In Company of Wolves
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,082
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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Snake Speaker
The room that they entered was spacious, and had a homey feel about it. Tall bookcases lined the walls, which were a soft, tan color. Several muggle paintings adorned the walls in the spaces between them, once of which Harry identified as a Rembrandt piece. There was also a fireplace on the opposite side of the room, the fire that came alive in its grate casting elongated shadows from the furniture across the room. A small sofa was positioned at an angle by it, and that was where Voldemort put Harry down. Armand took that moment to slither out of Harry’s clothes and curl up on his chest.
Voldemort looked at him in surprise. “And who might you be?”
“Greetingsssss sssnake ssspeaker.” Armand inclined his head towards him. “Massster Harry will be well with you.”
“No need to be sssso formal.” Riddle smiled, sitting down next to Harry.
Hedwig, who had been following the duo, alighted on top of one of the bookshelves, her golden eyes glowing in the firelight. She started preening herself, content to remain where she was.
“For one of your sssstature it isss the only proper thing. The sssssame with my Masssster.
Voldemort nodded, allowing the snake to do as he wished. Turning his attention to Harry, who was still slightly conscious, Riddle finally got a good look at his extra appendages that were gleaming softly in the low light. Instead of looking them over more fully, Voldemort looked over Harry’s body to make sure that he wasn’t injured physically.
“Are you still awake?” He asked softly.
Verdant eyes fluttered open, the elongated pupil giving them a serpentine look that almost made Riddle gasp. The honeyed skin surrounding his eyes had a smooth complexion, the delicate scales resembling eye shadow that accentuated their almond shape. A small whisper left his slightly parted pink lips. “Yes.”
“Um..” Riddle was lost for a minute, the greenness of the eyes making his higher though processes shut down. But then again, anyone in that situation would have, the alluring nature that Harry projected was captivating and extremely tempting for those of either gender. Voldemort literally pinched himself to get himself back on track, wincing at his grabbed his skin a little too hard.
“Are you ok?” Harry came awake a little more, focusing on Riddle completely.
“Yes, yes, nothing you need concern yourself with.” He shrugged dismissively, rubbing his arm. “What I was going to say was I think you are suffering from Magical Surpression.”
Voldemort looked at him in surprise. “And who might you be?”
“Greetingsssss sssnake ssspeaker.” Armand inclined his head towards him. “Massster Harry will be well with you.”
“No need to be sssso formal.” Riddle smiled, sitting down next to Harry.
Hedwig, who had been following the duo, alighted on top of one of the bookshelves, her golden eyes glowing in the firelight. She started preening herself, content to remain where she was.
“For one of your sssstature it isss the only proper thing. The sssssame with my Masssster.
Voldemort nodded, allowing the snake to do as he wished. Turning his attention to Harry, who was still slightly conscious, Riddle finally got a good look at his extra appendages that were gleaming softly in the low light. Instead of looking them over more fully, Voldemort looked over Harry’s body to make sure that he wasn’t injured physically.
“Are you still awake?” He asked softly.
Verdant eyes fluttered open, the elongated pupil giving them a serpentine look that almost made Riddle gasp. The honeyed skin surrounding his eyes had a smooth complexion, the delicate scales resembling eye shadow that accentuated their almond shape. A small whisper left his slightly parted pink lips. “Yes.”
“Um..” Riddle was lost for a minute, the greenness of the eyes making his higher though processes shut down. But then again, anyone in that situation would have, the alluring nature that Harry projected was captivating and extremely tempting for those of either gender. Voldemort literally pinched himself to get himself back on track, wincing at his grabbed his skin a little too hard.
“Are you ok?” Harry came awake a little more, focusing on Riddle completely.
“Yes, yes, nothing you need concern yourself with.” He shrugged dismissively, rubbing his arm. “What I was going to say was I think you are suffering from Magical Surpression.”