Chapter 36

He was not the Dark Lord Voldemort for nothing. Voldemort had done everything in front of the Moore boy's father, all of it wordlessly though of course. His wrist holster for his wand had been pushed forward just a bit so that he could grab the butt of it without suspicion.

"I don't know what your plans are in regard to schooling, and to be perfectly frank, I couldn't care less." He told the boy, sparing his father barely a glance. "What I am here to say is that you will be leaving Harry alone from this point onward or you will be dealing with me."

"Oh are you the boyfriendhe was talking about?" Jason sneered. "No wonder he turned me down, I'm not decrepit enough for him."

Voldemort stiffened and froze for a second. He finally reached out and grabbed the boy by the shoulder, thinking the spell to turn his robes into a portkey while grasping the butt of his wand.

"You willbe leaving Harry alone. If you attempt to contact him again I will be filing for a restraining order. I appreciate your time." He glared down at the boy and stalked off.

The trigger was set to send the boy to Malfoy Manor dungeons in five minutes, before he had a chance to change, but after everyone had seen his walk away from the boy, leaving only a comment of possible further legal action and no other threat.

Harry contemplated how to deal with Hermione, should she figure anything out. On the one hand, she might stick with him, but he doubted it. She was a muggle-born, and while he didn't care one way or another, and he'd convinced Draco not to call her a 'mudblood', he couldn't stop him thinking of her as one. He could never convince Vol that muggle-borns were just as good as any pureblood.

Maybe he could convince Vol to leave her alone though, there was a thought. But it might not be enough for Hermione to just be left as the exception. She was too much of an idealist to let it lie. Ron was a lost cause though and maybe he could get to her through him. If she was willing to stand up to him when it meant standing with Draco, then his entire perception of the girl might be more skewered than he thought.

Frustrated, Harry decided to just figure out what it was about muggle-born wizards and witches that pissed Vol off, maybe that would help him with his situation.

Dear Mr Malfoy,

We at Hemingway feel compelled to inform you that while Mr Moore has been found not guilty of charges leveled against him, the decision to expel him stands. We do hope you will be returning to school this Monday.

Sincerely,

Deputy Headmaster, Jenkins

Harry folded the letter with a smile. At least Jason wouldn't be at school again. Did that mean he would get a new roommate though? If they were anything like Marshall it shouldn't be a problem though.

With a cheerier disposition than he'd had previously, Harry got up to find his lover.

"Come it." Voldemort called from behind his office door.

"Hey." Harry greeted, moving over to crawl into Voldemort's lap while the older man wrapped his arms around Harry.

"Hey you, what mischief are you up to?" Voldemort asked suspiciously. It wasn't often Harry came into his office and it was infrequent enough to warrant a bit of suspicion.

"Nothing really." Harry pouted. "Okay, so I have a question actually."

"A question, that hardly seems mischievous." Voldemort commented.

Harry took a deep breath. "Why do you hate muggles and muggle-borns?" He asked quickly.

Voldemort paused. "That's one hell of a question. I take back what I said about questions not being mischievous."

Harry laughed nervously.

"Well, how much do you know of my past?" Voldemort started carefully.

Harry leaned his head against Voldemort's shoulder, grateful that it seemed he was going to get an answer. "Well, only what you've told me really. Though the you that came out of the diary was a bit more forthcoming. He said, you said that we were both orphans, and we both grew up in... unfavorable circumstances. That's about it though. Was it really bad enough to hate muggles? And even if it were, not that I'm saying it wasn't, but why hate muggle-borns? I mean, we're pretty much the same since we were raised by them right?" Harry babbled out.

Voldemort dug his nails into Harry's hips tightly, drawing blood and making the incubus cry out.

"First of all, I don't want to hear you EVER tell anyone any of that. Are we clear?" He said tightly and Harry nodded frantically. "And second, we are NOT muggle-borns. What defines muggle-borns is their lack of magical heritage, they have no ties to our world save their small abilities with magic. And I do stress that their abilities are sincerely lacking. They have muggle upbringings and that contributes to my dislike of them, as I've experienced the damage that kind of upbringing can have on both their schooling and their entire outlook on our world." Throughout his speech, Voldemort had been loosening his tight grip on Harry's hips, his nails no longer digging into the boy's skin.

Voldemort's looked down at his bloodied fingers and sighed, casting a quick spell to clean them. "You are living with demons now, you really must learn to control your tongue batter." He said, rubbing circles against Harry's hips.

Harry grinned at the phrasing. "I can think of a few ways you can help me control my tongue better." Harry suggested.

Voldemort only grinned lecherously. It was good to have an incubus lover. He spread his legs invitingly and Harry slid from his lap to kneel between his legs, gazing up at his lover from the floor and parting his robes quickly. Licking his lips, Harry dove in, taking the whole of his lover into his mouth, hallowing his cheeks and running his tongue up the large vein on the bottom and tonguing the tip.

Voldemort wound a hand into Harry's messy black hair, tugging on it to pull the boy up.

"Now I thought I was to be teaching you better control of your tongue here." He commented lightly and Harry frowned in confusion. "Lick me, suck me, but do not touch my cock boy." Voldemort commanded. Harry's eyes widened at the command and he immediately set to work on the man's testicles.

Suddenly there was a knocking on the office door. Harry glanced at his lover, startled. Voldemort only grinned and pushed his chair forward , forcing Harry under his desk and effectively hiding him from view.

"Get back to work now." He told Harry. At the door he called, "come in."

Hermione frowned to herself as she listened to the drivel being fed to her. It was after classes and she'd been free all day of Ron incessant babbling, but it looked like her mini-vacation was over. Now that they were back in the Common Room he'd cornered her.

"And I know you were probably just being emotional and what not so I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I forgive you." Ron finished with a pompous grin.

Hermione ground her teeth together in frustration. "Ron, be that as it may, I DON'T FORGIVE YOU!"

Ron sputtered indignantly for a few moments, during which time Hermione stood and walked briskly up the girls' stairs where she knew he couldn't follow. Things had been changing quite a bit lately and she thought perhaps she needed to rethink her position in the grand scheme of things.

Harry had purportedly been kidnapped, though from her perspective it was looking more and more likely that he'd run away. The more time she spent with Ron, the more she wanted to defect in order to torture him the way he'd been torturing her with his presence lately. Malfoy had seemed to refrain from calling her a mudblood, though she couldn't think of any reason why that would be.

Seriously, why would Malfoy refrain from insulting her? She couldn't think of any reason, and she did not like not knowing something.

That in mind, Hermione sneaked down the stairs to see that Ron had indeed left the room before leaving to try and find Malfoy. It seemed he was the only one who might be able to sort some things out. Considering his father was a well-known and well-ranked Death Eater, his son was also likely to know if Harry had been kidnapped or had defected, and perhaps she would be able to trick him into letting something slip. But first, a quick trip to see the twins might be in order.