Just some Harrymort Drabble. None of the chapters are connected persay, I may make something of it somewhere down the line. For now the drabble for all Harrymort is located here.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

Words.

Words.

Words.

No matter what form they took, the moment they slipped past those glorious lips, it was like music to his ears.

At first it was hollow and sad, as if played clumsily and poorly on purpose, but then the mood would shift and the music would swift and sway lovingly and light.

Harry couldn't help the feelings those words erupted. At first it was anger, utter hatred at the one who spoke them. He was disgusted and outraged but then the mood shifted and the two of them would swift and sway.

Voldemort was the embodiment of everything Harry hated in a person. A vindictive, power hungry abomination that desired nothing but to harm and kill and destroy for no other reason in that he simply desired destruction.

He'd kept Harry trapped for what felt like months before he spoke words that twisted in Harry's gut and clawed at his very soul.

At first.

How could he resist now that the anger and hatred that consumed him changed, morphed, into something else entirely? Harry's heart was nothing but a stone, a stone that had dropped and dissolved into something heinous.

'Hate me Harry….'

'Hate me until you love me…'

Words that changed to actions. Actions that changed back into words, of pleading and begging and…

Oh…please let me hate you.

Please bury your way inside me so that I may hate you.

Hate myself for loving you.