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The office was grey and cold as Harry twiddled with his thumbs. He was in an examination room, dressed in a flimsy gown. He was waiting for the Healer that was meant to examine him. 

Harry gritted his teeth. He didn’t need to be examined. 

Slowly, he glanced down at the thick cuffs on his wrists. He jostled them uselessly. The handcuffs were suppressing his magic. He couldn’t cast so much as a Wingardium Leviosa. 

Harry then glanced around the office. The walls were unnervingly bare. The side tables and shelves were empty too. He couldn't see anything that he could use as a weapon. He couldn’t even see a quill. 

He breathed in harshly. He really hoped that Hermione and Ron were alright. They had been at the protest with him. He had lost sight of them when a fight had broken out. 

Harry then fiddled with his gown. The fabric was thin and uncomfortable. It was scratching lightly at his skin as he shifted on the table. He had never really had a proper medical appointment before. Harry didn’t know what to expect. 

He doubted that the brief check-ups he’d had with Mrs. Cole, and the occasional visits to Madam Pomfrey, really counted as proper medical appointments.

The door then swung open in a sudden burst. 

Harry’s eyes widened. 

No.

A loud groan tore from his lips. 

He couldn’t believe it. 

“You’re not a Mediwizard, Riddle,” Harry groaned miserably. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You shouldn’t be the one examining me.” Harry then buried his face into his hands. 

He had the absolute worst luck imaginable. He couldn’t imagine what Hermione and Ron would think about this. 

A quiet chuckle then sounded through the air. He could hear the sound of Tom’s Oxfords clicking as the Alpha stalked closer to him. The unforgettable scent of dark chocolate… and citrus… It was swirling around him. 

Harry lowered his hands away slowly and tilted his head back. The Alpha had a pleased smirk on his face. He was looking at Harry with half-lidded eyes, a dark gleam shining in them. He was beyond pleased. 

“Rest assured, Harry,” Riddle purred. He had a strange hint of spice in his scent. “I am more than capable of assessing your condition.” 

A sneer swiftly distorted Harry’s features. 

“There’s nothing wrong with me!” he hissed. “I’m completely healthy! The Aurors didn’t even harm me!” He shook his cuffs angrily. “You should be checking on the other protestors!” 

Riddle clicked his tongue. 

“You are incorrect, as you often are, Harry,” the Alpha sighed, a forlorn glint searing in his eyes. “You have no reason to distrust the Ministry as you do. It is unnatural; a clear sign of physical and emotional stress.” 

“Are you being serious right now?” Harry scoffed. He leaned in slightly closer to Riddle. He watched as the Alpha’s pupils dilated. It was as clear as day to him that Riddle wanted to hurt him. He wanted to throttle him. 

“You know that I disdain the Ministry because of you! You’re the Minister for Magic! I refuse to trust the Ministry because I refuse to trust you!” Harry shouted desperately. He then glared at the Alpha and snapped at him with his teeth.

He’d never trust Riddle again. 

The Alpha then slowly tipped his head back. 

A low growl rumbled in his throat. 

“I’d do anything for you to say that again,” Riddle breathed. “But in Parseltongue.” The spiciness in Riddle’s scent was deepening. He was staring at the Omega heatedly. 

Harry flinched. 

He refused to speak to Riddle in Parseltongue. The only reason Harry even knew it was because Riddle had forcibly made him into a horcrux. He had done it when they had both been at Hogwarts. 

And Harry hadn’t aged a day since. 

He still looked like a seventeen-year-old. 

Harry then scoffed angrily. He dug his nails into his skin. 

Riddle was luckier than him. The Alpha had aged gracefully. He was now even more attractive than he had been at Hogwarts. He was in his early thirties and the youngest Minister for Magic that Britain had ever had. 

He was also the only one that had pushed for complete segregation between Wizards and Muggles. 

The Alpha then smiled at him playfully. 

“I’d like to ask you a few questions, Harry,” he purred. Riddle shifted another step closer to him. “Why are you so angry that you felt the need to protest in Diagon Alley? The Ministry is far more efficient than it was in the past.”

“I already told you about that!” Harry hissed through his teeth. 

Riddle shook his head gleefully. “I found that your answer was irrational and violent. I will have no choice but to note it in your file.” A thrilled smirk curled across the Alpha’s face. 

“Have you found that you’ve been feeling afraid as of late?” Riddle asked sharply. “Do you feel alone at times? Isolated?”

“Of course not!” Harry shouted. He looked at Riddle with a perturbed expression. 

“Do you find that you feel confused most days? Disorganized? Dazed?” Riddle now had a look of deep concern in his eyes. Harry sneered at the Alpha viciously. 

“Why would you even ask me that?” Harry growled. He drummed his fingers restlessly against the table. 

“I’d simply like to understand why you’d choose to become a terrorist.” 

A deafening silence fell over the office. 

Harry stared at Riddle with a blank expression. 

Slowly, he parted his lips and murmured, “Do you actually think that I’m a terrorist?”

Riddle flashed him a thin smile. “You were arrested for public disorder and violence against the Ministry. You may see yourself as a protestor, but the Aurors have claimed that you were openly defiant.”

The Alpha then inspected his nails. “You have no logical reason to resent the Ministry, and every answer you have given has been evasive and hostile.”

A spark of delight ignited in Riddle’s eyes. “It would seem that you are a part of a terrorist group, along with the other arrested protestors. A psychological evaluation must now be completed before you are brought to Azkaban.”

“That has to be illegal!” Harry shouted furiously. “You have to try people before the Wizengamot before they can be sent to Azkaban!” 

“Ah,” Riddle smiled. “I thought you believed that the Ministry was corrupt?” The edges of Riddle’s smile then widened. “I doubt a corrupt government would give its criminals a fair and lawful trial.” 

Harry clenched his fists in his lap. He couldn’t believe that Riddle would do this. 

He knew that Riddle likely resented him. Harry had broken up with the Slytherin, after all; not long after he had turned him into a horcrux. 

The Alpha couldn’t stand the fact that Harry had been the one to leave him. He definitely hadn’t loved Harry. No, that was an emotion that Riddle was incapable of feeling. But he knew that the Alpha always had to be in control. And Harry had taken that from him. 

The relationship had barely gone anywhere too. He’d only ever shared a few brief kisses with Riddle. He also only presented as an Omega after he’d already ended things. 

His presentation had occurred after Hogwarts. 

It had been a thoroughly miserable experience. 

He could still remember it. Each light brush of his shirt against his nipples… the emptiness in his cunt… the dampness of his sheets as he rutted mindlessly against them. Harry had whined and hiccuped and howled desperately in his new flat. 

And Riddle had been on his mind the entire time. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the Alpha and his betrayal. It was a deep cut that bled every time he humped his mattress. 

He had known Tom since Wool’s Orphanage. 

The two of them had grown up as childhood friends. 

They had shared a room and secrets, and he had thought that they’d be friends forever. But Tom had gone and performed the worst kind of magic possible. And Harry had avoided a career at the Ministry because how could he ever work there when Tom was there. 

Slowly, he eyed the Alpha. He suppressed a quiet growl. 

He knew that Riddle wanted to hurt him. He wanted to humiliate and degrade Harry. 

It was time for the Alpha to exact his revenge. 

“What now?” Harry sneered. He bitterly raised his eyebrow. “Have you decided to send me to Azkaban yet?” 

A low chuckle dripped from Tom’s lips. “Not yet,” he whispered. The Alpha’s eyes had gone strangely soft. “A few more questions remain.” 

Riddle then inclined his head as he studied Harry and his body. He released a quiet hum as his eyebrows furrowed. Riddle’s eyes then paused at Harry’s hips. A fresh barrage of spice flooded suddenly into the air. It tickled at Harry’s nose and had him twitching. 

“Have you spent any of your heats with anyone?” Riddle asked coolly. His shoulders were relaxed as he asked the question. He had a detached, calm look on his face. 

“Er,” Harry replied, blushing. “W-What does that… have to do with anything?” 

Riddle sighed deeply. 

“A proper medical assessment always includes a discussion of the patient’s sexual history.” 

“You’re not a Mediwizard, though,” Harry said sharply. “You’ll tell everyone that I’m delusional and dangerous no matter what I say. There’s no point telling you anything.” 

“Perhaps,” Riddle murmured, a dark smirk pulling at his lips. “It would be a shame for the arrested protestors, though, if you refused to cooperate with me. I am the Minister for Magic, after all, and I can influence who goes to Azkaban.”

Harry went completely still. 

He could stop Riddle from ruining the other protestors’ lives. 

He could still make a difference. 

“I’ve always spent my heats alone,” Harry admitted stiffly. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough.” 

“Do you have a partner?” Riddle tapped his foot rapidly against the ground. “A romantic one.” 

Harry shook his head. 

“How often do you masturbate on a weekly basis?”  Riddle asked quickly. A wild look had begun to take over his features. 

The blush colouring Harry’s cheeks exploded. 

“Merlin, I’m not going to tell you that, Riddle!” Harry hissed. “Why would you even… need to know…” 

The Alpha was trying to humiliate him. 

Harry’s teeth clenched together. 

He wouldn’t react to Riddle and his snide remarks. Harry had to stay calm. He had to try and save the other protestors from Azkaban. 

“Er, yeah, I guess I masturbate sometimes.” Harry shifted uncomfortably on the table. “I s’pose I masturbate at least, uh, twice a week.” 

A pleased smile flitted across Riddle’s face. 

“Does your bedroom have a comfortable nest in it?” Riddle had a satisfied lilt to his voice. He was giving Harry a visibly approving look. The appreciative glance had Harry tensing. 

“Yeah, s’fine,” he muttered. Harry pulled at a loose strand on his gown. “I’ve never really spent much time in it, though,” he added carefully. He had to give Riddle something. 

“Alright,” the Alpha said slowly, a bright smile blooming on his face. “I believe I know precisely what is wrong with you.”

Harry felt his eyebrow twitch. 

“It is imperative that you are assessed for sexual dysfunction.”

Harry froze. 

“Er, what?” he croaked. 

“You have begun to act violent in sudden outbursts. You are irrationally suspicious of the Ministry. I see now that you are not a terrorist.” 

A cold gleam passed through the Alpha’s eyes. 

“You are merely a desperate Omega.”

Harry’s breath then stuttered in his throat. 

“You have gone without sexual contact, Harry,” Riddle sighed, “for far too long. You are meant to be cherished as an Omega. The lack of intimacy in your life has clearly resulted in these deviant behaviours.” 

“Merlin’s beard,” Harry breathed. “You’re insane.” An incredulous laugh then escaped him. “You sound like one of those preachers,” he snorted. “You know, the ones who used to come to Wool’s Orphanage.”

Harry then smirked as he watched Riddle twitch. 

It had been a long time since he had been subjected to those kinds of theories. The belief that Omegas had to be handled with care and kept in the home, left on an Alpha’s thick, stupid knot. It was utter troll bollocks. 

“Is that what you believe now?” Harry asked dryly. “You couldn’t stop at pure-blood elitism?  You had to get into Alpha-supremacist nonsense?”

Harry swore irritably under his breath. 

At least Riddle was a part of one of those groups. 

“I thought that you’d be thrilled, Harry,” Riddle replied coyly. “I have graciously decided to refrain from labelling you and the other protesters as terrorists. Is that not what you want?” 

A shadow then fell over Harry. Citrus enveloped him in a heady cloud. A tight grip seized his shoulder. A quick breath then shuddered past his ear. 

“Do you want to go to Azkaban?” 

Harry wetted his lips. 

He could still see Billy Stubbs’ rabbit in his mind. He could just as easily see the protestors hanging limply by their necks. 

Riddle would follow through on his threats. Harry knew that.

“Not at all, Minister,” he replied smoothly. “I’d like to stay right here with you.” 

It was an almost instantaneous change. 

The grip on his shoulder loosened, and the light, citrusy scent enveloping him became cloyingly sweet. A nose then slid along his ear. Lips trailed the delicate skin. 

“I’d like to continue your examination, Harry,” the Alpha whispered. “Sexual dysfunction is a serious but treatable condition in Omegas. It is imperative that we act swiftly.” 

A second breath drifted softly past Harry’s ear. The Alpha drew away with a slow exhale. 

Harry raised an eyebrow.

The Slytherin’s pupils were blown unnaturally wide. 

It was the same look Riddle had worn back in Wool’s Orphanage; the covetous look he got whenever he saw someone with something he wanted. 

He had taken Dennis Bishop’s yo-yo and his toy soldiers. He had taken Amy Benson’s doll too, telling Harry that they were to play house with it. He’d even steal Harry’s gloves and felt cap and keep them tucked safely in his trunk. 

Riddle had once offered Harry his hand, a smug smirk on his face as he stated proudly that he’d now keep Harry’s fingers warm. He’d had no choice but to hold Riddle’s hand throughout the entire winter. It had been humiliating. 

The other orphans had whispered about it behind his back. 

Harry had felt so… so….

He could only imagine that Riddle wanted to take his dignity. Riddle would try to humiliate him through this cruel farce of an examination, but Harry wouldn’t let him. 

Slowly, he nodded his head. 

“What will the examination look like?” he asked cautiously. 

The corners of Riddle’s lips twitched. 

“Ah,” the Alpha breathed. He looked down at Harry with a satisfied glance. “I would like you to lift your medical gown, please,” he purred. “I need to examine you.”

Harry then bit back an agitated growl. He yanked the flimsy gown up. 

Bollocks. 

It was a bit difficult to lift it with his handcuffs still on. 

He looked over at Riddle. 

The Alpha had gone eerily still as he studied Harry. A swell of triumph fluttered in his chest. Riddle was uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable as he stared at Harry’s exposed cunt and chest. 

Harry wasn’t anything special. He had always known that about himself. 

He lacked all the qualities that made Omegas desirable. Sweetness. Passivity. He was average at best. It was the same with Harry’s looks too. 

He was short with round glasses and unruly curls. He always looked like he had just jumped right off his broom. He always looked like a windswept mess. 

It was going to be easier than he thought to beat Riddle. 

He shifted restlessly on the table. A warm hand then landed on his hip. It squeezed him tenderly before trailing down. Harry’s eyes widened. A thumb was nudging lightly at his clit. 

It was circling it, dragging in slow strokes. The pressure was enough to make Harry squirm. It felt nice. Really nice. 

Harry then breathed in harshly. He held back a startled gasp as Riddle pinched the sensitive nub. He arched off the table with a violent shudder. 

“Is that good?” Riddle’s voice was velvety and low. He flicked at Harry’s clit again. “Tell me.” He stroked at it faster. A finger then slid along Harry’s slit. “You need to tell me how good it feels.”

“Mm,” Harry murmured. He jerked slightly on the table. “Y-Yeah, it feels… p-pretty good...” 

He knew that he could do this. 

He then shivered as a finger pushed inside him. 

Harry wouldn’t let Riddle humiliate him. 

“D-Do I feel good inside?” Harry asked coyly. He shot Riddle a searing glare. “Hm? D’you have what you need yet?” 

A dark smirk then curled across Riddle’s face. Harry stilled. The Alpha had a reddish tint to his cheeks. He appeared flustered as he gazed down at Harry. Wild. 

“Not yet.” 

Harry then keened loudly. 

Riddle had shoved a second finger inside him. 

It curled in deep and had Harry’s thighs trembling. He couldn’t stop his back from bowing. He felt like a wire pulled too taut. A low noise then sounded in his throat. 

Riddle’s fingers had begun to pump in and out of him. The sound of it was obscene. He was dripping slick all along the Alpha’s fingers. 

“You’ve gotten so wet so quickly, Harry,” a low voice whispered in his ear. He shuddered as a third finger nudged at his entrance. A thumb then slid over his clitoris. It felt so good. Incandescent. Perfect. 

He was bent in a helpless arch over the table. 

A terrible warmth had begun to stir inside him. He could feel it building deep in his navel. 

Harry then rolled back onto Riddle’s fingers. He felt so full. He was drooling onto the table as the Alpha split him open. 

“You’re so wet,” Riddle’s voice was soft with wonder. “You've become so needy.” A glint of red flashed in his eyes. “You have such a pretty cunt. It’s twitching every time I touch it. 

Another finger then pressed inside Harry suddenly. He arched into the air with a strangled gasp. He was so slick and warm. He was gushing around Riddle’s fingers. 

Harry then gnawed desperately on his lip. 

“Are you done yet?” he rasped. A wobbly smirk pulled at his lips. “I imagine you have a lot of other… p-patients to examine. You are a Mediwizard, aren’t you, Riddle?” 

Riddle’s features had gone eerily still. He looked like a statue as he stared at Harry. 

Harry was certain that he looked like an absolute mess. He had a small puddle of slick beneath him. His thighs were trembling and bright with a pink blush. A light sheen of sweat glistened softly along his body. 

Shakily, he swiped at his forehead. The office had begun to blur slightly around him. Harry then trembled as he waited for the Alpha’s response. He felt suffocatingly hot.

“Let me take a look inside.”

Harry blinked slowly. 

“Er, what?” he croaked. He couldn’t have heard the Slytherin correctly. 

He looked at Riddle warily, waiting hopefully for the Alpha’s features to crack, for even a minute shift in his eyes or mouth, but Riddle remained utterly still and serious. 

Harry’s stomach twisted with dread. 

The Slytherin couldn’t be serious. 

“You’ve done more than enough, Riddle,” Harry began nervously. He shot the Alpha a confident look. “Surely, as the Minister for Magic, you need t-to…” Harry’s voice then trailed off as Riddle swept his fingers apart. 

He tilted his head back, a breathless moan slipping past his lips. The Alpha had hooked his fingers inside him. He was gently touching Harry’s cunt. He was spreading it open and toying with it.

Harry’s cunt then twitched sloppily. He gasped brokenly as slick pooled onto the table. A thin trickle of slick then trailed down Riddle's hand.

Riddle hummed in appreciation. He stretched Harry’s cunt thoughtfully, a smirk playing at his lips, and a thumb pressed firmly at Harry’s clitoris. 

“It’s so nice and soft,” the Alpha said casually. “Your cunt is so pretty. It’s throbbing so hard. Does it want anything inside it?” 

“R-Riddle,” Harry gasped, a ragged breath catching in his throat. “Aren’t you finished yet?” 

The Alpha’s eyes then rose to meet his steadily. 

“No.”

Riddle was as quick as a serpent. He dove down and pinned Harry’s hips to the table. He then licked the length of his cunt. Riddle had nudged his face in-between Harry’s thighs. 

Harry cried out loudly. 

“N-No, Riddle,” he croaked. “Please, you shouldn’t… sshh dirty…” Harry’s thighs then quaked as Riddle shoved his tongue inside him. It was the best thing that he had felt in years. 

A loud moan tumbled straight from his lips. 

He couldn’t remember the last time… t-that he had done this…

Harry’s hips then jolted forward into the Alpha’s face. He mewled helplessly. He was certain that he had never felt so, so good before…

Riddle then pressed a slow, searing kiss to the inside of Harry’s thigh. Lips trailed the sensitive skin. 

“Harry,” Riddle murmured. “You should call me by my name.” The Slytherin’s grip on him then tightened. It tightened painfully. 

“Say my name, Harry,” he hissed softly. “You remember it, don’t you? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear it on your tongue.” 

Harry shook his head desperately. 

He couldn’t say it. 

He couldn’t give in. 

A tongue then lapped at his cunt coyfully. 

“I’ve been so nice to you, Harry,” the Slytherin crooned, a smirk on his face. “Shouldn’t you reward me for it?” A flash of teeth then nipped at Harry’s thigh. 

Harry arched off the table. He rolled back onto Riddle’s face with a mindless purr. 

Riddle’s tongue was inside him again. 

It was pushing in as deep as it could. It was thrusting in and out him. 

“A-Ah, Riddle,” Harry hiccuped. “Please, sshtop…” Harry’s voice then faded as he lifted his hips and ground them obediently. He could feel it building inside him. He was about to climax. 

Harry then stilled. 

He would come on Riddle’s face. 

He would squirt directly into the Alpha’s waiting mouth. 

“W-Wait, Riddle,” Harry choked frantically. He fisted one hand in the Alpha’s curls, tugging on them desperately and weakly. “Please, s-stop! You need to move your face!” 

Riddle didn’t move. He continued to stare heatedly at Harry, a knowing glint bright in his eyes. 

A dark blush had begun to pool in Riddle’s cheeks. The Alpha’s curls were disheveled and mused with sweat as he clung helplessly to Harry’s cunt. 

Harry then moaned loudly. He pulled on Riddle’s curls harder.

“M-Move your face, Riddle,” he gasped. He dug his nails into the Alpha’s scalp. “A-Ah, I’m gonna c-come! Hngh! I can’t breathe! Mhm, s-sorry! I can’t, a-ah…” Harry’s hips then arched shamelessly as he came inside Riddle’s mouth. 

The Alpha swallowed it all down greedily. The blush on Riddle’s cheeks darkened. Pleasure swam in his eyes as he gulped and lapped at Harry’s cunt with his tongue. 

Harry hiccuped in embarrassment.

He couldn’t believe that Riddle had done that. 

A satisfied hum then escaped the Alpha as he licked at his lip and retreated. Riddle’s eyes latched onto his with a fervent intensity. Harry swore he could see flecks of red threaded in his gaze. 

“Delicious.”

Harry trembled. 

“You tasted utterly perfect.” 

Harry hid his face in his hands. 

He had never done that with anyone before. It was sickening. It was a pleasure that was far too intense for him. He had never been an Omega that was meant for that kind of pleasure. 

He had meaningless hookups that brought him little or no pleasure. He didn’t have mind-shattering orgasms.

And he especially didn’t have them with Tom Riddle.  

A low noise echoed in Harry’s throat. 

He didn’t know what to do anymore.

Riddle hated him. Harry had known that for years. Of course, Riddle would never forgive him; he had seen the Slytherin’s vindictiveness at Wool’s Orphanage, and again at Hogwarts.

Riddle wouldn’t forgive anyone who abandoned him. He’d never desire Harry or want his company again. That was the foregone conclusion. 

But now...

A gentle slap then startled Harry out of his thoughts. Riddle had cupped his dripping cunt. He had spanked him there.

“You stayed away from me, Harry,” Riddle murmured, “for a very long time.” He had a strange look on his face. Slowly, he rubbed his palm along Harry’s cunt. He squeezed it tenderly. 

The scarlet flecks in Riddle’s gaze had begun to burn brighter. 

“You were gone for far too long.” 

The first slap was sudden and rough. It seared through his flesh and struck Harry right down to his bones. He jolted forward in pain. A hoarse shout tore from his lips. 

Another slap then connected to his cunt. It jostled him and had him sliding along the table. A whine rose in the back of Harry’s throat. He couldn’t believe that Riddle was spanking him. 

It was a punishment that Mrs. Cole had sometimes used on the children, but never on Harry. She had also never done it to their privates.

“You deserve one slap for every year you left me.” 

Riddle’s palm then slid softly along Harry’s cunt. 

“Shall we count them?” Riddle murmured. The Alpha had a fake cheer in his voice. “Be good and count them for me, Harry,” he whispered. 

Riddle then raised his other hand to Harry’s scent gland. He swiped his wrist harshly along the delicate skin. The effect was immediate. 

Warmth roiled inside Harry in a dizzying rush. He saw flashes of stars and space as he gasped wantonly. Riddle’s scent was around him. It was suffocating him. A terrible fogginess had begun to seep through his head. 

A sharp slap then connected to Harry’s cunt. A bolt of pain raced deep into his stomach. He jerked violently. It was in his lungs. He could feel it in his body. 

“Count it,” Riddle breathed. 

“O-One!” 

He simply had to get through this, and then the protestors would be free. 

Harry’s cunt was then smacked again. 

“T-Two!”

He could persevere.

“Three!”

He could endure it. 

“Four, a-ah!”

It was on the fifth slap that Harry thought that it felt kind of good. 

It was a blistering bolt of pleasure that shot straight through his nerves. He squirmed and moaned as each of Riddle’s slaps grew harder and faster. 

The Alpha then shoved one finger inside him. He thrusted it harshly. Harry could taste Riddle’s scent on his tongue. It was unfurling on the back of it. Exquisite. Heady. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Riddle’s voice was laced with amusement.  “You have such a sensitive cunt. It’s so easy to toy with it.”

A shadow then fell over the Slytherin’s face. He had begun to stare darkly at Harry. 

“You will never abandon me again.” 

Riddle then spanked Harry hard. 

“You will stay with me forever.” 

He hit him again. 

“Tell me that you missed me.” 

The last few words were hissed in Parseltongue.

Harry then trembled as Riddle slapped him again. He arched into the Slytherin’s touch with a desperate moan. He couldn’t understand why it felt so good. It felt right every time Riddle hit him. 

“Tell me that you missed me, Harry,” Riddle’s voice had begun to sharpen with anger. He then hit Harry’s cunt with a harsh smack.

The pleasure was too much for Harry to bear. 

“A-Ah, I missed you,” Harry sobbed. “Missed you! ‘Mm so much! Need you!” 

“Do you want me as your Alpha?”

Harry cried out loudly. 

He could feel Riddle’s hand on his cunt. It was nice and cool. Soothing. 

“Hm?”

Harry nodded his head. 

“P-Please, Riddle,” Harry gasped. “Want you so bad. ‘Mm do.” 

“Perfect.”

Riddle then struck Harry’s cunt repeatedly. It was only once they reached seventeen that Riddle smirked cruelly. 

“Seventeen years, Harry,” the Alpha crooned. “You were gone for that long.” A triumphant glint then flared in his eyes. “Do you know what that means?”

Harry shook his head frantically, hiccuping wetly as Riddle flicked at his clitoris 

“Seventeen is an ill-fated number, a magical opposite to lucky number seven.” 

Riddle’s eyes were bright with amusement. The Alpha then leaned in close to him, eyes feverish, lips parting and bitten as he whispered, “You were meant to get caught.”

Harry then blinked blearily at Riddle. The office had begun to spin dizzily around him. A fuzzy thought then wormed its way inside his head. 

“I left you at seventeen too,” Harry whispered. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton. A quick laugh bubbled up from his chest. “I broke up with you! ‘Mm s’pose bad luck for you too.” 

Riddle stilled. He stared at Harry with cold, wide eyes. The hand on Harry’s cunt then fingered him open. Harry melted back into Riddle’s touch with an intense moan. He had never felt such pleasure before. 

Harry couldn’t think clearly anymore. 

He couldn’t think at all. 

One of Riddle’s hands then trailed to his nipples. It pulled on the pink bud until Harry whined whorishly. He couldn’t do anything. He was nothing but a trembling pulse of pleasure. 

Harry then bucked into Riddle’s palm as he chased after his touch. 

Riddle had begun to circle one of his nipples. He kept his touch delicate as he teased the sensitive flesh. Harry mewled helplessly. He ground his hips needily into Riddle’s palm. 

The Alpha then tugged on his other nipple. He pinched it until Harry’s back rippled. 

“Do you like it when I tease your tits?” Riddle asked lightly. He rolled his thumb over Harry’s reddened nub. 

Harry threw his head back, a shuddered gasp slipping from his lips. 

“Mm,” he murmured. “Feels good.” 

Harry then gazed at the Alpha with half-lidded eyes. 

“Feels so good.” 

He couldn’t remember why he had been opposed to Riddle in the first place. The Alpha was so good to him. He was taking such good care of Harry’s cunt. He was petting and licking it. 

Harry couldn’t remember ever being so wet. 

A knee then lodged itself in between his thighs. Riddle’s palm was now gone. 

“Do you want to hump it?” Riddle asked quietly. A wild fervour had begun to burn in his eyes. “You should ride it, Harry,” he coaxed softly. “You deserve to feel nothing but pleasure.” 

A desperate whine then spilled out of Harry’s throat. He rocked back and forth against Riddle’s knee. He humped it and glanced at Riddle with shy, little looks. 

The Slytherin then groaned in encouragement. He gripped Harry’s hips and helped him to rut faster. 

Harry had never felt so good before. He was tingling like he had eaten a whole packet of Acid Pops. The world around him was hazy and off-kilter. 

Riddle’s pupils were blown wide in pleasure. The Alpha had begun to pant heavily. He was snarling and gasping as he held Harry’s hips. He kept growling as he encouraged Harry to hump him. 

“Ke… K-Keep moving!” Harry shouted deliriously. He jutted forward into Riddle’s knee. He rutted at it like he was a puppy in its first heat. 

It was as Harry twitched and shuddered, a swell of heat rolling over him, that Riddle shifted backward. He kept himself out of Harry’s reach. 

A confused, breathless noise then sprang past Harry’s lips. 

“Tooooom!” Harry babbled. “Tom! Where are you going? ‘Mm need you.” 

The sound of delighted laughter then rang out around him. Riddle had a bright smile on his face. He was gazing down at Harry as if Harry had hung the moon. 

“You finally said it,” Riddle breathed. His eyes were alight with happiness. “You called me Tom again.” Harry then watched silently as Riddle parted his robes. He brought out his cock. 

It was larger than Harry had expected. 

He didn’t think it’d be able to fit inside him. 

“Spread your legs nicely, Harry,” Riddle murmured. He tapped Harry’s thigh encouragingly. “Let’s see your pretty cunt again.

Harry then released a low, pleased noise, a flush rising in his cheeks. The head of Riddle’s cock then nudged at his entrance. Harry was so wet and warm. Riddle’s scent was clinging to him. It was swirling around him. 

Dark chocolate. 

Citrus. 

Spice. 

Slowly, he parted his thighs. He chirped in excitement. 

“You know, Harry,” Riddle whispered. “I was hoping that you’d murmur a different name.” A hand then landed on Harry’s hip. It gripped him steadily as the head eased inside him. 

“I had rather hoped you would call me Voldemort.”

Harry then cried out loudly as Riddle’s cock slid inside him. Riddle was inside him. He was in Harry’s cunt. He was so warm. So big. 

“A-Ah,” Riddle gasped, a wet sheen to his eyes. The Alpha was panting above him. He looked just as ruined as Harry felt. Riddle’s curls had begun to stick messily to his forehead. He was damp with sweat and flushed pink. 

Harry then shuddered as he felt Tom’s dick twitch inside him. He couldn’t believe it… He had Tom inside him… Tom… his Alpha…

“You’re so handsome, Tom,” Harry whispered. He canted his hips forward desperately. “Such a good Alpha. Tom. ‘Mm Tom.” 

A low hiss of Parseltongue then shivered past Harry’s lips. 

“You’re so good, Tom. So warm. Ss… good. ‘Mm pussy’s all wet.” 

“You finally spoke in Parseltongue for me.” 

A breath of wonder then slipped from Tom. 

“You’re perfect,” Tom murmured. He gripped Harry’s cheek tenderly. He slid his thumb in a soothing circle. Harry then leaned his face into the Alpha’s palm. He arched into his touch. 

“You’re so beautiful, Harry,” Tom whispered. “You were always everything to me. I knew it even then, at Wool’s Orphanage…” Tom’s voice then softened into a delicate hush. “You were so special.” 

A low whine rattled in Tom’s throat. 

“You were the only one I ever wanted.” 

The grip on Harry’s cheek tightened. 

“I stayed at the Ministry for you,” Tom said hoarsely. “I never travelled far from Britain. I never travelled because I couldn’t leave you alone. I couldn’t go to Albania, knowing that you’d be in Britain, where some Alpha could talk to you.”

Tom’s features then crumpled. He shifted his hips forward. 

Harry hiccuped in pleasure. 

The Alpha had begun a slow rhythm inside him. He was gentle as he moved his hips. He kept nosing at Harry’s curls and sighing. 

Lips then slid over Harry’s slick skin. Kisses were peppered along his brow. A tongue traced the sharp curve of his cheek. 

He felt so loved. 

Tom then slowly brushed his nose along Harry’s cheek. The light brush of Tom’s nose tickled. 

Harry was being taken care of by Tom. 

He was beneath his Alpha. 

Harry then trembled as the Slytherin kissed him. A tongue swept over his lip and teased its way carefully into his mouth. He kissed Tom back as he gasped softly. 

It had been such a long time since they had last kissed. 

A soft moan quivered on Harry’s lips. He sucked on Tom's tongue and arched back into the Alpha’s languid thrusts. He threw his arms blindly around him. He clung to Tom. 

He was so safe and warm. 

Tom’s thrusts then quickened as he inched his knot steadily inside Harry. He’d never had a knot inside him before. It felt so thick and big. It wouldn’t fit… Harry was certain that it wouldn’t. 

He kept his thighs apart as he gasped and squirmed. 

“P-Please, Tom,” Harry moaned. He threw his head back. “Ma… Make me yours! I’ll be a go… good Mommy! P-Please, bite me!”

Tom’s eyes then sharpened. He dove forward and dug his teeth into Harry’s scent gland. 

Bliss seared inside him. 

He could only see planes of white nothingness. The world was hazy and dull as Harry rode out his orgasm. He was tingling all the way down to his toes. He was spent. He was breathless.

The Omega in him crooned in absolute delight. 

Harry was now bonded to Tom. He could feel it inside him. 

It was the most natural thing in the world, a rabbit caught in the maw of a wolf. 

Harry went utterly boneless. He slumped beneath Tom, panting excitedly as he twitched on the Alpha’s every thrust. Pups. He’d bear Tom so many pups. He’d do it so well. 

A soft kiss then landed on Harry’s lips. 

“Harry,” Tom breathed. “Are you still with me? Y-You’re so… ah, tight inside.” 

Slowly, Harry nodded his head. 

A satisfied glint then appeared in the Alpha’s eyes. He brushed a light kiss to Harry’s forehead. He rocked his hips forward. 

“As the Minister for Magic, and as your Mediwizard,” Tom began smoothly, “I have carefully determined that Azkaban will not suit your needs.”

Tom then reached over and grabbed Harry’s hand. He laced their fingers together. 

“You require active rehabilitation in a soothing place. The private residence of the Minister is ideally suited to that purpose.” 

Tom’s eyes bored into Harry’s with a fervent intensity. 

“You will move into the Minister’s residence immediately.”

A warm kiss landed on Harry’s chin. 

“It is crucial for the recovery process to begin at once.” 

Harry’s thighs then trembled as he released a breathless moan. Tom had begun to tenderly kiss his scent gland.

“We have all the time in the world,” the Alpha purred. 

Harry supposed that they did.

***

He would later think, once he had regained his senses, that at least he had saved the protesters from Tom’s wrath.