Seduction of Darkness

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, and I am not making any money off this fic.
From Chapter 17-
"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.

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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta -
Chapter 18
Apology
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Gripping his wand inside his cloak, Draco waved it quickly. The broken glasses crunched on the floor as Voldemort was pinned to the wall, immobile from shoulder and up. "You fucking bastard," Draco growled through his gritted teeth.

Voldemort frowned and tensed. He opened his mouth slowly and suddenly widened his eyes. He snapped his mouth shut.

Draco lowered his wand slowly. The glasses on the floor gave a sickening crunch as Voldemort slumped his shoulders and stumbled towards the bed. Draco's mouth tightened and he gripped his wand until his knuckles turned white. Grey eyes followed the dark haired man's every move.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Voldemort said softly, crimson eyes shone in the darkness, as if he was ready to rip the blonde apart.

Anger burned in Draco's stomach and blood rushed to his head. That man, Dark Lord or no, had no right to mess with Harry. He once had Harry in his arms. Harry was his and his alone. His feelings for Harry haven't changed since he and Harry went their separate ways. In Draco's eyes, Harry always beautiful and he always had a special spot in his heart. But Draco knew better than to do anything more than friendly after the breakup. They both knew that it was the best for them to remain friends.

"I don't understand," Draco said sternly, "Do you hate him that much to break the attraction that you have for him?"

Something flashed in those crimson eyes. The Dark Lord grimaced for a fraction of a second before returning to his emotionless state.

"I do not hate him," Voldemort drawled with an awkward hint in his voice.

Draco tilted his head slightly and stalked towards the Dark Lord. Glass crunched under his boots and echoed around the chamber. He stopped when he was within a few inches of Voldemort.

"You don't know what you are doing to him," Draco whispered, his voice trembled.

Voldemort tensed even more if that was possible.

"What has he ever done to you?" Draco raised his voice, although still shaky.

Voldemort's face twisted into a scowl and curled his fingers into a fist. But Draco wasn't about to take the hint.

"He didn't nothing to you and you had to Ra.." Draco stopped as the air in the room seemed to fold. The image of reality folded in waves and Draco turned around, looking frantically for a way out. Voldemort still stood in his spot, eyes blazing, and seem not to notice what was going on.

The waves slowed down and the whole room shattered like a mirror with a crisp, clean sound. Wood splinters from the furniture flew all around the room. Draco gasped in pain as a dark colored piece of wood flew by his arm and sliced through his flesh. Something grabbed him by the collar and pushed him towards the door.

"Get out," Voldemort growled, and threw Draco against the closed door.

Draco panted and reached up, grabbing the doorknob.

"You don't deserve him," He whispered before he slammed shut the door.

Inside the ruined chamber, the Dark Lord slid down the floor and cradled his head in his arms.

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Harry jerked awake in his bed, panting, and wondering what had woken him. The soft knock on the door reached him again, and he shifted his eyes to the door. He groaned and walked towards the door. He slammed the door closed as soon as he opened it, pressing his back against the wall as his heart skipped several beats.

"Harry?" a voice came from outside, and the door shook slightly.

Harry scooted away from the door and stared at it. He suddenly found breathing very difficult. He knew he had to face the person in the other side of the door. Wasn't that what you've been waiting for, sulking in the Malfoy Manor?

Moments later, the door slowly opened.

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Seeing his mate for the first time, Voldemort's heart leaped to his throat and he swore he could hear it pounding. He could feel desire spreading in his body, moving in his veins, urging him to claim his mate. Crimson eyes met with emerald, and a stab of pain seared through his chest at the site of those red-rimmed eyes. Thousands of words ran through his head, but none came out of his lips.

"Hey," Voldemort managed to get a word through his mouth after awhile.

"Hey," Harry croaked back.

Voldemort found himself kicking and beating himself up mentally.

"Can I come in?" Voldemort said awkwardly, shifting on his feet.

Harry nodded and dragged his eyes to the floor, breaking the eye contact.

Voldemort exhaled deeply and walked through the door, closing it behind him slowly, his eyes fixed on his mate. He didn't want to see Harry this way, with his head down and shoulders slumped. He knew what he had to do. But something held him back.

Harry closed his eyes for a brief second and raised his head slightly, looking at Voldemort almost...expecting something.

Voldemort’s stomach tied into a knot. What are you doing standing here, staring at him like an idiot? You are a Dark Lord. Act like one. Say something.

“I’m sorry.”

The words were blurted out so fast that it was almost gibberish.

Harry’s head snapped up and he met Voldemort’s eyes again.

“What did you say?” He asked, looking at Voldemort unbelievingly.

Voldemort took a deep breath and gathered up his courage.

“I’m sorry.” He said slowly, barely louder than before.

Harry frowned.

"Ok," he said slowly,"Is that all you have to say?"

"Harry," Voldemort took a step forward, "Listen to me..."

Harry scoffed.

Voldemort ignored the scoff.

"...you are my everything, Harry." Voldemort finished and held his breath. He was shocked when he met a pair of angry green eyes.

"Is that how you show it? By fucking me against my will? You, Tom Riddle, are the most disgusting person I've ever laid my eyes on."

All Voldemort thought at that moment was a comeback.

"Tell me, was Malfoy better than me?" Voldemort spat.

Harry stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"I bet you begged him like a little whore. Begged him to let you stay."

"Is that what you think of me? A whore?" Harry said bitterly, "Should have known that before I fell for you, Riddle."

Suddenly Voldemort's anger faded away. Before I fell for you. Did Harry really love him?

"Sorry." Voldemort muttered.

Harry sighed, and looked down at his shoes. The awkward silence was resumed.

"Why?" Harry asked after awhile, "You said you were never going to hurt me. You promised me."

“I know," the Dark Lord stepped forward slowly, and brushed his hand on Harry's cheek. "I'm sorry."

Harry managed a weak glare and tried to stop the tears.

"Do you trust me, Harry?" Voldemort asked softly.

Harry bit his lip. He knew that he brought this onto himself. He shouldn't have let the prisoners out. But they were his family. They supported and helped him through thick and thin. How could Voldemort not see that?

"How can I trust you again?" Harry replied after awhile.

Voldemort winced as something twisted sickly in his stomach.

I'll prove it to him, Voldemort swore silently.

A/N

…I’m SORRY!! I REALLY didn’t mean to take this long. I was er…knocked out for 6 months. Anyways, Expect lots and lots of smut.

*twich..twich..DIE SMUT!!!*

I really don’t have a choice here.