Author's note: This has slight spoilers, and happens near the end of Deathly Hallows, after Harry was killed, talked to Dumbledore and come back to life. This is just a short introduction, but hopefully there'll be more to come.

"Parseltongue"

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Harry came back to life just to hear Voldemort shoo the death eaters away.

"You are even more beautiful while dead..." Voldemort's cold hand stroked Harry's cheek, causing Harry to flinch. Voldemort smirked and Harry felt the cold hands slide down to his throat.

"Open your eyes, potter, I know you're still alive." Harry opened one eye and looked up at Voldemort's gaunt face. Harry's hand moved to his chest, preparing to draw his wand. Oddly, Voldemort did nothing to stop him.

"Expelli-"

Harry's spell was cut off by Voldemort's lips. Harry went limp from shock.

"It seems no matter what I do I cannot kill you, but when I'm done with you, you'll wish I could..." Harry's eyes widened as Voldemort slipped off his robes. The pale, snake-like man leaned over Harry, his tongue flicking over Harry's ear while he whispered. "My death eaters are killing your friends right now. And while THEY die, I'll be taking EVERYTHING from you. First I took your parents, your friends, and lastly, your virginity."

"NO!" Harry squirmed like he never had before, putting everything into trying to escape Voldemort's naked body. But, Voldemort's strong hands held Harry down whilst undressing him.

"You should know what this forked tongue can do..." Harry couldn't help but blush as Voldemort kissed his neck. "I may have lost most of my soul, but I still have human desires, and I want you, Harry."

"Why?! I hate you, you hate me!" Harry was baffled.

"I cannot conquer you. You defeat me again and again, it intrigues me." Voldemort's lips slid down Harry's chest.

"nngh.. no... don't... please.." Tears shone in Harry's eyes, and in his desperation he remembered why he had the upper hand(at least he had according to Dumbledore.)

"I can't do it with someone who can't love me!" Harry blurted it out fast. It worked, as it startled Voldemort into shifting his weight of Harry for a fraction of a second, which was enough time for Harry to raise his wand arm. "Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort was sent flying into a tree. He sat there, smirking at Harry. Harry, however, hadn't noticed as he was too busy trying to put his clothes back on. He was caught with his trousers half way up and cut off by Voldemort's cold, cutting voice. "You DO know I am still deadly without my wand, Potter?"

Harry stood frozen and just nodded slightly.

"So do not move," Harry smirked and pointed at his half-naked body, "Fine, pull up your pants. But I am curious, tell me why you think I would care if I do not have consent? That was the entire point, to break you, destroy you, and corrupt you."

"But...I...But," Another idea came to Harry, "Isn't that rather simple? I thought the great Tom Riddle," Voldemort flinched slightly at that, "would want more of a challenge."

The Dark Lord sat silently, tossing the ideas around in his head. "Well I DO want my victory over you to be grand. What challenge do you have in mind?" Harry internally smirked. Everything would now go according to plan. He somehow just knew Voldemort would attempt the challenge, no matter how impossible it was.

"You have to try and get me to fall in love with you. If you lose, you give me nagini, the final horcrux." Harry smirked viciously at the dark lord.

"And if I win?" Voldemort's face was blank, although inside his head his mind was rolling thoughts around in a maelstrom.

"I let you kill me." Harry grinned when he saw his nemisis' non-existant brows rise up. Harry would never lose this; he knew it. The dark lord would lose, and give Harry the upper hand. If Harry was correct, the dark lord would be extremely confident, even in his romancing skills. So much so, that he'd believe himself irresitable.

Harry was right. Voldemort stood up and picked up his robes, merely slinging them over his broad shoulder, much like a muggle might a leather jacket. Sauntering over to Harry, he grabbed the younger boy's hand, and holding it tenderly in his own, kissed the top of his hand. The older wizard smirked as he noticed a faint blush on Harry's cheeks. "I accept," Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue.