Title: An interesting development

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: AU, Harry is 16, the Potters are alive, Voldemort was vanquished, more details in the story.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

Chapter 10

Rodolphus was worried.

He knew for a fact that Lily Potter and her husband were away on vacation. So when the Potter head elf Flooed with a message that 'Little master' was sick, the wizard was concerned. He wrapped up the potion he had been making and then used the nearest Floo connection to get there and check on Harry. He already knew the way to the teen's bedroom and he climbed the stairs easily. Upon arriving the house was eerily quiet. An elf was there, waiting for his coat before leaving soundlessly.

He used his knuckles to knock on the door twice before opening the door.

"Harry?" Rodolphus asked.

"Come in!"

Rodolphus walked further in the room. The teen was sitting on his bed. He was dressed in Muggle clothes. Very tight Muggle clothes, practically indecent. And certainly not for wearing them at home, but rather at a club.

"Harry?" the wizard asked.

"I had to call you," the teen said. "I was getting ready when I felt nausea and my stomach aching."

Rodolphus let Harry rumble, the teen saying how he gradually got worse. Worry about Harry clashed with his curiosity about Harry's state of dress.

"Why are you all dressed up?" Rodolphus asked the young Slytherin.

Harry's face flushed. "I have a date tonight," he mumbled. "And I was anxious and giddy about it and now this happens! My luck sucks. All year round I've been pretending to be sick and now I really am." The teen shook his head. "Help?"

But Rodolphus' mind was stuck. "Date?" he asked as he stood in front of the teen stock still.

Harry gave a short, slow nod. "He was at my birthday party. A bit clingy. But he's cute enough so… I could do a lot worse."

Rodolphus' heart was starting to protest. "Cancel it," he said before his mind could think of something clever to say.

"What?" the look on Harry's face was one of disappointment and sadness. "But I wanted this!"

Rodolphus tried not to get affected by those green eyes.

"No, I'll go," Harry decided, getting to his feet. "It's probably just stress for the date! You know, I was actually planning to go a bit further than just kissing so that's why I…"

"What?" Rodolphus demanded.

Harry flushed again. "I was afraid to tell Draco, he would laugh. But you are my friend too, right? Partner in crime? And you are an adult. You understand right?"

Rodolphus struggled not to show any emotion, he really did. Here Harry was, all vulnerable and wanting his support and help and all the wizard could think was locking him up and throwing away the key, never letting such an exquisite wizard as Harry lose his time with idiots like that Higgs boy or others like him. Rodolphus knew he should have at least put on a show of examining the teen before outright forbidding him to go out. Even if it was nerves, Harry did not have to know.

"Harry, sit back down, I'll run a couple of spells. There's a nasty flu going around," the medi wizard decided.

The teen pouted a bit. Rodolphus did not find it odd. Harry was an expressive brat and he had many faces and moods and he knew most of them, including the 'Pout of Doom' as Lily had dubbed this particular face.

"Should I take off my clothes?" Harry asked and Rodolphus' mind went towards a dangerous direction.

"No need to," the older wizard said, using all his self control.

"Okay," the teen agreed and sat back down on the bed.

Rodolphus tried being professional but the proximity was not helping his newly realized emotions.

"So?"

Harry's voce shook Rodolphus out of his trance.

"Will I live, healer?" Harry asked teasingly.

"Till the next Quidditch match, yes," Rodolphus replied.

"That Bludger just appeared out of thin air."

Rodolphus' lips quirked. "Keep saying that."

"So," Harry said. "Can I go on my date? It is just nerves, right?"

The older wizard felt hurt when he saw the hopeful look in those green eyes. Still, he was a selfish man.

"No. you better stay in," Rodolphus told Harry.

"What? Why? I was so…"

"Does sex really matter this much to you?"

Harry blinked. "Who said anything about sex?"

"Isn't this what you were expecting from tonight's date?" Rodolphus demanded.

"Why do you care?" Harry asked him.

"What?"

"You heard me. Why do you care?"

Rodolphus peered at Harry. "No."

Green eyes continued staring at him.

"You slippery…"

Harry scoffed. "Finally caught on?" he asked, dropping the pout but pinning hard eyes on Rodolphus. "I saw you, glaring at Higgs. And I noticed you looking. And Draco told me. Your Aunt has not set you up with anyone in months, yet you continued with the deal. Why?"

Rodolphus tried to get away, but the teen caught his arm and would not let go.

"Say it!" Harry told him. "I want to hear you say it."

"You are playing a very dangerous game," Rodolphus warned him, voiced dark. "Do you have any idea what kind of man I am?"

"Yes. And have you learned yet what kind of man I am?"

"You are no man, just a brat."

"Yes?" Harry challenged. "And what do you want to do to this brat?"

Rodolphus' eyes glowed as his magic flared. "Don't play with me!"

"No! You don't play with me!" Harry yelled. "I can see through you! Why won't you give in?"

"Damn it Potter! Get it through your thick skull…"

"Don't play ignorant with me!"

"Why won't you stop?"

"Because I deserve to hear it, the truth and nothing but the truth."

"My control is wearing thin."

"Good. That's what I wanted in the first place," Harry told him.

Just like that Rodolphus' control snapped.

Furious lips crushed on Harry's and a kiss savage and dangerous started between the two, stealing the teen's breath and mind away and breaking any restraints Rodolphus might have had. It might not have been how Rodolphus wanted things to move, but this game Harry played had been the last straw. Rodolphus dominated the kiss, using his tongue to claim Harry's mouth and taste the teen. He continued kissing him until he ran out of breath and then started all over once he had enough oxygen in him. The second kiss was just as brutal and wild and the teen's moans showed just how little Harry minded the violence. Rodolphus pulled the teen to him, moulding their bodies as close as possible and stealing Harry's breath away

"Mine," Rodolphus hissed in Harry's ear much later. "I won't share you. You're mine Harry Potter. And I'm a curious monster."

"You are not a monster to me."

"Silly brat.

"Silly man," the teen returned.

Rodolphus kissed him again.

End of chapter