Dark Desires
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,389
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own HP. If you try to sue me I might be able to find two pennies to rub together, but only if I am lucky.
Warnings: guy/guy, torture, language
Beta: ElfKitty (on fanfiction.net)
Thanks to my fabulous reviewers. I wish more people would also join your ranks. +Hint, Hint+
Night The Storyteller: Harry will only be with Draco in this fic even if I do love Tom/Harry. *drools* Maybe that should be my next one. *wanders away plotting*
Chapter 4
When Harry woke, he was once again in the Slytherin-colored bedroom. Like last time, Sprinkles quickly appeared again. The first difference came with what Sprinkles said. “Master asked that Master’s guest remain here. Master is on his way here to see Master’s guest. Master’s guest must wait for Master!” she squeaked overly happily.
Resisting the urge to bang his head against the headboard, Harry waited as patiently as he could for the surprisingly kind, evil dark lord to arrive. (Don’t forget good looking!)
Five seconds later Harry was dying from boredom. ‘When will he get here?’ he groaned inwardly. This time he really did bang his head against the headboard, causing Sprinkles to panic.
A minute later, Tom walked in to find Harry banging his head against the wall and Sprinkles shouting about how ‘Master’s guest’ was going to hurt himself. Deciding to end the chaos, Tom made his presence known. “Sprinkles,” he said softly, “Harry is fine. You have completed your task. Why don’t you go back to the kitchens so that the others don’t overwork themselves?”
Sprinkles gave Harry one last worried glance before bowing and disappearing with a faint pop.
Harry stilled and stared at Tom for a moment. “Why does Sprinkles call you master if we are at Malfoy Manor? And what the hell is Dumbledore hiding from me now?”
Tom chuckled softly before quickly becoming serious. (No! Not Harry’s godfather! Come on people, keep up!) “Very well. Sprinkles is bound to serve my family and as I am the last of my line, and am staying here, all of my house elves are working here. As for Dumbledore… he is hiding many things from you.” Tom paused, causing Harry to glare until the older male continued. “What do you know about Godric Gryffindor?”
Harry frowned. “He was one of the four founders of Hogwarts and he had a ruby hilted sword.”
Tom couldn’t hold in a snort. (Yes Tom, very Slytherin like.) “And how exactly did you discover what Gryffindor’s sword looks like?” he inquired cheerily.
Harry frowned and shook his head. ‘I really don’t want to be the one to tell him that his basilisk is dead.’ Harry thought nervously.
Tom smirked halfheartedly. “You might want to put up mental barriers if you want to hide something from me,” he whispered.
Harry struggled not to burst into tears before anger overpowered despair. “You never answered my question,” he sneered. “What the hell is Bumblefuck hiding from me?”
Tom’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing. Harry couldn’t help but grin at the joyful sound. “Well,” Harry continued after Tom managed to calm down slightly, “What does Godric Gryffindor have to do with what dear old Dumbles is hiding from me now?”
Tom sobered instantly. Surveying Harry closely he replied, “The Potter family are direct descendents of Gryffindor. Not many people know that he was an empath.”
Harry shook his head slowly. “That can’t be possible. I think I would notice if I could feel other people’s emotions.”
Tom smirked. “Then why did you ask me why your emotions were so out of control earlier? To answer your question, they weren’t. You were feeling mine mixing in with your own. You need to learn how to keep them separate. You weren’t even aware that other people’s emotions were influencing your own, so you believed that what you felt were your true feelings. Now, I’m sorry to explain and run, but I am a Dark Lord and as such must resume trying to take over the world. I will leave you with someone who is proficient in Occulmency so you won’t be overwhelmed.” He moved towards the door but Harry wasn’t done yet.
“Why can I feel your emotions? I thought you are a master Legilimens?” Harry inquired.
Tom smiled. “I may be a master of Legilimency, but I never learned Occlumency. Most assume you must learn Occlumency first, but if you have enough power that is not necessary.” He surveyed Harry again, more carefully this time. “I must leave now. Feel free to go to the library, as I am sure you doubt my words. I have nothing to hide.” Smirking cheerily, Tom practically pranced from the room.
Harry just stared after Tom, frowning. How could he possibly be the same man that inspires fear in every wizard of Britain? He was startled from his musings by the door opening again. His jaw dropped when he saw who was standing in the doorway.
“Malfoy?!”
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I love you all! Please review if you want fast updates. I need motivation people!
Warnings: guy/guy, torture, language
Beta: ElfKitty (on fanfiction.net)
Thanks to my fabulous reviewers. I wish more people would also join your ranks. +Hint, Hint+
Night The Storyteller: Harry will only be with Draco in this fic even if I do love Tom/Harry. *drools* Maybe that should be my next one. *wanders away plotting*
Chapter 4
When Harry woke, he was once again in the Slytherin-colored bedroom. Like last time, Sprinkles quickly appeared again. The first difference came with what Sprinkles said. “Master asked that Master’s guest remain here. Master is on his way here to see Master’s guest. Master’s guest must wait for Master!” she squeaked overly happily.
Resisting the urge to bang his head against the headboard, Harry waited as patiently as he could for the surprisingly kind, evil dark lord to arrive. (Don’t forget good looking!)
Five seconds later Harry was dying from boredom. ‘When will he get here?’ he groaned inwardly. This time he really did bang his head against the headboard, causing Sprinkles to panic.
A minute later, Tom walked in to find Harry banging his head against the wall and Sprinkles shouting about how ‘Master’s guest’ was going to hurt himself. Deciding to end the chaos, Tom made his presence known. “Sprinkles,” he said softly, “Harry is fine. You have completed your task. Why don’t you go back to the kitchens so that the others don’t overwork themselves?”
Sprinkles gave Harry one last worried glance before bowing and disappearing with a faint pop.
Harry stilled and stared at Tom for a moment. “Why does Sprinkles call you master if we are at Malfoy Manor? And what the hell is Dumbledore hiding from me now?”
Tom chuckled softly before quickly becoming serious. (No! Not Harry’s godfather! Come on people, keep up!) “Very well. Sprinkles is bound to serve my family and as I am the last of my line, and am staying here, all of my house elves are working here. As for Dumbledore… he is hiding many things from you.” Tom paused, causing Harry to glare until the older male continued. “What do you know about Godric Gryffindor?”
Harry frowned. “He was one of the four founders of Hogwarts and he had a ruby hilted sword.”
Tom couldn’t hold in a snort. (Yes Tom, very Slytherin like.) “And how exactly did you discover what Gryffindor’s sword looks like?” he inquired cheerily.
Harry frowned and shook his head. ‘I really don’t want to be the one to tell him that his basilisk is dead.’ Harry thought nervously.
Tom smirked halfheartedly. “You might want to put up mental barriers if you want to hide something from me,” he whispered.
Harry struggled not to burst into tears before anger overpowered despair. “You never answered my question,” he sneered. “What the hell is Bumblefuck hiding from me?”
Tom’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing. Harry couldn’t help but grin at the joyful sound. “Well,” Harry continued after Tom managed to calm down slightly, “What does Godric Gryffindor have to do with what dear old Dumbles is hiding from me now?”
Tom sobered instantly. Surveying Harry closely he replied, “The Potter family are direct descendents of Gryffindor. Not many people know that he was an empath.”
Harry shook his head slowly. “That can’t be possible. I think I would notice if I could feel other people’s emotions.”
Tom smirked. “Then why did you ask me why your emotions were so out of control earlier? To answer your question, they weren’t. You were feeling mine mixing in with your own. You need to learn how to keep them separate. You weren’t even aware that other people’s emotions were influencing your own, so you believed that what you felt were your true feelings. Now, I’m sorry to explain and run, but I am a Dark Lord and as such must resume trying to take over the world. I will leave you with someone who is proficient in Occulmency so you won’t be overwhelmed.” He moved towards the door but Harry wasn’t done yet.
“Why can I feel your emotions? I thought you are a master Legilimens?” Harry inquired.
Tom smiled. “I may be a master of Legilimency, but I never learned Occlumency. Most assume you must learn Occlumency first, but if you have enough power that is not necessary.” He surveyed Harry again, more carefully this time. “I must leave now. Feel free to go to the library, as I am sure you doubt my words. I have nothing to hide.” Smirking cheerily, Tom practically pranced from the room.
Harry just stared after Tom, frowning. How could he possibly be the same man that inspires fear in every wizard of Britain? He was startled from his musings by the door opening again. His jaw dropped when he saw who was standing in the doorway.
“Malfoy?!”
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I love you all! Please review if you want fast updates. I need motivation people!