I Can Touch You Now
A/N: This is a one-shot for now but if I get enough reviews I might consider expanding it.
Harry Potter sat on his bed, back against the wall in his bedroom at Privet Drive. He was anxious and exhausted. There was still one more week before he would return to Hogwarts for his fifth year. His days had been spent doing many of Dursleys' manual chores and his nights had been plagued with terrible dreams. The dreams weren't often the same. Some were of the graveyard and of Cedric, others were of the mysterious hall filled with glowing globes, but lately they had included him laying on a lavish bed welcoming someone. He never got to see the persons face but he felt fear and excitement the moment he was just about to. He didn't understand the last of these dreams and wanted desperately to talk to his friends about them but he had been told to keep correspondence to a minimum as they could be easily intercepted.
He had been feeling so out of sorts that regardless of how tired he was after a grueling day, he tried his best to sleep the bare minimum. Today in particular had been fairly manageable. The Dursleys were out for the weekend visiting Aunt Marge and wouldn't be back until Monday evening. They had left him a list of demands, however no one was there to scream at him at every turn.
By 1am he realized his eyes had been opening and shutting on their own accord. He was going to fall asleep regardless. He got ready for bed and settled under the covers. Hopefully tonight there would be no more odd dreams.
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Harry felt the comforter under his hands. It was so very soft to the touch, magnificent. It was a deep emerald green. The bed was a rather large four poster bed, curtains tied at the end of each post. He must be dreaming. The design seemed simple and warm even though it was obvious it must be of very fine quality.
He stood from the bed and look down at himself. He wore no shirt, only a pair of sleeping pants that rode low on his hips. Hmm. He took a look around. At the armchair that looked very inviting, to the bookshelf filled with classics, to the walls painted with intricate designs. Who's rooms were these?
There was a picture frame tilted on one of the night tables. He reached for it just as he heard the padding of feet approaching. Just as the nob started turning he was startled to find in the picture frame his own face staring back at him embracing an all too familiar face as well.
So when the door opened in in the threshold he came face to face with his enemy he dropped the picture with a crash, shattering the glass.
"Voldemort." He whispered in shock. The man, and he was a man, the scaly monster of a face was gone and it was replaced by a handsome wizard.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
That brought him back. "I thought you didn't like to go by Tom."
The man approached him smoothly, taking care to not startle him further. "It's you who is rather intent in calling me by that name." he murmured. "I've come to peace with it."
Harry gestured around him, "This is your bedroom?" Oh god, he had been dreaming of Voldemort's bedroom this whole time.
"It's ours."
Nope, Nuhuh, not happening. "I guarantee you that I have never been in this room, at least not…"
"Awake? This bedroom resembles my own almost exactly, except for your belongings and, "he looked pointedly at the picture which he fixed and placed back, "this picture. We are in my subconscious Harry. You have been invading it for the last few months. I knew that you weren't aware of most of it but was confident in time you would be able to awaken fully within my mind."
"Our minds have pushed us together?"
"In a way. Your astro form reached my subconscious first. I had wondered and pondered heavily why I could be dreaming of my arch nemesis but after a few visits your goal became obvious."
Harry gulped. "And what goal was that?"
He had a feeling he wasn't going to like the answer given the amused but devious glint Voldemort had in his eyes. Long fingers caressed his cheek before tracing his mouth leaving Harry breathless. "Why you were hell bent on seducing me?"
Harry was shaking his head biting his lip.
"Oh but you were. You definitely have some wiles in you." There was a smooth chuckle that had a zing course through his nerves. "I took you in my arms, and in my bed as you begged me to give you everything you desired."
"No way. You're Voldemort."
"Not here. Here I'm Tom."
"But it's all a dream, none of it is real."
A small frown marred those perfect features. "You haven't been getting wizarding news have you?"
Harry shook his head suspiciously.
"I have held my death eaters back."
Harry snorted in disbelief. "As if you would simply stop war for a…" Harry made a vague motion with his hands indicating whatever had gone through with each of them.
"I didn't intend to." It was interesting to see Tom so flushed, pacing briskly. "I had thought it an opportunity to truly fuck the boy who lived, to tear you down."
Anger and hurt rose in him. "Fuck you!"
Hands grabbed his arms shaking him, "It's what I wanted. But having you. Being inside such a wanton warm body was amazing, I wasn't content to have it once. I needed you again" One hand cupped his cheek making sure Harry was eye to eye with him. "Then you wouldn't shut up. If we weren't fucking, you were telling me about your day and your worries, your hopes. I got used to hearing your ramblings, I looked forward to them."
"Voldemort."
"Don't." There was a dangerous tone to that single word but Harry could also detect the hurt.
"Tom." He couldn't believe this was happening. "You make it sound as though you feel something towards me."
"I love you." was the automatic response. "I had wanted to approach you in public but the wards surrounding your muggle residence are strong. I'm a possessive person, Harry. One who has made terrible mistakes." Those eyes flashed red briefly before turning back. "I'm not a changed man. I still hold many of the same ideals. I'm also responsible for many deaths, including those close to you. But i care very little about that, when I feel you pulling away from me."
Harry briefly wondered how his parents would take the news that their son had been fucking their murderer. But he could see in the man's eyes that he meant what he said about Harry. Damn his heart.
He raised his head, "Kiss me." He had heard that a kiss could be a true testament to a couple's love. He needed to see what this was, no matter how crazy or impulsive it sounded.
Mouth met mouth in an electric kiss. They battled for control but Tom quickly won, tasting and exploring Harry's mouth in a way that made him feel owned. The kiss turned more frantic and small little moans of want started emanating from Harry's mouth. The kiss ended as Tom started mouthing at his neck, pausing briefly to nibble on his earlobe. It's so damn good.
"Let me love you," Tom whispered at his ear. "Let me show you."
"Yes"
He didn't imagine Tom being a person who would prepare his partner but he did his best to prep Harry. He knew he should be nervous, he was essentially giving his first time away to Tom. But he let himself be explored, he tensed briefly when he felt something hard and pulsing at his entrance but looked up at his soon to be lover and forced himself to relax.
"Always so tight, Harry." came the groan as inch by inch the man disappeared within Harry. "Take me all."
The wizard let Harry get accustomed to the fullness before pounding hard. Harry was lost at the onslaught of new feelings.
"Tom!" he screamed.
Tom grunted, groaning as he gave a few more thrusts before filling Harry up.
Tom laughed softly. "You okay?
He turned them so he had Tom spooned behind him still very much hard. He gave a shaky, "yeah" before the wizard lifted Harry's leg, giving himself more room to reach that perfect spot. Shit. His vision turned white as he felt hot pleasure. Both were finally tired enough to settle down, Harry's leg was gently placed back in a comfortable position and they were both spelled clean.
"You fucked me."
"Yes, Harry."
"You made love to me too." This was said with less confidence.
A nuzzle, "That is also true."
"This is real, right?"
"Hmm, be ready for me tomorrow night at 9pm."
"How?" he questioned.
"Step outside the door and take my hand." His heart was beating fast.
"Then what."
"Then I'll take you to our bedroom where we can work on making it an exact replica of what we had created here."
Harry paused, "What of the war?"
Those calculating eyes scrutinized his face. "What do you want of me?"
Harry hesitated before stating. "Truce. I know that you haven't changed your mind but I want to show you that not all muggles are bad and not all muggle-borns are terrible. Promise me you won't hurt my friends."
A kiss was pressed on his shoulder. "You're lucky I love you." then he smiled. "We'll be busy soon enough anyway."
One of the older wizard's hands splayed on his stomach possessively. That couldn't mean, could it?
"Tom?"
"I felt magic take. You've been taking my seed very nicely." he caressed Harry's body which was starting to excite him again. "You want a family, don't you? I want one as well."
"A family? That...that's…"
"Something you desire above all others." Harry was clutched close. "I know. You told me."
"This isn't going to be easy."
"Nothing worth it is ever easy." The voice lowered. "But if anyone has an issue with it, they can take it with me."
"I don't love you."
"Yet, my love. Yet."
Harry knew most of his friends, family and frankly the wizarding world would think him crazy but he believed Tom. If there was a chance to live in peace he had to go for it. Besides, his lover's eyes told him that Tom believed it. Harry had to trust that this was a good idea.
"Okay Tom, I'll see you tomorrow."
He woke up at his bed in Grimmauld Place, nothing strange or out of place.
At 9 o'clock Harry stepped out of his home and reached for the offered hand. Two pops were heard.
