Seduction of Darkness

Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.

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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 11
The Riddle Manor
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“Tom.” Harry moaned as hot kisses trailed down his neck. He tangled his hands in Voldemort’s hair and pressed his groin against Voldemort’s, grinding slowly. He gasped as his cock rubbed against Voldemort’s hard length. Lips abandoned his neck and crashed down to his mouth. Harry opened it when he felt Voldemort nibble his bottom lip. Tongues tangled with each other, dancing sensually.

Voldemort pushed Harry against the nearest wall, and placed his knee between Harry’s legs, pinning him successfully, grinding desperately against Harry’s thigh.

“Harry,” He gasped, breaking the kiss in order to breathe. He groaned as Harry snaked his hands down and grabbed his ass.

Harry felt like he was going to explode. He held himself back, wanting to feel more. He rolled his head to rest on Voldemort’s shoulder, exposing his neck. Voldemort took the chance and begin to nibble the spot behind Harry’s ears. He trailed down Harry’s neck once more, stopping at the junction where the neck and shoulders met, and bit down. Harry gave out a silent scream and bit Voldemort’s neck in pure bliss. Voldemort sucked till he left a red mark.

“Tom,” Harry gasped, panting heavily, “I can’t hold…I’m going to…”

Voldemort pressed his leg forcefully onto Harry’s hard cock and gave Harry’s a searing kiss. Harry gave out a muffled scream and came against Voldemort’s leg. Voldemort continued to grind his cock on Harry’s thigh. He was so close.

He broke off the kiss and looked down at Harry. He was still affected by the aftermath of climax; his eyes were half closed, darkened with desire and ecstasy. His head was thrown back against the wall and his lips were bruised and swollen. Harry opened his lips slightly and continued panting.

“Harry!” Voldemort gasped as the sight of Harry sent him over the edge. He was seeing sparks in his eyelids as he came harder then he ever had done in his life.

Harry dropped his head onto Voldemort’s shoulders again, shaken by the climax. They stood there for a while, until Harry finally came to his senses and looked up into blood red eyes.

“That,” he gasped, “was amazing.”

Voldemort smiled and kissed Harry softly.

“We definitely should do that more often.” Voldemort waved his hand over himself and Harry. “Scourgify.”

“So,” Harry looked around the room. He was in a great hall with lots of portraits; all of them looked like Voldemort. Well, the male ones. “Where was I going before I got attacked by a sex maniac?”

Voldemort chuckled. “Come on, we’re almost in the living room.”

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Downstairs in the dungeons, Ron was just waking up. He looked around. Almost everyone he knew was here. He really hoped Harry would hurry up and save him. After all, he was the saviour of the Wizarding World. And that was the main reason that he had befriended him.

He didn’t know much about Hermione and everyone else, but he could never get enough of Harry’s fame. He admitted it was fun to be a celebrity’s best friend. He could pick up the fame. Being famous and a hero was his dream. Just like what he had seen in the mirror of Erised.

He had been thinking for days. Worrying, actually. What if Harry had gone dark? Then everything would go wrong. But Harry had helped them, hadn’t he? That didn’t explain why Harry was living in the Manor instead of the dungeons.

“Remus,” he whispered. Remus turned his head around to face him. Everyone had been quiet lately. He guessed that they all had a lot of thinking to do. “Do you think Harry’s gone dark?”

Remus answered almost immediately.

“No.” He answered harshly. “Harry would never, NEVER help that bastard.”

“Remus!” Molly scolded him. “Do not use such language in front of the children!”

Ron rolled his eyes.

“But what if he threatened him? What if he said that if Harry didn’t join him he’d hurt us?” Ron asked, looking worried.

Silence.

“Weasley, we all know that whether Harry joins The Dark Lord or not, we will get hurt, or possibly, killed.” Moody said hotly.

Ron thought about that for a while. Harry knew that, right?

“Why isn’t he here?” Ron said quietly, “If You-Know-Who wanted to threaten Harry to join him, then Harry should be here, with us.”

“Do you think You-Know-Who forced Harry to be his slave?” Hermione whispered.

“Slave?” Ron made a face, “I don’t think he needs anymore house-elves.”

“No! Are you really that dense? I meant a sexual…kind of slave!” Hermione shouted, but turned it to a whisper in the end.

Ron looked down. It actually hurt to hear that Hermione thought he was stupid. He wasn’t stupid. He was just…slow…sometimes. It was probably the dungeon’s fault. He really liked Hermione…fine…he loved her. Since forth year, actually. It was really frustrating that Hermione just wouldn’t get it. Everyone had been expecting him and Hermione to be a couple. Get married, have a few children.

“I bet Harry was on the Dark Side all along!” Ron murmured harshly. After all, it had been nothing but danger for Hermione. And himself.

“Ron!” Hermione kicked her chains, although it looked like she wanted to kick Ron. “Listen to yourself! You are his best friend! How could you just turn on Harry’s back like that?”

Ron looked down slightly and turned red.

“Mr. Weasley, I assure you that Harry has not betrayed us in the past.” Dumbledore said solemnly.

“How do you know?” Ron couldn’t help but ask.

“Ron!” Hermione interrupted again, she hissed at him.

Dumbledore’s eyes stared into Ron’s. There was always something mysterious about those icy blue eyes. Ron couldn’t look away. He found those eyes alluring.

“Albus, you shouldn’t read people’s minds without their permission.” Molly said angrily. Obviously she didn’t like Dumbledore reading her son’s mind, no matter how disappointed she was with Ron.

Ron gasped loudly and forced his eyes off Dumbledore’s. He desperately tried to remember if he had felt anything weird.

“Is that how you knew Harry wasn’t dark?” Ron asked carefully, avoiding Dumbledore’s eyes.

Dumbledore sighed.

“Yes. I apologize, Mr. Weasley.”

“It’s alright.” Ron answered automatically.

“Look Ron, I don’t know why Harry’s staying in the Manor, but I trust him. He’s been helping us during the past few days,” Hermione said confidently, “And he said he would get us out of here. I trust him. He WILL get us out of here.”

I hope so. Ron thought silently.

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\"Wait.\" Harry tugged Voldemort in the other direction as they made their way to the living room. \"Who\'s that?\" He pointed to the Portrait that stood out in the middle of the wall. The frame was pure gold and silver, and it was the biggest one in the room.

\"Salazar Slytherin.\" Voldemort rolled his eyes and pointed to the small letters on the bottom of the frame. \"Are you sure you don\'t need glasses?\"

Harry ignored Voldemort’s comment and turned to look at Salazar. He had long black hair that reached to his shoulders, red eyes, and high cheekbones. His skin was pale and he had a tiny smile on his lips. On his shoulder was a shiny silver and green snake. She was dozing off, wrapped around Salazar’s neck.

“Hello.” Salazar said when Harry came near. “A new Death-Eater, Tom? He looks young.” He scanned Harry over, looking for any imperfections.

“Actually, he’s my mate.” Voldemort answered politely, a hint of venom in his voice.

“Ah…I always forget that you were adopted.” Salazar’s smiled faded, although his face still looked sincere. He turned to look at Harry again.

“You’re very lucky, Tom.” Salazar said softly.

“Thank you.” Voldemort bowed slightly before tugging Harry along with him.

“What was that about?” Harry quickened his steps to catch up with Voldemort.

“Contrary to popular beliefs, I am not so fond of Salazar Slytherin.” Voldemort answered curtly.

“Why not?”

“I don’t trust him. He’s selfish. Although he does have respect for Veelas.” Voldemort murmured. ()()Especially the Royal Veelas.()() He added silently.

“He looked nice to me.” Harry remarked.

“That’s what he wants you to think.” Voldemort grabbed Harry’s hand and pushed the double doors open. “Shall we continue your tour?”

“Wow.” Harry’s eyes widened as he stepped into the living room. The room was made from entirely black marble with a huge fireplace. The couch, loveseats, and armchairs were all made in expensive black leather and surrounded a black oak coffee table. The table legs were silver snakes intertwined around each other, with gold tints over their bodies.

“It’s beautiful.” Harry said, still shocked. “Don’t you think it’s too…black?” He frowned.

Tom chuckled. “Well, I never had the time to redecorate. I think I like it just the way it is. I never spend much time in here anyway.”

Harry walked by the couch and trailed his finger down the table leg.

“I like these snakes.” Harry said softly.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

“I think I just turned Harry Potter into a Slytherin.” He said unbelievingly.

Harry laughed.

“The sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin. But I refused.”

Voldemort was shocked. No one had ever, had a choice in which house they were going to be in. It was the sorting hat’s job to decide, and the hat didn’t allow anyone to argue with it, let along refuse.

“You refused the sorting hat?”

Harry plopped onto the couch.

“Yes. It said I had a choice.”

“It said you had a choice?”

Harry nodded.

“Why didn’t you choose Slytherin? Not good enough for you?” Voldemort pretended to be angry.

Harry chuckled.

“No, it’s just that my first friend, Hagrid said you were in Slytherin and you were evil, no offence, Ron said Slytherin was evil…I didn’t want to be in a bad house, that’s all.”

“I AM evil, Harry.” Voldemort said. “I think Slytherin’s the best house in Hogwarts.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, every Slytherin says that.”

Voldemort smirked.

“True.”

At that moment, Wormtail rushed into the room.

Harry growled at the sight of Wormtail and threw himself at him.

“You!”

“Harry!” Voldemort shouted, grabbing his mate around the waist and locking him in his arms. Harry was flailing in his arms.

“You betrayed my parents! LET ME GO!”

Wormtail looked surprised and cringed at Harry’s yelling.

“Harry! Calm Down!” Voldemort yelled. Harry was pretty strong. “Wormtail.” He growled, “I’ll hear what you have to say later. Stay out of my sight!”

“Y yes, My Lord.” Wormtail squeaked in fear and scrambled out of the room.

Harry slumped in his arms as soon as Wormtail was out of sight.

“Why?” He whispered, “Why did you let him go? I hate you!”

Voldemort could feel a sharp pain in his chest as Harry finished the sentence.

“Harry, I’m sorry that you couldn’t kill Wormtail today. But I promise I’ll let you later, okay? He’s useful to me at the moment.” Voldemort said apologetically.

Harry turned his head and looked up to him.

“Promise?”

Voldemort smiled. “I promise.”

“I’m sorry for being harsh. I didn’t mean it when I said I hated you.” Harry looked down to the floor.

“It’s okay.” Voldemort sighed happily as the pain subsided.

“I thought there wasn’t going to be anyone around?” Harry asked.

“I never thought Wormtail would visit…Do you think we should tell the Death Eaters about us?” Voldemort turned to nuzzle Harry’s neck.

Harry sighed.

“Just your most-trusted.” Harry replied, and turned for a kiss.

“I guess I should listen to Wormtail now.” Voldemort murmured after the kiss. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Harry smiled. “Just a little tired. I’m going back to my room for a nap. See you later.”

Voldemort planted one last chaste kiss on Harry’s lips before walking out of the room to find Wormtail.

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“Well?” Voldemort spat.

“Lucius Malfoy is here to see you, sir.” Wormtail whimpered. Voldemort groaned mentally. What did Lucius want now?

“Crucio!” Voldemort pointed his wand at Wormtail. “That, was for interrupting me earlier.”

Wormtail got up from the floor as the spell ended.

“My apologies, my Lord.” He squeaked again.

“Dismissed.” Voldemort waved his hand. Just as Wormtail was at the door, Voldemort called him back.

“Wormtail?”

“Y yes, My Lord?”

“Obliviate!”

A/N
Sorry this chapter couldn’t be longer! But I think you can handle this on the moment.