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Warnings: Alternate universe, tints of OOC-ness.

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"Harry, I'm home."

Tom entered the penthouse, exhausted but still looking pristine as always. He blinked his eyes when only Lucifer was standing in front of the door for him, but smiled at the cat nonetheless. He grabbed the cat gently by its nape and carried it in his arms to the living room. There in the spacious living room was his young boyfriend, headphones plugged in his iPod and a sharpie in his hand. He was sitting on the carpeted floor, using the coffee table as his working table and he looked focused in his task. Coloured papers were scattered on the floor and Tom suppressed the urge to sigh loudly.

"Harry, I'm home." He repeated with a louder voice, standing at the front entrance of the living room, and Harry blinked in surprise before he turned to look at him. The younger man exclaimed a soft 'oh' before he took off his headphones and grinned sheepishly.

"Tom!" He exclaimed, standing up on his feet and quickly approached his older lover. "I didn't hear you came in."

"Of course you didn't." Tom muttered under his breath, unheard by Harry as Harry took his briefcase and coat for him. Harry was acting like a perfect housewife – husband! Harry's nagging voice echoed in his head like the usual reminder, not that Tom cared, he owned Harry – as he went to the kitchen to get him coffee, and Tom promptly deposited himself gracefully on the leather chair.

Lucifer settled in his lap comfortably, enjoying Tom's long fingers caressing his fur, and Tom sighed softly. He eyed all the materials belonging to Harry on the floor, red eyes sharp as he wondered what was the man doing with all those.

Since the last incident where Tom tried to sabotage Harry's fledging career by hiding his offer letter as a kindergarten teacher, Harry had been nothing but suspicious of all his words and actions. Tom got it, he was a little unreasonable at that time but it definitely does not entitle Harry to inflict such cruel punishment of no sex for two weeks, and he had to write to the kindergarten to issue a new letter on Harry's behalf.

He definitely did not deserve that.

And now that Harry was a kindergarten teacher, their whole penthouse was used as Harry's store of glitters and coloured papers. Tom always wondered what he did with all these, his teacher never used all these things to teach him.

"That's because you're home schooled." Harry's voice could be heard clearly from the kitchen.

Tom thought he must be very tired to have spoken his thoughts out loud.

"Yes, you are. Here, I'm reheating the lasagna in the oven so wait for a bit."

Tom rolled his eyes as his boyfriend came into view and placed a cup of coffee in front of him. He accepted it gratefully with a 'thank you' and took a sip. Lucifer stretched out in his lap before he settled down again to sleep. Harry sat down where he was before Tom got home and continued with his task but this time leaving his headphones off.

The headphones had been one of the 'apology gifts' from Tom and he felt a bit better to see that Harry enjoyed it, although the young man did scold him for wasting so much money on Harry.

"I'm making alphabet cards for the kids." Harry said all in a sudden, and Tom felt his eye twitch. He didn't ask that and he had no intention to know whatever kindergarten-related stuff Harry was doing.

(That was a lie but Harry didn't need to know that.)

However, Tom just nodded his head and continued sipping on his warm coffee. Harry made his coffee better than his mother. Tom wondered if both of them would love to meet each other one day.

('One day' meant an indeterminate day that will be at least in 10 years' time, but both Harry and his mother didn't need to know that too.)

Harry was totally oblivious of his boyfriend's thoughts as he continued with his explanation, a happy grin clear on his face.

"The kids love colourful cards. I thought I'd make few pictures of things for each alphabet. Now that I'm reaching 'T', I hope I can show them to the kids by tomorrow!"

Tom suffered in silence.

"And you know what, Tom? The Weasleys are very nice people. They actually invited me to stay for dinner after the centre is closed for the day, but I thought it was a bit impolite to bother their family dinner when I've been working there for only one week. Looking at how big the kindergarten is, I thought it was crazy for them to still be so happy and fresh after a long day of work. A lot of kids from other countries are sent there and one of the parents told me that the Weasleys are good in their business. I really hope I can live up to their expectation-"

Tom gently ran his fingers through Lucifer's slightly matted black fur. He should give the cat a bath but tomorrow he had a flight to take to London. His week was not going well and it was only Monday.

"-T. What do you think about 'T', Tom? I got Train and Telephone."

Tom blinked his eyes when Harry abruptly turned to look at him. The smell of lasagna wafted deliciously in the air – homemade by Harry and Tom was forever grateful the younger man cooked better than his mother – but the way Harry slowly grinned at him almost made him shiver.

Almost.

"… Truck?" Tom tried slowly, exhaustion was wearing him down and the now empty cup of coffee in his hand looked so tempting to be filled again. Harry's bright green eyes darted from him to Lucifer in his lap before at him again.

Tom's eyes twitched.

"Don't you dare-"

"Tom-"

"Harry!"

"-Cat. Tomcat. Oh God, Tomcat!" Harry laughed out loud as he wrote down the word on the card and Tom had to control himself from attacking his boyfriend. Lucifer gave him the stinkeye for failing to defend their dignity from Harry's game of stupid alphabet cards and Tom sighed loudly.

"Okay, fine. Do whatever you want." Tom muttered frustratedly and it somehow managed to stop Harry from his laughter. The young man looked at him with confused eyes but his grin was still on his face. Tom couldn't help himself but to smile as well.

Harry would be the death of him, one day. He just couldn't stop falling for the green eyed man.

"Why do I even put up with you?" Tom sighed again, as Harry set his work down and slowly crawled towards him. He could feel Harry's cheeky grin against his jaw as the younger man ungracefully pushed Lucifer off him – the cat gave them both his unimpressed glare but they were too involved with each other to even acknowledge his presence in the room any longer – and settled himself down on Tom's lap.

"Because I'm pretty?" Harry tried, tilted his head to the side and batted his eyelashes with faux innocence. Tom rolled his eyes at Harry's act, but his hands grabbed Harry's ass in a firm grip.

"That's just a bonus. I keep up with you because of this. This ass."

Harry laughed at his answer before he wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Tom groaned at the way Harry's fingers entwine in his hair and pulled Tom even closer with a hard tug. His own hands tightened their grip on Harry's waist and Tom wanted so much to just devour his boyfriend, sex him up until he forgot his own name-

"Ding!"

Harry pulled away from him, breathless and his lips swollen red by their rough kiss. He grinned at Tom again, kissing him once more before he slowly raised himself up, kneeling in front of Tom and his hands on Tom's shoulders. The mafia leader looked up at his boyfriend, couldn't help his own smile as Harry leaned forward and rested his forehead against his.

"I'd really love to continue, Tom, but our dinner is ready." He murmured under his breath and Tom closed his eyes as he pressed a kiss against Harry's temple.

"All right."

He wanted to say 'I love you' but he didn't think it was a good idea, seeing how comfortable they were right now. It could just ruin the whole moment.

Harry pushed the strands of hair on his forehead and gave a loud peck there, before he moved away from Tom. Tom watched as the younger man proceeded to take out the lasagna from the oven. He looked like he belonged there, with Tom and inside Tom's home. Tom shook his head slightly and frowned at his own thoughts, before he stood up from the couch. While Harry was busy readying their meal, Tom went to their bedroom to take a shower. He needed some time to clear his mind, and he was sticky with sweat anyway.

Because contrary to popular belief, torturing people does take some toll on the one who did the torturing.

"Hey." Harry smiled at him when Tom entered the dining room later. Tom was wearing a simple v-neck white t-shirt and a pair of loose black pants. He smirked as he kissed Harry as his response, drinking in the way Harry whimpered into their kiss.

"Hmmm…" Harry exhaled dazedly when he pulled away and Tom ruffled his already messy dark hair. Harry swiped his hand away, trying to look annoyed but failed because his smile continued to stay on his lips.

Tom looked at their dining table and about to make some dirty comment on how nice to have Harry as dinner instead when his red eyes caught sight of something that wasn't there before.

Something that wasn't supposed to be there at all.

"Who gave you the rose?" Tom turned to look at Harry, eyes narrowed as he watched his lover took his seat at the table. Harry looked up at him, before he looked at the single red rose in a small vase he had put in the middle of their dining table.

"Oh, that." Harry smiled fondly at the rose and Tom felt something inside of him about to break out.

It felt like an ugly green-eyed monster.

"A kid gave it to me. He's just this small 5-year-old blond, but very smart and charming." Harry laughed at the description and Tom's green-eyed monster brought up plans on how to murder a certain kid and places to dump the body afterwards.

"What's his name?" he asked instead, and Harry, oblivious to his reaction, started to dig into his food. Tom grudgingly took his seat as well because he was so hungry, but he wanted to get a name, so that he could keep a track on the kid.

"Draco." Harry grinned happily and Tom almost choked on his lasagna. But he was a graceful man and graceful man did not choke on bloody food-

"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" Tom asked, red eyes sharp and Harry made a face at his question.

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"His father, Lucius Malfoy, is one of my men."

Harry blinked his eyes in surprise, before he smiled happily. "Tom, that's great! I mean, I thought you're the kind of mafia leader who doesn't give a damn about his men but you actually acknowledge them and their family as well! You never speak of them but this is nice, I mean, really Tom? That's just really good."

Harry smiled at him as if Tom had hung the moon himself for Harry, and Tom hm-ed as he ate his lasagna.

"Actually I got to know that because I saw a picture of the Malfoys in their car. Right before I drove that car off a cliff."

Tom continued to eat his food and paid no mind to Harry's blank face.

"How are you still here?" he could almost hear the vein pop on Harry's forehead but he let another smirk appear on his face as he looked at his lover.

"I'm immortal, that's why." Harry gave him a levelled look and Tom proceeded to go back to eating his meal. "Now, about that kid. Why did he give you a rose?"

He tried to ignore the pained noise Harry made at his nonchalant question and his lover gently reached forward to touch the rose petals. He smiled again as if he was thinking of something and Tom took a sip of his drink (his green-eyed monster roaring in the background).

"Yesterday, some kids from a different class bullied him into giving away his swing when it was play time. He fought them and injured his knee. I came to his rescue and told the other kids to play nice and let him stay with his swing. I mean, he got it first so that counted, right? And just because he's small, that doesn't mean the older kids get to bully him. I reported their behaviour to Mrs. Weasley. And today, surprisingly, he came and gave me this rose once I got inside the classroom." Harry laughed as he retold the story and Tom couldn't help but to smile as well. Harry was good with children and Tom wondered whether it was because he was a bit childish himself.

"He was this quiet kid, but he is very smart for his age. And he got this strong personality, regardless of his size."

Tom nodded at Harry, his eyes on the red rose but he felt at ease knowing everything was good for his lover. Harry chuckled softly, continued to eat his meal and Tom had to stop himself from sighing when he remembered that he was to leave with Hermione to London tomorrow.

"Harry, I'm going to be away for four days starting tomorrow. My flight is around noon." He informed the younger man and Harry nodded his head, but a pout was starting to appear on his lips. It was a normal occurrence for Tom to leave in such short notice but the younger man always told him how worried he was when Tom had to be away.

Since Tom refused to involve Harry in his dirty business, Harry always felt he was being kept in the dark. Tom's clean business, however, was a multi-billion dollar multinational corporation, handled solely by his mother in New York and Tom had to do all her non-important work for her. It was tedious, but at the same time it allowed Tom to handle their mafia family business. His mother bestowed the title of Head of the family Mafia to him and Tom remembered how excited he was when the formal ceremony was done. It was still a question on why his mother wanted to continue their family's mafia line but it gave Tom chances to beat the shit out of people. So Tom didn't really care about that.

"All right, just take care of yourself. Promise me that." Harry said at last, frowning at Tom and Tom had to stop the weird fluttery feeling in his stomach from going out through his throat and mouth, and say 'I love you' to his lover. He tried to smirk instead as he looked back at Harry.

"Yes, dear."

"Mister Potter, I got this for you."

Harry blinked his eyes in surprise when a certain familiar blond kid stepped in front of him. He was holding onto an exquisitely wrapped box and Harry had to stop a gasp from escaping him.

"Draco," He smiled, uncertainly, while Draco looked up at him with big, but stubborn grey eyes. He refused to move his offering away from Harry, although his teacher tried his best to lower down his hands. He was practically shoving the box into Harry's face and damn if the present didn't look expensive.

"Umm… What do you have for me? You know that you don't have to buy me anything." Harry tried again, but finally he relented when Draco started to pout at him. The blond kid murmuring something about happiness in broken English mixed with Italian and Harry let him pour all of his adoration for him.

At the end of it, Harry had to pull the blond child into a small hug, laughing when Draco hugged him around the neck.

"Thank you for the present, Draco, but next time no more of this okay? I am more than happy to be your friend, there is no need to give me presents." Harry smiled at the young boy and Draco gave him a rare toothy smile. It still looked arrogant on the small boy.

"No. I will give you more. Tomorrow too!"

Harry inwardly cringed at the way Draco wrapped his small arms around him tighter after saying that.

"There is no need for that, Draco. Come on, it's nap time." Harry rose from his kneeling position but then the small hands managed to grab onto the front of his shirt and held him still. Harry blinked his eyes at Draco, and gave a small smile.

"You want me to carry you to the nap room?"

Draco nodded his head and Harry carefully lifted him up in his arms. They left the classroom to go to the nap room, where all the other kids were already getting ready to nap on their own makeshift but comfortable beds.

Harry was about to put Draco, who had been clinging tightly onto him, down onto his own bed, when he heard the blond boy murmur into his ear.

"Later when I am big and strong, I will make Mister Potter my wife."

"Again?"

Tom glared at the bouquet of flowers he saw on top of the dining table. Harry only hummed from his position on the living room couch, one hand holding onto a tube of chocolate mint ice cream and another absent-mindedly petting Lucifer in his lap. His attention was given solely to the television that was screening his favourite late night cartoon, since Tom had messaged him earlier not to wait him for dinner.

Tom who had just returned from London stood in the entrance of the dining room, his left eye twitched in annoyance at the offhand response.

"Who gave it this time? It's the same boy?"

"Yes, Tom. If you're done making a fuss on such things, I've already drawn you a warm bath. Better be quick before the water gets cold."

"A fuss-" Tom whipped his head around (so fast it almost gave him whiplash) to glare at his boyfriend – who was still watching the television as if this flowers-given-by-someone-to-Harry-who-is-not-Tom issue was a fuss! – when Harry tilted his head to look at him as well.

"And then we can cuddle here since I miss you so much." The green-eyed kindergarten teacher smiled innocently at his older lover, causing Tom's anger to dissipate as quickly as it came. Harry seemed to realize his tactic has succeeded, because he turned his attention back to the television with a grin on his face. However, Tom only managed to inwardly sigh at how easily he could give in to his lover nowadays, as he loosened his necktie and abruptly made his leave to their bedroom.

Later, when the two of them were cuddling – sitting closely together, Tom quoted because Tom Marvolo Riddle does not do cuddles – on the couch, Tom pressed his nose against Harry's soft but messy dark locks lovingly. He had missed the young teacher in the three days he was away from him, and by the way Harry was leaning heavily into his arms, he knew Harry felt the same. His long fingers ran themselves across the small of Harry's back, eliciting a soft gasp from the younger man.

Tom inhaled the sweet scent that was Harry, mouthing a soft kiss against his left temple. Harry had his glasses on this time, rather than abandoning them for a pair of contact lenses like how he always did. Tom stared at the old spectacles, wondering whether Harry would accept it if Tom were to buy him a new pair.

"I know what you're thinking Tom. No."

Tom raised an eyebrow and let a smirk appear on his face.

"Oh, really? How?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Tom's question although he was facing the large plasma TV instead of Tom. His hands were firm against Tom's right arm that was wrapped around his middle.

"I can just feel it when you think of wanting to buy me things. You got that one look, as if you were scrutinizing me and imagining me wearing things that you bought. It's annoying."

Tom huffed against Harry's black locks, nuzzling his nose further into Harry's wild mess of hair and tightened his arm around his lover's body. Harry didn't refuse his advances, instead he looked like he wanted Tom to be even closer to him. It was adorable in a Harry-ish sort of way.

But Tom was being Tom and there was no such thing as we-shouldn't-argue-about-this when Harry was being a stubborn little shit.

"Oh? So the roses are fine but when it comes to me buying you things, it's annoying."

Harry pulled away from his embrace so quickly Tom almost didn't see him doing it. But he was looking back at Tom with wide green eyes full with disbelief, his mouth gaping open as if he was speechless and Tom felt a vein throb on his temple.

"See? So I am right."

"What the hell, Tom?!" Harry lashed out at him all in a sudden and Tom sat down straighter. Oh he would need a lot of patience to win this argument because by the looks of Harry's reddening face, the younger man would explode spectacularly like a volcano once Tom said the wrong word.

Well, I'm not the one at fault here, Tom gritted his teeth and tried not to fist his hands into balls in his lap. Doing so would reveal too much of his emotions and dealing with that when it came to Harry was never a good thing. Harry, on the other hand, was still staring at him with wide eyes and red face, waiting for Tom's response to his question.

"Stop accepting presents from other people, Harry."

Harry gaped and Tom twitched.

"Tom… what the hell, Tom? You're jealous? Draco is a kid! He's 5 years old!"

"Yes, and years to come he won't be 5 anymore."

"He's a kid!"

"Not for long."

"What? Tom, are you even listening to yourself right now? You're being jealous of a kid."

"I told you, he won't be a kid forever."

Harry was at the brink of tearing his hair off his head, and Tom crossed his arms on his chest. This argument was futile but Harry must be reminded of his place, Tom inwardly seethed with the ugly big green monster he refused to acknowledge, and he would win this no matter what Harry threw back to his face.

"You know what, I think you need some time to cool off before we can talk about this like adults." Harry gritted his teeth at him, hand angrily grabbing his tub of ice cream and Tom felt his own jaw drop.

Running away from this argument? Oh oh, not so fast.

"No!" Tom grabbed his arm and he watched as Harry's eyes widened again in surprise. But Tom didn't see it coming when Harry pushed his hand away and hissed at him. Harry's green eyes were bright and sharp as they glared at the older man.

"…"

Both of them stood still in the middle of the living room; the sudden, and intense, atmosphere suffocated Tom and Tom wished he could just crush Harry into a myriad shards of broken bones.

Too bad he was wrapped around Harry's finger too much for that.

(Hermione called him 'whipped' once, but now was definitely not the best time to bring this up.)

Harry let out a heavy and controlled breath, causing Tom to ball his hands into fists.

"We'll talk about this later…" Harry said through gritted teeth, pausing when Tom retaliated like a defeated lion, snarling quietly at his lover, "…and you're sleeping on the couch tonight with Lucy."

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you now, Tom."

Hermione tried her best not to make any desperate measure attack at her boss, who was currently eyeing a kindergarten centre for international students, like it held something that belonged to him.

Well, it probably did, considering that Harry Potter was working there.

The two of them were now inside of Tom's black sleek car; parked not far from the main entrance of the well-known kindergarten. Tom was sitting at the driver's seat and Hermione was next to him, since she was dragged out from her apartment at 5 am by Tom. Hermione made a conclusion from the crazed look in Tom's eyes and the way Lucifer was giving them a stink eye from the backseat of the car that Tom and Harry were now having their first, serious-but-still-can-be-fixed-by-sex fight.

"Be quiet, Granger. You're exposing my disguise." Tom snapped at her while continuing to stalk the kindergarten. The dark haired Mafia leader was wearing his pair of expensive black shades, the window of the car on his side was rolled down enough for him to watch the place, and enough to not revealing him to the public.

Hermione withheld a deep sigh of irritation.

"Why am I even here?"

"To help me go through the kindergarten. Do you think they would let me in so easily? Harry probably have told them about me. That I'm a crazy Mafia Boss trying to kill a kid with the last name Malfoy."

Tom turned to look at her, lowering down his shades so that his sharp red eyes met her browns.

Hermione leveled him with the most unimpressed look she could muster considering her lack of sleep.

"Isn't that what you're trying to do?"

Tom shot her back with an almost-snort. "Exactly. And that is why you are here."

'Do you even know how ridiculous you sound now, Marvolo?'

Hermione thanked God that gifted her with the ability to deal with stupid people, bullshit, and her crazy nut of a Mafia Boss.

"Tom," she turned in her seat to look at him, ignoring Lucifer's pissed off meowing behind them, "Did you even sleep last night? You didn't get to rest much when we were in London, did you?"

Tom rolled his eyes at her, but his voice held a small tone of petulance when he returned his attention back to the kindergarten.

"Sleep is for the weak."

It was 7.50 am and many parents came to send their children to the centre. Harry himself had arrived at the place sharp at 7 am – his cellphone on his ear and his face scrunched up in an adorable frown – and by the phone calls that Tom had received (but refused to answer) around the same hour, Hermione knew that the young teacher must had felt concerned for his boyfriend.

Tom had called her to get ready around 5 am (she was sleeping, for God's sake she missed her bed!), picked her up from her apartment (in which Hermione had to shoo Lucifer into the backseat and got scratches on her hand because of it) and the two of them had been there ever since then. The reason why Tom wanted to come there was to wait for Draco Malfoy to come and destroy the little lover stealer.

Hearing Tom's response to her question, Hermione had to close her eyes, counted to five, and forced a smile on her face.

She knew it made her look psychotic, but nothing can make her feel less than insane when she had to deal with Tom directly.

"You know what? It's almost 8. I think we missed him. You want to go in now?" she asked Tom slowly, and Tom didn't even look at her as he turned off the car's ignition.

"That would be the wisest decision for now, Granger."

When they entered the kindergarten's ground, it was actually Tom's first time seeing the place with his own eyes. Before, it would be just Harry showing him pictures, while telling him stories about the students and the workers there. Although the place was just a 10 minutes walking distance from their building apartment, Tom never actually realized its existence until Harry told him about it. Tom also never really found it important for him to like the place; because if Harry felt happy being there, Tom would feel happy for him as well.

The kindergarten centre reeks of expensiveness; the modern buildings, the up-to-date materials and instruments, and the people. Tom saw the cleaner just now; they even have their own customized uniforms.

If it was a week ago, Tom would have given his approving nod, and his 'Not bad' smirk.

But now?

Now this place was making him irritated. Having spoiled kids that didn't know boundaries, and workers who couldn't even take care of their own people. Tom had decided to leave Lucy in the car with one window rolled down a little for air, because he knew how vicious kids could get with animals. He refused to see a demonstration of it on his Lucy. Hermione had followed him with the look on her face – the one that said she deserves the latest pretty trenchcoat at Burberry for having to deal with his shit – but still, followed him nonetheless.

Then, right before Tom could made his grand appearance to the people, a redhead came and stopped just right in front of him.

"Hello." The tall redhead smiled warmly, thick English accent apparent in his Italian, "May I help you, Sir?"

Tom looked at the man with a blank stare. He could also feel Hermione standing stiff right behind him, probably thinking whether to be a good woman or a bad woman at the moment; their location really made it hard for her to choose her persona now.

"I'm looking for a child." Tom stated slowly, trying to sound as casual as he could while wearing his all-black suit attire, and with a gun hidden inside of his jacket.

The redhead stared back at Tom, but his face showed his confusion.

"A child?"

"Yes, I need to see one particular child. Short, blond, pointy nose. Adorable child. I need that child for my convenience."

The redhead only blinked his eyes at him, and Tom couldn't see Hermione facepalmed herself behind him.

"Can you get me the child? His name is Draco Malfoy. I want him. I also need to bring him back to my house for some activities with my people."

The redhead looked even more uncomfortable, at the same time, alarmed.

Tom wondered if he couldn't actually understand Italian that much. So he decided to get it through him using his mother tongue.

"Can you get me a child named Draco Malfoy-"

"Tom," Tom felt a hand slap him upside his head, and he turned to glare at his right hand woman, "just stop, stop please, just – STOP."

Hermione looked like she was choking on her own breath and Tom could only raise an eyebrow at her.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Hermione's look of disbelief was clear on her face, and the confused redhead between them could only stare some more.

"Seriously, Tom? Seriously?!"

"Tom?"

The three of them turned to look at the new intruder, as one Lucius Malfoy stood at the entrance of the kindergarten with his son next to him. Tom's eyes went from the father to the son, and a smirk appeared on his face. The child visibly gulped, and his grip on his father's hand tightened.

Lucius.

Why Tom didn't ask Lucius for his son in the first place?

'Probably because if you asked him from his father, who was also your follower, you would need to give your excuse, which was totally, totally did not scream 'Scary Mafia Leader'.'

"Tom." Hermione spoke his name next, a small warning tone on her voice, but Tom gave her no regard as he made his way gracefully towards the family. Lucius looked confused but Draco reacted differently like how Tom thought he would.

The little brat actually stood his ground, and glared up at Tom with a look of distaste on his face.

"So this is the infamous Draco Malfoy." Tom stated with a smirk on his face, his chin tilted up a bit to show his superiority to the child, and causing Lucius to go into a splutter. Tom didn't mind about him, though, he just wanted to see the one kid who actually managed to get his lover's attention from him.

"My name is Draco Malfoy." The blond brat talked back to him, his head tilted up, giving him an arrogant air, making Tom wanting to get his little neck around his fingers and just snap it into two oh God, "And you must be Mister Tom, the Cat."

A vein popped on Tom's forehead.

"Who taught you that?" Tom tried to keep the smirk on his face and not looking like a psychotic serial murderer, he really tried.

Lucius spluttered some more nonsense and Hermione facepalmed herself again behind his back.

"Mister Potter." Draco replied, and Tom felt a headache slowly forming at the back of his head. Perhaps coming here to deal with the blond kid wasn't actually his wisest choice. Too much stupidity hurts his brain and knowing that he brought all these onto himself, he had no one else to blame now.

"Look, kid," Tom looked back at the child, didn't even bother to kneel down so that at least they could see each other eye to eye, "I'm here to tell you that Mister Potter is off-limits, because Mister Potter and I are going to get married one day. And Mister Potter," at this, Tom smiled his best 'Look if I give a fuck' smile, "doesn't love you as much as he loves me."

That would probably be the worst kind of thing a person can tell a child.

Especially when the child's father was there, the child's teacher was there, a woman with motherly instincts was there, and of course, the child itself was there.

But Tom was Tom, and Tom wouldn't give a damn when all he needed to do was to destroy that one Draco Malfoy.

However.

"Mister Tom."

Tom blinked his eyes when Draco didn't seem to waver by his words. To make it worse, the blond child took a step closer to him and his grey eyes looked determined. This boy was certainly not the kind of boy Tom had in mind when Harry told him stories about Draco. Draco here, standing right in front of Tom, looked like a competitor.

A challenging competitor.

"Mister Tom, I'm not scared of you. Mister Potter told me that he loves me, so I'm not scared of you at all."

There was deathly silence for a moment.

Hermione was looking at Draco as if he was an alien; her eyes wide and her mouth gaped slightly. Lucius was pale; he looked like he was stuck between laughing and strangling his own son to death. Draco was still staring at Tom with the same look in his eyes; determination and stubbornness. Tom felt like he could just commit homicide in the kindergarten centre right at that moment.

(The redhead still looked confused though.)

"What?" Tom hissed unbelievably after a minute passed by. Lucius was quick to grab onto his son, protecting him in an embrace of a panicking father. Tom was about to reach out, hold onto Draco's little, fragile head, and crush it, when he felt Hermione's hand halting his action. The firm hold his right hand woman had on his wrist to stop his intention made him wanted to murder something.

"Granger." Tom turned to glare at her, but she only tilted her head slightly to her left and quietly murmured words escaped her lips.

"Potter's coming."

Tom fisted his hand that was still hanging in the air between him and Draco, and tried to calm himself. He gave Lucius a narrowed, nasty glare instead.

"Take care of your spawn, Malfoy." He reminded Lucius quietly, though the words burned as scorching as his red eyes. Lucius, fortunately, managed to stutter an apology to Tom. And perhaps the reason why Tom wasn't so hard on Lucius in the first place was because Lucius' wife, Narcissa, was one of his favourite wielders.

Tough luck, Lucius.

"And you didn't see me here this morning, Lucius. As well as your son." He ordered quietly to Lucius some more, and turned to look at Hermione again.

"Let's go, Granger." Tom ordered and made his leave by gracefully swishing his black trenchcoat, making his way out through the main gate like the reputable Mafia Boss he was. Hermione rolled her eyes behind him, but she managed to give a short nod to Lucius first, and then turned to look at the tall redhead next to her.

"Sorry about the interruption, I will make sure it won't happen again." Hermione politely said to the young man, and she watched as he turned as red as his hair.

"Err, it's no big deal actually,"

'Trust me, boy, it's a big deal.'

"But anyway, I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." He introduced himself instead with a warm and friendly smile; his hand offering a handshake to Hermione as well. Hermione couldn't help it but to blush a bit as well.

"Nice to meet you, Ron," from the corner of her eye, he saw Harry's figure approaching even closer from where she had seen him walking from another building a few minutes before. Thinking that she should just follow the plan Tom had told her before – in which Harry should not know what happened this morning – she picked a pen from Ron's pocket and quickly jolted down her number onto Ron's palm instead.

She felt the redhead blushing even worse and smirked to herself as she returned back the pen to its owner.

"Next time we meet for coffee, I'll tell you my name," she grinned back at Ron and watched the redhead gape in surprise. Probably he didn't expect Hermione to be so direct.

But well, working as a Mafia didn't actually give you enough time to woo something traditionally.

Easy example; Tom and Harry.

Hermione quickly but gracefully made her way out as well; her ears caught Harry's voice asking what was going on and all. She could see it from her distance that Tom was already in the car, murmuring words to Lucifer with a serious expression on his face as if he was talking about another man trying to steal Lucifer's mom – well, someone probably was, but that didn't make Tom any less than insane –.

Now that the result of the confrontation was out from the box, Hermione could only hope that Tom would no longer think it's wise to have a tug of war with a 5-year-old.

(But you wish, Hermione, you wish.)

"Tom?"

Tom heard Harry even before his lover entered his study, but he couldn't have it in him to respond to Harry. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Harry closing the door and leaned against it. He was frowning but at the same time, concerned. Tom proceeded to read his paperwork, deciding that if Harry wanted to say something to him, he was allowed to take as much time as he needed.

"Tom?"

He heard his lover call him again after a few minutes, and Tom sighed softly.

"Yes, Harry?"

He looked up from his work, and Harry bit his lower lip as he slowly approached his older lover.

"I'm sorry." The green-eyed teacher stated slowly, as if he was scared that Tom would lash out at him. Tom frowned a little; if he was not mistaken, Harry was the one who got so angry at him and Tom was the one who had to sleep on the couch for the last two nights. Where was Harry trying to go with this?

"I'm sorry?" Tom replied instead, his red eyes narrowed into a sharp glint and Harry hurried in going around his mahogany table to stand next to him on his chair.

"I said I'm sorry… I know I shouldn't take presents from Draco in the first place, and you have the right to get angry. But I didn't think you'd get so jealous over it. And you had this crazed look on your face, it… it irritated me. And you scared me too." Harry explained quietly, causing Tom to blink his eyes at him.

Wait, what?

Harry was scared of him?

"Harry." Tom turned in his seat to face his lover, who was still standing, and carefully cupped his cheeks. "You know I'd never hurt you. You know that." Tom hissed at him, half angry at Harry and half angry at himself.

He should have better control of himself on the night they argued. So the problem wasn't actually based purely on Draco Malfoy. In the end of it, Tom actually turned out to be the problem as well.

Tom stared at Harry as the younger man nodded his head meekly, but a small, nervous smile was present on his lips. Harry leaned to press a kiss on Tom's forehead, and Tom's hands found themselves holding onto Harry's waist on instinct. His nose pressed against Harry's collar and Tom just had to inhale the scent of his lover like how a fish take into water.

Tom missed Harry so much it was unexplainable beyond words.

He felt Harry's arms wrap around his neck tightly, and Tom placed butterfly kisses along Harry's long neck.

"So… does this mean I'm forgiven?" he heard Harry's nervous laughter against the top of his head and Tom just had to roll his eyes at the question.

"I was never even mad at you in the first place, Harry," Tom murmured onto his neck, and pulled his lover onto his lap. Harry yelped in surprise but easily adapted onto the new position; kneeling with one knee in between Tom's opened thighs. He ran his fingers through Tom's black hair and kissed him deeply on his lips.

Tom responded to him as passionately, his grip around Harry's waist tightened even more.

Once they pulled away, Tom leaned his forehead against Harry's chest, and took a deep breath. His eyes closed and he felt Harry laugh against his temple; sweet and gorgeous. A small smile carved onto his own face as Tom pressed another kiss, this time loving and tender, against Harry's beating heart.

Tom thought that he had won this a long time ago; a long time ago even before Draco Malfoy came into his life. He had won Harry James Potter many times; when he woke up from sleep and Harry kissed him good morning, he won; when he was having a bad day and Harry wrapped him in his arms to calm him down, he won; when Harry kissed every scar that he had before he went to sleep, he won.

Each and every time Harry looked at him with his green eyes filled with adoration for Tom, Tom knew he had won Harry and Harry had won him over as well.

So the response that he got from Draco Malfoy yesterday should not piss him off much now, right?

Yes. Draco Malfoy could not piss him off anymore. Not even a little.

(Or maybe, not for now. But that's for another story, okay?)

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P/S: I seriously have an idea where I am going with all these continuous oneshots, I just hope that I can finish it before I died. :l

Next to come; the three words. :D

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