Ice and Snow
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Parselmouth
[Harry to his pets and vice versa]
{Luna to her pets and vice versa}
/telepathic connection between Harry and his friends/
-Letters-
Harry took of his shirt, shoes, socks and folded them up and placed them on the floor next to the dresser. He then transfigured his jeans into leather pants. Harry chuckled to himself as he magically removed his underwear.
"When he sees me he better get a damn nosebleed." Harry said to himself.
Harry made walked into the adjoining bathroom and got both his hair and upper body wet. Thankfully he didn't freeze the water by accident or when the water hit his body. He then climbed on the bed and had magic tie a silk cloth around his wrists and the bed frame.
Harry snickered to himself as he laid there knowing that his mate would have a major nosebleed when he walks in and sees Harry likes this.
(With Voldemort)
"I wanted to see if you had any progress on finding out if there is a rebellion forming."
"No. Apparently miss Lovegood had threatened to burn all those who form or join a rebellion." Answered Lucius.
"Miss Lovegood said that she didn't want any of her friends hurt and seeing how a rebellion could cause this she would personally kill them all." Bella continued with a smirk.
"Perfect. Now miss Granger and Mr. Weasley are in the dungeons frozen. Make sure that they unthaw by tomorrow night."
"Of course my lord, but my I ask why they are frozen and what Mr. Potter is doing here?" The Lestrange brothers asked together.
"He is here since he is my mate. As for those two, well..." Voldemort smirked as he thought about it causing the other occupants of the room to shiver in fear. "They called him a traitor and a whore so he froze them." He then dismissed them. Each looked shocked and they left.
After they left Voldemort entered his bedroom. As soon as he stepped in though he froze in surprise. There on his bed was a wet, tied up Harry in leather pants. The water clinged to Harry's hair and the water on his torso had pool to his stomach. The leather pants looked as if they were tight enough to be a second skin. Just as Harry had predicted Voldemort had a major nosebleed.
When he noticed Harry smirk he knew that he had planned this. He devised his own plan so that he could get revenge on his little demon mate.
He climbed on to the bed and hovered over Harry's form. He leaned down and kissed Harry. Harry opened his mouth and Voldemort took the invitation and started to re explore his mouth with his tongue.
Slowly he made his way to Harry's neck. Voldemort started to kiss, lick, bite, and suck on every piece of skin there. He left hickeys in his wake. He wanted to make sure that every inch of Harry was marked. Once Voldemort reached his neck he found the pulse and bit down until he drew blood. Harry whimpered in pain and pleasure causing Voldemort to lap up the blood and sooth the bit over.
"Want more my little demon?" Voldemort asked as he withdrew and smirked.
"Yes." Harry said breathlessly.
Voldemort smirked one more time before he leaned down and took Harry's right nipple into his mouth and started to bite and suck on it while his left hand played with his other nipple. Harry moaned in pleasure. He arched his back off the bed to push himself into Voldemort's mouth and hand. When Harry's nipple was hardened and red from the abuse, Voldemort switched to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
When he finished his treatment on Harry's nipple he kissed, liked, suck and bit his way down Harry's chest and stomach leaving a trail of love bites. He lapped up any water on the way, but soon was stopped by the leather pants. He ripped the pants off and smirked when he heard Harry moan in relief as his penis sprang up in freedom.
Voldemort's smirk widened as he summoned a cock ring and magicked it onto Harry. Harry noticed and looked down. Once he saw the ring he glared at his mate.
"What the hell!?" Harry asked/demanded.
"Consider this my revenge for giving me a nosebleed." Harry glared at him even more.
Voldemort quickly got rid of his own clothes before he leaned down and sucked Harry's cock. Harry, who was still glaring, dropped his head back on the pillow and started to moan and wither in pleasure. Harry should have known better than to play dirty.
Voldemort continued to suck as he summoned lube to himself. He put a decent amount on his fingers and then pushed his pointer finger into Harry's puckered hole. He slowly moved his finger in and out, searching for his mates sweet spot. He added a second finger and started to prepare him. Meanwhile Harry was writhing underneath him. Harry felt the third finger enter him and then he saw stars.
Voldemort had entered a third finger and started to really search for Harry's sweet spot. As soon as he shoved his fingers into him as far as they could Harry's back arched and he gave a small shout of pleasure.
"D-do that again." Harry demanded.
Voldemort looked up at his withering mate and noticed that Harry was covered in a light sheen of frost. He was also panting and his pupils were wide. Voldemort smirked at him before complying to the demand. He continued to finger Harry until he deemed him ready. He pulled his fingers out and smirked yet again as Harry let out a whimper of loss and disappointment.
Voldemort position himself and then dove into him. Once he was fully in he stayed still to allow Harry a chance to adjust to the intrusion. When he felt Harry move his hips he pulled almost all the way out before he thrusted in again. Harry struggled against the silk that bound his hands away from his mate. Soon Voldemort was hitting Harry's prostate with each and every thrust.
"H-harder and f-faster." Harry demanded and Voldemort was all to happy to obey.
Voldemort leaned down and kissed Harry. He felt Harry's wall tighten around him and could hear Harry whimper in need of release. He kissed his way to Harry's ear.
"Beg for me, love. Beg for me to let you come." Voldemort said as he licked the shell of Harry's ear.
If Harry wasn't so far gone in pleasure he would have put up a fight, but he was too busy seeing stars to care.
"V-voldemort, please l-let me come." Harry begged to his mate. "Please I-i need to c-come."
Voldemort smirked and took of the cock ring. As soon as it was off Harry came hitting Voldemort in the chest and stomach. Voldemort felt Harry's walls tighten even more and after a few more thrusts he too came.
He slowly pulled out of Harry causing him to whimper at the loss. He released Harry from his binds and then he casted a cleaning spell on both of them before he cuddled into Harry. Harry rolled over so that his head was on Voldemort's chest.
"That was awesome." Harry mumbled into his chest.
"Thank you. Now try to go to sleep and we will talk more in the morning." Voldemort said as he covered both himself and Harry up with the blanket.
"In a second. Did you mean it when you called me love?" As he asked this he hid himself into Voldemort's chest.
It broke his heart to hear Harry ask this. He knew what the Dursley's had done and also knew that thanks to their abuse Harry believed himself to be unwanted and unlovable. He was enraged by this. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them and get revenge. First though they needed to unthaw and he needed to make sure that Harry knew about his feelings.
"Harry look at me." He sighed when Harry buried himself further into his chest.
Voldemort flipped them over to that he was once again on top. He held Harry's hands away from his face with one hand and with the other Voldemort held his face so that it faced his own.
"Now Harry, I want you to listen to me." Voldemort waited for Harry's nod before he continued. "I love you. I know that I only just found out that you are my mate, but I have fallen in love with you. I believe that I started to fall for you when the year began."
"Really?" Harry asked has he started to tear up.
"Yes. Have I ever lied to you?"
"No." Harry smiled at his mate.
They rolled back over to their previous position. Harry fell asleep after that. Voldemort stayed awake to watch his mate. He was glad that Harry believed him. Now he could plot all the ways that he was going to torture those disgusting pigs. He soon fell asleep.