A/N:

Hi all, sorry it's taken so long, hope you can forgive me ;)

As always, a massive thanks to all my reviewers, love you all

Jasmine Indigo Sappihhra wins best and most crazy review you write how I speak.

My Alternate Reality: well, Siri can't do embarrassing godfather things if he isn't ;) (Ok well he can… but he can do even more if he's free)

Patronus Moonstone: The author would like to point out that she takes no responsibility for mental instability caused by this story ;)

GoddessonmyKnees: If I'm being total honest… I wrote that and posted it before I remembered that they were keeping it a secret, I guess Voldie just loves him that much. So I went with it lol, glad it worked.

GinHanelle: Longest review ever :p glad to see someone putting that much effort in. And don't worry, your not late, the Mpreg vote can last until the end I get what you mean about it not fitting brilliantly into the story, BUT, Voldemort and Harry haven't been together long, as there relationship develops it may seem more likely. There will also be more pairings happening, who may be more likely to have a kid than an evil dark lord

nt2mentiondapinchas: Thanks, one of the things I struggle most with is trying to portray emotions, so glad you like

Also: I'm looking for a beta for both this and a Veela's Mate. If anyone's interested please get in touch.

Warnings for this chapter: my first lemon scene… let me know what you think.

Its basically the second half of the chapter, for those who don't want to read it

Also, bad language, slash blah blah blah

Enjoy…

"Parseltongue"

He glanced around the room, "No? Good, you may depart." He looked at the inner circle and said "Elites stay behind." With that he turned and walked out of the room, closely followed by Harry.

"You told them about us" Harry said in disbelief.

"I'm not ashamed of this Harry" Voldemort replied, wrapping his arms around the younger boy, "I want the world to know how important you are to me"

Harry rewarded him with a blinding smile, saying "well I guess that's ok then." With a wink.

"Minx" Voldemort replied, slapping his arse as he walked back into the hall to tell the remaining death eaters to relocate to his manor.

The death eaters stared in shock at the unmasked Harry Potter, who was sitting at the Dark Lords side and hissing to him in parseltongue.

"Look at their faces, that was sooo worth it." Harry hissed, smirking.

Voldemort was, unfortunately, having some unforeseen problems with the hissing sounds that Harry was making; namely that they were making him hard.

Pulling himself together, and thanking Merlin for loose fitting robes, Voldemort called the meeting to attention, completely missing the smirk on Harry's face when he realised the effect his parseltongue had on the Dark Lord.

After a very long (and in Harry's opinion, boring) meeting was finally called to a close, the death eaters began milling around the room, talking about the plans that had been discussed and gossiping in general.

"Harry" Lucius called over.

Harry wandered over to where Lucius was talking to another man, and greeted him smoothly, "Lucius, how have you been?"

Lucius smirked, "Very well. Harry, this is Lord Parkinson."
Harry inclined his head to the man Lucius had gestured to, saying, "Lord Parkinson, it's a pleasure to meet you. A relative of Pansy Parkinson I presume."

Lord Parkinson bowed, "A pleasure to meet you as well My Lord, although I must admit it was also a shock."

Harry was taken aback by the way was he was addressed, but made sure not to let it show. He instead allowed a small smile to play across his lips.

"My daughter was actually the reason I wished to talk to you." Lord Parkinson continued. "Lucius here was telling me that you and Draco had made amends, and I was wondering if there was a chance for you to meet with Pansy, so that you could clear any bad blood between you."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Have Lucius let you know when he will next be bringing Draco to the manor, Pansy will most likely be more comfortable if there is someone she knows present." He smiled, "now if you would excuse me, I might get into trouble if I don't make at least some effort to circulate." With a wink at the slightly shocked Lord Parkinson, Harry made his way over to where Remus and Sirius were standing, with Greyback.

"Hey Siri, Reemy, how you two holding up?" Harry murmured in a low voice.

Sirius smiled at him, "Alright Pup, you?"

"I'm coping, people keep calling me 'My Lord' though."

"Nah shit Pup, the Dark Lord declared you his equal, of course their calling you that."

Remus smiled at Harry sympathetically, before saying "Harry have you met my Alpha?"

The werewolf in question bowed to Harry, who in turn nodded to him, before once again excusing himself, to go to talk to more of the Dark Lords followers.

To say that Harry was exhausted was an understatement. He had spent hours talking to Voldemort's inner circle, following stupid pureblood protocols and pretending like he gave a shit.

He was undressing when he was disturbed by a knock at his door. Quickly pulling on a pair of jogging bottoms he called out "come in".

The door opened to reveal Voldemort, who's mouth dropped open at the sight of Harry, who was not only topless, exposing a very toned upper-body, but who's bottoms were hanging loosely off of his hips, looking like they were about to fall off.

Voldemort shook his head, trying to pull himself together and managed to get out, "I was just coming to, ermm, thank you. For, you know, tonight. I, ermm, know you, you know, hate those things…"

Harry smirked, Voldemort never stuttered. In a surge of Gryffindor courage and remembering the effect parseltongue had on the Dark Lord earlier, Harry stretched so that his waistband dipped even lower and hissed "See something you like…"

Voldemort inhaled sharply, blood rushing to his cock, before smirking back at Harry. "Very much so…" He hissed before pushing Harry against the wall and kissing him hard. Harry whimpered slightly when Voldemort bit gently of his bottom lip, pushing his hardening groin up into Voldemort's.

Voldemort's fingers roamed over Harry's chest, marvelling at the hard muscle before tweaking his nipples. Harry moaned at the sensations, but tensed when Voldemort's hand slipped towards his waistband.

"I wont do anything you don't want me to" Voldemort murmured against his mouth. "Trust me"

Harry nodded and closed his eyes as Voldemort's hand slipped under his bottoms and gently squeezed his cock. Voldemort smiled at Harry's reaction and slipped to his knees, gently pulling down Harry's jogging bottoms and boxers.

Harry's eyes shot open as he felt Voldemort's warm, wet mouth swallow his erection, unconsciously bucking his hips.

Putting one hand across Harry's hip to stop him moving and the other on his own, now rock hard, cock, Voldemort continued working his tongue along Harry's length. He swirled his tongue around the head, stopping to dip into the leaking slit.

Harry let his head fall back as Voldemort took his whole length into his throat and hummed, before back slightly and hissing around the head. Repeating this, Voldemort realised that Harry wasn't going to last much longer and moved his hand faster on his own cock.

Feeling his orgasm building, Harry managed to give a strangled warning to Voldemort. The hum he got in return sending vibrations up his length, proved to be too much for Harry, whose hips bucked as he shot ribbons of cum down Voldemort's throat, triggering his own release.

Voldemort stood slowly, taking his wand and cleaning them both, before pulling Harry close to him.

Harry smiled up at him before summing up the experience in the only words he could think of: "fuck, wow."

Voldemort smirked, kissing Harry languidly, allowing him to taste himself on his tongue, before pulling over to the bed and allowing him to snuggle against his chest.

"I should get you to thank me more often" Harry murmured, before falling asleep.

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