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Adult
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4
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6,004
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16
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Uninvited
A/N- Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It really encouraged me to write more of this story.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Chapter 2: Uninvited
Their lips meet, and Harry forgets everything.
He forgets that he had come only to tell Voldemort it was over.
He forgets that he had once told Ginny he loved her and would never do anything to hurt her.
He forgets who he is.
All he knows is the man against him, kissing him, touching him…
He knows that with a few whispered words, he would be dead.
This is strangely exciting to him.
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“They’re planning a raid on Lucius Malfoy’s manor in a few days…”
“Fascinating.”
He grits his teeth angrily. “Don’t you want to know all of this? Isn’t this the whole reason I went back?”
The Dark Lord’s fingers trace the muscles of his naked abdomen and this just makes him angrier. “I suppose it was, partly.”
He breathing becomes erratic as Voldemort touches him. “Partly?” he gasps. He will not give in, not this time.
Cool lips graze his neck. “Of course, I knew about the raid already.”
Harry shivers and his eyes widen. “W-What do you mean, you already knew?”
The Dark Lord shifts slightly in their bed, black silk sheets rustling. He smiles coldly. “Surely you don’t think I trust you in the slightest, Harry.”
He swallows. “I-”
“I sent you back as a sort of… test. You will be happy to know you passed with flying colors.” He smirks and his hand goes even lower.
He wants to move away, to yell, to hit him, to curse him…
Instead he leans back and gasps, “I hate you.”
The Dark Lord’s thin lips curve into a smile. “No, you don’t.” He bends down and kisses him, and Harry forgets.
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He wonders, as he creeps back into Grimmauld Place, smelling of sex and sweat, how Voldemort truly feels about him.
“Surely you don’t think I trust you in the slightest …”
It was obvious there was some weird lust…thing between them, some mind-blowing, back scratching, eye-gouging , marathon fucking thing between them.
He supposes that is very useful to the Dark Lord, that when he has grown tired of him he will be killed.
He supposes that he is a weapon, both for Dumbledore and for Voldemort; and doubly useful for the latter, as he is now a neutralized threat.
“And where, pray tell, have you been, Potter?”
He starts, turns around; Snape is staring at him from the couch in the main room. Cold onyx eyes meet emerald and Harry swallows nervously. “Nowhere.” Mentally he winces. If he could have said anything to make himself sound guilty, he had just done it.
The Potions Master raises an eyebrow. “You will forgive me, Potter, if I do not accept that pitiful answer. Do I have to summon Black to speak with you?”
“No! No, I just… had to get some fresh air. Why the fuck do *you* care, anyway?”
His eyes flash dangerously. “Language, Potter. You seem to forget you are the student and I am the teacher.”
“It’s vacation, you can’t do anything to-”
Snape steps forward and grabs him by the front of his robes, dragging the younger man to him violently. “Do not think,” he hisses, “Do not think for one moment that I am uncomfortable with the possibility of punishing you in ways that are of questionable legality, Potter.”
Harry feels his warm breath tickle his face and he smiles. “I don’t think you will, though,” he replies with a smile. Snape’s expression alters for a flicker of a moment, and he wonders if he’s actually getting somewhere. “I bet you’re under orders not to, aren’t you?”
Severus sniffs. “Albus has not explicitly-”
Harry wrenches himself from the other man’s grasp. “I wasn’t talking about Professor Dumbledore.”
They stare at each other for a moment, eyes blazing, and Harry realizes he has won.
Snape stares at him. “How would you know about that, Potter?”
He shrugs. “Just a hunch.”
Snape continues to stare at him, an odd expression on his sallow face.
“Can I go now?”
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When he lays his head on the smooth surface of his pillow, he thinks he is safe.
As he drifts off to sleep, he is relieved.
But when he dreams, *he* is there.
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“Why can’t you leave me alone?” he demands. He had to sneak out again, and he is nervous that Snape suspects.
But who in their right mind would suspect the truth?
The Dark Lord looks up from his book with a condescending smile. “I wasn’t aware that you wished me to, Harry.” He tongue rolls over his name smoothly, sinuously, and Harry’s stomach flips.
“Don’t… *don’t* say my name like that! You know what I mean! Stop fucking invading my dreams! I’m here, aren’t I? You don’t need to-”
“Isn’t that sweet… you *dream* about me, Harry? How flattering.”
He is speechless for a moment. “Don’t play stupid! I can’t sleep, I can’t -”
Voldemort rises and holds out his arms innocently. “I have nothing to do with your dreams, Harry. Believe it or not, I have better things to do.”
“You’re lying. You’ve been invading my mind for months, don’t-”
“Ah, I see. You blame your feelings for me on your dreams, which you think I orchestrated…A brilliant plan, I admit, but one I did not implement.”
“You’re lying.”
The Dark Lord steps forward. “Am I?”
Harry’s mind swirls as Voldemort caresses his neck. “Trust me, my boy,” he whispers slowly into his ear. “You have no one to blame on our… *situation* but yourself.”
Harry shivers in his embrace, his body burning with uninvited desire, and he shakes his head. “You weren’t surprised, when I came to you…”
Voldemort wraps his arms tightly around him, kissing him. “I was too pleased to be surprised. Now, enough of this.” He throws him on the bed roughly.
Straddles him. “Take off your shirt.”
End Chapter.
A/N- Sorry for the short length. In the next chapter, their relationship is going to get a bit…rougher. And, of course, Harry will get more guilty. Please Review!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Chapter 2: Uninvited
Their lips meet, and Harry forgets everything.
He forgets that he had come only to tell Voldemort it was over.
He forgets that he had once told Ginny he loved her and would never do anything to hurt her.
He forgets who he is.
All he knows is the man against him, kissing him, touching him…
He knows that with a few whispered words, he would be dead.
This is strangely exciting to him.
**************************************************************************************
“They’re planning a raid on Lucius Malfoy’s manor in a few days…”
“Fascinating.”
He grits his teeth angrily. “Don’t you want to know all of this? Isn’t this the whole reason I went back?”
The Dark Lord’s fingers trace the muscles of his naked abdomen and this just makes him angrier. “I suppose it was, partly.”
He breathing becomes erratic as Voldemort touches him. “Partly?” he gasps. He will not give in, not this time.
Cool lips graze his neck. “Of course, I knew about the raid already.”
Harry shivers and his eyes widen. “W-What do you mean, you already knew?”
The Dark Lord shifts slightly in their bed, black silk sheets rustling. He smiles coldly. “Surely you don’t think I trust you in the slightest, Harry.”
He swallows. “I-”
“I sent you back as a sort of… test. You will be happy to know you passed with flying colors.” He smirks and his hand goes even lower.
He wants to move away, to yell, to hit him, to curse him…
Instead he leans back and gasps, “I hate you.”
The Dark Lord’s thin lips curve into a smile. “No, you don’t.” He bends down and kisses him, and Harry forgets.
*************************************************************************************
He wonders, as he creeps back into Grimmauld Place, smelling of sex and sweat, how Voldemort truly feels about him.
“Surely you don’t think I trust you in the slightest …”
It was obvious there was some weird lust…thing between them, some mind-blowing, back scratching, eye-gouging , marathon fucking thing between them.
He supposes that is very useful to the Dark Lord, that when he has grown tired of him he will be killed.
He supposes that he is a weapon, both for Dumbledore and for Voldemort; and doubly useful for the latter, as he is now a neutralized threat.
“And where, pray tell, have you been, Potter?”
He starts, turns around; Snape is staring at him from the couch in the main room. Cold onyx eyes meet emerald and Harry swallows nervously. “Nowhere.” Mentally he winces. If he could have said anything to make himself sound guilty, he had just done it.
The Potions Master raises an eyebrow. “You will forgive me, Potter, if I do not accept that pitiful answer. Do I have to summon Black to speak with you?”
“No! No, I just… had to get some fresh air. Why the fuck do *you* care, anyway?”
His eyes flash dangerously. “Language, Potter. You seem to forget you are the student and I am the teacher.”
“It’s vacation, you can’t do anything to-”
Snape steps forward and grabs him by the front of his robes, dragging the younger man to him violently. “Do not think,” he hisses, “Do not think for one moment that I am uncomfortable with the possibility of punishing you in ways that are of questionable legality, Potter.”
Harry feels his warm breath tickle his face and he smiles. “I don’t think you will, though,” he replies with a smile. Snape’s expression alters for a flicker of a moment, and he wonders if he’s actually getting somewhere. “I bet you’re under orders not to, aren’t you?”
Severus sniffs. “Albus has not explicitly-”
Harry wrenches himself from the other man’s grasp. “I wasn’t talking about Professor Dumbledore.”
They stare at each other for a moment, eyes blazing, and Harry realizes he has won.
Snape stares at him. “How would you know about that, Potter?”
He shrugs. “Just a hunch.”
Snape continues to stare at him, an odd expression on his sallow face.
“Can I go now?”
*****************************************************************************************
When he lays his head on the smooth surface of his pillow, he thinks he is safe.
As he drifts off to sleep, he is relieved.
But when he dreams, *he* is there.
*******************************************************************
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” he demands. He had to sneak out again, and he is nervous that Snape suspects.
But who in their right mind would suspect the truth?
The Dark Lord looks up from his book with a condescending smile. “I wasn’t aware that you wished me to, Harry.” He tongue rolls over his name smoothly, sinuously, and Harry’s stomach flips.
“Don’t… *don’t* say my name like that! You know what I mean! Stop fucking invading my dreams! I’m here, aren’t I? You don’t need to-”
“Isn’t that sweet… you *dream* about me, Harry? How flattering.”
He is speechless for a moment. “Don’t play stupid! I can’t sleep, I can’t -”
Voldemort rises and holds out his arms innocently. “I have nothing to do with your dreams, Harry. Believe it or not, I have better things to do.”
“You’re lying. You’ve been invading my mind for months, don’t-”
“Ah, I see. You blame your feelings for me on your dreams, which you think I orchestrated…A brilliant plan, I admit, but one I did not implement.”
“You’re lying.”
The Dark Lord steps forward. “Am I?”
Harry’s mind swirls as Voldemort caresses his neck. “Trust me, my boy,” he whispers slowly into his ear. “You have no one to blame on our… *situation* but yourself.”
Harry shivers in his embrace, his body burning with uninvited desire, and he shakes his head. “You weren’t surprised, when I came to you…”
Voldemort wraps his arms tightly around him, kissing him. “I was too pleased to be surprised. Now, enough of this.” He throws him on the bed roughly.
Straddles him. “Take off your shirt.”
End Chapter.
A/N- Sorry for the short length. In the next chapter, their relationship is going to get a bit…rougher. And, of course, Harry will get more guilty. Please Review!