Voldemort tugged Harry's hair, and his scalp tingled, and a soft noise left his parted lips. Voldemort saw it as an invitation, some kind of green light, and he dropped lower, eyes still targeted, as he swooped, pounced, struck, attacked. Harry didn't know how to describe it, but he caught the predatory glint in Voldemort's eye just before they connected and turned his head.
Voldemort's mouth met his cheek, he gave a quick peck, then withdrew with a soft snort from his nose. Voldemort's body that had been all tense and curled forward, suddenly relaxed, and he went back to hugging Harry again.
Harry could feel his heart pounding away, but Voldemort's heart rate was matching it. They were so close together he could feel both, completely out of time, and disorienting. He was being punched by their hearts, and the sensation made him dizzy, slightly nauseous.
Voldemort's heart started to slow, and he released Harry's hair. They stood together in the bathroom, Harry clinging onto Voldemort's shoulders, and Voldemort's with his arms secured around Harry's back, giving his warmth, taking Harry's weight, and making him feel ashamed, and comforted at the same time.
Voldemort sighed,
"Come on. Let's get you a towel, and I shall get you a warm drink."
"You tried to kiss me."
"I did. And you got aroused again."
"I didn't."
"At least I am honest with myself. Now come on…"
Voldemort moved Harry towards the sink, and he clutched on before Voldemort released him.
"Oh,"
Voldemort said, turning around and picking up a pile from the floor,
"I came up to give you these."
Harry looked at the towel, and clothes, then he frowned,
"Wait, these are my clothes."
"Yes…They are."
The warm feeling Harry despised fizzled in his stomach. He was happy, grateful, relieved, all emotions he shouldn't have felt. He shouldn't have felt any positive emotion towards Voldemort, but when he touched his shirt, he couldn't help flashing a smile.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome. I shall see you in the sun-room."
Harry sat down on the toilet, dropped his head into his hands and sighed. He couldn't like Voldemort; he just couldn't.
Voldemort inquired softly,
"How is the pain?"
Harry sighed,
"It's fine."
Voldemort sat down on the sofa next to Harry. He looked at the armchair and thought about moving, but he was comfortable, settled.
"It's warm."
Harry took the mug,
"Thanks."
They stared out the huge window together as he sipped his tea and enjoyed the view. Finally, he broke the silence,
"How was your childhood?"
Harry paused for a moment before he spoke,
"I know you were brought up in an orphanage…You told me all about your family…that night in the graveyard…"
Voldemort wrapped an arm around his shoulder and traced his scar gently with his other hand,
"My childhood…"
There was nothing but silence for a couple of minutes and then Voldemort spoke,
"I always knew that I was different from the other children. I could make things move without touching them. I could make animals do what I wanted them to do, without training them. I could make bad things happen to people who annoyed me. I could make them hurt if I wanted to. I learned to use and control my magical abilities at a very young age, even though I wasn't aware of what they were until Dumbledore enlightened me…"
Harry took another sip from the cup and spoke,
"Did you hurt anyone when you were a child?"
A truly demonic smile lit up Voldemort's handsome features and distorted them,
"Yes… I did… I have always desired power. It was always there, simmering in my head and I never had any emotions or feelings to hinder me in my pursuit…"
Harry leaned against Voldemort's side involuntarily as he spoke,
"Did you have to pretend to be normal at Hogwarts?"
Voldemort chuckled darkly,
"I can be quite charismatic when I wish to be… It was not difficult for me to wrap all the professors around my fingers… The students worshipped me. In fact, Hogwarts was where I gathered some of my most trusted death eaters."
Harry was about to pull away when Voldemort pulled him in close,
"Tell me…How do you feel about Hogwarts?"
That wasn't a difficult question,
"It feels like home."
A sly grin curved Voldemort's lips,
"Are you sure about that, Harry?"
Harry closed his eyes as he felt his mouth turn sour. He placed the cup on the table and then spoke,
"It felt like home until…"
Voldemort continued to stroke his scar as he inquired,
"Until?"
Harry sighed,
"Until you didn't kill me in that graveyard….Everything just changed for me after that night..."
Voldemort laughed softly before he pressed his lips to his cheek,
"That night changed everything for me as well."