The ABC's of Loving You [ Tomarry

Pacifier

Pacifier;
a person or thing that pacifies someone or something.

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This is more based on Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez than the actual word but I'm not even mad at it:)

It's like a sequel to Mischief (an earlier chapter in this book)

You don't need to read Mischief, there's no information you'll miss, it's just in the same storyline and plot as that chapter.

This is set in the 1940's, all of the scenes are from the sixth year and up (AU where Harry grew up with Tom).

Also!!! There's underage sex.

OC??? But she's very unimportant so I don't think it really counts. I just like killing people

Italics are Parseltongue.

Point of view is third person omniscient.

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Harry was fuming as he lounged on an arm chair in the Slytherin common room. He stuck his nose in the book he was currently reading, trying to hide his anger, but he couldn't help his eyes from drifting upwards.

Across the common room, at one of the tables, sat Tom and some fourth year. Tom was helping her study for a Charms test, two books scattered on the table. It would seem platonic enough, but Harry couldn't help but notice the blush on the fourth year's cheek and the sparkle in her eyes.

Yes, Harry knew how attractive his boyfriend was. He was single handedly the most attractive wizard in the school and, without a doubt, the smartest. But Tom was Harry's, not that fourth year's.

Harry's jealously was strange, considering he knew Tom loved him and no one else. But Tom was amazing and sometimes it made it hard for Harry to believe Tom would stay with him.

When the fourth year scooted closer to Tom, Harry could feel a growl in his throat, his hands clutching the book even harder. He wanted to scream at her that he's taken, bitch, but he couldn't. No one knew about their relationship.

As Harry kept rereading the same sentence he had been stuck on for fifteen minutes, he saw the girl's hand grab Tom's thigh, which was two things:

1. Presumptuous. Merlin, who just grabs someone's thigh?

2. Illegal. Well, not illegal, but Harry thought it was worse than murder.

Not even looking at the duo, Harry stood up so quickly he stumbled and saw stars, but he didn't let that stop him from rushing to their dorm rooms.

Harry jumped onto his bed, flinging the book onto the floor next to a pair of his trousers. Hopefully no one questioned him about why he left in such a hurry. He'd hex them if they asked, sure, but it would still be awkward.

He heard footsteps nearing him, and mattress sunk to his left. Fingers started caressing his hair and, with a sigh, Harry leaned into them.

"What was that about, lovely? You left in such a rush."

The voice was so deep and velvety that Harry couldn't help but shiver. "You're such a great tutor," he grunted, not being able to withhold the jab.

Silence. "Are you jealous? That's adorable." Tom shifted so that he was spooning Harry from behind. "You know that you're the only one for me, hmm?"

Harry sighed. "I know. That's why it makes me feel guilty about it! Because I know you love me, Tom. But... you're so perfect, and..." he didn't have to finish the sentence to know that Tom understood.