[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry picked up the Daily Prophet, which had arrived that morning, and began to read the news with a sinking heart when he saw the headline on the front page.

"Harry, it's breakfast." A slightly hoarse male voice came from the kitchen, but Harry didn't respond.

"Harry?"

"I'll come," Harry said aloud, his eyes still on the paper.

"Harry, today's news is interesting?" the voice asked again.Harry sighed and finally put the newspaper down.

"No, nothing." Harry walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Nothing interesting."

The man with dark red eyes observed the expression of the green-eyed boy, who had already picked up a spoon and started eating cornflakes.Tom watched him for a few seconds before slowly eating his portion of breakfast.

Harry was obviously absent-minded, and went back upstairs after breakfast.After putting away the cutlery, Tom went into the living room, glanced at that day's Daily Prophet, then turned and walked upstairs.

It has been more than two months since the battle that took place in the Forbidden Forest, and the weather is gradually cooling down at the end of August.Harry has adapted to living with Tom day and night, and gradually regards this place as his own home.

Harry took out the photo album from the study and slowly flipped through it, finally stopping at the magical moving photo of himself and his mother.It was a photo he took with Lily before entering school. The red-haired woman was beautiful and gentle, and had the same emerald green eyes as the little wizard in the Hogwarts school robe in the photo.

Harry heard Tom come up the stairs, heard him enter the door, and was hugged gently from behind.

"Miss her?" the man whispered in his ear.

"Miss her very much." Harry replied, his voice a little shaky.

Tom kissed the boy's hair in his arms.

"Want to go back?"

"No, I just kind of miss her," Harry said softly, closing the album.

"Harry." Tom put his face next to the green-eyed boy's cheek, "If you want to go back, just tell me."

Harry shook his head: "I've already sent her a letter, she knows what I want." Harry smiled back at Tom, and put the photo album back on the shelf, "Should we let's go?"

"Yes." Tom, "we'll start when Hogwarts starts on September [-]st. Where do you want to go first?"

"Brussels." Harry replied after thinking for a while, "I want to go to Brussels first."

"Okay." Tom replied softly, then lifted Harry's chin, bowed his head and kissed it.Harry parted his lips slightly to match his kiss, and approached him as he wrapped his arms around the other's waist.Harry's cheeks heated up quickly, and Tom felt the heat from the green-eyed boy's body, and ended the kiss with a lot of desire.

"If you want to visit them secretly, I'll go with you." Tom said, pinching Harry's cheeks, and curled the corners of his lips, "Do you want to go back and have a look?"

"Tom." Harry frowned and looked at the man who was much taller than him, "Are you driving me back?"

"No." Tom hugged the boy's slightly thin body, "I just don't want to make you sad."

"I'm not sorry," Harry said, "I just feel... a little sorry for them."

Tom kissed Harry on the cheek and hugged him harder.

"What are you going to do if I leave you one day?" Harry whispered into Tom's chest.

"I wish you the best." Tom replied softly, "I won't do anything to make you leave me."

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"Bless you." Tom replied softly, "I will never do anything to make you leave me." He gently raised the boy's jaw, "Are you really going to leave?"

"I just..." Harry raised his head, before he could finish answering the question, his lips were kissed again.

It's not like Tom didn't think to ask Harry why he chose him, and Harry never mentioned it.Tom knew Harry wouldn't run away from his questions, but he never did.

Harry had chosen him, and it was enough for him to have him before he left.

My past self was too greedy, always wanting more, thinking I could get it all, until it cost me so much.

He couldn't afford the same price a second time.

His slender fingers brushed the black hair next to the boy's ears and pulled him closer, and the thick and lingering kiss made the boy's breath in his arms gradually become anxious and heavy.Tom licked every inch of mucous membrane in Harry's mouth, tightly entangled with his slightly small tongue.Harry's back was pressed against the walnut bookcase, Tom put his arms around the boy's thin waist, and their lower stomachs were pressed tightly together.Tom fumbled to unbutton the boy's shirt and put his hand in. His fingertips touched the smooth and firm skin, and then moved towards Harry's waist.

"Tom." Harry's body tensed up suddenly, pushing him involuntarily.

"Shall we go back to the bedroom and continue?" Tom let go of Harry's lips and whispered in his ear.

"But now is not the time, I'm not ready yet." Harry's cheeks began to heat up, and his lips were a little red and swollen from the kiss, but Tom didn't stop, and his lips fell on the boy's neck.Harry closed his eyes and turned his head to one side, letting out a small moan as Tom kissed his Adam's apple.

"You don't need to prepare anything." Tom sucked Harry's earlobe, "I'll just come."

"But……"

"Don't you want it, Harry?"

The man's deep and slightly hoarse voice was an irresistible temptation for him. Harry turned his head to look at those dark red pupils with heat, and put aside the thought of refusing.

"Yes!" replied Harry, no longer avoiding Tom's finger.

Tom curled his lips and smiled.

The clothes were quickly stripped off, and the place where the skin touched seemed to be connected with electricity, sparking a secret and trembling spark.Tom's lips and teeth lingered between Harry's neck and collarbone, and then all the way down to rest on the tender bump of Harry's chest.Harry pursed his lips and closed his eyes. The place touched by Tom's palm seemed to be on fire. The electric current stirred up by the sparks of joy went straight to the sensitive part under the lower abdomen. The continuous touching and teasing made Harry's The clone stood up quickly, hard and painful.

Tom turned his head to kiss his lips, one hand held the almost hot part of the boy under him, and rubbed it just right.

Harry let out a throaty moan and grabbed Tom's wrist.

"do not."

"If you can't bear it, just come out." Tom kissed those green eyes, "Don't suppress yourself, I want to hear your voice."

Brain overwhelmed by his words, Tom sucked on Harry's earlobe, picking up speed with his hand.The green-eyed boy turned his head slightly and opened his lips, panting because of the uncontrollable pleasure. His consciousness and rationality gradually faded in the joy of his body, and finally a cloudy liquid burst out of Tom's palm.

The man with dark red eyes observed the boy's expression.Harry's eyes became blank the moment they shot them, and the emerald green pupils were as clear as emeralds without any impurities.Harry gasped to calm his body, but Tom didn't stop what he was doing, continuing to kiss every inch of his skin.

"Tom?" Harry looked at him, eyes blurred.

"Is that enough?" Tom asked bluntly, parting Harry's legs slightly, and poking his fingers into the deepest part of his body. "The best has yet to begin."

Harry swallowed, sat up propped up, and reached out to hold Tom's cock.

Tom drew back his hand and raised an eyebrow.

"I want it," Harry said, licking his lips, before reaching down to touch the tip of his tongue to his swollen tip.

Tom took a small breath as Harry held his cock in his mouth, and held his head.Harry quickly got the hang of it, licking and kissing, looking up at Tom's expression.Tom closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if trying to endure it made Harry's lower body hot again.

Harry let go of Tom's clone and looked up, with a bright liquid still hanging from the corner of his lips.Tom raised his head and kissed it. The violent kiss was different from the gentle and thick one before, and seemed to take everything from him.Harry's arms gradually lost strength, and he vaguely felt that he was being turned over by Tom on the soft sheet, his legs were separated, and something was entering his body.

"It hurts." Harry grabbed the corner of the sheet and felt Tom's fingers.

"Who made you so impatient." Tom bit his earlobe and whispered, "Relax."

Harry glared at him, and Tom smiled at him, hot lips on the bare skin of Harry's shoulder blades.Harry let out a low sigh from his throat.

"Relax," Tom whispered in his ear, and Harry buried his head in the pillow, and the fingers that had slipped inside became two.The pain seemed to have eased a little, and the pleasure rose from the depths of his body, which was incredibly strong.

However, Tom pulled out his finger, and Harry turned his head suspiciously to see that something thicker was slowly pushed in.

"Well……"

Different from the feeling of the fingers, the body was in severe pain as if it was about to be torn apart.Harry clenched the sheet tightly and buried his head in the pillow, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.Tom didn't start to move immediately, one hand held the boy's thin waist, and the other hand kept teasing all the sensitive points on the boy's body to help him relax.

Harry gasped, waiting for the pain to pass.

"Don't be nervous or you'll get hurt." Tom kissed his cheeks and neck and began pumping slowly.

Under the impact of pleasure, the pain gradually became less unbearable, and the internal organs were squeezed by the clone. Harry clearly felt the shape of Tom's clone, and every twitch would bring uncontrollable tremors.Harry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.The switch buried in the deepest part of his body was turned on, and Harry vaguely realized that he was held in Tom's arms, around his neck, and the skin that was tightly pressed together was glued together with sweat, and burned him at the same time.

Wanting more, wanting everything about each other, the two breathed each other's scent and kissed the person who was hugging them, unable to stop.

The accumulation of pleasure is gradually reaching its peak.Harry tilted his head back and panted heavily, staring at the man in front of him, with watery green eyes.

"Tom..."

Tom brought him down again, and picked up the pace.Harry heard him gasp in his ear, and hugged him tightly to the back.

Happiness finally crossed the critical point, and the two released their desires at the same time.Tom sighed contentedly, panting against Harry's shoulder.The chest of the boy in his arms was tightly pressed against his chest, and the heartbeats were beating at the same frequency, and the two merged into one.

It would be nice to die together like this.

The teenager's fingertips dug into the man's hair, and Tom leaned up to caress his cheek, pressing a kiss on Harry's scar.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The dark red eyes faced the clear green eyes, reflecting the heat that had not completely dissipated in each other's eyes, and smiled at each other.

"If we leave on September [-]st, shouldn't we go shopping?" Harry brushed his hair and walked slowly into the bedroom. Tom had already tidied up the room and changed his clothes, and walked towards him.

"I'll just go and buy it." Tom took the towel in Harry's hand and wrapped it around the boy's head, "You stay and watch the house."

"Afraid that I will be recognized?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "A simple Transfiguration Charm can solve this problem."

"It's enough for me to go," said Tom gently. "You'd better take a rest."

Harry blushed and snatched the towel from Tom's hand: "I thought you were the old man who lived for 70 years!"

Harry put emphasis on the word "elderly" on purpose, but Tom only raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Perhaps you forgot, my body is different from other wizards. My current biological age is at most 38 years old." Tom lifted Harry's chin gently, and took the towel back into his hand, "Stay at home obediently Rest, little boy."

"I'm not a little boy!" Harry protested dissatisfiedly, glaring at the man who snatched the towel back, "Also, you can't adjust the time of your body at will!"

"I didn't adjust it randomly," said Tom leisurely, rubbing Harry's head through the towel. "I didn't stop it, I just slowed it down. I can show you how to do it if you want to know."

"I don't want it," Harry muttered under his breath. "I'll go shopping with you. We can have lunch outside and then go straight to Diagon Alley."

"It's almost the first day of school at Hogwarts. There are many people in Diagon Alley, so I can go alone." Tom said calmly, "I'll make lunch. How about we go for a walk together in the evening?"

Harry pouted, but didn't insist.

Harry watched Tom close the door, and the room suddenly fell silent.Harry walked around the room a few times, finally picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa to continue reading the interview about Brother Black.The two months with Tom were still very pleasant. The careful man took care of him meticulously, but he didn't feel too much, and he was just right.However, the memories in the diary will always overlap with his own memories. Although Harry no longer will be confused by this, he will still have a sense of disobedience at certain times, especially when he wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that there is still a ghost beside him. When I am alone, there will be a little confusion in my heart.But the feeling was slowly fading, and Harry was used to sleeping with Tom in his arms.Tom never offered to do anything to him, and today was the first time this had happened.

But the unexpected feeling was good, Harry curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his cheeks started to get hot again, so he quickly turned his gaze back to the newspaper in his hand.

Black-and-white photographs of Sirius and Regulus in action filled the pages of the paper.Regulus' expression was fairly calm, but Sirius' frown made Harry feel deeply guilty again from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't think about the feelings of his family and friends when he left, but he still didn't think enough.Harry knew early on that he had to end with Tom, but after reading the diary, this fateful end became the germ of a new beginning.Harry never doubted Dumbledore's ability to explain everything perfectly, nor did he doubt that he would tell the truth to those closest to him, but he felt guilty and disturbed after seeing Sirius' uncontrollable anger.

In fact, Harry was still hesitant when he saw the tall and thin man standing in front of the tombstone that night, but when he saw Tom sitting slumped on the remains of the tombstone, Harry found his heart ached uncontrollably. The decision will not change in that instant.He knew that he, like the dead Harry, could not blame this man at all.The decision to go with him had also been considered before, which is why Harry left a letter explaining everything to Lily on his four-poster bed, waiting for Ron to find out that he was gone.

Harry knew that Lily could find the diary hidden by his magic, and he also believed that Lily would understand his choice and understand Sirius' reaction and attitude after knowing the truth.Even if Dumbledore lied to everyone again, he could see the disappointment of his relatives and friends in the newspapers.It was not the first time that reports of an interview with Sirius had appeared, and two months had allowed him to accept this fact, although he was still angry at Harry's choice.Harry put down the newspaper, walked slowly upstairs to the study, sat down at the desk, took a piece of paper and began to write to Lily.He was about to leave England to start their trip with Tom, and before that, he needed to say goodbye to his mother.

The letter wasn't long, but it took almost two hours of Harry's time.When Harry finally sealed the envelope, he let out a long breath.The guilt in my heart has not diminished, but I can't visit them now, and this letter can't be sent until he and Tom set off.Harry thought for a while and wrote another letter to Draco.He trusted his clever Slytherin friend to keep the secret to himself, while also reassuring Ron and Hermione well.

It was his own choice, and Harry never regretted choosing Tom, even if the hands of the man he loved were bloody.

Harry put the two letters away in a folder before realizing that it was almost time for afternoon tea.Wondering when Tom would be back, Harry thought as he walked into the kitchen, deciding to make some tea to pass the time.

After Tom opened the door and entered the house, he smelled a pleasant fragrance.He put all the things he bought and his coat on the porch, and walked towards the source of the fragrance.Harry was working methodically at the kitchen counter with his back turned to him in his apron, a small lock of hair stuck in the back of his head.The boy's back made Tom feel a little dazed for a moment, and he couldn't help thinking of the gentle young man wearing round glasses who was busy with his back to him. When he found himself standing at the door, he would smile slightly and ask him gently if he washed his hands first.

"Harry..." Tom murmured his name, took a step forward, and then backed away.

The boy finally noticed his presence, turned around and smiled: "You're back? Please wash your hands first, the cake will be out of the oven in a minute."

Harry turned back and went back to work, but Tom didn't move.The man with dark red eyes stood at the kitchen door silently watching the boy's every move, and then slowly approached him.

"Harry." Tom hugged Harry from behind.

"Tom?" Harry tilted his head in surprise, and Tom buried his face in his shoulder, unable to see his expression.

"Tom, my cake will burn." Harry grabbed Tom's hand eagerly, but he held it tighter.

"Tom!" Harry said anxiously, and then suddenly stopped pulling him away.The scar on his forehead was tingling slightly, and Harry could clearly see what Tom was thinking of now.

"Sorry." Tom let go of his hand after a while, "I'll make you a new cake as compensation."

"I'll do it myself," Harry muttered, "I'll bake you a new one."

Tom looked at him and finally agreed.

"Then I'll get things sorted first."

Harry nodded as he walked out of the kitchen before he bemoaned his own burnt cake.

Harry tossed and turned in bed at night, unable to sleep anyway after thinking about what had happened in this bed this morning.Finally, Tom wrapped him in his arms without saying a word, and the green-eyed boy blushed and settled down.

"Don't think so much, dear Harry." Tom kissed the boy's forehead, with a hint of sleepiness in his tone, "Go to sleep."

"You don't have to worry about me, I can fall asleep by myself." Harry muttered softly, rubbing his hands outside.

"You move around like this, do you think I can fall asleep?" Tom pulled him closer to him and clasped the boy's waist, feeling Harry freeze immediately.

"Tom, this is uncomfortable." Harry protested softly. "I can't run."

Tom frowned slightly, staring silently at the face inches away from his own.

Harry looked away nervously, blushing up to his ears.

"If you're so nervous, you won't be able to sleep even more." Tom whispered in his ear, "I'm tired, I won't do anything to you, sleep peacefully."

After he finished speaking, he blew lightly into Harry's ear, and Harry immediately pushed him away and sat up, blushing almost to the point of bleeding, staring at the man he pushed back onto his pillow.Tom curled his lips and smiled at him, found the most comfortable place on the pillow, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"Good night, my boy."

Harry didn't answer, still staring at him. Five minutes passed without Tom moving, but Harry was sure he was definitely not asleep.

"You really won't touch me again?"

"No," said Tom, without opening his eyes.

Harry pursed his lips, and lay down slowly with some hesitation.Tom maintained the posture just now, even his eyelids moved every time.

"Tom."

"Ok?"

"You really won't touch me tonight?"

"Ah."

"...Then can I touch you?"

The man opened his eyes and glanced at the boy, and the corners of his lips curled up again.

"Please feel free."

Harry swallowed, pulled himself up and crawled up to face the calm face in front of him, wondering where to start.Just when Tom couldn't bear to open his eyes, the boy's warm breath fell on his lips.

Tom opened his eyes and saw the pair of green eyes staring at him, so close that he could count the not so thick eyelashes on the boy's eyelids.Tom closed his eyes, feeling the boy's lips on his own.

"Is this a goodnight kiss?" Tom asked leisurely after Harry finished kissing.

"Uh... sort of." Harry whispered back, still looking down at him.

"Go to sleep, then," said Tom, drawing his face closer, "unless you still want to—"

"Good night, Tom!" Harry hurriedly covered his mouth, and quickly lay down on his pillow, facing away from the man with dark red eyes, "I'm going to sleep."

"Good night." Tom said with a smile, and then gently hugged the teenager beside him as usual.