A few days have passed. Harry and Voldemort had fallen into a routine of eating meals together and getting to know one another a little more, with Harry attempting to score some kisses from his beloved. As night falls, Harry would leave the manor and head home to Potter manor where he would learn and practice his demon magic. Then as the morning dawns he would slip back to his Dark Lords room and cuddle him close. Relishing the contact, but leaving before he woke up. He valued his life; while Voldemort couldn't hurt him he could make his life miserable. Afterwards he would leave the bed always placing a single red rose with white heather, a sprig of juniper, a red tulip and a blue violet on the bed table (meaning -Love, passion, respect, courage, I love you; Protection, wishes will come true; Protection; Believe me, declaration of love; Watchfulness, faithfulness, I'll always be true.) Leaving his Dark Lord once more to train his magic, while always coming back for shared meals.

Every morning when Voldemort wakes up, he wakes up with the feelings of being warm and safe, but always alone. He knows Harry comes by and sleeps with him for a few hours before leaving. He wonders why Harry just doesn't stay till he "officially wakes up". Although it gives him some comfort to find the bouquet every morning, knowing what they mean, he is beginning to believe Harry was more serious than he once thought.

Once dressed Voldemort heads to the dining room knowing that his mate will be there, it doesn't matter what time he goes down for breakfast, He is always there.

"Good Morning," he was greeted.

"Morning. Why do you always leave before I wake up?" He questioned.

Stunned for a moment, Harry took some time to find the best way to answer. Looking his mate in the eye he answered "I leave in the morning, because I didn't think you would want me there."

"Why would you be there in the first place?"

"I need to be able to hold you, to reassure myself that you are here and well. Being with you and holding you calms my demon side that burns with anger for everything we have suffered."

"What if I don't want you there?" Voldemort asked with a calculating stare.

Shocked and a wee bit afraid, Harry looks way, taking a breath to steady his nerves, he replies in the most toneless voice he could muster, "Then I will abide by your wish. Excuse me, I have a meeting." Placing his napkin down at the same having the shadows take him away. He had to leave before he damaged anything. He needed more control.

The Dark Lord seeing that Harry was leaving was quick to grab on to Harry, causing both of them to be transported to the Potter manor. Never have travelled by shadows, Voldemort was disoriented for moment. Enough time for Harry to make his way to another room. Harry being so distraught never noticed the extra person that came with him, nor when that extra person followed him to his training room. Silently watching him as he blew up quite a few vases before conjuring up dummies that looked that the one who had betrayed him. Destroying them with every spell and curse he knew before moving on to some of his demon power that he had mastered. Doing it all wandlessly and some wordlessly.

The Dark Lord who never let an opportunity pass followed Harry. Seeing a practice room he wondered what he would do. When his mate began blowing up vases with some low level light spells, he was quick to sneer, thinking that's all? But the sneer was quickly swiped off his face when Harry conjured up dummies that looked-like the blood-traitors, the mud-blood, Snape and Dumblebore as well as Fudge, and a few Order members. He stared openly watching as Harry used spells and curses that a ranged from advanced light to advanced dark. All wandless and wordless. Clearly he had underestimated his mate and his skills. He was beginning to see that maybe Harry could protect him like he promised. His mind was drifting whiling watching. He was thinking that this morning conversation hadn't quite gone to plan. When he asked that last question, he saw the look of fear and pain in his mate's face, before it was gone. Hearing the toneless voice it sent shivers down the spine. He was so used to hearing the happiness in Harry's voice that he never wanted to hear the toneless directed at him again. If he would have waited a few seconds more, Voldemort would have finished the questioning with "What would you do if I want you to stay the night and wake up with me?" Seeing the shadows moving brought his full attention back to what his mate was doing. He watched as shadows came from everywhere and engulf Snape's dummy leaving nothing behind, like it was devoured. Another shadow moved to the mud-blood where the shadows winded around her, contracting, breaking the dummy in half. The final shadow moved to Dumbledore, watching as the shadow turned to a black flame and burned the dummy to ashes.

Harry having worked out his anger was left with sadness; he sat down heavily and was blinking back tears. He knew having his Dark Lord as his mate would be tough. He knew he shouldn't have snuck the snuggling time in but he needed his mate so much. He laughed bitterly when he thought that just maybe he was getting better. That someone had finally wanted just him. He couldn't catch a break. From the backstabbing betrayers to a mate that didn't want him. Just when he thought he would break down in to sobs, an owl came in dropping off letter. Opening it he read:

Dear Lord Potter-Black,

We would like to inform that certain persons tried to gain access to their vaults and yours. While confused that they couldn't access yours, thanks to the dragon you had brought in, they went to their vaults only to scream in outrage that they had no money. After yelling at some employees they were roughly thrown from Gringotts with lecture on how to behave in the bank.

You have more friends than you previously imagined Lord Potter as nearly every goblin sneer at the people as they ranted about you and quite a few even defended you. If you would like to see a memory of the visit, please feel free to come by anytime.

May your day be prosper

Chief Ragnok

Laughing at the letter and began to plan his next visit to Gringotts, he was startled when he felt someone behind him. Stiffening and having the shadows bind the person, he turned around to see his mate standing behind him.

After watching Harry practice his demon power, Voldemort was shocked to watch him sit heavily on to the floor not caring if he was damaging his robes or not. Then he heard that bitter laugh, a laugh he knew well, he knew that he had messed up and that he need to fix this. Walking over to his mate, he was about to speak when an owl came in dropping off a letter before leaving. Hearing another laugh, one not so bitter, piqued his interest. Stepping closer he read over Harry's shoulder. A small smirk formed towards the end of the letter. Yes, he had been truly underestimating his Harry. Harry must have finally realized he was here. He saw him stiffen then Voldemort was bound in shadows. When Harry turned around his face went from cautious to blank.

"What are you doing here? And how did you find this place? I have it so well hidden that not even the goblins know where the manor is at." Harry questioned and stated tonelessly.

"Is this any way to treat your mate? Ignored than bound?" Voldemort drawled.

Harry's eyes narrowed.

Sighing, Voldemort answered, "I'm here because you did not have the decency nor the patience to finish hearing what I had to say. As for me finding this place? I didn't. I grabbed onto you when you did your shadow trick." He saw concern flash through the emerald when he said the last part, there was hope that he might be able to salvage this day.

With a not quite so toneless voice he asked, "Well. Finish what you were going to say. I have others things to do."

Not liking the blatant order he narrowed his eyes, and said, "Was going to say 'what if I didn't want you to leave when I wake up? What if I wanted you to stay from the moment I close my eyes?' but you being your gryffindor self couldn't wait and left." Sneering he continued, "I thought you said were never going to leave me?"

"I had to leave," Harry whispered. Feeling guilty he added, "I had to, otherwise I would have lost control and torn apart your manor. I would have returned for lunch and dinner, after I had more of my feeling and emotions under control. Did you… Did you really mean your last question?"

Voldemort knew his words cut his Harry deep. Instead of mocking him he just answered, "yes".

As soon as he said that one word, he was being kissed. Kissed possessively. He was being dominated and he willingly submitted. When Harry pulled him closer, moving a hand grip his ass and the other being wound into his hair, nearly moaned. The Dark Lord wanting to be closer moved his hands to Harry's back, pressing closer. When their hardness touched, Voldemort moaned and Harry growled. Breaking away for a breath, Harry began pressing light kisses to his beloved's jaw and down his neck while taking their robes off. When they were free, Harry moved to kiss him more passionately, licking and nipping the lush lips while lifted Voldemort up and having him wrap his legs around his waist he carried him to the study where, they had appeared. Laying Voldemort down on a couch, Harry sat up and began to unbutton his mate's shirt kissing the skin that was revealed. Traveling further down did the same for the pants pulling them off and revealing his beloved's erection. *Cough well, um you know what happens next, yeah? Well they don't go all the way, so um, just use your imagination. Wink wink*

As they lay here warm and relaxed. Harry running his hand through his beloved's hair, while Voldemort lays on Harry content and ready to sleep. "Would you like to stay and spend the day here with me and perhaps spend the night in my room?" asked Harry.

"Yes, I would like that. And you won't be disappearing before I wake up?" replied a sleepy Dark Lord.

"Only to get you breakfast, so you may have it in bed. Why don't we take a nap? We'll have a late lunch."

"mmmm" was the drowsy reply.

Kissing his Dark Lord's forehead, Harry fell asleep with his mate in his arms for the first time.

And Voldemort's last coherent thought was 'Harry makes a decent pillow and blanket.'

AN – soo not that I'm uncomfortable writing lemon, it's just that I can't write it. Hehe. So yeah. Anyways hope you liked and enjoyed it. If not let me know. I'll try to rework it. Also thank you for the review and alerts. It's an awesome feeling , knowing that someone is reading your writing and likes it. So thank you!