"Lusius please call my son to me." Voldermort barked this order to his most loyal follower who had just entered his throne room, he nodded and departed.

He returned a few moments later with a fifteen year old boy with mussed raven hair, an eye brow stud, a tongue piercing and three silver hoops in his left ear. He was still in his black silk pyjamas and yawning.

"Good morning father, you wanted to see me."

"It is two o'clock in the afternoon, were you still in your bed?" Voldermort gave the teenager in front of him a stern look.

"Of course I was, and I would also like to go back there sometime today as I have to go to school tomorrow."

"That is precisely why I have summoned you, you will not be going to Durmstrang instead you will be attending Hogwarts this year."

"What...why?"

"Because I said so, now go up stairs and dress, I will send a house elf up to aid you, you will also be attending the deatheater meeting this evening, as my followers will be bringing their own children for you to meet."

"Great, groupies." Dylan Lazarus Riddle who had been formally known as Harry James Potter left the room to dress. The man he assumed to be his father had never told the teenage boy of his true parentage and he didn't plan to either.

Dylan opened his walk in wardrobe doors considering what to wear after his shower, the meeting was in an hour and he had to look respectable.

He finally decided on his black leather trousers which clung to him hungrily, a plain black t-shirt that fit like second skin and black platform-ed boots that reached his knee, they had belt buckles up the outer sides and steel capped fronts.

After his shower he dressed and moved on to his make up. He enjoyed looking intimidating while standing next to his father.

He coated his lips in black using his wand, heavily outlining his eyes in black also before charming it to stay on until he charmed it off. Dylan then using massive amounts of gel spiked up his hair before deciding he was ready.

Dylan entered his fathers throne room before any of the deatheaters had arrived; Voldermort frowned when he saw his heir.

"Did you have to wear that?"

"This is who I am; anyway it frightens the hell out of every one at Durmstrang."

"Very well, I would like you to go and greet the Malfoy's, they will be arriving early with their son as I wish to discuss something with Lusius, you will play host to his son, Draco I believe."

"Whatever."

As Dylan said this the fire place across the room burst into emerald green flames and two blond haired men stepped out of them. They both immediately bowed as if they were house elves.

"Dylan, take young Malfoy around the grounds while I talk to Lusius."

"Yes father."

Dylan simply walked from the room and Draco followed obediently. Dylan had never seen anything as beautiful as Draco before. He was usually confined either to Durmstrang castle or Riddle manor. He was to well protected, to venture out into public places.

The younger teen came to a stop by a large oak and leaned against it reaching in his trouser pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

"Do you smoke?" He offered one to Draco who declined. "Just don't tell my father he'd do his nut. He gets extremely cranky when it comes to me."

He took a long drag, inhaling the smoke. "I don't think I've ever heard the Dark Lord called that before Master."

"One thing you have to learn about me Draco, I hate being called Master, I am not my father and I hopefully never will be."

"Alright...Dylan."

"So tell me about Hogwarts then."

"Well, there are four houses, I'm in Slytherin, I suppose you'll be as well...being who you are. The headmaster is a complete mudblood lover and is rumoured to be the only one your father is afraid of...he'll properly think your scared of him as well."

"I'm scared of nobody."

"That is obvious."

"How about you, what are you afraid of?"

"I don't know, I never really thought about it if we're honest, look the other deatheaters are arriving we'd better get back."

"I decide when we go back and we don't, not yet any way."

"You want to stay out here with me alone then?"

"Yes, who wouldn't, I mean you're gorgeous, you deserve to be ravished."

"Do you want to...ravish me Dylan?" Draco's breath quickened as he spoke, the distance between them became less with Dylan's approach.

"Am I that obvious?"

"No...I...it's."

"Nervous?"

"A little."

"Don't be."

"It's not that easy."

"Then let me help you."

Dylan stepped even closer pressing his jet black lips to Draco's pink ones. In that moment they became as one. Their tongues battled playfully together hands wandered places they shouldn't but neither seemed to care.

"I am sorry for the intrusion young master but your father calls." Squeaked a house elf louder than necessary, it was obvious she had been trying to get there attention for a while.

"We will be up momentarily Doris." Dylan sighed, turning to Draco. "Now we go back."

"What happens now?" Draco asked as they walked.

"We go to school."

"No, I mean between us."

"We'll see."

The two entered to see a circle of masked figures with children standing next to them. Draco went to his father's side while Dylan joined his.

"Now my son has seen fit to join us we may begin."

The meeting seemed to drag on for hours and Dylan zoned out for most of it. He hated these meetings. At one point he lost himself in Draco's eyes but quickly regained his posture.

When it was finally concluded Voldermort called the Malfoy's to him as every one else either flooed or disaperated.

"Yes My Lord."

"I am extremely busy this evening and the majority of tomorrow, I do not want my son to stay alone in the manor so you and your son will remain here. Your lovely wife may join you of course, as long as Dylan makes it on to the train tomorrow I do not care; now I must take my leave. Good bye Dylan."

"Bye Dad." Dylan embraced his father in a hug before he disaperated also. You will be staying in the guest room on the fourth floor, I believe you know where to go, I will show Draco to his chambers if you wish to contact him he will be in the room adjacent to mine, and you may leave." Lusius nodded and departed. "All mine."

"Just what you wanted."

"It's not a question of what I want Draco but what you want."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"Follow me."

Draco followed Dylan up to his room on the third floor. It was huge, the walls and ceiling were black and the floor was a dark grey. The curtains that hung around the windows were made of a flowing white material. There were two other doors that lead of the room one Draco assumed was a bathroom.

There was a large double bed in the centre of the far wall that's blankets, pillows and drapes were an almost black grey colour.

"You really like the colour black." Was Draco's only reaction to the room.

"It's the colour of death, it's who I am."

"Your not death."

"No, my father is death, I am death's son. You are anything but like me. It's why I chose you."

"Chose me...for what?"

"For anything, to be with me, you don't have to be scared I won't hurt you or force you to do anything, but I want you to be mine."

"How do you know I'm not seeing any one else?"

"I don't, I trust that your not and if you are...well we'll get to that later."

"It's a good thing I'm not then isn't it."

The distance between them was once again minimal something Draco noticed. He wasn't ready for that just yet.

"I...not here...I'm not ready."

"I understand, I won't hurt you for speaking your mind, I'll show you to your room."

Well here you go, another chapter and longer than the last. Please R/R. any way I have writen a RPS and was wndering if any one knew of a site where I could post it. Thanks SS