Someone knocked at the locked door of the Griffyndor sixth year dorm but both Tom and Harry ignored it. In fact, Harry didn’t even hear it. Tom choose to not notify it. He was too busy running his hands on Harry’s tone bare chest to care about one of Harry’s housemate. His lover panting and whining under his ministration was so much more interesting and he wouldn’t let anything go between him and this delicious sight – Harry with his glasses askew on his nose, his cheeks red, his back arching from the bed and asking for more, more please ! Hell, he didn’t even care about the smelling dorm to begin with. As long as he had Harry for himself, he didn’t care where they were.