Seduction of Darkness
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
65,282
Reviews:
247
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Draco's Wrath
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter, and I am NOT making any money off this story.
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 17
Draco’s Wrath
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The Dark Lord groaned miserably as he wrapped his arms around himself, burying his head into the silk sheet of his bed. The cloud, made by his own anger, had disappeared and had left his Veela senses fully activated. He panted as he struggled to keep the tears from escaping his eyes. Every cell in his body was aching painfully and his heart was jumping .His stomach was in knots, and his head was aching. His entire body tingled, aching to touch his mate, and was aching to sooth him.
The Dark Lord tensed himself, and put another locking charm on his bedroom door. He forbid himself to try to find Harry and then beg him to forgive him like a love-sick puppy. If Harry didn’t care about him, he wasn’t going to throw himself at Harry’s feet.
Voldemort drifted into uneasy sleep, unconsciously reaching out and hugging his pillow, wishing it was Harry in his arms.
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Harry clentched his eyes shut, turning around on his bed. His back was aching. He kept his eyes shut.
He saw a blurred figure in the darkness. The blur came closer and closer, became clearer and clearer until the image turned into a red-eyed man, smiling sincerely at him.
Harry gasped out loud, and jerked his eyes open. The green canopy moved slightly in the air, as he stared at the ceiling, panting. He turned to his side, and curled to a small ball. He was unable to stop his tears from flowing, his whole body shook as he cried.
Harry cried himself to sleep, and dreamt of the man that he loved was in his arms.
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Draco frowned as he woke up, and wrapped the blankets around himself as he turned in his bed. He knew something was wrong with Harry. He wasn’t as cheerful as he used to be, no matter how hard he tried to act normally. He could see that there was a something like sadness and despair shining from behind his emerald eyes.
He remembered the day his father had talked to Harry. Harry seemed like he felt better. From that day on, his father had always had a slight frown on his face, and was more quiet than usual. Harry seemed to be more comfortable around his father, and often smiled weakly at him.
Draco scowled as the thought of Harry and his father dating entered his mind. No, Harry wouldn’t betray the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord is a veela, and he knew that Harry loved Voldemort deeply.
Draco knew that he was Harry’s best friend. He had known something was wrong the moment Harry appeared at the Manor. He had waited patiently for Harry to confess, not picking at the subject because he didn’t want to push Harry.
But Draco couldn’t stand secrets. He couldn’t stand the secret that was right in front of him, and he couldn’t seem to grasp it.
Draco got up from his bed quickly, determined to find out what was happening.
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Draco stopped in front of Harry’s bedroom door, and exhaled deeply. He put his hand on the door knob and hesitated for a second before slowly turning and pushing the door open. The door opened with a soft squeak, and Draco stepped into the room.
Harry was curled into a tight ball in the blankets, facing away from him. Draco frowned, and walked to the other side of the bed. He gasped soundlessly as he saw Harry’s puffy eyes, cheeks covered with tear tracks.
Draco extended his hand and touched the blanket. Harry sniffed in his sleep. Draco took his hand back quickly, and took a step back away from the bed. He slowly moved away from the bed, and exited the room quietly, thinking it would be better if he talked to Harry later.
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Harry shifted uncomfortably as the sunlight reflected from the windows and hit his face. He groaned, and dragged his eyes open. His eyelids felt extremely heavy. He found that he couldn’t open his eyes all the way. His eyes were dry and his head hurt.
He got slowly up from the bed and stumbled to his closet. Harry grabbed some clothes carelessly, and walked slowly, swaying slightly towards the bathroom.
Harry closed the bathroom door slowly, and shifted his eyes to look at the mirror. His eyes were puffy and red; there were tear tracks on his cheeks. He looked horrible.
Harry groaned and buried his hands in his hair, with his elbows resting on the verge of the sink. He closed his eyes again. After a few minutes, he could feel himself slipping into sleep again.
Harry jerked awake before he fell asleep and inhaled sharply. He turned his head, trying to find out what woke him.
Draco stood in the doorway, scowling slightly at the sight of Harry. Harry froze, staring at Draco through the mirror. Draco’s eyes shifted to Harry’s eyes and his eyes softened, although his scowl hadn’t changed.
Harry stood in front of the mirror, watching Draco’s eyes move through the mirror.
“Don’t tell me there is nothing wrong,” Draco finally said after an awkward silence, “I’m not stupid.”
“Draco,” Harry whispered, and closed his eyes again; “It’s nothing. Really.”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
“Don\'t’ you fucking dare tell me that!” Draco nearly shouted, “What do you think I am? An idiot?”
“Draco…” Harry said weakly.
“Don’t you dare try to argue!” Draco growled. “I am your best friend! I thought you’d tell me everything…”
Harry remained silent.
“I just don’t want you to get mad.” Harry said after a while.
Draco looked confused.
“What? Get mad? At who?” Draco demanded. “Did you do anything wrong? Did anyone hurt you? I’m going to kill whoever…”
“Never mind.” Harry muttered before Draco could finish. He moved towards the door and tried to slip past Draco.
“No!” Draco said, putting his arm on the door frame, successfully blocking Harry’s way. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”
Harry stood at the doorway, his eyes glued to the floor. He knew he had no choice but to tell Draco. Draco can be a little rough when he really wants something. What is he going to tell him? That Voldemort raped him and threw him out of the Manor?
A knot formed in Harry’s throat again. His eyes started prickling, watering themselves slowly. Within 30 seconds, a tear made its way down Harry’s cheek.
“I…” Harry tried to talk, but choked. He sniffed.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice became soft. There was a tinge of concern. “What’s wrong? Tell me. I’ll make it all better. I promise.”
Harry choked again.
“He doesn’t want to see me anymore.” Harry whispered pathetically.
“Voldemort?” Draco asked, shocked.
Harry looked surprised that Draco could say his name.
“Yes.” He said quietly.
“But I thought you were his mate…” Draco stuttered.
“I am,” Harry whispered again, and more tears flowed from his eyes.
“He couldn’t have said…” Draco started.
“Yes he could!” Harry suddenly screamed. “He just did! Apparently I mean nothing to him!” Harry sobbed quietly, “I mean nothing to him.”
“Harry…” Draco stepped forward and drew Harry into his arms. “It’ll be fine. He’ll realize what he had been missing and come back to you. I promise.” Draco whispered, running his hand up and down Harry’s back.
Harry didn’t seem to be listening to Draco. He sobbed violently into the crook of Draco’s neck, his body shaking violently with the force of the sobs.
“Sh…” Draco lifted Harry up easily and they both sat down at the couch. “I’ll be fine.”
“H…he h…hates me!” Harry wailed.
“He doesn’t mean that,” Draco said softly, still petting Harry’s back. Draco often thought that hell would freeze over before he would defend Voldemort, but today was the day. “He was just angry.”
Harry cried in Draco’s arms for over half hour before Draco felt his sobs subside and his breathing become even again. Draco picked Harry up again, and placed him on the bed.
Draco pulled the blanket on top of Harry, and tucked him in carefully before charging out of Malfoy Manor. He would find Voldemort and find out what caused the Dark Lord to be so cold to his own mate.
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Draco growled as he pounded on the Dark Lord’s chamber door. Now, if he was a Death-Eater he would get an Arvada Kedavra instantly. Draco, however, wasn’t afraid of Voldemort.
Draco growled. He gripped his wand and was about to blast the door off it’s hinges when the door slammed open, revealing the Dark Lord.
“Malfoy!” Voldemort barked, his face twisting into a scowl, “do you have a death wish?”
Draco glared back.
“You,” he growled in a low tone, stepping forward so they were face to face, “and I, have to talk”
Draco pushed past Voldemort, and entered the Chamber. Voldemort closed his eyes, turned around, and slammed the door back closed with such force that the glasses in the room shattered, falling onto the floor.
T.B.C
A/N
I am soo sorry that I haven’t updated this for…ever! I’ve been really busy lately…but I will try to update more frequently.
OMG!! For those who read the story Milk is My Sugar and absolute loved it – the Author, Michael Serpent, is dead!!! OMG!! That is sooooo sad!! I just got this from my beta, Catherine Siviter… *sobs*
But don’t worry, he found a person to continue the story though.
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 17
Draco’s Wrath
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The Dark Lord groaned miserably as he wrapped his arms around himself, burying his head into the silk sheet of his bed. The cloud, made by his own anger, had disappeared and had left his Veela senses fully activated. He panted as he struggled to keep the tears from escaping his eyes. Every cell in his body was aching painfully and his heart was jumping .His stomach was in knots, and his head was aching. His entire body tingled, aching to touch his mate, and was aching to sooth him.
The Dark Lord tensed himself, and put another locking charm on his bedroom door. He forbid himself to try to find Harry and then beg him to forgive him like a love-sick puppy. If Harry didn’t care about him, he wasn’t going to throw himself at Harry’s feet.
Voldemort drifted into uneasy sleep, unconsciously reaching out and hugging his pillow, wishing it was Harry in his arms.
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Harry clentched his eyes shut, turning around on his bed. His back was aching. He kept his eyes shut.
He saw a blurred figure in the darkness. The blur came closer and closer, became clearer and clearer until the image turned into a red-eyed man, smiling sincerely at him.
Harry gasped out loud, and jerked his eyes open. The green canopy moved slightly in the air, as he stared at the ceiling, panting. He turned to his side, and curled to a small ball. He was unable to stop his tears from flowing, his whole body shook as he cried.
Harry cried himself to sleep, and dreamt of the man that he loved was in his arms.
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Draco frowned as he woke up, and wrapped the blankets around himself as he turned in his bed. He knew something was wrong with Harry. He wasn’t as cheerful as he used to be, no matter how hard he tried to act normally. He could see that there was a something like sadness and despair shining from behind his emerald eyes.
He remembered the day his father had talked to Harry. Harry seemed like he felt better. From that day on, his father had always had a slight frown on his face, and was more quiet than usual. Harry seemed to be more comfortable around his father, and often smiled weakly at him.
Draco scowled as the thought of Harry and his father dating entered his mind. No, Harry wouldn’t betray the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord is a veela, and he knew that Harry loved Voldemort deeply.
Draco knew that he was Harry’s best friend. He had known something was wrong the moment Harry appeared at the Manor. He had waited patiently for Harry to confess, not picking at the subject because he didn’t want to push Harry.
But Draco couldn’t stand secrets. He couldn’t stand the secret that was right in front of him, and he couldn’t seem to grasp it.
Draco got up from his bed quickly, determined to find out what was happening.
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Draco stopped in front of Harry’s bedroom door, and exhaled deeply. He put his hand on the door knob and hesitated for a second before slowly turning and pushing the door open. The door opened with a soft squeak, and Draco stepped into the room.
Harry was curled into a tight ball in the blankets, facing away from him. Draco frowned, and walked to the other side of the bed. He gasped soundlessly as he saw Harry’s puffy eyes, cheeks covered with tear tracks.
Draco extended his hand and touched the blanket. Harry sniffed in his sleep. Draco took his hand back quickly, and took a step back away from the bed. He slowly moved away from the bed, and exited the room quietly, thinking it would be better if he talked to Harry later.
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Harry shifted uncomfortably as the sunlight reflected from the windows and hit his face. He groaned, and dragged his eyes open. His eyelids felt extremely heavy. He found that he couldn’t open his eyes all the way. His eyes were dry and his head hurt.
He got slowly up from the bed and stumbled to his closet. Harry grabbed some clothes carelessly, and walked slowly, swaying slightly towards the bathroom.
Harry closed the bathroom door slowly, and shifted his eyes to look at the mirror. His eyes were puffy and red; there were tear tracks on his cheeks. He looked horrible.
Harry groaned and buried his hands in his hair, with his elbows resting on the verge of the sink. He closed his eyes again. After a few minutes, he could feel himself slipping into sleep again.
Harry jerked awake before he fell asleep and inhaled sharply. He turned his head, trying to find out what woke him.
Draco stood in the doorway, scowling slightly at the sight of Harry. Harry froze, staring at Draco through the mirror. Draco’s eyes shifted to Harry’s eyes and his eyes softened, although his scowl hadn’t changed.
Harry stood in front of the mirror, watching Draco’s eyes move through the mirror.
“Don’t tell me there is nothing wrong,” Draco finally said after an awkward silence, “I’m not stupid.”
“Draco,” Harry whispered, and closed his eyes again; “It’s nothing. Really.”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
“Don\'t’ you fucking dare tell me that!” Draco nearly shouted, “What do you think I am? An idiot?”
“Draco…” Harry said weakly.
“Don’t you dare try to argue!” Draco growled. “I am your best friend! I thought you’d tell me everything…”
Harry remained silent.
“I just don’t want you to get mad.” Harry said after a while.
Draco looked confused.
“What? Get mad? At who?” Draco demanded. “Did you do anything wrong? Did anyone hurt you? I’m going to kill whoever…”
“Never mind.” Harry muttered before Draco could finish. He moved towards the door and tried to slip past Draco.
“No!” Draco said, putting his arm on the door frame, successfully blocking Harry’s way. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”
Harry stood at the doorway, his eyes glued to the floor. He knew he had no choice but to tell Draco. Draco can be a little rough when he really wants something. What is he going to tell him? That Voldemort raped him and threw him out of the Manor?
A knot formed in Harry’s throat again. His eyes started prickling, watering themselves slowly. Within 30 seconds, a tear made its way down Harry’s cheek.
“I…” Harry tried to talk, but choked. He sniffed.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice became soft. There was a tinge of concern. “What’s wrong? Tell me. I’ll make it all better. I promise.”
Harry choked again.
“He doesn’t want to see me anymore.” Harry whispered pathetically.
“Voldemort?” Draco asked, shocked.
Harry looked surprised that Draco could say his name.
“Yes.” He said quietly.
“But I thought you were his mate…” Draco stuttered.
“I am,” Harry whispered again, and more tears flowed from his eyes.
“He couldn’t have said…” Draco started.
“Yes he could!” Harry suddenly screamed. “He just did! Apparently I mean nothing to him!” Harry sobbed quietly, “I mean nothing to him.”
“Harry…” Draco stepped forward and drew Harry into his arms. “It’ll be fine. He’ll realize what he had been missing and come back to you. I promise.” Draco whispered, running his hand up and down Harry’s back.
Harry didn’t seem to be listening to Draco. He sobbed violently into the crook of Draco’s neck, his body shaking violently with the force of the sobs.
“Sh…” Draco lifted Harry up easily and they both sat down at the couch. “I’ll be fine.”
“H…he h…hates me!” Harry wailed.
“He doesn’t mean that,” Draco said softly, still petting Harry’s back. Draco often thought that hell would freeze over before he would defend Voldemort, but today was the day. “He was just angry.”
Harry cried in Draco’s arms for over half hour before Draco felt his sobs subside and his breathing become even again. Draco picked Harry up again, and placed him on the bed.
Draco pulled the blanket on top of Harry, and tucked him in carefully before charging out of Malfoy Manor. He would find Voldemort and find out what caused the Dark Lord to be so cold to his own mate.
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Draco growled as he pounded on the Dark Lord’s chamber door. Now, if he was a Death-Eater he would get an Arvada Kedavra instantly. Draco, however, wasn’t afraid of Voldemort.
Draco growled. He gripped his wand and was about to blast the door off it’s hinges when the door slammed open, revealing the Dark Lord.
“Malfoy!” Voldemort barked, his face twisting into a scowl, “do you have a death wish?”
Draco glared back.
“You,” he growled in a low tone, stepping forward so they were face to face, “and I, have to talk”
Draco pushed past Voldemort, and entered the Chamber. Voldemort closed his eyes, turned around, and slammed the door back closed with such force that the glasses in the room shattered, falling onto the floor.
T.B.C
A/N
I am soo sorry that I haven’t updated this for…ever! I’ve been really busy lately…but I will try to update more frequently.
OMG!! For those who read the story Milk is My Sugar and absolute loved it – the Author, Michael Serpent, is dead!!! OMG!! That is sooooo sad!! I just got this from my beta, Catherine Siviter… *sobs*
But don’t worry, he found a person to continue the story though.