what is evil

AN: I am so sorry about the long update! I have this HUGE CIW Web site certification test down at college and I have been studying non-stop! I figure I need a break. First time writing a lemony seen, how did we do?

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Chapter 2: It is all about the damn dreams

Harry Potter was sitting at the table with a book open in his hands. He turned to look at Voldemort who had just walked into the room; he had a smile on his lips and sat down across from Harry. “Dumbledore is looking for you. Severus has just been here to let me know, I told him to say that we have no idea where you are. And all of my minions will state they are looking for you also if they are caught.”

Harry looked up turning a page in his book, giving a huge sigh. “I figured as much. Does he know that you know about him being a manipulative bastard?”

“I told you yesterday I think he might know. However I can’t be certain.” Voldemort stated pulling a book of the shelf as well. “You look a bit tired, have you slept at all?”

“Not last night. I am trapped here without a wand.” Harry stated.

“You are not trapped Harry, the only reason I took you’re wand is because I do not want you to kill me.” Voldemort replied.

Harry looked him straight in the eyes and replied with bitterness. “Everyone treats me like I’m a kid and can’t be trusted with the truth. Why can’t you show me a bit of trust? I showed trust to you when I took off with you. How could I be certain you wouldn’t kill me? How can I be sure of it now? I just had to trust and you should do the same.”

Voldemort nodded. “Yes I suppose you are right,” He said handing Harry back his wand. “But you’ll have to forgive me; I am not accustomed to trusting anyone.”

Harry put his wand in his cloak and nodded. “I can see that. I am bored do you think I could go fly my broom.”

Draco came in the room. “We could race if you want to, but if you don’t want anyone spotting us it has to be on our property only.”

Voldemort nodded. “I said before Harry, you are not a prisoner here, we offer you only safety from that manipulative bastard.”

Harry nodded and followed Draco outside; He was astounded to see the property was large and beautiful. “Who takes care of this?”

“House-elves,” He laughed at Harrys’ stunned reaction. “Rich people have more then one house elf. Father was just a little pissed off because we lost one. We don’t like to lose our property.”

“Yeah you should have been nicer to Dobby then.” Harry stated defending his friend.

Draco shrugged. “Perhaps, now are we go to race are what?”

Harry nodded getting on to his firebolt and the two took off. It was surprisingly difficult to race against Draco who had gotten quicker over the summer. Draco had actually one and wasted no time to brag about it. “That’s what a little training does. It seems you have lost your touch Harry.”

“Yeah well you try practicing when living around Muggles.” Harry retorted a bit surprised that they were talking on a first name basis.

Harry had raced against Draco again ate lunch, played a game of wizard chess with Lucius and then went to bed wishing he had something better to do. He figured he would study some of Voldemorts’ spell books in the morning.


Harry awoke at the sound of the door knob being turned and sat up watching none-other then Voldemort enter the room. He looked over at the clock which was blinking 12:00, “What are you doing here?” He asked searching for his wand that he had set down by his nightstand. It wasn’t there anymore. “Where’s my wand.”

Voldemort smiled at Harry, with a weird look in his eyes that scared Harry. “I assume it is where you left it.” He replied wiping Harrys’ bangs out of his face. Harry was about to say something when Voldemort leaned over pressing his lips against Harrys’ he pulled back and looked down at Harrys’ naked chest. “You look cute, did you know that?”

Harry frowned at this and touched his lips with his fingers looking up at the older wizard surprised. “Can you leave now?”

Voldemort chuckled undoing his cloak and eyeing the younger wizard. “You want me.”

“No,” Harry stated but felt himself harden as he looked at Voldemorts’ naked body. Voldemort had a muscular chest and arms, and Harry couldn’t stop his eyes from wondering down the older mans’ abdomen to the erect cock, it was huge. Well bigger then Harrys’ anyway. Harry jumped when he heard Voldemort whisper the same thing. Harry could feel his own arousal pressing against his shorts yet he didn’t want to admit it. “No.”

Voldemort leaned over straddling Harry’s waist and licking on Harry’s ear. Harry shuddered and put his hands up to push Voldemort away. Voldemort grabbed his wrists and shoved Harry down, holding Harrys’ hands above his head. “Of course you do my pet.” He thrust his hips against Harrys. Voldemort chuckled at the gasp the younger wizard had made. Voldemort leaned forward kissing Harry again this time prodding the younger mans’ mouth open and sticking his tongue inside Harrys’ mouth enjoying the feel of Harrys’ beating heart.

Harry moaned and thrust his own hips against Voldemorts enjoying the sensation that was spreading through out his body. He was kissing Voldemort back this time and they were fighting for dominance. Harry broke the kiss and looked at Voldemort wide-eyed. “Why are you doing this?”

“That should be obvious,” Voldemort whispered gently as he placed kisses from Harrys’ lips down the younger mans’ chest. Voldemort released Harrys’ hands and took hold of Harrys’ boxers pulling them down gently.

Harry gasped again when he felt a warm tongue lick the tip of his cock. He looked down to see Voldemorts’ crimson eyes staring back at him. Voldemort then took Harrys’ cock into his mouth. Harry moaned and tried to thrust upward but Voldemort was holding onto Harrys’ hips stopping him. The warm sensation seemed to spread from his cock to every part of Harrys’ body. He was feeling pleasure that he never felt before. Harry was still watching Voldemort as his mouth enveloped Harrys’ cock in and out in a slow rhythm. “Faster….” Harry moaned trying to thrust into Voldemorts’ mouth.
Voldemort granted Harry this wish. Finally Harry could not take it anymore, he gave a deep moan as he released and fell back upon his pillow gasping. Voldemort sat up and spit the cum out and smirked at Harry.


Voldemort yawned walking by Harrys’ door and was surprised to hear that his name was called out. It wasn’t that in itself that surprised Voldemort. He was sure Harry had nightmares about his parents’ murder when he was younger. But this was different. It did not sound like a bad dream at all. Voldemort curiously opened the door and saw Harry sleeping with his hand over his cock. Voldemort was a bit shocked and had closed the door walking away. So the boy was attracted to him? Voldemort felt amused by this news and also happy for he had the desire to make Harry his. He walked to his bedroom and snapped at Lucius not to disturb him.

Voldemort closed his eyes envisioning Harry kissing him, touching him, and begging for him. Voldemort let his hand travel to his cock that had been caused at the site of the sleeping Harry, he began to pump himself to quick release.

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Hermione sighed looking through her text books; she had hardly touched her food at all. Ron was sitting across from her poking his food with a fork. Neville who was sitting next to Ron hadn’t even touched his food. Hermione looked up at Neville and in a motherly sort of way said. “Neville you haven’t eaten for a few days you need to eat, and you as well Ron.”

Ron rolled his eyes and shoved a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Happy now?”

Hermione sighed again and looked over at Neville. “Don’t worry I’m sure Harry will be back with us soon.”

“It’s not that.” Neville said softly. “I mean I’m worried about that too. But right now I’m just not hungry.”

“You need to eat something.” Ron stated. “Have you been having nightmares lately?”

Neville looked away a bright red color seeping into his cheeks. How could he tell them what he was dreaming about? “I don’t trust Dumbledore.” He instantly regretted voicing his opinion of the headmaster. “I mean…I just get this weird vibe from him lately.”

“Vibes…” Ron repeated looking at Neville with his eyebrows raised. “What do you mean vibes?”

Neville stood up grabbing his backpack and flinging it over his shoulders. “I better get to bed I am tired. Goodnight Hermione and Ron.” He stated and headed out of the great hall missing the confused look on Ron and Hermiones’ faces.

Neville didn’t want to sleep in fact he was still awake when Ron and Seamus entered the room. He had closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, until sleep had actually taken over. He awoke five minutes later screaming into his pillow and when Ron touched his shoulder to make sure Neville was okay, Neville had turned around and punched him hard in the face. His eyes focusing onto reality once again. He looked at Ron apologetically. “I am so sorry Ron I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Ron sat up staring at Neville and rubbing his cheek. “Man what kind of nightmare were you having?”

Neville turned bright red and looked at Seamus who was awake too and looking at him surprised. “I um…It was stupid.” He rolled over and covered himself with his blanket feeling like an idiot. The smell of blood, death, and fire had somehow escaped his dreams and seemed to linger in the air as thick as butter. Neville felt sick remembering how twisted Dumbledore had looked in his dreams. Neville felt his stomach flip over a few times and he had to rush to the bathroom and empty it. He had felt a hand a few minutes later and was surprised that Ron had come in and gently rubbed his back while he was throwing up. Neville wiped his mouth on a towel Ron had handed to him. Neville grabbed Ron by the hand and pulled Ron down. “Harry isn’t sick, he is with Voldemort.”

Ron looked at Neville wide-eyed. “Did Dumbledore tell you as well?”

Neville shook his head. “Be careful Ron, I know you admire the headmaster now. But tread carefully around him. Don’t give to much information to him if you hear from Harry. Dumbledore can not be trusted.”

Fin for now…

AN: Well that was sort of lemony; I assure you this story should get more intriguing as days go on. As always Lord of the sun and I appreciate any suggestions, or comments from you. We don’t like flames but as they keep are small house heated we can’t complain. Thank you and please review!