Love?

It couldn't be... right? The Dark Lord couldn't love anyone, let alone Harry Potter. But he knew that Harry was right. It was love. He loved him. He loved Harry Potter.

And the best, and weirdest thing, was, that Harry loved him back. Someone loved him. He'd thought he was incapable of loving, and that someone would return it. But Harry did. How?

They still sat on the couch, their shoulders touching. Harry shifted and rested his head on Tom's shoulder. Tom looked down on the black-haired boy and smiled. He actually liked having Harry's head there. It felt nice. Warm. Comfortable.

"This is weird" he said.

"How so?" Harry asked and looked up at him through his eyelashes.

"For once, I've never loved anyone before. I don't know what to do."

"That's the beauty of it. You don't know. You have to figure it out for yourself."

He reached up and kissed his jaw lightly. Tom smiled at the gentle touch of Harry's lips against his skin. He wouldn't mind having more of that.

I wonder if his lips are as soft as they seem. Well, just one way to find out.

He gently took Harry's face in his hands. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly leaned down. Harry responded by lifting his head, knowing what was coming. Tom smiled and then let his lips touch Harry's. He drew back, only to capture the lips again, this time harder and deeper. Harry's lips moved in sync with Tom's, as if they'd been waiting for this moment since… forever.

When the kiss ended, it left both of them panting.

"That was…" Harry whispered and touched his lips with his fingertips.

"Yeah" Tom whispered back, then initiated another kiss. He pressed his tongue against Harry's lips, smiling as he felt the boy tremble. When Harry parted his lips, his tongue gladly entered, mapping out the insides of Harry's mouth, exploring every little corner. Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around Tom's neck. Gently, Tom lowered him down on the cushions and shifted so he was lying on top of Harry. He moaned at the taste that was Harry. Sweet, like vanilla, yet spicy. Perfect.

Harry's hands stroked his back up and down, then dragging his fingers through his hair. The movement made Tom tremble.

When the kiss ended, they were both silent. No words could describe the feeling. Tom began to sit up, but Harry trapped him with his arms.

"Don't. Please. Can't we just lay here for a while?"

Tom smiled, but complied. He buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck and inhaled the scent of Harry. His Harry.

"I'm really glad you knocked on my door" he mumbled.

"Me too."

"Tom?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"I was just wondering… what will happen now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, you have to come back from 'Albania' sooner or later. What will happen to us? To me? Will I be staying here?"

"Of course not. You're coming with me. Did you really think I was going to leave you here?"

"Well, I-"

"You're quite dense sometimes, Harry."

"I know, I know. So, where will we go? To your secret hideaway?"

"Yes. Riddle Manor."

"You have a manor?"

"I just said I did. Pay attention."

Harry grunted and stuck out his tongue. He knew he was acting childish, but he knew it made Tom laugh. And quite right- Tom smiled and chuckled at Harry's antics.

"When will we leave?"

"I don't have a tight schedule. I can come whenever I please. Tonight. Tomorrow. Next year. That's one of the beauties with being a Dark Lord."

"You'll always be Tom to me" Harry said and hugged his… lover? Yes. Lover. He really liked the sound of that.

Tom smiled and hugged him back. They were lying outside, on the field with the sunflowers. They'd been there for almost the entire afternoon, but none of them wanted to move. It was so peaceful.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." Harry said and sighed contently.

"You girl."

"Shh! Don't spoil the moment, Tom!"

Tom laughed but kept silent.

At Riddle Manor, things were chaotic. The Death Eaters had received news that their Lord would return that very night and everything had to be in place. Lucius Malfoy, one of the members in the Dark Lord's inner circle, wanted everything to be perfect for his Lord's arrive. When it was time, all the Death Eaters gathered in the Great Hall, waiting. Soon enough, they felt magic in the air, and knew the Lord was close. A few seconds later, he appeared at the end of the long table, dressed in his usual black robes.

His followers opened their mouths to greet him, when they noticed he wasn't alone. Someone was standing beside their Lord, hiding from sight.

"My Lord" Lucius whispered, "welcome back. May I ask who's with you?"

"The person you see behind me is my lover. He's quite shy, which is why he's hiding. He'll be staying with me, in my chambers. His name is no business of yours, yet, that is. You're not to talk to him, touch him, or even look at him without my permission. Is that clear?"

All the Death Eaters were shocked. The Dark Lord had found a lover on his journey? Who?

"Is that clear?"

"Yes, My Lord!" was everyone's response.

"Very well, then. I expect a detailed report later, Lucius."

"Of course, My Lord."

"You're all dismissed. I'll be in my chambers."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, the guest still hidden from sight. As the door closed, the whole room erupted in questions.

"Who was it?"

"Is it a girl or a boy?"

"The Dark Lord is homosexual?"

"What makes him so special?"

As soon as they entered Tom's chambers, Tom pushed Harry up against the now locked door. His lips attacked Harry's, showing no mercy.

"Eager are we?" Harry asked when the lack of air was showing.

"Very." Was the reply, then the lips met again. Tom pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth, smirked as the boy moaned underneath him. It made him feel so powerful- knowing that he could turn Harry into a pile of moaning, writhing and panting.

"You taste delicious." He whispered huskily, then kissed Harry's neck.

"I've never heard that one before" Harry replied and smiled. He moaned again as Tom found a sensitive spot on his neck. He winced in pain as Tom bit him, then trembling as he felt Tom's tongue sooth the mark.

"You're evil" he muttered.

"Of course, what did you expect?"

"We have to report this to Dumbledore" Avery told his companions as they walked down a hall, "it will confuse him as much as us."

"Do you think it's that Potter brat?" Nott asked, but looking doubtful.

"Of course not, are you stupid? Those two are sworn enemies, why would they be lovers? Use your brain, once in a while."

Nott muttered something about cursing his so called friends, and the others chuckled. Even the mere idea of their Lord and Potter being together was incredulous.

They walked into an empty room and disapparated to Hogwarts.

"A lover?"

"Yes. He brought him with him from Albania. None of us knows what he looks like, or his name. He's a mystery."

"Indeed. Well, try to find out as much as you can about him. Maybe he'll be an asset in our quest to defeat Voldemort. Do it discretely, though."

The Death Eaters nodded and disapparated back to Riddle Manor.

Harry awoke with a start. He'd had a nightmare again. Couldn't they ever end?

"Another nightmare?" Tom asked.

Harry nodded and buried his face in Tom's chest.

"Do you want to tell me?"

Tom was so tactful. If Harry didn't want to talk about his nightmares, he dropped the subject. He loved him a little more because of that.

"I was in the forest. I'd been running for hours, yet they were so close. I felt Dumbledore's hand grip my shoulder, then he threw me to the ground. He used a charm to bind my arms and legs together, I couldn't move. Then, Ron and Hermione came. They looked down at me and laughed. Said it would be nice to get rid of me. That I was nothing more than an annoying brat. That I didn't deserved to live, just because I was a part of you. Dumbledore told them that they could do it. Kill me. They raised their wands and spoke the curse. Then I woke up."

Tom was silent. Harry knew that part of him being his horcrux was bothering him.

"Harry" Tom said, seeming to grasp for the right words, "do you ever regret it. Being my horcrux, I mean?"

"No" Harry said and shook his head, "I don't. I'm a part of you, and I would never want to change that. I love you. And, knowing that a part of you in inside of me… it's kind of a turn-on."

Tom laughed hard at the last part, making Harry blush.

"I agree" Tom finally said, when he'd got control of his breathing again, "it is a turn-on. And I love you, too."

Harry smiled and kissed his lover's smooth lips. They massaged each other, then Harry decided to be bold. Slowly, he touched Tom's lips with his tongue. He felt joy when Tom parted them and pushed his tongue inside. The taste was intoxicating.

"You taste so good" he murmured when they parted for air. Tom smiled and rolled them over so Harry was straddling him. Harry was a bit surprised at the action, but smiled and leaned down to capture that sweet mouth again. Their tongues battled for dominance, but Harry soon surrendered. Tom chuckled in his mouth and wrapped his arms around him. They were disturbed in their kissing, when they heard a knock on the door.

Tom groaned and sat up, with Harry still straddling his hips.

"Who's there?"

"Lucius, My Lord. May I have a word?"

"Should I hide?" Harry whispered and climbed off.

Tom motioned for the bathroom and Harry quickly slipped inside and closed the door. Tom dressed in a robe and opened the door, with an angry scowl on his face.

"What is it, Lucius? You disturbed me in my sleep."

Lucius bowed in front of him, then looked up.

"Forgive me, My Lord, I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to give you the report you wanted."

Tom took the papers Lucius handed him, then waved him off. Lucius got the picture and quickly walked away. When Tom was sure that the door was locked and a silencing charm put up, he called Harry.

"What did he want?" Harry asked and sat down on the bed.

"He wanted to give me the report I wanted."

"That's all? Couldn't it at least have been something serious? World-threatening?"

Tom chuckled and kissed Harry's forehead.

"Tom? I just remembered something. When we first came here, and you 'introduced me', something felt wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I just have a strange feeling about some of the Death Eaters. The ones that searched for me in the forest. What if they work for someone else? I'm sure they wouldn't be out, searching for me, on their own accord."

He felt Tom stiffen at his words.

"Do you know their names?"

"Avery, Nott, Crabbe and Goyle."

"Hm. I'll keep an eye on them. The only other person I'd suspect them to work for is…"

"Dumbledore."

"If they really are spies, they'll pay dearly for their betrayal! I was such a fool to not have noticed this earlier."

"You're not to blame, how could you have known?" Harry asked and looked up at his lover.

"I should have! I'm the Dark Lord! To know that my followers are working for my enemy is-"

"Our enemy."

"- our enemy is the greatest betrayal I've ever… What did you say, Harry?"

"Dumbledore isn't just your enemy now. He's mine as well. You didn't expect me to stay on good terms with him after what he said, did you?"

"Well, I just thought… Harry, does this mean you're joining the Dark?"

"Maybe. I don't know yet, I'll think about it today and give you an answer this evening. If I did join the Dark, I don't want to be marked, just so you know."

"Granted. Anything else?"

"Like I said, I'll think about it. But I'm tempted."

Tom could've jumped and danced in joy. Harry actually considered joining the Dark! What a triumph! Dumbledore would never stand a chance against the both of them. Together, they would be more powerful than ever.

"Is there anything I can do to persuade you to join the Dark?"

"I'm sure there is, but I can't think of anything right now. But I'm sure there's something you could do" Harry said with a wink.

Tom smirked and kissed him passionately. Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around his neck, holding him close. Tom pushed his tongue inside Harry's mouth and moaned at the taste. He would never get enough. He slipped his hand beneath Harry's shirt and traced the soft skin with his fingers, causing Harry to tremble. He soon reached a nipple and encircled it with his fingertips. By now, Harry was a writhing mess.

"Uh, Tom… it feels so good…"

Tom didn't reply. He pulled Harry's shirt off him, then replaces his fingers with his mouth. Harry gasped and arched his back, trying to get closer to the hot, warm mouth. Once the nipples were hard, Tom moved downward, kissing, licking and nipping at Harry's skin. When he reached the brim of his trousers, he stopped and looked up at Harry.

"Harry?"

Harry only nodded, unable to speak. Tom smirked, then with a swift movement, pulled down the pants along with the underwear, causing Harry to gasp again.

"Someone is happy to see me" Tom teased and chuckled. Harry only groaned.

Tom traced the vein on Harry's member with the tip of his tongue, then put the tip in his mouth, sucking lightly. By now, Harry was in heaven. Paradise!
Slowly, Tom took more of him in his mouth, sucking and licking. He bobbed his head up and down, faster and faster, until Harry thought he'd explode from all the pleasure.

"Tom! Ah! I'm going to- to…!"

Tom hummed, and Harry screamed as he came in Tom's mouth. He took several deep breaths, trying to slow down his heart. He'd never felt anything so fantastic!

"That was… amazing!"

"I know. I'm that good."

Harry groaned and smacked Tom on the arm.

"Do you have to bring your ego into this?"

"I'm not. I'm just saying I'm good. Don't you agree?"

Harry pouted, then smiled. He knew he had lost this one.

"Yeah" he muttered.

Tom laughed and hugged him hard.