Whispers in the Dark CHAPTER FOUR
The next week passed swiftly with a routine firmly set up. Harry had finally made some progress with his knife. His magic had reacted better to creating the sharp instrument when he concentrated on his feelings when he murdered his uncle. It still wasn't perfect but it was a lot better than that silly little butter knife. Hopefully he'd have an acceptable weapon in a couple of days.
As the week progressed, he also grew more comfortable with Rodolphus. The older man was slowly working on breaking down the raven haired teen's walls. He was constantly messing with Harry to see how much he could get away with.
Harry no longer flinched when the older man ran his hands over the teen and eagerly participated in kisses.
Rodolphus was still determined to be the one to fully claim the delicious green eyed minx. He was determined that no one else would claim the boy. The Death Eater watched silently as the aforementioned minx worked steadily on increasing the sharpness of the small knife he held.
He wasn't as thick as people sometimes assumed (and he encouraged them to assume). He had figured out why Harry was wanting to know what Sturgis Podmore looked like.
He wouldn't say anything but he fully intended on being with Harry when he killed the miserable blood traitor. Killing when someone was attempting to rape you was different than killing in cold blood. He wasn't sure how committing a cold blooded murder would affect Harry.
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"Son of a bitch!"
Rodolphus dropped his book in surprise as Harry started cursing. Seeing the Gryffindor holding his hand close to his chest, Rodolphus quickly crossed over to the young man.
He pried Harry's hand away from his chest and saw a long gash on Harry's palm. Looking around he spotted the bloody knife laying on the floor. He kicked the knife out of sight before turning to deal with the cut.
"Harry, you need to calm down. Your healing magic is a lot stronger than mine. You need to focus."
When Harry still struggled to heal his wound, Rodolphus pulled Harry's face up and kissed him. As Harry finally calmed down, the wound slowly began to heal itself. Of course, neither prisoner noticed this.
Rodolphus pushed Harry down on his cot, eagerly attacking his mouth and running his hands everywhere he could reach. Harry was just as eagerly running his hands over the older man.
He decided that he wouldn't allow this to go so far as sex, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself in other ways. He may have wanted it, but just couldn't bring himself to sleeping with a married man (whether he wanted it or not).
They fell asleep that night wrapped up in each other's arms.