulting the other man first. Had he overstepped his bounds?

While Tom did not look at Harry, he did lift his wand again and before Lucius had time to prepare himself, a spell was cast at him, only with no visible effects.

"Leave, Lucius. An Elf will escort you out." On cue, Sprit (or Sprot) arrived and waited while Lucius rose warily to his feet. "Make sure you inform your son of recent developments, and feel fortunate the noble Gryffindor was here," Tom added as a final word.

Once Lucius left, Harry immediately dropped his gaze to his lap and said, "I'm sorry." He risked rotating his eyes so he could see Tom's expression, which remained inscrutable.

"Gryffindors," Tom finally ground out, and rose to his feet. Harry scrambled to follow suit.

"Are you mad?" he asked to Tom's back. The man turned around to face the boy wizard.

"I am angry I did not get to Crucio him."

Harry frowned. "But why would you do that in the first place? Yes, he offered to take his son's punishment, but Draco Malfoy didn't know it was you."

"Of course that little idiot didn't know it was me. He deserved a Crucio for trying to hurt you though," he snapped, retracing his steps towards Harry. And then Tom froze, a sort of dazed expression on his face. Harry's eyebrows disappeared under his fringe for a brief period, and then he grinned widely.

"I think I've grown on you."

"You're such a brat."

Tom kissed him, and Harry in all his form went along with it. They were so close (when did they get so close?) that it was only a matter of leaning in a few inches for their lips to meet. Harry quickly realized that Tom was in control of this—he supposed it was all he could do for dominating the meeting with Lucius—but it wasn't exactly hard to part his lips for Tom's tongue. Harry lost awareness of the room, save for the desk which he ended up being pushed against, the edge digging into the small of his back. Not that he cared. His attention was solely focused on the warm body pressing him there and the hot mouth sucking the breath from his body in a very delicious way. Tom's hand had ended up at his waist where his t-shirt had ridden up, and Harry felt a thumb run on the strip of bare skin just above his waistband. It startled a moan out from the back of his throat. A second later he had to break the kiss to take in much needed air.

His overactive imagination was back. He'd heard some interesting things on what could happen on a desktop…

…except usually that involved two people, and since Tom was walking away now it seriously put a damper on what Harry's brain had conjured.

"Wha…?"

Tom smirked at him from over his shoulder. "I believe we still have Bellatrix to see to." With that he disappeared out the door, leaving Harry to stumble away from the desk and try to compose himself, which was a bit difficult when one was still trying to recover from being snogged half to death.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Khi Tom đã không di chuyển từ vị trí ngắn gọn của mình, Harry nói đến Lucius, "chỉ cần để bạn biết, tôi không thích bạn, hoặc con trai của bạn, rất nhiều. Tôi không cố gắng để bảo vệ bạn vì bất kỳ ý nghĩa của comradery. Nhưng tôi một Gryffindor, và chúng tôi có xu hướng được khoan dung và khoan dung. Tôi chỉ đơn giản tin rằng Draco gia tội của ông phục vụ trong trường Hogwarts giam giữ đã."Harry đột nhiên cau mày và liếc nhìn questioningly tại Tom. Ông đã không có nghĩa là để, nhưng nó dường như ông đã thực hiện trên cuộc họp nhỏ này và thực hiện một số quyết định mà không tham khảo người đàn ông khác lần đầu tiên. Ông đã overstepped giới hạn mình?Trong khi Tom đã không nhìn vào Harry, ông đã nâng cây đũa phép của ông một lần nữa và trước khi Lucius đã có thời gian để chuẩn cho mình, một lỗi chính tả đã được đúc vào anh ta, chỉ với không có tác dụng có thể nhìn thấy."Rời đi, Lucius. Một con gia tinh sẽ hộ tống bạn ra ngoài." Ngày cue, Sprit (hoặc Sprot) đã đến và chờ trong khi Lucius warily lên đôi chân của mình. "Hãy chắc chắn rằng bạn thông báo cho con trai của bạn trong phát triển gần đây, và cảm thấy may mắn Gryffindor quý tộc là ở đây," Tom thêm vào như là một lời cuối cùng.Một lần Lucius trái, Harry ngay lập tức giảm xuống của mình chiêm ngưỡng vòng của mình và nói, "Tôi xin lỗi." Anh liều mạng xoay mắt của ông vì vậy ông có thể thấy biểu hiện của Tom, vẫn không thể tìm hiểu."Gryffindors," Tom cuối cùng đất ra, và hoa hồng để bàn chân của mình. Harry scrambled để làm theo phù hợp."Bạn có điên không?" ông hỏi đến Tom's trở lại. Người đàn ông quay lại đối mặt với thuật sĩ cậu bé."Tôi tức giận tôi đã không nhận được để Crucio anh ta."Harry cau mày. "Nhưng tại sao bạn sẽ làm điều đó ở nơi đầu tiên? Vâng, ông đã đề nghị để trừng phạt con trai mình, nhưng Draco Malfoy đã không biết đó là anh.""Of course that little idiot didn't know it was me. He deserved a Crucio for trying to hurt you though," he snapped, retracing his steps towards Harry. And then Tom froze, a sort of dazed expression on his face. Harry's eyebrows disappeared under his fringe for a brief period, and then he grinned widely."I think I've grown on you.""You're such a brat."Tom kissed him, and Harry in all his form went along with it. They were so close (when did they get so close?) that it was only a matter of leaning in a few inches for their lips to meet. Harry quickly realized that Tom was in control of this—he supposed it was all he could do for dominating the meeting with Lucius—but it wasn't exactly hard to part his lips for Tom's tongue. Harry lost awareness of the room, save for the desk which he ended up being pushed against, the edge digging into the small of his back. Not that he cared. His attention was solely focused on the warm body pressing him there and the hot mouth sucking the breath from his body in a very delicious way. Tom's hand had ended up at his waist where his t-shirt had ridden up, and Harry felt a thumb run on the strip of bare skin just above his waistband. It startled a moan out from the back of his throat. A second later he had to break the kiss to take in much needed air.His overactive imagination was back. He'd heard some interesting things on what could happen on a desktop……except usually that involved two people, and since Tom was walking away now it seriously put a damper on what Harry's brain had conjured."Wha…?"Tom smirked at him from over his shoulder. "I believe we still have Bellatrix to see to." With that he disappeared out the door, leaving Harry to stumble away from the desk and try to compose himself, which was a bit difficult when one was still trying to recover from being snogged half to death.