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A/N: This is my first fic ever, so review please. I know my spelling isn't perfect but I'm trying to get better at it. So what do you think... Will Harry die a virgin? ;)

Chapter two : Pretty boy is waiting there for you

Harry sat alone on a bed. Tom had given him a rather big room in the north tower of the castle. He was now officially kidnapped, there were no bars on his window, though. They wouldn't be necessary. Tom had made it very clear that the castle and it's area were protected so that Harry could walk freely in the castle and inside the yard's walls outside but that's it, he couldn't go any further. Tom had put spells so that Harry couldn't escape.

Harry was devastated. He would probably spend the rest of his life here, he would never even speak to anyone else than Tom. It was hard to call him Voldemort, since he looked like his young self now. And apparantly he was now less evil too. But that didn't mean he wasn't still evil. He was, just a little less.

Harry sighed. No more talking to his friends, no letters, nothing. They would probably think that Harry had died in a battle with Voldemort and then eventually move on with their lives.

There was a knock on the door. The door swung open and in came a tiny house-elf carrying a tray full of food. The elf looked like it had had cruciatus on it several times. It probably had. Harry shivered. The elf looked like it was sorry to exist at all.

The elf laid the tray on the table beside Harry's bed and left quickly, not speaking a word. Harry tasted the food, figuring it wouldn't be poisoned or anything since Tom needed him alive. It was rather good. Of course Tom would have to feed Harry if he didn't wish for his precious horcrux to die.

Not long after that Harry fell asleep.

Nagini slitheredaround on the floor and stopped in front of his owner who was in a big living room sitting in front of a fireplace.

:: He hass arrived, then?::

:: Yes. The boy is in his room::

:: Hass he made any threat to you? Do you want me to bite him just a littttle?:

: : No. He seemes to be adjusting rather well. Rest up, go hunt some rats::

:: Yesss. Call me if you need me ::

Nagini went out. Tom looked at the fire. How strange it was to have someone living with him, other than a snake, house-elf or a ghost. But he had needed to do this because the boy had to be kept safe. It was the only way Tom could live forever.

He had felt himself becoming more humanlike when Harry had destroyed those horcruxes. He couldn't have even one more horcrux being destroyed. He was the leader of all Death Eaters and he was now controlling the wizarding world. It was no time to become weaker, as he called it. It was hard enough looking like a 16-year-old boy and still make everyone be truly terrified of him. Damn that Potter.

He threw a rat's skeleton into the fire and watched it for a while and then he got up and started to walk upstairs.

He stopped behind Harry's room's door and listened. He heard snoaring. Perfect, he thought and stepped in. He smirked about the thought of the boy's stupidity. Eating and sleeping in his enemy's house. If the situation had been reversed, Tom would have not slept in days and not touched a bite he's enemy had offered him.

The Potter prat was fast asleep and wearing ridicilous yellow banana pyjamas. Probably a gift from Dumbledore, Tom sneered.

"Accio chair" Tom whispered and sat next to Harry's bed.

Tom sat and looked closely at the sleeping blackhaired boy. He had given him so much trouble! He had been nearly killed because of the boy and how many times had he tried to killed Harry.. And now there he was just sleeping peacefully. He could have killed him right now, he felt tempted to do it.. Finish the battle once and for all. But no.. After Snape had told him about Harry being a horcrux he knew that he would have to keep the boy safe and not let him run around destroying more horcruxes, which could be deadly by itself.

Tom looked at Harry's lightning scar. It looked quite impressive, a battle scar. The boy who lives... keeps on living. He thought annoyed. And now he would have to pamper the boy for the rest of his life... Look at his annoying face everyday, he couldn't stand that annoying kid. He was so full of himself, he possessed no real talent, unlike Tom did. Tom had always been extraordinary and everyone had known that someday he'd be something great, which he now was.

Grown in such unbearable poorness, he'd always known he wanted to have money and power. Now he had both. It was quite easy to get money in his position. Rich wizards had paid him huge amounts of money to not to go after them or their children, but in vain. Tom had no morality when it came to such things.

Now he had this big castle, filled with luxury only to himself. He had wanted the place to remind him of Hogwards, it was the only place he had ever felt like home.

Harry tossed in his sleep and moaned. Tom sneered. You should be having nightmares, you're being held against your will for the rest of your life and the man who killed your parents and has tried to kill you for many years is sitting right next to you.

Tired of Harry's pathetic moaning sounds Tom got up and walked out of the room.

"Nightie, nightie" he whispered and closed the door.

Harry woke up but was afraid to open his eyes. He hoped he'd just been having the worst nightmare ever about being kidnapped by Voldemort.

He opened his eyes. No such luck. There he still was, at Lord Voldemort's home. He got up and went to his own bathroom, and changed to some dark robes.

What now? He thought. Was he supposed to just stay in his room forever? No, he wanted to go outside and try to escape. Maybe he could dig a hole and dig under the walls... He knew it would never work but he had to at least try. But he needed food first.

Tom sat at the dining room all by himself. The elves had made a very spectacular breakfast this morning because of Harry. They wanted to make him feel welcome and show how sorry they were. He wondered if the boy even wanted to eat with him or was he just wasting his time sitting there waiting for him.

He could have of course locked Harry up in a dungeon and never speak with him. But he couldn't risk the boy being so unhappy that he'd try suicide. Besides it was kind of intresting to get to know that ignorant boy, in some masochistic level.

Tom was just sipping coffee when he saw Potter looking at him from the doorway. Noticing the boy's uncertainty Tom pointed him to a chair next to him.

Harry sat next to him and looked at him curiously, so suprised he was of Tom's almost kind behaviour. Realizing what Harry must have thought at that moment, Tom smirked. Leaning into every little kind act. So needy for friendship and caring. How pathetic. He shivered. Such weakness and unawareness.

Harry started to eat looking rather scared, trying not to look at Tom at all.

"I don't bite, you know" Tom smirked. Harry looked at him with a rather furious expression.

"Yeah, you don't. You just kill people with Avada Kevadra! Like you killed my parents!" He spat and stood up and rushed out of the room.

Tom sighed. Why did the prat had to go on and on about his worthless parents. His mother had been a filthy mudblood and his father had not been a great wizard either.

The boy didn't even remember them properly! For all he knew he could have hated them. Tom sighed and poored some more coffee to himself. He just wanted to have a decent conversation with the boy to decide wether or not he should lock him up in the castle's dungeons. After all his castle's ghost Bob could watch that Harry wouldn't harm himself.

But still it would be a pity if the boy would have to be kept in the dungeons. After having lived there so long alone it would be intresting to have a "roommate". Someone he could perhaps torture if he had had a bad day. Besides if Potter was kept in the dungeons, he would just be a trouble. If he would co-operate he could maybe start to do the dishes and other stuff Tom usually made the house-elves do. Harry being bigger than the house-elves he would make a better slave than those he already had. That was a very appealing idea, Harry doing the dishes and cooking him dinner.

There was a temptation to torture Harry but it had to be ignored. He aknowledged that it would only make his life more unbearable with the boy, not less. After all fighting without eventually being able to kill the other was not a thing he wanted to think twice about.

Harry finally stopped when he had reached the gates of the castle. He had been so angry, not only about sitting casually on the same table with that murderer but actually having heard him trying to make some kind of casual conversation like everything was normal and okay. It wasn't. He was locked up with the person he hated most and only kept alive by him because he was a horcrux.

Harry tried to open the gate and felt a shock. What's the use, he thought. There was no hope for him to get out of there, if Tom didn't let him out willingly and he knew that he never would.

:: I saw the boy banging at the gatess ::

Tom sat quietly for a moment shaking his head.

:. He never learns ::

Nagini rolled into to the lap of his owner and Tom petted her.

After a while Harry walked into the room where Tom was sitting still holding Nagini. Harry was filthy and exhausted. Tom laughed coldly.

"Now that you have found out that there is no way out for you I suggest you come sit with me here by the fire and we try to make life more worth living"

Harry sighed and nodded and pull out a chair.

"Tell me about yourself" Tom said and looked at Harry curiously.

"What?" Harry asked astounished.

"I mean there must be more to you than what I know.. Tell me about what you like and what you don't like for example" Tom raised an eyebrow.

" Well.. If you must know I like quidditch and what I don't like is being here with you"

Tom sighed.

"I was never into sports. I think it is a waste of time, but I find it fascinating that you do love quidditch, Harry. And I can relate to your discomfort of sitting here talking to me. I don't find it fun either. But surely you understand that the circumstances being what they are it's best if we try to stand each other, unless you'd want to spend the rest of your life in a cold dungeon"

Harry shivered. He did not want that. If he really had to spend his whole life here it was of course better to try and stand the other man, if that was ever going to be possible. He knew begging him to let him go would never work and he also knew that Tom wouldn't be so stupid that if he really wanted to kidnap Harry that there would be a chance for Harry to be able to escape. And Harry being a horcrux, he realized that Tom would never let him go so it was either dungeons or the room he had just slept in last night. What he didn't understand though was why Tom wouldn't want Harry to rot in a dungeon? Maybe he was really lonely, surely he didn't have a wife or a girlfriend to keep him company. Harry didn't either, he had never had the time to build a relationship. And now he would never get one. He would die a virgin.

"I suppose. But please could you stop going after my friends and people I care about. I reggon´ it's no use to ask you not to go after anybody or ask you to command your forces to recruit completely"

Tom laughed.

"I do not wish to harm them if they join me willingly. If they don't I can't make promises, Potter. Nor do I even want to. This reminds me that your death has already been printed in the Daily Prophet. I think your funeral will be held at your birthday, how ironic"

Harry's birthday was in 2 weeks. This would definitely be the worst one yet and in Harry's case that was much. Harry nodded. He guessed the sooner his friends thought that he was dead the better. Not knowing wether he was alive or not would be the worse thing and they would definitely had tried to look for him, all for nothing. He knew that this place was so well protected no one would ever found him. Tom wasn't stupid. Besides Tom possessed the Elder wand now, he had no doubt done extraordinary magic with it to protect the castle.

Harry nodded. They talked something in general about Harry's life and what Tom's life had been like in Hogwards and then they talked about some people they both knew and exchanged opinions about them. It was quite clear to Harry that he and Tom were a lot a like. And this version of Tom reminded him more of that boy he had seen in the Chamber of Secrets than it reminded him of Voldemort that he had seen the last time. Destroying those horcruxes had made a difference.

Hours passed and passed when they just sat there talking. It was easy to talk and they seemed to have the same sense of humour. Both of them agreed that when Snape's hair was wet he looked like a drowned rat.

Harry started to feel tired and yawned. His old enemy smiled a little and then told him to go to bed and so he walked upstairs past the snake paintings and decorations and went to his room, layed on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Tom just sat there still looking absentmindedly at the fire. He had actually had a good day with the boy. The boy was very intresting and an entertaining person. He would call him nice. He felt a shiver. He was the dark lord, he shouldn't think that someone was 'nice'. What would a quality like that matter? Loyalty mattered, but not wether someone was nice or not. He shook his head, maybe he was starting to think like a teenager. He certainly felt his teenage body's urges which he never had had in his old body. He ignored them of course. He would not sink as low that he would touch himself.. and he would never sleep with anyone.

Bringing such pleasure to another person was not a fulfilling thought for him. And to let someone see him enjoying and being weak like that... No.. Besides who would he even have sex with? He had never thought that he would like to have sex with someone. He did however find some people attractive. Harry for example was very handsome. But did he want to put his cock into Harry? The thought was disgusting. Not that he liked women either. No, he could never be attracted to a woman. They were too weak, even physicly. No, when he found somebody attractive they were always men, like Harry and that Malfoy boy. Men were his equals, women were not. And he rather wanted an equal.

:: I ssee the boy likess you ::

:: Heh, I doubt that. What makes you say this Nagini? ::

:: I am ssnake, yesss. And you two are parsselmouthss. I ssense it about the boy. He iss lonely, jusst like you::

Tom glared at Nagini. He didn't want the snake's opinion wether he was lonely or not. But Nagini was right. He was lonely, he had always been. He had never trusted anyone, and why would he? Only to be betrayed and hurt again. A painful memory came back to his mind from his childhood but he chose not to think about it now. Instead he walked upstairs and swung Harry's room's door open and took a seat.