My Dear Dark Lord

Chapter 66: Set up

When Tom woke up, he realized two things. 

One, that there was someone in his bed.
Two, that he had a killer headache. 

Because of the second thing, he did not think much upon the person in his bed. Ugh, his head! How much had he drank last night? 

The whole drinking thing was Orion's and the Lestrange twins' idea. Tom knew that he shouldn't have listened to those idiots. Now, he was paying the price. 

His movements seemed to have awakened the person beside him. 

"Oh darling, you shouldn't have drank so much." 

Oh. It was Harry. (Who else it would be, anyways?) 

His voice was deeper and huskier than normal. Wow. 

He heard some shuffling before something cold touched his lips. 

"Open your mouth and drink this, sweet." Harry said. 

Obeying the man, he drank whatever it was. 

Immediately, his headache lessened, until it completely stopped. Thank Merlin! 

"Thanks." He said to Harry. 

He then opened his eyes slightly, and saw Harry, who had closed his eyes, nod at him and pulled Tom closer to him. 

Tom buried his face in Harry's chest and put his arm around him. 

They stayed like that for nearly an hour, after which Dobby entered the room and said, "Master Hadrian! Master Hadrian! You need to wake up!" 

He heard Harry groan and ask, "Whazzit, Dobby?" 

"Miss Lozano wants to speak to you, Master!" 

Hearing Dobby's enthusiastic response made Tom feel like he was really lazy. 

"Hmm. Tell her I'll be there in 10 minutes." When the elf vanished, Harry grumbled, "Why people don't let me f*cking sleep?" 

He then removed his arms which were around Tom, and got up to leave. 

"Aren't you at least going to kiss me 'good morning'?" Tom asked with a pout. Maybe the alcohol was still present in his body. 

Harry did not even hesitate before kissing him deeply. Tom was pressed under Harry's body. Oh dear, Harry, who was completely sleepy until now, was snogging him feverently. After some moments, he moved back. Tom wanted to chase those lips, but Harry's hand on his chest was not letting him move. Ah well, they can continue later. 
"Good morning, sweet." He whispered.

"Good morning. You can go now." Yes, Tom decided, he had to be drunk. 

Harry laughed and moved out of the bed.
"Alright, darling." 

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Harry read the letter Amara had given to him. It was from Jenny. It was clear that the girl was desperate, when she had written the letter. The girl wanted revenge. On both him and Dumbledore. 

Unfortunately for her, Harry had kept each and everyone in his army under various secrecy spells and Unbreakable Vow. So the girl targeted Dumbledore. 

Harry wanted to cackle. 

He had what he needed. A strong proof against the old man. He just had to wait for a week now, for the Wizengamot Meeting. 

"At least the girl was somewhat useful." Amara said. She was seated on the chair in front of his desk. 

"You're correct." He replied, keeping the letter back inside the folder carefully. It can act like any gateway for him to expose Dumbledore.