Dressing Up
"Mwaaahahahaha!"
Harry's demented laugh echoed around the room and outside of the halls. Those who had heard it shivered. It sounded very much like a certain someone for anyone not to tremble in fright.
Harry pointed his holly wand in front of him, positioning it in front of the very still body.
"This is your last chance. Speak now and I will spare you the torture you clearly deserve."
There was only silence. Rage was the only expression on Harry's face.
"I said speak you fool!"
Still silence.
"Very well crucio! How dare you defy Lord Voldemort!"
Harry shouted in clear anger as he pointed his wand against the head. He reveled in the screams and cries – so unreal were they that he called for Nagini, making sure the hisses were ringing alongside the screams in his head. He laughed out loud; he kicked the body to the side and started pacing ignoring the odd looks Nagini was giving him.
"Don't you see my sweet, we are so close. And yet I'm surrounded by fools and moronic imbeciles that delay my plans. But I must be patient Nagini, I will take the Wizarding World as my own, I will-"
A cough interrupted him,
Harry spun around,
"Who dares interrupt m-" Harry began before stopping himself short. There leaning against the doorway with an eyebrow raised was Lord Voldemort himself. He knew what this looked like and it did not help that Nagini immediately slithered to her master, muttering lowly what suspiciously sounded like 'master mated with a fool'. The traitor! There was an awkward silence as Voldemort looked around the bedroom with interest. A smirk appeared on his face as his eyes took in the teddy bears that littered the floor with ripped stuffing, the toy soldiers that had black fabric hanging around it's shoulders and finally Harry himself who was barefoot and wearing Voldemort's own robe that was clearly too big for him. The neckline dangerously sitting on the end of Harry's shoulders, begging to be taken off.
"How long have you been standing there?" Harry asked, trying to contain the blush that was surely staining his whole face.
Voldemort gazed at him for a moment, the smirk still littered on his face. His finger trailed his own chin lazily before he replied,
"Long enough."
The room was quite for a moment, Harry standing awkwardly in his too big robes and it did not help his blush in the slightest when Voldemort looked him up and down in a very suggestive way.
"I must admit," Voldemort finally said breaking the silence, "This is not the scene I imagined when I was due to come back today. However, my sweet, I believe I prefer you like this. You look so utterly delectable in my robe Harry that it is quite a sin."
It was impossible to for his cheeks too heat even more but somehow Harry's cheeks did.
"Tell me Harry,"Voldemort said, his scarlet eyes containing a possessive glint, "Is my robe the only article of clothing you have put on?"
Harry felt a sudden thrill shoot through him that nearly rendered him speechless,
"Err yeah. I mean. Yes."
A truly devious expression darkened Voldemorts face,
"Good." He said "Very good. I believe the undressing would be rather quick don't you agree Harry.
He made his way over to the adjoining door that led to the bathroom,
"Come Harry." He said, looking over his shoulder at the still blushing Harry, "I have not had a decent shower since my departure since it had been missing a certain someone."
And with that, Harry quickly started his way towards the bathroom, hoping against hope that his lover and husband will never bring this situation up again.
Of course, fate had always hated him; Harry thought with a groan as Voldemort spoke from the bathroom,
"I expect you to dress up for me tonight my little one."
AN: Not sure on the ending line but still think that it was a good way to end it. So what do you think dear readers Good? Bad? WTF did I just read? Improvements needed? Reviews make me happy people! (that includes constructive criticism)
