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Tom Riddle and his doting husband Abraxas Malfoy were having tea in Tom's office.
After a long hard day of regulating new laws and ideas, it was nice to be able to relax and drink a spot of tea (though Abraxas loves a good shot of Firewhiskey).
It was a nice day in July, it was almost time for Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. They'd be damned if Draco didn't become a potion-master after all those years under Snape's wing.
The sunlight filtered in through the glass, golden beams marking everything in their wake with shimmer similar to the sands in a time-turner.
Tom placed his now-finished cup of tea down gently and gazed at his husband. It had been nearly 60 years since they'd first met and he will never get tired of seeing his husbands face.
The way his blonde hair was always braided into a small ponytail and how his icy gray eyes shone with happiness, but with a hint of melancholy.
He was beautiful.
A light chuckle broke him out of his stupor, "You alright dearest?" His husband asked, resting his chin on his hand as he leaned in.
"Never better, I was just admiring your beauty as always." Tom smoothly replied, leaning over to kiss Abraxas on the lips.
It was sweet, something they mostly shared when they both weren't mad horny and needed to get off for the night. Abraxas' lips were plush and soft making Tom sigh in comfort.
He may be a slightly cruel man but his husband has the power to make him become putty with a single touch.
You could say he was whipped.
They broke away, smiling at each other. "Draco is bringing his friend over today, is he not? They should be here any minute." The blond whispered against his lips.
Tom nodded and fixed his hair with his wand, making everything perfect before the meeting.
He vanished the tea cups away to the kitchen for the house elves to clean and straightened himself up.
Tom felt a ripple in the wards and knew that Draco had arrived, there was another aura that felt so familiar as well.
"Draco'shere, we should go down to the parlour."
The two stood up and gracefully went downstairs to the sitting room, but not before Tom had locked his office door. Nobody was allowed to go inside except for his husband.
The parlour was large, intricate gold and marble designs etched into the walls. Alabaster paint covered the room and bright chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. The room was bathed in golden light and it was pleasantly warm.
Abraxas sat down in the left arm chair, Tom to his right. Now was to just wait for his grandson.
A sharp knock on the mahogany door surfaced before Tom replied a rather confident 'come in!'
The door opened to reveal their grandson, though without their expected guest. Tom rose his eyebrow expectantly. "He's a bit nervous grandfather. He also wants to talk about a certain subject that he wants your opinion on." Draco sighed.
"Well I'll never hear his request unless I meet him so please, bring him in." Tom insisted.
Draco gestured from somewhere off the peripheral vision of the doorway in a 'come here' motion.
"C'mon Harry, let's go in."
A male figure walked into the view and gripped Draco's sleeve nervously.
They walked into the parlour and a sharp pain attacked Tom's heart. A sharp intake of breath from his left assured him that Abraxas felt the same way.
The young man: black hair, Avada Kedavra green eyes, round glasses.
Tom didn't know how much it would hurt to see him again.
Someone who he and Abraxas had loved so much, so, so long ago.
Who was also someone they'd lost so, so long ago.
Their dearest Hadrian.