Hadrian could have cheered when he saw his dorm, thank Merlin for that, he hated big gatherings, but this one wasn't so bad, the attention hadn't been on him, nobody was glaring at him spitefully because they thought he'd put his name in a damn cup to compete in a dangerous competition. Still he wasn't one for partying, he didn't know if it was because he hadn't done it as a teenager that he just couldn't get into it now or if he honestly just couldn't be bothered with social gatherings and interacting with everyone in an 'official' type setting. Or it might be the fact he was in Hogwarts and Dumbledore was there, Hadrian wasn't over what the old fool had done, and never would be. As Severus had said he'd been raised like a pig for the slaughter. A very accurate description, especially considering Dumbledore had wanted to make sure he didn't live passed defeating Voldemort and used his so called friends to ensure it.
Hadrian quickly stripped off his robes and one of his fancier shirts, nothing special but as he'd said he had no desire to spent his money on robes he was only going to wear once. Next year he would probably grow more due to the potions he was still taking, he'd put on a sufficient amount of weight, and gotten taller, not as tall as Tom though, he doubted he ever would. With his training he would regain the muscle he wanted as well, since he wasn't playing Quidditch and that was vital in his strength before this all happened.
Hadrian almost jumped out of his skin when he felt cold digits wrap around his hips and drag him forward towards Tom. How can a single touch just scream 'mine' or was it like this for everyone Hadrian couldn't help but wonder quietly to himself? He honestly couldn't say for sure, his mind from the age of sixteen till the day he (Harry) 'died' had been all about survival, maybe he'd just been able to relax here that nobody could possible use him just because he was 'The-Boy-Who-Lived. This second chance had been exactly what he needed, he truly was Hadrian Peverell now, not just in name but in allowing his true self to shine through. No, not just shine through come out fully.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Tom enquired, his gaze roaming over Hadrian's bare torso. He had changed a lot since the first time he'd seen him undressed. He wasn't underweight anymore, he no longer looked like a first year as Thaddeus had so eloquently put it back then. Not that his weight had been much of a thought, no, it was more along the lines of how the hell someone could be so small and thin yet so capable and powerful. It had made him realize stature didn't mean a damn thing when it came to magical prowess and he made a note never to judge people based on their looks alone when it came to searching out abilities.
"Doesn't matter anymore," Hadrian said truthfully, there was no point to dwelling on the past, if only it was that easy though. He was going to make damn sure Dumbledore didn't get his greedy hands on the magical world the way he did in his lifetime though, even if it meant he had to kill Grindelwald himself. Anything was better than what had happened, nobody should have that much power, and he was doing his best to make all students see that - with Dumbledore's help after letting Hagrid stay when he'd almost killed him. "I know what I have to do, but I have time before I need to do it." he would do it when it was meant to go down, it was the only time he knew where and when Grindelwald was at. He couldn't save everyone and have it happen sooner, that was something Death had told him and he believed it.
"And what exactly do you have to do?" Tom asked suspiciously, gazing at Hadrian seriously, knowing his answer wasn't going to be something he'd like. He didn't believe for a minute Hadrian would hurt him, not anymore, he'd had plenty of opportunities to do that. Even as he spoke or though his fingers couldn't help but trail up and down the smooth expanse of chest bared before him, the urge to claim him was getting more and more overwhelming as the days passed. He wanted Hadrian forever, and he would, he just needed to go to the library and do what he did best - research.
Hadrian shivered at the feel of those long dexterous fingers on him, and found he had to actually think about what he'd just thought only a few seconds earlier. "Um…make sure something bad doesn't happen." he finally replied, using his foot then toe to get his shoes off and kicked them under his bed, the very one Tom was currently sitting on.
"Silencio!" Tom muttered sealing them in a bubble, not even bothering to use his wand, best be cautious since it was obviously something involving the future. "And what is this bad thing?" Tom demanded, cursing his own curiosity, this wasn't exactly going the way he had hoped.
"You think Dumbledore is bad now?" Hadrian said, waiting until Tom nodded curtly, "Then you don't want to see the future, he has everyone following his every word. No, nearly everyone, not everyone trusts him but that majority doesn't matter. The Ministry, the Minister, even those abroad due to his influence as supreme Mugwump, the head of the international confederation of wizards and chief warlock of the Wizengamot. Everyone looks at him and sees someone that was never proud or vain; he could find something to value in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched, the champion of Muggles and Muggle Borns." his lip curled as he thought of Dumbledore, unable to contain it.
"He has none of those things, so what does he do to gain the titles?" Tom enquired, realizing it was what Hadrian wished to prevent. The thought of Dumbledore's influence being so well rounded left him disgusted, he could imagine the world Hadrian had been forced to endure and it wasn't a pretty picture.
"He defeats Grindelwald, gets the Order of Merlin first class and all those titles, they even want him to become Minister of magic, but he refuses, did the smart thing, influenced each generation of students, picked out the ones he liked for his own purpose, he's sort of like Slughorn actually but playing on a much grander scale. And without the good intentions, although he will spout his 'for the greater good bullshit' and they'll eat it up. I can't let it happen, no I won't let it happen." Hadrian vowed, he would do all in his power to see it through.
"So you're going to kill Grindelwald?" Tom asked barely concealing his doubt and the rush of worry and fear that spread through him like wildfire. The urge to tell Hadrian he wasn't going to let him do anything like that was strong, but the worry that Dumbledore could have so much influence was stronger. One thing he did know for certain was he wasn't going to allow Hadrian to do this alone, he would make it clear they did it together or he would stop him by any means necessary. That way he could ensure that Grindelwald couldn't do anything to Hadrian.
"No, defeat him, as in stop him," Hadrian shook his head, and he hoped it was easy with the wands allegiance belonging to him, he was the Master of Death, the wand belonged to him just as the resurrection stone and invisibility cloak did. He knew he would have a hell of a duel on his hands, but he had to do it, there was no other alternative. He didn't blame anyone for thinking 'Defeat' as in 'dead' he had assumed the same thing until he'd came upon the truth. The irony wasn't lost on Hadrian considering it was Tom that eventually put Grindelwald out of his misery.
And it had been a misery, stuck in a prison cell for what…fifty years or so? Hadrian had barely coped with being in his cupboard for ten years…he could have shuddered at the prospect of bring in there for decades.
"You would risk your life to stop that?" Tom asked only slightly incredulously. What the hell had Dumbledore done to piss Hadrian off so much that he would go all out to ensure the old man suffered? To take away anything and everything he'd accomplish? It reminded him never to piss Hadrian off that was for damn sure.
"Damn right, I would." Hadrian replied without a seconds doubt, unbuckling his belt he took off his trousers and shoved his sheets aside and slid into the warm bed. He heard the distinctive sound of Tom removing his own shoes before the wizard was straddling his hips and leaning over him.
"Remind me never to piss you off," Tom said quietly, despite the fact he didn't need to - he had put up silencing spells after all.
Hadrian laughed, "Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he knew what Tom could do if he was pissed off.
"Both ways then," Tom replied staring into those heated green eyes, he liked every part of Hadrian, there was nothing of him lacking, there and then he knew he was the luckiest son of a bitch that ever existed. He was glad he had met him, pleased he had come here, and now he was his, and he would make sure Hadrian knew that and would never forget it.
Hadrian made a small sound of agreement, the feel of Tom around him, his smell, his touch, his presence and the feel of their magic surrounding him made him forget everything, like he existed at this moment solely for Tom. "You're getting way to comfortable on top," Hadrian said green eyes gleaming challengingly.
Tom threaded his hands through Hadrian's, "I'm always going to be," Tom stated, fire rushing through him at he challenge in those fiery green eyes that led him like a moth to the flame. Instead of giving him a chance to reply, he heatedly pressed his lips to Hadrian's, his kiss nether gentle nor unnecessarily violent, the kiss still said all the things that Tom didn't, and just the way Hadrian liked it too, judging by the other days reaction and this one too. Tom pressed himself further against Hadrian, squeezing his thighs against Hadrian's legs, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.
"You keep telling yourself that," Hadrian said breathlessly as they broke apart for air, his insides squirming at the look on Tom's face, the desire to own, was clearly written within those depths, all that was missing was the red gleam he was used to in the future. They would never appear though if he had anything to say about it.
"Really want to make that challenge?" Tom declared, not even the slightest out of breath. Tightening his hold on Hadrian so he couldn't even budge for a second.
Hadrian grunted trying to move from where he was pinned quite successfully, "Won't always work," he then taunted, a strangled moan leaving his lips as Tom suddenly attacked the hickey he'd ravaged onto his neck the other day. It was very sensitive, boarding on slightly painful, he was only slightly relieved and more disappointed when he stopped, only to bite his lip as he found another sensitive spot on his shoulder to bite and suck at.
Tom moved his hands to Hadrian's hair, his thumb stroking idly as he claimed Hadrian's lips once again. It was only when the need for air grew to great that he reluctantly let go, staring down at the equally powerful wizard who squirmed lightly against him, his face flushed red, green eyes sparkling in desire, his lips blood red from their activities, watching as he gulped at his stare, becoming even more flushed if such a thing was possible. He licked his lips as he stared at Hadrian's little form, dear Merlin he wanted him far more than he'd wanted anything else in his life. He had to have him, and he would, tonight or tomorrow morning he would go to the library and find the best way to ensure it. Nobody else would ever get to touch him, see him this way, he was his.
"Mine," Tom whispered reverently, as he stroked back and forth along his jaw, listening to the gasp that left his dazed Hadrian's lips, feeling smug and superior knowing that Hadrian was just as affected as him. Well that and the very glaring indication straining beside his own erection. They wouldn't last long at this rate, Hadrian didn't seem to know how to lay still.
So suddenly that Tom didn't even realize what was happening, Hadrian had their positions reversed, having used all his energy to flip them over. A satisfied grin overcame his features, "Told you," Hadrian murmured before he sucked one of Tom's nipples, remembering how sensitive his own were, a gleeful grin appeared on his face when Tom moaned. He tortured them for a short while before Tom's fingers wove theirselves through his hair again before urging him up, he slid up, slowly, causing Tom to spasm underneath him. Hadrian pressed his forehead to Tom's breathing raggedly, still squirming, he wasn't going to last much longer the feeling in his gut was spreading further and further.
Tom wrapped one hands around Hadrian's back, pressing him impossibly close, his other hand stilled wrapped in his hair, keeping his face within sight, black eyes gleaming with possessiveness, he wanted to see Hadrian come undone on top of him, wanted to see him lose all focus and control, see the look on his face as he came.
He was close, Tom realized, as he watched Hadrian savagely bit into his bottom lip trying to quell any noise. Tom rescued the flesh with his thumb, before kissing him again, he would never get enough of this, never wanted to. "I want to hear to you," Tom admitted, his body aflame, just imagining a vocal Hadrian.
"Tom," Hadrian rasped out, groaning softly, eyes falling closed he was so close.
"Open your eyes," Tom demanded, but hearing Hadrian say his name like that, it was too late, everything narrowed completely as his body spasmed out of his control, coming hard and fast, his semen coating his underwear a matching wetness in Hadrian's too. Seeing him taut like that, blissful look overcoming his face, it was worth it even if he hadn't seen it properly, there would be other times. A shiver danced over him just remembering how Hadrian had said his name, bloody hell, he thought as his spent member twitched in remembrance.
They said nothing as they just enjoyed the feeling of utter bliss, curled up against one another, knowing they would be safe with the other.
Tom's eyes snapped open, blinking blankly wondering what the hell was going on, then the feeling of heaviness on his right arm had him looking over. Hadrian lay curled up beside him, head on his chest and arm, cutting the circulation off by the feel of it. He was peaceful, serene, and he didn't want to wake him up. He was going soft, he realized, but that didn't matter to him, not with Hadrian if it had been anyone else he would have cursed them for even making him think such a thing. Which reminded him, he had sworn to find a way to tie both of them together, obviously marriage was out of the question since they were both underage, but he was sure there were other ways.
Grabbing a pillow he slowly unwound himself, until Hadrian was lying on the pillow and not his chest and arm. Sliding a strand of hair away from Hadrian's face, he had to have him completely, he wouldn't stand for anything tearing them apart. Everyone would know he was his properly, legally in a sense, and Hadrian would too. He would kill his uncle and regain his proper title, Lord Slytherin, it did have a ring to it, perhaps he would even keep his first name…a shiver danced over his back remembering Hadrian's earlier words, perhaps there was nothing wrong with his name after all. He couldn't imagine any other name falling from those lips, it just felt wrong.
Tom quickly got dressed, despite how late it obviously was due to the curtains being drawn on every single bed including his own, presumably one of the others had done it for appearances sake. Ensuring he had his wand on him, Tom left the dorm, silently walking through the halls making a quick beeline for the library, taking care not to be caught by the caretaker, he didn't want to deal with that sort of nonsense.
He didn't care how long it took, he would find something and made Hadrian irrevocably his, unaware of the fact that Hadrian was in fact already completely irrevocably in love with him.