A/N: Alrightie, here's another chapter! More Tom and Harry interaction and the arrival at Malfoy Manor!

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~~~Chapter Eleven~~~ You're Still A Part Of Everything I Do

"Hey, mate..." Ron said calmly, eyeing Draco warily as they got on the Hogwarts Express.

Harrison pursed his lips, stealing himself for another fight or verbal assault as had become the norm when the three of them were in the same proximity together. The youngest Weasley male gave Draco a stiff nod, much to their surprise.

"Yes?" He asked, his eyes taking in his ex-best friend.

He felt Draco's hand touch his lower back, offering his support as best as he could at the moment. It was a soothing thing that Harrison took strength from. Hermione was standing off to the side, clearly observing this interaction intensely.

"I just wanted to say...that I've been a right bloody prat lately and that I'm sorry. I'll tell everyone else to just lay off. I'll hang out with your snake buddies. I just wanna be mates again." Ron said in an almost desperate whisper.

He looked at Draco for his silent opinion. The blonde gave an uncharacteristic, nonchalant shrug in his own consent. It was clear what his opinion was: It's your decision. Harrison gave him a bright, affectionate smile. It was nice for someone to give him the chance to make his own choices.

"Alright, Ron. I'll give you another shot. I'll see you later though, okay?" He said, giving the red head a consoling smile. The look of relief on Ron's face was one that took him off guard. He was still pondering it when he filed into a compartment with Draco, Blaise and a handful of other Slytherins.

Harrison kneeled over the toilet, heaving what his pink mouse stomach could no longer contain. The finger down his throat certainly didn't help the situation either. In between heaves, he let out heavy sobs. How could he have done this? How could he have given in and eaten so much? He had eaten everything given to him without thought for three days now. He couldn't help it...it was like when that first muffin touched his tongue, his brain had gone on autopilot and he hadn't been able to stop. Now he was paying the consequences. Dieting was the consequence they faced for exceeding the feed limit. But Draco had a soft hand on his shoulders, rubbing his back calmly. His comforting only made Harrison feel worst. He felt like he had disgraced not only himself but Draco too. He wanted to be perfect for Draco and they were supposed to be in this together. Now he had diverged from their plan, broken away from the path they had set on together. He felt like scum. Worst, he felt like one of the Dursleys. The thought brought another dry heave from his now blissfully empty stomach. He was worthless. He would have to fast all week just to make up for this one indiscretion. He snorted to himself. Indiscretion? More like a blood bath, food being the barbed wire pasta and razor blade cookies he had scarfed down his greedy gullet. He wanted to be clean and pure. He wanted to be loved and appreciated for something he had accomplished, not something that was forced on him that he barely remembered. He wanted to feel...good about himself. He wanted to feel worthwhile. A cool cloth was placed on his face, forcing a shiver down his body. Draco gave him a small, sympathetic smile, wiping his face for him of the mess. What had he done to deserve someone as wonderful as Draco Malfoy? Nothing. So now he had to earn his love. He had to earn the right be be adored by this wonderful person. His best friend helped him to bed without a word of condemnation, undressing him and wrapping him in adoring arms. Harrison drifted off into an unrestful sleep, trying to feel like he belonged in those arms and ignore the lancing ache in his throat that seemed determined to overload every other sensation..

Voldemort was waiting for him when he fell asleep. The man had a frown on his handsome face and was standing stiffly instead of his usual lazy lounging position he usually took in their ""meetings"". He wasted no time in making his confusion known. ""What's happened? I felt your distress and pain."" He said, his voice demanding his explaination. Harrison waved off his concern, going to tell him it was nothing but all that came out of his throat was a pained croak. His hand flew to his throat, grimacing at how much trying to talk hurt. Or trying to swallow. He let out a gravelly whimper. Much to his surprise, Harrison found himself suddenly horizontal, being carried bridal style over to the sofa that had suddenly appeared in place of his usual chair. He tried to keep the surprise off of his face, especially when the Dark Lord produced a blanket to wrap around him. Voldemort was...taking care of him? How peculiar. ""Well since you seem unable to keep up with decent conversation tonight, you'll just have to listen to the dulcet, sex-inducing sounds of my own voice."" The man said with a cocky smirk. Oh Merin's balls, what had he gotten himself into? He gave the Dark Lord an eyeroll to show how he felt about his arrogance but nonetheless, settled down into the cushions to listen to the man talk about his life since they had last spoke. There was plotting and dry wit, torturing insolent Death Eaters and vague talks about a trip he would be making soon. He didn't elaborate on the trip so Harrison merely wrote it off as a raid or journey to gain allies. Before he knew it, he was drifting into true sleep, lulled by the sound of his voice. ~*~ Harrison stared up into the canopy of Draco's bed, his mind lost and drifting elsewhere. Some of his fondest memories were spent in this bed. Narcissa had offered to give him a room for when he came to stay but he and Draco had politely and graciously declined. He didn't like to sleep away from Draco when he didn't have to. There was a shifting beside him as his best-friend as the blonde rolled over on his side to watch him. There was a knowledge in those molten eyes that sometimes frightened Harrison and sometimes he had come to depend on it.

"You dreamed of him again, didn't you?"

It wasn't phrased like a question. Harrison leaned forward to rest his head on Dray's arm. He always knew when he and Voldemort had had one of their "meetings". How, he wasn't sure but he always did. It was a small comfort to say the least when he didn't have to put into words why he often woke up feeling perturbed and anxious. He didn't have to give him an answer. He already knew. The end of the dream came to mind and merely thinking about it brought that lancing pain back to the forefront of his conscious. A whimper crawled up his throat, drawing more pain with it. He had thrown up too much the night before…He was certainly paying for it now. He brought a hand to his throat much as he had in the dream. Harrison could feel Draco's frown.

"Harrison? Are you alright?"

His only answer was an agonizing head shake. He'd never had strep throat but this was what he had imagined it to be like when Dudley got it every year. Dray immediately had them both out of bed and into dressing robes so they could hunt down his father. Mother would be out with Lady Zabini this morning. He took Harrison's hand softly in order to calm him and led him down the west wing of the Manor where his Father's study was. It was where the Malfoy sire would likely be at this time of day. Lucius enjoyed sitting in comparable peace in his study to read the morning paper with a coffee to start his day. Harrison gave another choked sound as if he was going to say something but opted out of it because of the pain. The dark colored wooden door came into view and Draco knocked before they walked in. He went to open his mouth to explain himself, only too soon realizing that his father had company. Very familiar company. The Dark Lord's vermillion eyes glinted at the two of them, zeroing in on their clasped hands. He took in Harrison's pale, ill looking form for a short second.

"It seems I was correct in assuming your illness of last night was more than in your mind, pet." The man said, his voice caught somewhere between a purr and a frown.

Harrison was stunned in surprise. This was the first he had seen the Dark Lord in person since his rebirth and was rather embarrassed to find that the man was just as attractive in person that he was in his dreams. Oh my. That hauntingly handsome man strode to stand before him in just a few long steps. Before Harrison knew what was happening, his cool hands were suddenly on the teen's throat, feeling gently for any obvious damage or signs pointing towards strep-throat or something similar. The Dark Lord tutted lightly, a single crease between his crimson eyes belying his frown.

"You will go see Severus immediately of course. You do not appear to have an obvious illness to explain your pain nor are you feverish, so a small check up will be run." He demanded, his words leaving no room for argument.

Too bad Harrison was going to attempt it anyways. His face flushed in irritation, ignoring Draco's warning squeeze on his hand. With much pain and a short whimper, he spoke angrily.

"I don't need a checkup and I resent you acting like my parent, Tom." He hissed, wishing fervently that he had used parsletongue. It probably would not have hurt as much.

The grin that split the Dark Lord's face was wicked, forcing his angry flush to turn into an embarrassed blush at the leering glint in the man's eyes.

"Oh, my sweet pet, acting as your parent is the last thing on my mind to do with you."

This invitation was an open one and even Lucius was all astonishment and amusement from his place beside his leader. Harrison tried to hide his blush behind an angry glare, though judging by Voldemort's laughter as he stormed out of the room his attempt had been unsuccessful. Draco was staring into space, wide eyed the whole way down the hallway. He seemed to be in some form of mild shock. They stopped behind a statue of some Malfoy ancestor while Harrison tried to collect himself. He gave his friend an annoyed glare as silver astonished eyes turned to stare at him like he were something amazing that had just been discovered.

"What?" Harrison barked out, seething in embarassment and irritation.

He immediately regretted his harsh word when his throat gave a painful throb.

Draco looked at him with eyes full of disbelief.

"The Dark Lord has a thing for you, Harrison! He wants you!"

The emerald eyed boy repressed the urge to bang his head on the statue next to him. Great. Just great. And not only had he announced his perversion to the world, Voldemort had embarrassed him in front of Lucius! He was never going to live this down. And, knowing his life, the situation got much worst when Narcissa came out of the door next to them, a bushel of lavender in her hands and a curious expression on her lovely face.

"Who wants you, Harrison?" She asked calmly, every picture of the elegance and grace that she was.

Of course Draco HAD to spill the entire scenario to her without any mind to Harrison trying to shut him up, dying of mortification in the background. Why was this happening to him? He left the two of them there, trudging to Severus's potion's lab filled with humiliation. Idly, he wondered how long it would take for Draco to realize he'd left him there.

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