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It had started shortly after the Christmas holidays.
Abraxas Malfoy had returned to Hogwarts with an annoying smirk, muttering sinister jokes about girls, Galleons and Valentine's Day. Tom ignored him, as he had become accustomed to doing except to collect his weekly lump sum, but after two weeks of bluster he decided that he had had enough. A happy and satisfied Malfoy was never a good thing.
So he decided to investigate. It didn't take him long to discover the source of all this good cheer: apparently Abraxas had spent his winter holidays at his great-aunt Arabella's, who ran a greenhouse but had become half-blind and deaf with advancing age, and so he'd managed to get hold of a good dose of Exciting Pollen, had it carefully dried and promised to sell it to fellow Slytherins to help them seduce various chosen damsels over the Valentine's weekend.
Unacceptable.
First of all, the fact that Abraxas was trying to have income hidden from his sight contravened their little agreement in place since the first year. Tom was generous enough to let him keep twenty-five percent of his weekly allowance in his pocket, and for him to want to circumvent that rule was an affront.
And secondly…
Tom soon discovered that Abraxas' definition of a 'safe hiding place' was none other than the bottom of Alphard's trunk. He thus managed to retrieve a few grams of the coveted pollen and, in the privacy of an empty, sealed classroom, examined the validity of its origin and the work done by Abraxas to preserve it.
As bad as anything that had passed under Malfoy's hands.
The powder was indeed Exciting Pollen, but it hadn't been dried properly and, considering that it induced at most a few hysterical laughs in those small doses anyway, Abraxas' grandiose plan to bed Eloise Bulstrode would have faded into nothingness; not to mention all the unsatisfied potential 'customers', with whom Abraxas had already been confabulating for days.
And Tom could have let it go, given Abraxas his humiliation and discontent in Slytherin house, but he had dared to go behind his back for personal gain.
No, that was unacceptable. Tom had to do something.
He had to make Abraxas fail in the most spectacular of ways, making him a pariah in Slytherin.
(He would know, of course. He would always know, as would everyone else, when Tom decided to punish someone. He would then humble himself at his feet and Tom, if he was magnanimous, would help him restore his reputation.
For a fair price, of course.
Abraxas would know, just as the others always knew, but Tom would be untouchable, as always.
Tom smiled at that thought).
***
Tom had made sure to replace the Exciting Pollen with a bland copy, knowing that Abraxas would not dare sell or use it before the week of the fourteenth of February.
Idiot and predictable of a Malfoy.
With the powder confiscated , along with a few ingredients graciously borrowed from the potions supply cupboard and a few others bought through less than legal avenues, he had once again locked himself in his personal classroom and begun the slow process of increasing the effects of the Exhilarating Pollen a hundredfold .
Tom may not have had the creative mind of true potionists, but he was nevertheless an excellent potionist, and in less than a week the pot filled with the amber liquid was glowing in the perfect shade.
Elixir of Lust.
Now all that remained was the tedious process of transforming it from liquid to dried powder, so that it was indistinguishable from the mediocre Pollen Abraxas had procured.
***
Tom had found out that the dealing would start exactly that Saturday morning, in order to make the most of the whole Valentine's weekend. He had already put the enhanced powder in its place, but had however taken care during the night to add in a funny little spell to the various pouches, which would only be activated after Abraxas had taken them to go down to the Common Room.
Tom could well survive a weekend locked in his room and, indeed, had already procured several interesting books from the library and a selection of snacks from the kitchens.
So he woke up calmly that morning, the sun gently filtering through the green waters of the lake. The first thing he did once he was up was to check Abraxas' bed - gone, to ruin his life , he thought with a wry grin - and then he passed Alphard's sleeping silhouette to go to the bathroom.
A noise had distracted him as soon as he had finished brushing his teeth. Sticking his head out of the bathroom, he saw Alphard kneeling in front of his trunk, muttering something about a pair of socks with little snitches.
"What's this?" asked Alphard, half-voiced, lifting a small bag that Tom recognised as one of Abraxas'.
Terror invaded him in an instant. He thought Malfoy would take them all with him, but if that was left in Black's trunk....
Then he did the stupidest thing he could do.
Growing up among Muggles, Tom's instinctive reactions had been modelled on wrong patterns, and he didn't even have time to think 'What an idiot' before terror forced him to step forward and extend his hand.
The hand, not the wand, you stupid idiot Riddle, what on earth did you think you were doing?!
" N-! " His scream was interrupted as the pouch exploded in Alphard's hands.
The dried Elixir of Lust scattered in a cloud, hitting Alphard in the face and reaching him as well, who was now out of the bath and couldn't stop himself from breathing.
Stupid, stupid extra spell! Damn Malfoy!
The spell was to ensure that the dust bags exploded and the particles reached as many people as possible, sticking to skin and clothing. Genius indeed!
After coughing several times to avoid choking, Tom turned and walked out of the dormitory, looking for hope of salvation as the potion began to take effect.
He froze at the bottom of the stairs, paralysed by the horror of the scene that lay before him.
Horror at the scene, and horror at the excitement that seemed to explode inside him, out of control.
An orgy was taking place in the Common Room.
There was no other way to describe it; naked, half-naked bodies were entwined everywhere - on the sofas, the tables, leaning against the tapestries, piled on the carpets - and Tom realised that if he dared set foot down there he would be swept into the madness , like a wave caught in the tide.
Terrified, his growing erection standing out against his pyjama bottoms, Tom turned to walk back up the stairs only to crash into Alphard Black.
The boy was a mess. Amber dust coloured his cheeks, lighting up the blush of his lust, and those long, perfect lashes surrounded two eyes as grey as steel; steel that now seemed molten and in which Tom lost himself for a few moments too long. And those lips. Full lips, perfect to kiss. Not that Tom had ever kissed anyone else, but it was as if his body knew perfectly how to do it, from what angle to bite Alphard's lower lip, carve into him until he tasted his blood.
Alphard groaned and grabbed him, holding him tight. Tom felt the fire roar in his belly as Black's erection pressed against his stomach through the fabric. He was on a step higher than him, and Tom soon made up for that height difference by reaching up and crushing him against the stone wall.
He had to. He had to have him, or something terrible would happen.
He was vaguely aware that a small, tiny part of himself somewhere in his mind was screaming , but he couldn't pay attention to it. It wasn't important. Not like Black's lips, not like the damn fabric between them...
"I always wanted you," Alphard whispered, his voice like honey in her ears.
And Tom, obeying that ever-pressing need, attacked his lips with a roar.
***
Madness never has an end.
This was Tom's thought, almost detached, as Alphard penetrated him with vigorous force and the pleasure grew in waves in his belly. Again.
Tom had grabbed onto the statue at the bottom of the stairs, trying to balance precariously and not to step over the last step. He didn't know where that certainty came from, but he was convinced that something terrible would happen if only he left the safety of the stairs.
Perhaps it had to do with Abraxas, who was watching him and Alphard licking his lips, with Lucretia Black's head between his legs.
Poor Lucretia. Alphard will kill him for this , Tom thought absent-mindedly again, as Alphard grabbed his erection from behind and began to masturbate him.
Tom groaned and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Black," he whispered, "Black, you said it was my turn next."
He turned his gaze towards Alphard, as far as he could, still holding onto the statue.
"One more... One moment..." huffed Alphard, before coming inside him with a satisfied scream.
"... Salazar" he finally exclaimed, releasing him "Salazar, Salazar. Merlin and all the Founders. Why is it better every time?"
Tom was hardly listening to him anymore. Urgency pressed in his belly, and his desires drove him towards Alphard, forcing him to rest his hands on the stone corridor as Tom grasped his buttocks.
Tom murmured a spell he did not even remember learning. He had no wand, but he had always been good at governing his own spontaneous magic. His hands moistened with lubricant and he began to explore Alphard, seeking his coveted opening to prepare him for intrusion.
"Merlin," Alphard repeated, wincing as he slipped in him first one finger, then two, "You will have to teach me this trick with the spell."
If only I knew , thought Tom.
Then he managed to insert himself inside Alphard, and anything else lost importance, except the rush of pleasure.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled out of Alphard and slid down, sitting down. He turned to look at him and sulked.
"I want more," he said.
Tom lifted a hand and performed a little cleaning spell on Alphard's private parts, then leaned down to take his erection, once again mighty, in his mouth.
Perhaps the madness will come to an end...?
Who knows what it was, this strange madness that wandered in his thoughts.
Well, he would worry about that later. Now he had something else to pay attention to.
***
Tom woke up with a jolt of terror that forced him to his feet before he even realised what had happened.
The stairs.
He was on the last step of the stairs, he was… Was he naked?
His pyjamas had been thrown into the Common Room.
The memories came back with such a recoil that he groaned and forced himself to grab his head.
No , it was the violent rejection of his mind, but Tom knew there was no escape from what he had done.
He had been too good with that damn Pollen.
Someone grumbled at his feet.
Alphard Black, also completely naked, who had apparently slept on him, spun around and fell off the step, waking up with a snort.
Tom watched him with wide eyes, and could see the exact moment when Alphard's memories returned.
" Silencio! " whispered Tom, extending a hand towards him, and Alphard's scream died away in a choked whimper.
He would deal with him later . First he would have to deal with the rest of the Common Room.
Tom leapt over Alphard and retrieved his wand from where it had rolled away, probably during the moment of passion when he and Alphard had undressed and thrown off their clothes. The thought made bile rise in his mouth, but it also gave him a tug in his belly that took him by surprise.
No.
Tom took a quick look and saw that everyone in the Common Room was still asleep.
Good, very good.
He cast a wide-ranging spell to make sure that those involved in the small revenge slept for some time yet, undisturbed, and then cast another spell aimed at the Dormitories. Tom had been prescient , at least, and had wanted to preserve the innocence of the little ones. The night before, he had placed a small restraint towards the rooms, and all those from the fifth year down had stayed peacefully asleep.
Alphard, meanwhile, had stood up and retrieved his pyjamas. He had not worn it, preferring to use it to cover himself, and had stood looking at him with his eyes wide in terror, flattening himself against the wall of the Common Room.
Tom watched him for long, long moments.
Well, now we share something intimate , he found himself thinking, irritated.
"How good are you with Memory spells?" he asked him, brusquely.
Alphard jerked, caught off guard.
"Uh..." he murmured, uncertain "Um... I read a book about it."
It was obvious that Alphard expected some kind of punishment for his affront. He had dared to seduce him, after all. Even if it had been that damn Pollen's fault , Tom cursed to himself.
And now they shared something intimate, very intimate.
Yes, the Pollen had pushed them both over the edge, but in retrospect Tom couldn't say he was sorry .
No.
"Well, I'll make do," Tom replied, then sighed, "Get dressed, Black."
Alphard hurried to obey, then retrieved his own wand, which had rolled to a halt beside the statue at the bottom of the stairs.
The statue that he had grabbed, where he had seen Abraxas watching him, where...
No.
He would deal with Abraxas himself , he decided, swollen with anger.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want any compromising memories of him , he would have left them all with something like a fuzzy dream. That had been his plan, at least. To confuse the whole Common Room, to make them all live in terror of having given themselves to bacchanals before marriage and outside an official engagement.
Tom taught Alphard the correct wand movement and the right spell. He grasped his wrist to correct it and felt him shudder under his touch, which caused a slight internal tremor that left him bewildered and more pissed off than before.
"That's enough," he finally said, "No need for fine work, just let them forget. And, give this to the girls," he concluded, calling up some vials from the dormitory.
Tom was not a monster after all. He had prepared in advance the potions to be administered to all of them in order to avoid unpleasant fruits of that crazy orgy.
Alphard recognised the potion, widened his eyes, swallowed and nodded.
“Abraxas is mine ,” hissed Tom, marching towards Malfoy.
While Black acted as he was ordered, Tom meticulously edited Abraxas' memory, erasing himself and Alphard from his vision, but leaving his memories of the day mostly intact. Especially the one where he was being sodomised by Goyle.
He would have been the only one.
The only madman to remember the depravity, with no one to talk to about it, and the only madman to worry in the following months that he might have impregnated Lucretia Black. Tom would also take care of the illusory spell on Lucretia, so as to round her belly slightly over the months and drive Abraxas Malfoy mad for good.
He deserved it, the idiot baboon.
"... Finished," whispered Black behind his back, uncomfortably. He held the empty vials in his hand.
Tom finished the complex memory spell and turned towards him. He remained staring at him for a few long moments, his expression neutral, studying him.
(Because he was not a Monster.
A criminal who extorted money from his companions yes, a murderer with four murders on his shoulders yes, a future Dark Lord with a broken soul yes... But not a Monster .
So Tom, in taking his precautions for the prank on Malfoy, in addition to protecting the little ones and preparing the potions to avoid unpleasant consequences, had imposed an additional precaution in distilling the potion.
The Lustful Elixir only allowed one to descend into the blackest depravity with a person with whom there was even the slightest mutual attraction.
And he had wanted to kiss Alphard Black, had wanted to taste his blood, had wanted to possess him and be possessed.
“I always wanted you,” he had told him.
And what about Tom? Since when had he wanted him? Since when was he denying the truth, even to himself? )
"... You will never speak of this to anyone," Tom ordered him, dryly, his tone admitting no reply.
Alphard nodded several times, in awe. His eyes were wide, attentive.
Surely he was wondering why Tom was not punishing him.
Tom needed to think .
"Especially not with Malfoy," he pointed out, "No matter what comes out of his mouth in the next few days."
Alphard nodded again.
Tom sighed and then, with a few strokes of his wand, dressed each of the still sleeping bodies; then he lifted them one by one and placed them better on the carpet in front of the fireplace, as if they had all fallen asleep naturally after a party that had stretched into the wee hours.
Only Malfoy was laid on a chair and tied up with ropes. One stroke of his wand and Tom drew a stylised penis on his forehead with a spell that was difficult to erase, satisfying the last recesses of irritation that still simmered in the depths of his soul.
"You may go," he then said to Alphard, who without being told twice ran back towards the dormitory.
Tom transfigured his pyjamas into his uniform, removed the spell from the younger dorms and cancelled the other one, leaving the Common Room before anyone woke up and found him there.
***
It took him a week.
A week before irritation gave way to curiosity, and curiosity became a pounding worm in his head that demanded an answer.
Not even Abraxas' expression, pale and sickly since he had woken up after that morning, could distract him from the other thoughts that had invaded his mind.
Only one, actually.
Alphard Black.
Alphard avoided him as usual, trying not to incur his wrath - although Tom occasionally felt his gaze burn on his back, puzzled.
Alphard was not a person capable of attracting attention, never had been, since their first year. His face had none of the icy beauty of that of Lucretia or Walburga, for example, who seemed to light a fire in others whenever they entered a room. Even his personality was lacking, at least from what little he let others see, because he was usually content to stick his nose into a book while life flowed placidly around him, indifferent to everything.
Yet it irritated him.
( Yet it attracted him. )
His eyes were steely, like those of all Blacks. Only there did Alphard look like one of them; sure, there were the features vaguely similar to those of his cousins and much of the magical world, given the unhealthy Pureblood habit of intermingling bloodlines, but only when he looked directly at anyone did the strength behind those irises emerge.
A secret bitterness, a hidden cynicism.
And there were few, very few times when Alphard dared to look Tom in the eye.
“I always wanted you,” he had said that day, but since when? How long had this crush been going on? Why had Tom never noticed?
How did Alphard live with such a thing, when he was every Slytherin's nightmare, his Tormentor?
And why, why was Tom now irritated whenever he looked away, denying him access to his steely eyes, and hiding his full lips behind yet another book?
One week.
Then he decided that he would take what he wanted, as he did every time.
Waiting until they were alone in the dormitory was not difficult. Malfoy tended to slip away every morning at dawn, to put more and more distance between him and Tom.
And Alphard always slept more than he did.
Tom prepared himself by sealing the bedroom door. He went to the bathroom, took a relaxing shower and then, putting his pyjamas back on, went back to bed, waiting for his moment. Alphard got up half an hour later and, without even looking towards his bed, headed to the bathroom for his morning routine.
When he came out, Tom was waiting for him standing in the middle of the room.
Immediately Alphard looked away, nervous, but Tom did not allow him to escape. He reached out with two strides and grabbed his chin, forcing him to face him.
Alphard swallowed, and Tom could see the vein on his neck throbbing with fear.
"Since when has this been going on?" he asked him, brusquely.
Alphard gasped, then sighed. Tom tightened his grip slightly.
"... Since I noticed, I guess," he finally replied, flat, his gaze blank. As if he had expected it, as if he had already surrendered to the punishment that was sure to come "A couple of years, maybe?"
... a couple of years. Meaning, since the beginning of adolescence, of puberty.
Tom inhaled deeply, then closed his eyes and kissed him. He felt Alphard stiffen under his assault and then, once he forced his lips to his, he moaned and let go. He embraced him, tilting his head to allow him to go deeper.
Tom smiled against his lips and let go of his chin to hold him in turn.
"... Good," he murmured finally, watching the steel in Alphard's eyes turn liquid again, "I guess I don't mind either."
Alphard was too shocked to speak.
Tom smiled.
“Not that it changes things between us,” he pointed out, harshly.
Alphard nodded. He was smart, so he knew he should continue to pay him some of his allowance from home, besides the fact that he shouldn't expect anything different in their relationship in public.
Satisfied that he had made that point, Tom kissed him again.
( And again. And again. )