The Love Story of Harriet Potter and Tom Riddle

Chapter 83 - Rest

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It was difficult to imagine a pair of brothers happier to be reunited than Mark and James.

The best of friends besides being family, James and Mark attacked each beautiful, summer day with more zeal then the next.

James shared his stories about Hogwarts.

Mark told his brother of his adventures at Harriet's side.

Lily saw both boys every day at some point, whether during their morning explorations of the nearby forest or for afternoon lunches.

If Tom hadn't been so busy tending Harriet that season, he may very well have tried to separate James and Mark, but fortunately for his sons, his preoccupation with their mother lingered on as Harriet endured one cycle after another in an unprecedented burst of fertility.

One evening after Lily had gone home, James and Mark sat outside, on the rear porch of Riddle Manor while they both looked up at the starry sky.

"Sorry I can't do any magic." James chuckled.

".......I'm not." Mark quietly answered.

James immediately frowned as he realized the offense his unwitting remark had unintentionally carried, "Oh, Mark, no, I didn't mean-"

"I know." Mark smiled as he glanced over at his brother, "I think it's nice that we can just....have a laugh.....without worrying about it all."

".........Don't you think so too?" Mark blinked.

"Yeah." James nodded as he returned his brother's wry smile, "......Yeah, it's quite nice."

Without another word about magic or Hogwarts, both brothers turned their attention back to the night sky and spent the rest of the evening laughing and joking as they admired the twinkling, summer stars.

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Inside Riddle Manor, Harriet sighed as she slipped off her robes and unfastened the tie that held her long, dark hair in place.

"Hurry up, sweetling, the water will get cold without you in it to warm me."

Harriet looked over at her alpha as Tom's deep, smooth voice curled through the air like some seductive scent carried on the wind.

A smirk danced across her lips as she walked over and joined her husband in the large, clawfoot tub.

Harriet didn't even have to step in all the way.

As soon as she came close enough, Tom reached up and helped her, careful to hold her by her hips as she slipped into the warm water with him.

An impish grin made itself plain on his handsome face as he settled his wife in the frothy bath, purposely letting her straddle him as they relaxed together in the heated water.

Harriet gazed into Tom's dark eyes while they enjoyed the sensual silence that filled the room.

Slowly, she allowed her hands to dip into the water and place some of the soapy bubbles over the dark patch of hair squarely in the center of Tom's toned chest.

He found his fascination with admiring Harriet so intoxicating that he barely noticed.

His dark eyes were wide with careful study of each inch of her skin as they roved over her, followed by his fingers, determined to feel and see everything.