For the entire next week, Voldemort read book, after book, after boring book (well to Harry they seemed boring), trying to figure out what on earth happened that day. He pretty much isolated himself and Harry thought that it was silly. So he decided to approach him, while he was nose deep in a particularly thinner novel.

"Tom?"

"What?" He answered tiredly.

"Let's try it again."

"What?" He replied in a livelier tone looking up at Harry with a scrunched forehead.

"Well, you've been reading forever and you haven't seemed to have found anything. Maybe if we tried it again…you could understand what happened better." He explained innocently.

Voldemort spoke in a low voice and narrowed his eyes, "Harry…"

"Just hear me out, it'll just be completely for platonic…er...research purposes. You've been doing this by yourself this whole time, I want to know what happened too, you know!" He pulled a chair over to Voldemort's side of the desk and sat down on it. "Just once."

The Dark Lord looked at him blankly, lost in his own thoughts. "Fine…just once is fine...I suppose."

Harry smirked but regained seriousness as he leaned in. Their lips met, pressed together softly. This time, they felt it start to build gradually unlike the spontaneous combustion they'd experienced the first time. For a few seconds they stayed like this, feeling it slightly, however it didn't build any more than a slight tingle.

"My Lord!" A male voice exclaimed bursting through the door.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin and so did Voldemort. They'd pulled away from being startled before he saw anything though. However they were awfully close.

Rabastan stood in confused shock for a few seconds too long, before falling to his knee. "Please, your utmost pardon my Lord, but it is an emergency."

Voldemort growled, more particularly that he couldn't feel anyone approaching. He stood in one swift moment, flipped his cape over his shoulder and walked out the door, Snape style. Rabastan followed behind promptly, not before giving Harry a curious look before he left.

He then felt his heart was beating a lot faster than he realised.


Harry sat lazily on the floor of The Dark Lord's bedroom as said man paced around, seemingly looking for something.

"Dumbledore's planning something…of all times…right during the middle of this whole thing." With the banishing and accusations of muggle borns and the like not being witches and wizards going on, he expected the old man to be looking for their boy wonder, not scheming plans. "Are they even looking for you?" Voldemort asked more to himself.

Harry had to admit, he was quite hurt, although he knew his best friends were still searching for him, hopefully not though. He didn't even read any of the Daily prophet Voldemort had stacked up lest it tell him something he really doesn't want to see, like being declared dead or 'Boy Wonder abandoned us'.

He got up, annoyed by the Dark Lord's rambling and walked over to him, he put his hands on his shoulders and looked up at him, since he was a few inches taller, "Last time didn't count, alright?"

Before the "what" could exit his mouth, Harry pressed them together, repeating their soft kiss. This time he pressed harder and felt the mixture of what could only be described as ecstasy build. He moved his lips and waited to see if Voldemort would do the same. He did. Harry deepened their kiss as lips touching turned into a full make out session. He licked Tom's lips and he let Harry enter his mouth. His tongue was shy as he let Harry intertwine them.

Harry didn't know when the other's arms wrapped around his neck and Voldemort didn't know when Harry's hands wrapped around his waist. Because they could feel it and oo did they feel it.

Their height difference too, made their embrace absolutely perfect.

Harry, lost in their lip locking session started to grind a little against him. Wakening Tom from his stupor, he opened his eyes and widened them as he caught a glimpse of something wispy and yellow. He pulled away from a still dazed Harry and watched as the little lines of sparkly golden and light green wisps danced across their skin. Though somehow the two didn't mix hues whilst snaking together.

It caught Harry's hazed eyes as well and they both watched as the remnants disappeared into thin air between them. Voldemort's forehead scrunched up in thought. Harry began leaning back in but Voldemort didn't even notice as the answer hit him.

"I know what this is…" He said quickly and quietly to himself. He pulled out of their embrace and hurried off to confirm. Harry stood there for a while still processing what he just did and really questioning his sanity now. Though, to be honest, he really didn't care if he was insane if it felt like this.

He ran behind to catch up to Voldemort, who'd headed to his main reading room. He watched as he searched through his many bookshelves. He stopped abruptly and pulled out a rather thick book delicately. It looked very old and fragile. He rest it on the desk and opened it carefully. He did the same with a few other books, trying to connect dots.

"So what exactly…was happening?" Harry enquired softly.

"I'm not sure but I think I have an idea." There was only one way to confirm it and there was no way Voldemort was doing that. But it wasn't like there was going to be any other explanation, he just refused to accept it.

Harry knew he was going to be at this for a while so he just sighed at the ceiling and left for bed.

He lay in Voldemort's bed that night, recalling earlier's actions. He must have fallen into an alternate universe, yes, that must be it. Definitely. Made out with snake-faced Lord Voldemort. Never in a million years. He passed his hands through his hair and sighed troubled.

He fell asleep eventually.

He was woken up quite roughly, by a hectic Dark Lord, "Wake up boy! Get up!" He yelled shaking him.

Harry groaned with eyes still closed and turned to the side, "I'm up…I'm up."

"How could I not notice before?" Voldemort asked to himself in particular.

"Know what?" Harry asked drowsily.

"You…you're my horcrux"

Harry started up fully awake, "What?"

"There are two options, I can either destroy you, or reconnect with it…"

"What…how? Why? Can't we just leave it like this?"

"Well, it may not hurt now but when I do this…" He explained pressing his index to Harry' forehead.

Harry yelped, "Okay, ow, ow." He pulled away from the finger, "I get it. So…how are you going to…reconnect with it?"

"How can two souls be made into one, Harry?" He asked calmly facing away, with his arms folded.

"Er…I don't know…?"

Voldemort pressed his fingers between his scrunched brows, eyes tightly shut, "How do two people become one?" He asked in frustration.

Harry looked to the side in confusion then with widened eyes his chest heaved in an inhale as he wordlessly exhaled, "Oh..."

"Precisely." Voldemort replied still looking away. It went from 0 to awkward real quick

"So er..."

"So nothing. There are more important issues at hand, Dumbledore is planning something in the muggle world. We'll deal with this later."

Harry nodded at him. He looked at Voldemort, no Tom, and just stared. He looked at Harry confused and got up. "Being a dark Lord is stressful." He muttered to homself and went to the balcony. Harry stayed put, he lay down staring at the ceiling.

Sleep would not come to Harry. He didn't know if he laid there for minutes or hours. He looked over at the open door of the balcony and didn't shiver as the wind blew the long wispy curtains. Frustrated he got up and went to balcony as well.

There was Tom, looking just as he did that night; nothing short of a porcelain sculpture, with the moonlight illuminating his ivory skin. Harry sat next to him and the man didn't move. He just stared at his canvas which Harry saw was blank.

Harry took it and Tom let him, he was no artist but he could try. He gently took the charcoal from his hand. Harry didn't know what he was going to do but he let his feelings move his wrist. He let them create lines and dots over the canvas randomly. Satisfied, he gave it back to Tom.

The dark Lord looked at it and the smallest smile could be seen, he blindly reached for the charcoal and began filling in. It started looking like an actual piece, something beautiful, that they made, together.

Tom's etching was smooth and slow, like he was caressing the canvas, unlike the quickness of his other one. Pleased, he paused to look at it, unfinished but going somewhere. He looked over at Harry finally and it was then the boy realised how close he was to Tom's face.

Neither of them pulled away though. Harry gazed at Tom's eyes and admired the blue humanness of them. Tom also saw the up close beauty of Harry's green eyes. Green for Gryffindor? Their eyes were the only thing that broke the rules of matching their dramatic lives.

Neither of them knew who leaned in first, maybe together, maybe not. But it didn't matter when cool lips met warm ones. Contrast that made steam only they could see and feel.

Tom could never describe the feeling that this boy, this insolent boy, gave him. It burnt inside his chest and made him experience several emotions at once; to the point where it hurt. He wanted it to stop and at the same time never end. Excitement, anxiety, fear, joy, Ecstasy. And he wondered if Harry felt the same things as well.

Lips molded together passionately as Harry embraced him. It could only be described as erotic with Harry between his legs. No hands roamed though.

They kissed until their faces hurt.

Harry rest his head on Tom's shoulder to catch his breath and he did the same as well. Only the sound of their huffing and the soft breeze against their ears could be heard. There was no confrontation as they started kissing again.

They went until they fell asleep in each other's embrace.

Harry, to his surprise didn't wake up in bed but lay on the balcony atop Tom's robe and had become entangled in it. He managed to catch a glimpse of Tom's foot as he left the balcony. He wondered if he was mad and if things were going to become awkward...or even sensual, he blushed.

Harry didn't know the half of the adventure to come.


A/N: Sorry I took so long. College and stuff, writer's block had me this chapter. I was also working on some other stories. Check out my livejournal (candiedkitty dot livejournal dot com) if you like THE MIGHTY BOOSH. Howince forever.