Chapter 6: Deceptions

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He dunked his head beneath the calm water, holding the sides of the wooden bucket tightly as his face erupted through the surface. His breathing stopped, water was in his ears and his short hair was floating around his face. He pulled back, shaking his head like a dog, feeling the drops of waters splashing against hands and the back of his large shirt. He let his hands slide down into the water. He gathered a fair amount of the dirty liquid in his palms and scrubbed at his clammy face, rubbing dirt and sweat of off his skin. Another handfull of water was disposed on his sweaty neck. A soft groan of bliss escaped him as the cool water soothed his hot skin.

He stared at the dark water, in the shadow behind the shack he was seated by he could make out his own reflection on the surface. Wet, short and messy hair fell across his tan forehead and into green eyes that looked almost black in the reflection. A few droplets of water dripped from the tip of a strand of hair and hit the surface, causing small rings to create on the water.

"Harry!" A shrill voice called out. His back stiffened and his grip around the bucket tightened.

"Coming!" He called back, shuffling to his feet. Oversized boots clapped against the grass as he carried the bucket over to a small stone house with a tattered wooden house. He was surrounded by large fields of weat and the sun was blazing down on him.

A flash. And there he was, tending to the old horse that seemed so familiar. He gently brushed the mane as the brown horse bent down to drink out of the bucket.

Another flash. And suddenly he was on the ground, someone grabbed him and lifted him up dangerously. The glint of a dagger, an overwhelming feeling of fright and the sound of a door being slammed open.

"Harrison, my love." Harry turned his head at the sound, sleepy green eyes met dark ones. His cheek was calmly resting against an open book on a table.

"Tom.." The boy mumbled, straightening up on his chair with an uncomfortable ache in his neck. He smoothed out the bunched up fabric of his white chiffon shirt and pulled back his shoulder-long hair behind his ear.

"Dull book?" The king chuckled, seating himself next to the younger male and gesturing to his substitute pillow.

"No, not at all." Harry replied, closing the thick book. "I am just a little tired."

"So I can see. I did not want to wake you, you are beautiful when you sleep" Tom said with a smile. Harry laughed nervously and started to fidget with his hands.

He weightlessly swung his hand over the table, winding it around the edge of the book that lay there. He felt something cold and hard run down his finger during the movement, a small weight slipped off and the sound of metal sliding across wood was heard as Harry's engagement ring spiraled over the table. It tipped off the edge of the table and clinked to the stone floor, bouncing on its side untill it finally toppled over and came to a halt a few feet away.

Harry had his eyes on the object, he blinked and dully registered the king standing up next to him before he went over to pick up the ring. He returned to the boy, slipped to his knees by the chair and grabbed the pale hand in his own.

"I can never get enough of seeing this on you." The king said, slipping the ring on the boy's ringer, placing a linger kiss on the beautiful diamond.

"It is a little big though." Harry replied, rubbing his thumb over the ring. It rolled around his finger easily. Tom frowned staring at it.

"You have become much thinner during your enchanted sleep." He explained. "No matter, I shall have the size fixed. Dominic!" An middle-aged man with dark hair and neatly trimmed beard stepped forward.

"Yes, my king?"

"Do fetch the velvet box which this ring belongs in. I believe that it can be found in Harrison's room.." Tom trailed off, giving Harry a questioning look. The boy cleared his throat.

"Uh, well yes. It is in my desk, top drawer." He added gently. The man was back a few minutes later with the dark velvet box. Tom, who was standing now, took the ring Harry was holding out for him and placed it within the fold of the red silk material. He snapped the box shut and held it out to the man, Dominic.

"I believe one size smaller ought to do the trick. It should not take the jewlerer longer than a day to be finished." Tom said.

"Yes, my king. I will see him right away." The man bowed. Harry stood up.

"Tom." He spoke. "Would it not be better if I went along to the jewlerer, that way we would sure that the fit would be perfect." Tom thought over these words.

"Dominic, bring the jewlerer to the castle for a testing. I am sure he will find the time for a quick visit."

"No, Tom." Harry said before the servant could leave with the ring. "I want to go into town." His tone softened and he smiled a small smile. "I want to see more of the kingdom."

"That is out of the question!" The king snapped. "I will not have you leaving the castle ground in your condition."

"I am in no weak condition." Harry argued gently, trying not to aggravate the king further. "Please, Tom. Let me see the town. If you and your men are with me, I will be in no harm."

"Harrison, do not argue with me.." The king's voice was stern.

"But-"

"No!" Harry was taken aback, his reply died on his trembling lips and he fought the urge to turn on his heels and storm out of the library. Instead he sat down in defeat, letting his head slump and wringing his hands together in his lap.

"There is no need to bring the jewlerer here." The king's voice said. "One size smaller, Dominic"

"Yes, my king." Heavy footsteps was heard on the stone floor. The rhythmic noise sounded further and further away untill it trailed off into nothing. A shadow loomed over Harry's slumped form. The boy looked up into dark eyes.

"I do not like it when you argue with me in front of my men, Harrison." Tom's low voice was controlled but an underlying threat was unmistakably there.

"I am sorry, Tom." The boy said not unlike a disobediant child who was being shamed by his parent. "I am just tired of spending my time in this castle. Most of the time you are not even here.." He trailed off, biting his lip and looking away. "I just feel lonely."

Tom sighed above him. "I understand your sadness, my love." His voice was now tender and comforting, reassuring the young boy. "I am just concerned for you well-being that is all. I worry about you." Harry bit the inside of his cheek, it was not fair that Tom could use that same excuses again for making him feel trapped.

"You leave the castle on your own! Why could I not just follow along with you? I would be no hassle, I promise!"

"I am done discussing this, Harrison. Once I am sure that it is safe for you to leave the grounds, I will let you, I assure you. But for now I believe it is for your own best to remain in the castle."

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted.

"I will do my best to allow you more freedom, but it is not up to you to decide whether or not you are ready to leave the castle."

Harry looked down at his lap, suffering from the loss of another battle between himself and the king. The king placed a hand under his chin and tilted his head up.

"I will try my hardest to spend more time with you, my love." He spoke, placing a small kiss on the tip of Harry's nose. "How about we take another walk in the garden?" He asked with a smile. Harry smiled back sadly and nodded. He stood up placed his hand in the king's offered palm as they began making their way through the castle. Harry smoothed out the brown fabric that wrapped snuggly around his hips, pondering tiredly why the ring the king had claimed he had had for so long was too large when all of his clothes fit perfectly.

A week earlier..

It had been a long time since the king had felt so content. Only hours earlier he had been able to watch the witch Bellatrix burn into a pile of ashes. His beloved was back and the king was certain that the problems the witch had caused him was over. Thinking about it now, a part of him believed that it had all worked to his advantage. With the boy's memory loss he had succesfully gotten himself a second chance to win him over, this time he was going to use patience and devotion to sway his young spouse.

"I have another stop to make in town, Malfoy." The king said to one of his men that rode with him. "I need you to return to the castle ro rely a message for one of my men." He explained his message and the blonde man took off in opposite direction. Tom, along with two of his other servant continued deeper into town, passing the town sqaure and the morning market. The smell of fish, cooked beans and sweet fruit was in the air. They passed by the market and the crowd of people calling their greetings for the king.

Tom stopped by a white house with a wooden roof and climbed off his horse. He stared up at a large sign that read "Gifford Abbott's Jewlery". Tom stepped into the quaint jewlery shop, staring around the antique room with its ancient wooden interior and dutch clocks. An old balding man with white beard and over-sized glasses sat behind a counter, using two tools to bend a piece of metal. A bell by the door rang when Tom entered. The balding man looked up and shot to his feet at the sight of the man.

"King Tom." He gasped. "It is an honour, truly! To have the kinds of you in my sh-" The king raised his hand to quiet the short man.

"Mister Abbott, I am here to pick up an order placed by one of my men." He said, watching the man shuffle behind the counter.

"Yes yes.." His balding head disappeared behind the counter and Tom stepped forward. "I have got it right here.." He popped up, his glasses skewd and his thinning hair in a disarray. A crooked grin was covering his wrinkled face. "My finest work yet, my King. Only the best for a king such as yourself." He pushed the velvet box across the counter for the king to take. Tom snapped the box open to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

"Finest silver from the eastern Ravenclaw lands.." The old man explained as the king admired the ring. "Round brilliant diamond cut, four carat, picked by our workers in the Fenlands. It is truly a remarkable ring. Average size as ordered." He waited nervously for the king's reaction and let out a sigh of relief as the king snapped the box shut and put it in his pocket.

"You have done a fine work, mister Abbott."

"Why thank you, my-"

"Here is your payment." Tom pulled out a generous pouch of gold from within his thick travelling cloak and slide it across the counter before exiting the store with the sound of the bell ringing over his head. His men was waiting for him outside. He climbed onto his horse and began his way towards the castle where he knew that his spouse would be waiting for him.

"Aldric, I am growing restless with this." Harry sighed, pulling a strand of long, black hair behind his ear. He pushed away the book in front of him, leaving it open. The man stared at him blankly from where he was standing by a large book shelf. Harry leaned over the table and beckoned the man over.

"Let us go for a walk outside." He said softly once Aldric was close enough. The man scoffed.

"That is not going to happen, master Harrison." Harry, who had become accustomed to Aldric's stiff demenour, was left unfazed. He smiled and shook his head slowly.

"Harry." He said simply. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Harry? Sit down." Aldric sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the table without replying and grasped the open book. He stared at the page for a couple of second before he took a look at the front cover.

"Why do you insist on reading this garbage?" He asked, looking up with a raised brow and closed the book.

"I happen to like that garbage." Harry replied casually with a shrug.

"Well it would not hurt you to read something useful. Educate yourself properly." It was Harry's turn to raise his eyebrow.

"What do you think the book is for?" he questioned, leaning over the table to grab the book "The ancient kingdoms" of the table.

"To waste your time perhaps." Aldric replied. "I know you get bored quite easily, master Harrison, but you will find nothing of use in that book."

"I find it fascinating." Harry said, turning his nose up. "I would not hurt you to broaden your mind. The three ancient kingsdoms actually have a lot more history than the Slytherin kingdom you know, you might find something interesting." Aldric scoffed.

"I doubt that." He muttered. "Just because they have been around longer, does not make them better. It is the exact opposite actually."

"Once again you are claiming this without having ever left the boarders of Slytherin!" Harry snapped. "You are allowed to have your own opinion, now let me have mine." Aldric remained silent for a few seconds, taking in the determined frown of the young boy's pretty face. He let out a deep breath.

"I just think that someone in your position should remain true to your kingdom."

"Well I have never even seen the kingdom! What kind of dedication do you expect from me when I have never left this castle?" Harry growled angrily.

"As the king's spouse the people of Slytherin expect your full devotion to the land." Aldric replied, straightening up in his chair.

"What do the people of Slytherin have to do with anything?" Harry asked with a frown. "It is not as if they even know of me." A questioning frown appeared on Aldric's handsome face.

"Of course they do." He said slowly. "The king's wedding is all they talk about down on the town market, long have the kingdom waited for someone to step up on the throne next to king Tom." Harry froze.

"Wedding? There will be no wedding untill I remember my past!" Harry said desperately. "Who told you there was going to be a wedding?" Aldric stared at him for a few moments.

"Maybe you should speak to the king about this matter."

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Angrily he stood up, pushing his chair backwards and grabbing the thick book in his arms before he stormed out of the library and through the corridor. Once he came to his room he slammed the door shut and slid down the wall untill he was sitting on the floor. The book fell out of his arms with a heavy thud and with a tired sigh he buried his head inbetween his pulled up knees.

Harry didn't know how long he spent fuming in his room before his anger finally turned into confusion. The sun was long gone and night had fallen over the kingdom but his thoughts would not rest. He couldn't be expected to get married without his memories could he? Aldric must have been mistaken. There was a gently knock on the door. Harry, who had been sitting on his bed, went over to open the door. He was surprised to see the king through the slim crack. His tall and handsome form towered over Harry in the doorway and the boy found himself inching backwards, insecurity bubbling up within him.

"Tom." He spoke gently with his hands with a tight grip on the wooden door he was partly hidden behind. The king smiled down at him, his dark eyes glinting.

"Harrison, may I come in?" He asked. Harry felt something stir in the pit of his stomach.

"O-of course." He replied, inwardly cursing his weak tone. The king placed his hand flat on the surface of the door, pushing it open wider and slipping into the room. Harry automatically took a couple of step backwards, feeling overwhelmed by the king's presence. A smile tugged at Tom's slips as he gripped Harry's small hand into his own, lifting it to his lips and placing a chaste kiss upon the back of it. The fire in Harry's stomach grew with the gesture, igniting a burning sensation in his rounded cheeks. Without letting go of Harry's hand, the king slowly took in the room, touching certain objects here and there.

"It has been quite some time before I came in here." He said gingerly, his eyes trailing over the large bed. "I could not quite bring myself to be in here while you were gone." His dark eyes turned on Harry, fixing him with an intense stare that caused goosebumps to prickle over the boy's skin.

"Well I am here now.." He replied, trailing off and cringing at how pathetic it sounded.

"Yes, you are." The king replied. "And I have been treating you horribly ever since you came back to me." He sighed. "I guess I have not been much of a help when it comes to getting your memories back. I have been more concerned with keeping you safe, but you have to understand how it broke me to wait by your side for a year, not knowing if you would ever wake up."

Harry was listening intently.

"It happened so suddenly." Tom continued. "I was not there when it happened. I left the castle one morning and by the time I came back, you had stopped breathing. A local healer was by your side, you had been declared dead, but I knew better.." He let go of Harry's hand and walked over to a blue rug. He slowly bent down and lifted one of the corners of the rug to reveal a hole burnt in the floor.

"This is were it happened." Tom explained with an empty look in his eyes as Harry walked over, staring at horror on the hole. "A goblet lay by your side, with a burning liquid pouring onto the floor. I knew that you had been poisioned, but it was not a deadly poision. It kept you alive, barely. I searched and searched for an antidote, without succes.." He let go of the rug and it fell back to its place, covering the damaged floor.

"One day, you simply awoke." The king stared deeply into Harry's eyes. "I have no idea why, but for some reason you woke up. You came back to me. I will never lose you again. That is why I have been acting the way I have."

Harry stared at the king and grabbed his larger hand in his own, giving it a squeeze. The skin was warm and comforting against his own.

"Thank you." The boy said softly, staring at their clasped hands. "For opening up to me." He let out a sigh. "And thank you for not giving up on me. When I was poisioned, and now." He blushed. "I want to be the person I used to be, but I do not know how."

The king stood up tall, towering over the boy. "Then trust me to make the right decisions for you." He said, gripping Harry's chin and tilting his head up. "Untill you regain your old self at least. You must stop worrying about this, just live and some day you will get your memories back." The king paused. "And if you do not get them back, well then we will have to start anew."

He pulled out a familiar velvet box from his robes and revealed the engagement ring within. It was once more placed around Harry's finger, this time the fit was perfect. Harry smiled softly, maybe it did not matter. Maybe his memories were not all that important, maybe it was time to think about the future instead. Did his past really matter as long as he was happy in the presence? Yet there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Tom." Harry whispered, looking carefully into the older man's eyes. "I.. Well, Aldric and I was talking and he told me that there was rumours in the town of a wedding. Your wedding." He paused. "Our wedding." He waited for Tom's reaction before continuing and when he saw a spark of understanding in the king's eyes he added. "I do not know what was intended to happen before I was poisioned, but I know that it would not be fair for anyone of us if we got married untill I remember my feelings about the situation."

Tom was quiet for a few seconds. "Aldric told you this?" Harry nodded. "Well he is mistaken." Harry's heart jolted. "Of course I would not go through with anything you are uncomfortable with. I will look past my own as well as the kingdom's feelings to make sure that you are happy."

Harry frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Tom sighed. "To finally go through with the wedding would not only unite the kingdom, it would make me the happiest man alive." The king closed in on the boy, their bodies merely inches away. All Harry's senses were heightened by their closeness, and he felt his breathing against the king's chest slow down to the point where it was making him feel light-headed. The king hand, which was gently holding Harry's hand at shoulder's height by their sides slackened and began trailing down the boy's thin wrist, down to the bent elbow.

His thumb and ring finger closed around the wide sleeve around Harry's elbow, tugging at it slightly and encouraging Harry's body even closer. The boy gasped quietly when he found himself gently pressed against the broad chest. Tom's other hand went up to the side of Harry's bare neck beneath his hair, he felt the soft skin prickle under his touch as he used his long fingers to stroke against the back of the neck. With his thumb he directed the boy's chin upwards and their eyes interlocked once more. Emerald eyes were swimming with emotions and the king smiled a crooked smile. Harry found himself smiling back shyly, leaning into the touch around his neck.

Slowly the king lowered his head down and captured the boy's plump lips with his own. Their flavors met and the room was spinning. The scent of cologne that was coming from the king's skin was absolutely intoxicating and there was no way to describe the taste of another man's lips. The grip around Harry's neck tightened, and a wet tongue parted the boy's lips, tasting him in a way he could never remember being tasted. A surprised moan escaped Harry's lips and he arched his body into Tom's. The king, encouraged by the gestures, slipped his available arm around the boy's slim waist, noticing how it wrapped perfectly into the arched curve.

Harry ran his shy fingers up the king's clothed arms, feeling the bulging muscle beneath the fabric and giving into the urge to put more pressure into his caressess. The hardness of the king's muscles made Harry groan into the kiss. Tom pulled him even closer, digging their bodies tightly into each other as Harry's hands trailed over the man's strong shoulders and latching onto his neck. Their mouths worked passionately against one another and Harry's tentative tongue was exploring, tasting and licking.

Feeling overwhelmed by the situation Harry pulled back from Tom's lips, taking in the king's dazed eyes. He trailed a finger over the lips he had just been kissing in trance before letting it fall back and rest on Tom's broad shoulder. He felt himself heat up under the king's lustful eyes and tore his eyes away, staring down at where their chests were tightly pressed against each other. He let out a soft laugh and wiped the back of his hand against his wet lips, basking in the afterglow of his first kiss. It had been daring and exciting. He placed a cool hand against his burning cheek and smiled into his palm, still refusing to meet the king's eyes. Emerald pools were twinkling merrily.

The hand around his neck was burning hot and the pad of the king's thumb turned his head up. Before he knew it, the hot lips were once upon his own in a smoldering kiss. Harry smiled against Tom's lips, kissing back gently. He turned his head away and pressed himself against the king, resting his face in the crook of his long neck. The scent of cologne tickled his nose, and the skin was warm against his bruised lips.

A hair tangled into his long hair and pulled his head backwards. Demanding lips captured him. The hand around his waist trailed down to the small of his back, causing his lower body to be pressed against the king's crotch. Harry yelped, his heart pounding against his chest, the heat in his stomach growing overwhelmingly. He felt the king's height dip slightly and something hard was griding into his hip. Small hands began to push against the broad chest, not feeling ready for that kind of intimate contact. The hand against the small of his back was more demanding, moving Harry's body to meet Tom's thrusts.

"Tom.." Harry breathed out once his lips were free from the king's ministrations. He gasped as a wet mouth latched onto his neck, sucking and biting his delicate skin. The hand in his hair moved down once more to his neck, using it to tilt the boy's head to the side. "Tom." Harry tried once again in his breathless voice, trying to squirm away from the seeking tongue and pushing back against the demanding hand on his back.

"Too much clothes.." The king spoke in a husky voice between kisses against the boy's neck.

"No!" Harry said a little louder, composing himself and using more force against Tom's chest. "I mean.. stop it!" The king ignored his words, instead walking them both in a backwards direction that caused Harry to stumble in the king's grip. He felt his knees meet the edge of a bed and he fell backwards with Tom's weight on top of him.

With a small 'oomph' Harry's back met the soft bed and for a second he thought that Tom had stopped. A pair of strong arms wrapped around the boy and effortlessly lifted him up towards the headboard and pushed his body upwards untill his head collided with a soft pillow. Lips were once again upon him, tasting his warm tongue in slow strokes. Harry relaxed into the heavenly soft bed and sighed in content as fingerd glided along his sides, sneaking under his shirt to tease the prickling skin.

"Feels good, does it not?" Tom asked in his deep voice, breathing hard against the side of Harry's face and putting more pressure behind his touch; rubbing Harry's thin stomach with harsh strokes. Harry pushed himself up onto his elbws, succesfully causing Tom to lean backwards.

"Yes.." Harry gasped, his neck tingling and his arms shaking. "But I think we should stop now.." He trailed off, biting his lip. The king was looking at him through clouded eyes and gently bit down on Harry's lower lip.

"Do not fret, my love." He said, between pecks on the swollen lips. "I would never do anything to hurt you, just relax." One hand was putting pressure on his chest, forcing him back onto the bed as the other arm went around one of his legs. With one hand on the inside of the boy's thighs the king pulled the leg to the side, using his knees to assist the parting as he settled down between the spread thighs. He groaned into Harry's mouth as their parts made contact through the fabric of their clothes. With both of his large hands Tom gripped the boy's hips and began pushing his lower body against Harry's clothed crotch. The king's heavy, thick belt jingled and pressed into the boy's skin awkwardly with every thrust. It was way past Harry's enjoyment by this part and the boy found himself lying still on the bed, being used by the king's lips and body.

"You are so beautiful." Tom groaned, biting into Harry's shoulder and pushed all of his weight into the slight boy. Hands went down to fumble with the belt buckle but Harry quickly pushed the hands away, letting the man grind his clothed member against him but not daring it to go further. Tom made another attempt to rid himself of the heavy belt, but his hands were once more swatted away by Harry. Letting out a frustrated growl, Tom slid his arms under Harry's body, grabbing his arse tightly and lifting the boy's lower body off the bed to match his grinding, starting to move faster and harder.

The king was breathing heavily against his neck and his movement became irregular before his breathing choked up and a loud grunt errupted from him. The sound of Tom riding out his orgasm made something stir within Harry despite it all. Tom finally relaxed against him, resting his weight on top of the younger male. He took deep breaths and placed a soft kiss on Harry's cheek.

"I have truly missed this." He said and flipped down on his back next to the boy. Harry lay on his side, staring up at the tall, handsome man breathing hard next to him. His lips were open and his eyelids shut, dark lashes resting against his tan cheeks. The boy hesitated before leaning his weight over the king, kissed him on his mouth and slowly lowered himself back onto the bed, this time curled against the king's strong side with his face buried into his shoulder. Tom opened his eyes and a lazy smirked appeared on his lips, causing Harry to blush.

Tom worked one arm that was pressed beneath Harry's weight underneath the boy's slim body and tucked it gently under his head. Harry smiled at the action and out of nowhere raised his own arm to rest it over the king's slim stomach. A thrill shot up his spine, he could feel the hard muscles through the thin cotton of Tom's shirt. He avoided Tom's intense stare and instead looked down at the place where their hips were pressed together closely. His face was burning and his heart was pouding hard against his ribcage, he couldn't ever remember feeling this comfortable. The closeness of another warm body made his skin tingle and his heart seemed to yearn for that unconditional love that Tom was offering him. If this was true love, then he would not let anything get in the way.

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