Seduction of Darkness

Disclaimer – I only own the plot.

((Harry’s thoughts))

()()Voldie’s Thoughts()()

Oo(Draco’s Thoughts)oO

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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – MadeWithLemons and Sarah Spray
Chapter 10
The Talk, The Prisoners, and Draco
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Harry woke up with a headache. His whole body was sore and weak.

((If my muscles could talk, they’d be screaming)) he thought and rolled over, hoping to get to a more comfortable position. He buried his face in silk sheets and sighed softly. He reached his arm to his side to get his glasses from the side table. He barely stopped himself from screaming as he felt skin instead of the smooth surface of his glasses.

((Where am I?))

Memories slowly made its way back to Harry’s head.

((Shit! Why do I keep forgetting I don’t need my glasses anymore?))

Voldemort stirred.

((Aw, no. I woke him up. Wait a minute. Why is he IN MY BED?))

Arms tightened around Harry.

((Oh God, please tell me we didn’t do anything last night.)) Harry slowly moved his hand onto his thigh, and let out a silent relieved sigh as he felt the silk pyjama bottom.

Voldemort groaned and moved Harry closer to his chest.

Harry closed his eyes and evened out his breathing the best he could. He tried to relax into Voldemort’s oddly comforting embrace.

He felt Voldemort shift more against him. He had no choice put to press his forehead onto Voldemort’s warm, hard chest. Harry’s skin tickled, warning him that he was being watched. Fingers trailed down his arm, the touches so light his skin itched. Harry bit his tongue, preventing himself to giggle or scratch his arm. Voldemort’s hand brushed a strand of his hair away from his forehead and traced his scar gently.

((When did Voldemort become so…gentle?))

“Beautiful.” Voldemort murmured and lied back on the bed.

With a quiet pop, a house-elf whispered, “Lucius Malfoy is here to see you, sir.”

Harry’s scar tickled happily and sent out a shiver down his back as Voldemort’s lips pressed down on his forehead; despite his mind screaming in shock.

((He kissed me! The Dark Lord kissed me! The Evil, Insane Dark Lord just fucking KISSED me! Why, WHY did he have to be a Veela?))

He felt Voldemort untangle himself from Harry’s limbs and roll out of bed, closing the door with a quiet click.

Inside the room Harry opened his eyes, sank into his pillow and sighed in relief.

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Voldemort groaned and stirred as he woke up. He smiled at the figure lying in his arms with his forehead buried in his chest. One of Harry’s arms was draped around his neck.

()()I believe this is the best morning I’ve ever spent.()()

Harry was shirtless and curled around him. His Veela instincts were screaming at him, urging him to mate with the skin to skin contact.

Voldemort watched Harry’s chest rise and fall, and trailed his hand down Harry’s slightly muscular arm, enjoying the smooth skin. His fingers brushed a strand of soft, silky hair away before tracing the lighting mark that he gave Harry.

Voldemort gazed at Harry’s and found out that he could not take his eyes off him. Harry’s face was relaxed, his expression peaceful. His eyes were fluttering ever so slightly; his lips were slightly parted, sending out puffs of air as he exhaled.

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his mouth as he watched, enthralled by the rise and fall of Harry’s chest.

()()Why hadn’t I noticed his beauty before? I was an idiot trying to kill him…now I can have all of him. He would be mine, and only mine.()()

A quiet pop interrupted his gaze. He looked up from the bed and found a house-elf standing in the middle of the room.

“Master, Lucius Malfoy is here to see you.” The elf whispered, afraid of waking Harry up

Voldemort nodded and the house-elf disappeared.

He looked down at Harry again. Thankfully, the house-elf did not wake him up.

()()I’ve trained them well.()()

He carefully untangled himself from Harry, and pulled on a dark red robe. He couldn’t resist planting a soft kiss on Harry’s forehead before leaving the room and closing the door with a quiet click.

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Voldemort strode in the throne room, hiding his happiness with his big strides. Lucius was already standing in front of the throne as he settled in it, waiting patiently. Lucius kneeled at Voldemort’s feet and kissed his robes; a similar figure trailed behind him and repeated his actions.

“Lucius,” Voldemort drawled, “What brings you here?”

“I have brought my son, Draco My Lord, like you asked me to in the last meeting.” Lucius answered politely with his head slightly tilting towards his son.

“Ah…yes.” Voldemort leaned forward and scanned the young Malfoy up and down, calculating him before he leaned back in his chair again. “I believe he’s quite…close to Potter?”

Lucius’ eyes widened for a moment before the cold mask slipped back into place.

“My Lord, forgive me, I had no idea…” Lucius quickly apologized, and made a mental note that he would have to have a serious conversation with Draco when they get back.

Voldemort ignored Lucius’ apology, and turned to Draco.

“Draco?” He questioned.

“N…no, my lord.” Draco stammered.

Oo(I’m going to kill Harry if he survives. Look at the trouble he’s gotten me in! My father will kill me…I just hope I don’t die in here first.)oO

“Do not lie to me, Draco.” Voldemort hissed.

Oo(Shit.)oO

“Y…yes, My Lord.” Draco answered.

“The only reason,” Voldemort hissed dangerously, “That I’m not punishing you right now for lying to me is that you could be useful, Draco. But don’t make a habit of it.”

Draco shivered. “Yes Sir.”

“Lucius, you’re dismissed. I will call you again to escort Draco back to the Malfoy Manor.” Voldemort said in a low voice, never taking his eyes off the younger Malfoy.

Lucius was very confused. Why was his son useful to the Dark Lord? Draco was barely over 16 and had very little powers. Unless the Dark Lord wanted him to be his slave…Lucius mentally shuddered at that thought. Why did he not know that fact that Draco and Potter were close? He was worried and disappointed. He only hoped that the Dark Lord would not hurt his son.

“Of course, My Lord.” Lucius answered carefully, and disapparated from the throne room.

Draco stared at the spot where his father was standing seconds ago. He turned his gaze to Voldemort fearfully, and braced himself for the hex that he expected to come.

“Now, Draco,” Voldemort’s voiced changed from the angry hiss to drawl again, “You will go to the biggest room in the guest wings and deal with the person inside. I expect you to…” Voldemort frowned, “entertain my guest. Understand?”

Draco barely stopped his jaws from hitting the floor. He had survived from lying to The Dark Lord, only to be used to entertain a guest?

“Yes, My Lord.” Draco bowed again and made his way to the guest wings. Whoever this guest is must be an important person.

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Harry sighed as he pulled on a black robe by his bed. This morning is just so…odd. He found himself craving for Voldemort’s gentle touches. He spent the whole morning arguing with himself on the bed. He came to the conclusion that he would go along with this thing, as long as Voldemort…liked him and played gentle. He was craving for love and he knew it. He had dreamt of meeting his perfect mate and spending the rest of his life with his him.

He knew that he couldn’t possibly turn Voldemort from evil to Mr. Saint, but there were certainly advantages. It would put his life out of risk, for example.

He personally didn’t have a problem with Voldemort ruling the world. The only reason he desperately tried to kill Voldemort was because Voldemort tried to kill him, and he was a threat to his friends. Now with his friends, and the ones that he cared about off the hook, he had nothing to worry about.

A soft knock came from the door. Harry slid of the bed and stretched. Why was Voldemort back so soon?

He opened the door. “Back so…” He stopped when he saw Draco standing at the doorway with his head slightly bowed silver eyes as big as saucers. “Soon?” He finished shakily. Slowly a huge grin made its way to Harry’s face. “Draco!”

“Harry?” Draco whispered unbelievingly.

Harry rolled his eyes.

“No, I’m a Death Eater impersonating Harry Potter.” Harry sneered. “Of course it’s me. What are you doing here?”

Draco looked thrown back.

“No, no, what are YOU doing here?” Draco asked incredulously, “Oh, no, did The Dark Lord make you his slave?”

“What?”

“Okay, I know you’re under a lot of pressure now. It’s actually not that bad, you know, he is not entirely unattractive. Look at the bright side; at least he isn’t torturing you…”

“No…wait, Draco, I’m not Voldemort’s slave!” Harry said loudly.

Silence.

“Oh…then why are you here?” Draco asked, obviously confused.

Harry sighed. He knew he had to tell someone someday. He guessed this was coming.

“Um…Draco, I can trust you, right?” Harry asked, just in case.

“Duh.” Draco answered. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“But Draco, you can’t tell ANYONE, this is very important and…” Harry started ranting.

“Harry, I can’t exactly tell anyone when I don’t even know what it is.” Draco snapped impatiently. “Now spill.”

“Okay.” Harry took a deep breath. “Do you know about Veelas?”

“Veelas?” Draco asked, scratching his chin, “Those gorgeous creatures that cheerlead at a Quidditch Game and turn into birds when they’re mad?”

“Yeah…” Harry said uncertainly.

“What about them?”

“Do you know about Veelas and their…mates?” Harry asked.

“Harry, I might not like Hagrid but I am the second,” Draco grimaced, “best student in Hogwarts. I do listen to his ranting.”

“Um, okay, see, Voldemortisaveelaandimhismate.” Harry finished, slurring the second half of the sentence. He could feel a tinge of pink begin to colour his cheeks.

“Excuse me?”

“Um…” Harry’s blush became deeper, “Voldemort is a Veela and I’m his mate.”

Draco just stared at him. Then he started laughing.

“Real funny Harry. Now tell me the reason that you’re in this beautifully decorated room instead of the dungeons.”

“It’s true, Draco.” Harry admitted softly.

Draco stared at him some more.

“WHAT?” Draco shrieked, “Voldemort is a Veela? That’s absurd. Veelas are gorgeous creatures, Harry.”

“He is gorgeous.” Harry whispered.

“What?” Draco’s jaw dropped. “Oh God, don’t tell me you had a crush on Voldemort and made up all this Veela crap!”

“Draco! Have you even seen him? And I do not have a crush on Voldemort. Nor did I lie about the Veela stuff.”

“Oh God are you serious?” Draco said unbelievingly. Harry nodded. “But he is THE DARK LORD! You’re supposed to fight him! Harry, you REFUSED to talk about the fact that I am going to be a future Death-Eater when we were friends. Now you’re going to commit yourself to the Dark Lord just like that? He killed your parents!”

“He apologized.” Harry shrugged.

“He apologized,” Draco said incredulously, “And you forgave him? He just apologized?”

“Well, yeah.” Harry said, not knowing what the problem was.

“Oh God,” Draco breathed, “I swear, you’re not human. So you’re going to be in our side now?”

“Yes…no.”

“Harry, you can’t change Voldemort, you know that.”

Harry sighed. “I’m not trying to change him.”

“But you can’t shag him and be on the light side.”

“I’m not on the light side.”

“Then you’re on our side?”

“No. Well, kind of. I’m not going to kill people and stuff. But personally I have no problem with Voldemort taking over the World.”

Draco continued to stare at him.

“But what about Ron and Hermione?”

“He won’t hurt them.” Harry smiled happily, “He won’t do anything that upsets me. I’m his mate, remember? I’m his world.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

“So have you…bonded yet?”

“NO!” Harry shouted, the blush coming back. “We haven’t really done anything yet.”

“I still can’t believe you’re his mate. You’re arch-rivals!”

“I know.” Harry said softly.

Draco smirked and lied back on the huge bed.

“So what’s the soft side of the Dark Lord like?” Draco asked.

“Weird.” Harry answered honestly, “He’s like a love-sick puppy when he’s around me. Well, alone. I never imagined Voldemort like this.”

Draco pulled a face.

“Me neither. So that’s why he didn’t Crucio me when I lied to him.” Draco said to himself.

“You lied to him?”

“When he asked me if we were ‘close’, and I lied.” Draco shrugged. “You would too if you were me. He’s a little over-protective about you, you know.”

“We probably shouldn’t tell him that he had a relationship,” Harry said, “Let’s keep that to ourselves.”

“Yes, I don’t want to be ripped into a million pieces.” Draco agreed.

POP

“Mr. Malfoy, your father sends a message saying you should be going by now.” The house-elf squeaked. “He’s waiting for you in the sitting room.”

“Well,” Draco turned to Harry. “I probably should go.”

Harry smiled. “Thanks for coming. Don’t tell anyone about this conversation, okay? I assume that you’ll be coming here frequently?”

“Probably. Bye Harry!” Draco gave Harry a one armed hug before walking to the door.

“Bye.” Harry waved.

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Harry was frustrated. It’s funny how he was utterly happy in the last hour, and then became completely frustrated. He still hadn’t figured out a way to save his friends yet. They could be suffering in the dungeons right this moment. They were his friends after all, and he couldn’t leave them in the dungeons. He knew he had to help them.

“Twincky!” He called out to the only house-elf he knew.

“Yes Master?” Twincky replied after a silent pop.

“Can you get me the strongest healing potions and numbing potions? Bring me lots and lots of them.”

“Yes sir.” Twincky bowed and was about to pop when Harry asked.

“I trust you not to tell your master about this?” Harry asked gently.

“Twincky must tell her master your every move, Mr. Potter!” Twincky shook her head.

“You know,” Harry said slowly, “Just imagine how mad he will be when he found out that you slipped his biggest secret. Maybe he’ll give you clothes.”

Twincky paled.

“Please, Mr.Potter, I will not tell Master, please, anything but clothes!” Twincky pleaded.

Harry nodded. “As long as you don’t tell your Master about this.”

Twincky nodded before disappearing.

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Harry closed the door quietly, and tried not to make any sound with the bag that contained tons of vials. He was in a dark hallway that was connected to other hallways. He could only hope he can find the dungeons before someone find him.

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He stepped into the dungeons with a relieved sigh. The hall ways were surprisingly empty, although the Manor was huge. It had taken him at least 2 hours before he found the dungeons.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” Ron whispered in a corner.

“Well, I couldn’t just let my friends bleed,” Harry made his way to Ron and reached inside his bag and pulled out a healing potion and numbing potion. “Here, drink this.” He held the vial to Ron’s lips and poured the liquid down his throat.

“Ew.” Ron grimaced when he had finished drinking, “Snape made them. I know it.”

Harry laughed before he moved on to the next person.

Half an hour later he stood in the middle of the cell. The prisoners were completely healthy and pain-free. That didn’t stop the questions coming.

“Harry,” Dumbledore asked solemnly, “Why didn’t Voldemort allow the Death Eaters to hurt you?”

“Why aren’t you here, in this cell, with us?” Hermione asked.

“Did you join the Dark Side?” Ron spat.

“No!” Remus retorted, “He’ll never join Voldemort!”

“Then why…”

“Guys!” Harry said loudly. The arguing stopped. “I’m sorry but I can’t explain this right now, but I promise I’ll get you out of here safe, okay?”

“Harry,” Ron gasped, “You DID join you-know-who! It’s the only reason…look at you! Not a scratch!”

“Ron, I didn’t join Voldemort!” Harry snapped, and then sighed. “Look, he has some other plans for me, but I promise you’ll get out of here safe.”

Footsteps could be heard outside the dungeons.

“I have to go!” Harry whispered and then ran out of the cell, staying in the dark shadows.

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Voldemort knocked on Harry’s door. He was finally done with the planning; he needed to talk to Harry.

“Harry?” He called outside the door, “Open up.”

He stood patiently outside, waiting for a response. His panic grew when none came.

“Harry?” He pounded on the door, “Are you in there?”

Still nothing.

“I’m coming in!” He grabbed the doorknob and rushed in the room, it was empty.

“Shit,” He cursed. Harry just recovered from Nott and Bellatrix, what had he gotten into now?

“Twincky!” Voldemort snapped. He grabbed the house-elf like he did the first time Harry disappeared. “Where is Harry?”

“Um…” A voice came from the doorway. Voldemort dropped the elf and turned around. There Harry was, standing outside the door carrying an empty bag.

“Where were you?” Voldemort pulled Harry in the room and closed the door, “I thought the Death-Eaters hurt you again! Don\'t do that ever again!”

“I’m sorry.” Harry whispered. “I was just trying to get to the kitchens…”

“Why didn’t you call the house-elf?” Voldemort asked, taking the bag from Harry’s hands.

“I didn’t have my wand…”

Voldemort grabbed Harry by the shoulders. “And that is not a permission to leave your room! I never said you could wander around!”

“I’m sorry,” Harry bit back a wince as Voldemort shook him, tears forming up in his eyes.

Voldemort released Harry when he saw the tears threatened to fall.

“I’m sorry; I didn\'t realize that hurt you…” Voldemort said quickly, his insides cringed at the apology. So now he was going to apologize 2 times a day. Oh, joy.

“It’s okay.” Harry blinked back the tears, “It’s my fault, and I shouldn’t have left. I’m sorry.”

Voldemort sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, and Harry sat beside him.

“So did you think about what I said last time?” Voldemort asked softly, his Veela side shivered in fear at the thought of Harry rejecting him.

“Yeah,” Harry took a deep breath. “I think I’d like to join the Dark Side.” He closed his eyes. If he had imagined himself saying those words a month ago.

Voldemort smiled. His insides jumped for joy. Harry had forgiven him! He had a chance!

“There’s something you should know,” Voldemort broke the silence, “I’m not human.” He waited for Harry to stare at him in shock, or scream or do something. But all he did was smile.

“I know.” Harry said softly. “Let me guess, you’re a Veela and I’m your mate?”

Voldemort was taken back. How did he figure out?

“How did you…?”

“Oh, I figured it out.” Harry leaned back on the couch. “So do you turn into a bird when you’re mad?” He asked out of curiosity. He could just imagine Lord Voldemort turning into a bird right before his eyes. It would be hilarious.

“Fortunately, no.” Voldemort answered when he found his voice, “I’m…unique in our Veela clan.”

Harry laughed. “It would be funny to see you turn into a bird.”

Voldemort couldn’t take his eyes off Harry as he laughed. He was beautiful.

“You’re beautiful when you laugh.” Voldemort whispered.

Harry smiled. “Thank you.” Harry whispered back, unaware of Voldemort leaning forward towards him.

“I would do anything for you, Harry.” Voldemort was so close, Harry could feel his breath.

“Really?” Harry breathed. Seeing Voldemort this close turned him on.

“Really.” Voldemort confirmed before leaning in and pressing his lips over Harry’s.

The kiss was soft and gentle. Voldemort’s lips glided over Harry’s and Harry slowly responded. Voldemort traced Harry’s lower lip with his tongue. Harry opened his mouth, letting Voldemort’s tongue explore and dance with his own tongue. Voldemort tasted of Pineapples and other tropical fruits. He sucked on Voldemort’s tongue, wanting to taste more of the flavour.

Voldemort was glad when Harry opened his mouth. He glided his tongue over Harry’s and explored the wet, hot cavern. Harry tasted of vanilla and strawberries. Voldemort just couldn’t get enough of that sweet flavour. He moaned when Harry sucked on his tongue. He snaked his arms to wrap around Harry’s waist as Harry buried his fingers in his ebony locks.

They panted heavily when they broke the kiss; Harry rested his head on Voldemort’s shoulders and closed his eyes.

I would do anything for you, Harry.

Harry smirked. He had just found a way to save his friends.


A/N
OMG, I can’t believe I’ve typed up a chapter this long! Hope you enjoyed it. Special thanks to Catherine Siviter for betaing! Please leave a review.