Author's Note: Hello, my fans! I am very sorry for my delay in writing A Night in the Dormitory, but do not fear! I will be continuing it. It is one of those things that takes a very long time to write, I put a lot of effort into it.

I have been really into Lord Voldemort recently, and I even have his wand. It is sitting right by me very comfortably. It says hello.

This story is dedicated to all those nipples out there. You each have two, unless you're a freak! Ha ha. Just kidding. It just means you're deformed.

Your nipples are all beautiful creatures and I wish I was there to give each and every one of them a hug and a kiss.

It was cold. Harry Potter wished he had a warm body beside him to keep him warm throughout the night, but alas, he did not. He wrapped his arms around himself and sighed deeply when all of a sudden, a loud pop was heard in his room.

"Harry Potter!" hissed a high-pitched, evil voice. Harry gasped and flung himself off of his bed, "Voldemort!" He grabbed his phoenix wand and shakily pointed it at the Dark Lord Voldemort. Voldemort strode towards him and bent down, wrapping his long ears around Harry and lifting him up. "We fly!"

Harry was both greatly confused and astonished. Voldemort had lifted him with his beautiful ears and carried him to the window before setting him in his long, pale arms. He gracefully zoomed out of the window, his great ears flapping in the wind and carrying them through the clouds.

Harry looked up at Voldemort's elegant profile and felt his pants tighten. "V... Voldemort..." He sighed, running his hands across the Dark Lord's bald head despite them being several thousand feet above ground. Voldemort looked down at him and hissed his name lovingly before slowly descending down to the ground.

They landed near the entrance to a cave. Harry was dropped softly from his enemy's arms and onto the soft rock. Voldemort strode away with his hands behind his back as Harry slowly undid his own pants, reaching in to grab his hardening member. Voldemort turned, "Do you need help?"

"No." Harry shook his head and stroked his wand of flesh, his cheeks red and his breath mingling with moans and pants. "I can help," Voldemort's own bulge was throbbing dangerously and pressing against his robes. He began to take off the robes slowly and deliciously with a hint of evil intent.

"No, it's fine," Harry shook his head again and bit at his lip, stroking faster and rubbing at the tip with his forefinger. Voldemort frowned, "Are you sure?" He walked closer and his dick tore a hole in his robe, showing off his glory. Harry stared and his hand froze on his cock. He tore off his pants and spread his legs, a grin forming on his face. "Come here."

Voldemort zoomed to him with grace, his voldecock aimed at the Boy-Who-Lived's hole. "I am coming for you, Potter." His ears flapped behind him as he plunged his spear of flesh into the hole. They both moaned simultaneously, one with pleasure and one in painleasure.

Voldemort thrusted his dickcock far into Harry, feeling the boy's organs smash and turn to mush. "You feel so good, Potter!" Voldemort moaned as he thrusted. Harry screamed and his glasses flew off his face, "Aauuughuugh!" Voldemort thrusted harder and faster until he noticed Harry's face distorting and sinking into itself. He orgasmed inside of the teen and pulled out quickly.

Harry's flesh and body continued sinking before it all disappeared with a pop, leaving only his glasses behind.

TO BE CONTINUED