Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters… ditto. Rawr…. I'm tired.

A/N: Watch it.. theres kissing in this chapter! eeeewww... coooties

Voldemort carefully kept his emotions in check as Dumbledore carefully went over the things they wanted him to 'discover' about Harry. Lucius seemed slightly worried about leaving Voldemort and it made him sneer in the stereotypical trait of Slytherins.

"Yeah okay! I got it thanks…" Giving Dumbledore the eye of impatiens. Dumbledore seemed satisfied for the moment, but the twinkle in his eyes was less than it had been at dinner.

"Very well, Draco. Do try and play nice, though." He added as an after thought. Sirius, he noted, tossed a scathing look at Draco.

"Just don't hurt my godson, or you'll regret it, Malfoy" Sirius said in undertone, and Lucius replied in an equally dangerous voice.

"You'd be dead before your filthy paws touched him." There was a moment of icy tension before Dumbledore clapped his hands together and smiled, walking over to where Ian, Clair and Narcissa were discussing something of probably pettiness. Snape darted his eyes to Draco in silent knowing. This caused Voldemort to grin up at his 'godfather.' He made a mental promise to make this sleepover night … interesting.

Harry was back from his room making it (as he quoted) Habitable. He has also, Voldemort noticed, changed from his white shirt to a dark green shirt. And for the first time in Voldemort's renewed life in Draco's body several years ago, he caught himself wishing for the translucent white shirt… Voldemort scolded himself for this, trying desperately to get rid of the bad thoughts.

Dumbledore shook hands with the McLeod's and bit them goodbye, everyone else following suit. Soon it was only Clair, Ian, Harry and Draco in the room. Clair flopped on the cough, and Harry sighed. Voldemort realized that up until this moment all of them had been tense, strange that he hadn't noticed at all…

"Well that was… entertaining….." Clair eyed Harry. Harry shrugged. Draco's blond head looked to and fro from Harry and Clair while Ian minded his own business.

"C'mon, Draco, I'll show you my room." Harry said, grabbing his hand and leading him away. Voldemort looked at the contact and frowned as he felt a slight blush creep on his cheeks. Damn that boy!

He climbed up the stairs, still leading Draco by the hand and down a hall way, into the 3rd room on the left. It was medium sized, not as large as Voldemorts Room inside of both Riddle Manor and Malfoy Manor, but nearly. Upon entering, there was a nice queen sized bed, couch, fireplace, desk and another door, leading to the bathroom. It was cozy, and recently painted from the looks of it. It also appeared that he had settled in nicely for only being there for 5 days.

"You can have the bed, I'll take the couch." Harry said simply, letting go of Draco's hand when entering the room.

"You sure?" Voldemort forced himself to ask. Harry only nodded obliviously.

"Yeah, the couch is lower than the bed anyways." Voldemort looked at him funny, unable to make heads or tails of what he meant by that.

"Is there anything you need, want? Beer?" Harry managed a smirk at the last one. Draco visibly choked.

"Why do your parents let you drink?" He asked, his voice a mingle of awe and disbelieve.

"Well, for starters you'll notice their incredibly easy going-" He started, sitting down on the couch, motioning Draco to follow him. After he was seated, he continued. "And basically they believe so long as I do it with a responsible adult and never take any alcohol from anyone I don't know I'm fine. Oh, and they insist I be reasonable with it." He said, yawning.

"So, is there anything I can get you?" Voldemort inwardly smirked. If he would get the boy drunk… perhaps he would be far more susceptible to the power of suggestion.

"er.. Um... Brandy." Harry nodded and got up again, heading to the door.

"Stay there, I'll be back in a bit." And Harry left the room. Voldemort began pacing. This was indeed entirely not like him at all. He despised the fact that he was forced to play some dumb idiot, and even more so that he was to relinquish control over the situation to Harry Bloody Fucking Potter. The came an Itch at the base of his Skull that he knew he couldn't scratch. Frustrated, he lessened his mind barrier and allowed the i>real /i> Draco to speak to him, impudent little boy… but he could do nothing to torture him, only push him to the far reaches of their shared mind.

'What do you want!' he snapped.

'My Lord… I …'

'Well?' Voldemort sneered mentally, Harry was sure taking his time.

'I won't let you Hurt him.' Voldemort started, Draco WHAT?

'I don't believe you have a choice in the matter, boy.' he snarled mentally. But what surprised him the most was Draco was not backing down.

'I want Him, I want to make him scream my name… I….' Voldemort was almost mortified by this. But he encouraged Draco's boldness; he so ever rarely saw such boldness these days from his measly Death Eaters.

'I won't kill him… yet… He might just yet prove useful, and if he is… I might let you have fun.' Voldemort always rewarded his 'trusty' followers, and Draco had allowed Voldemort usage of his body without any reward for it… so far. And he supposed he could stand potter in the meantime… Oh course, the moment he shut Draco back out, he reflected that he was getting slightly jealous. Never a good sign for anyone.

After Harry left the room he walked calmly to the stairs and down them, and then bolted to his patiently waiting parents in the kitchen. They were cleaning up and Harry quickly grabbed some Alcohol, Brandy in specific for Draco, some ice and two glasses. He paused however, when his mother crossed her arms and glowered at him.

"Your not getting him drunk." Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Of course not! He asked for it…" Ian snorted at Harry reply.

"Well, keep your hands to yourself this time, you don't want to traumatize the only kid your age that you've met so far, do you?" Ian asked, finishing putting the remaining dishes into the dishwater and filling the sink with soapy water for the dishes that were either too big or simply couldn't go in the dishwasher.

"You know… Contrary to popular belief, I do know how to behave myself." Harry scorned, but he was smiling. His parents smiled back.

"So?" Clair inquired, completely changing the direction of conversation, this time Harry's smile faded.

"Yes about all of them, even Draco." Ian stopped what he was doing and Clair merely blinked.

"Well, can't say that wasn't unexpected-" Ian started.

"Meh, don't go blowing up anything just because he can do, okay?" Clair finished.

"Yeah, don't worry. I don't plan on telling him… everything." Harry finished quite lamely, but he was planning something. They seemed satisfied with that and let Harry return to his room with one waiting Draco.

Harry walked slowly, taking his time; he paused as the door of his room and suddenly felt a strong dose of foreboding, as if he was signing some contract by entering it, except he didn't know what it was. He turned the door knob and Voldemort looked up, having just sat down again from pacing. He smiled. Harry smiled back.

He walked over, and set the platter if items down on the desk, starting to mix Draco his drink, and his own.

"Ice?"

"No thanks."

So he was a straight drinker, interesting. Did his father teach him the subtlety of taste then? Harry shrugged the thoughts off and gave Draco his drink, sitting on the couch beside him. He didn't want to light the fireplace, it was summer and it was already too hot at night to be bothered. Though in winter this would become a little heat sanctuary.

For the time being, both sat in uncomfortable silence. Voldemort struggled to find something interesting to say, while Harry drank his drink and used his perception vision to closely observe Draco. He looked at Harry, while Harry seemed to be looking away, and opened his mouth as if to say something then closed it. Harry also saw, using his unique gift that Draco's eyes changed depending on the degree of frustration he experienced, and he saw them flash a dangerous red for a millisecond that he couldn't truly be sure that it happened. Harry was beginning to suspect from Draco that, a) he either wasn't who he said he was, or b) wasn't used to being resorted to shyness.

Harry smiled suddenly; he wasn't one to be shy either when it came down to it. But the blond haired wonder was truly an exquisite piece of Human. His skin was dove like, and snow pale. His hair was short, barely reaching to his shoulders and slicked back in an arrogant manner, except he didn't appear arrogant in Harry's presence. His eyes, though changed to varying degrees of red and grey red, seemed to be a normal pale blue, giving this ice effect to his eyes. Cold and mysterious. Harry liked that kind of trait in a person, if only Draco got beyond his contradicting shyness.

"What are you thinking about?" Ah, finally some speech, Dracos voice brough Harry out of his blasphemous thoughts and he looked at Draco with piercing green orbs.

"Well, I was thinking… about Keeping my promise to you." He saw Draco's eye twitch.

"Erm.. okay…" he sounded unsure. Harry burst out laughing, his voice a reverberation of silky sounds of sounding quite pleased.

"You so easily forget this morning, I'm surprised. Is your memory always so poor?" He chided, and sat up, placing his glace on the desk and facing Draco. Harry slowly took off his Shirt, delighting himself on seeing Draco's eyes bulge out of their sockets. Harry laughed again.

"If you can get your mind out of the gutter for a moment, Draco, then I'll keep my promise and explain my Tattoos to you." Draco hastily recovered from this, and nodded.

Voldemort bit his lip when Harry started to take his shirt off, and for a fleeting moment found himself craving to the absolute need of wanting to touch Harry everywhere. It was then he remembered Harry Tattoo's. That boy had been purposely leading Voldemort on. Of course, he had been too startled by Potters movements to really register the insult carelessly tossed at him, had it been anyone else he would have tortured them into submission.

He watched Harry sit back down on the couch, however he said down so his back was leaning against the plush arm rest, and one leg bent up with his elbow resting on his knee, and his other leg slung over the edge of the couch. He gestured and pointed to the first Tattoo, one on his wrist, depicting a shark swimming in water, as if he was about to find his prey.

"This one, I can honestly say I don't remember how or when I got it. I think it might have been a few years ago, one of my first. And I think I was drunk at the time, so really there's no story there. But you'll find a lot of my Tattoos were done when I was drunk, or messed up or unconscious or something to that degree in which I can't remember how I got it. Moving on, this one-" Harry pointed to a White (yes, white) Celtic Cross with an upside down purple pentacle in its center, it was small but the color in contrast with the white interior of the cross and the silver lining of it, made it very noticeable.

"-this one was actually for the memory of a friend that died about 18 months ago, car accident. She had a necklace just like it, and so I got a tattoo of it in her name. So I'll never forget her. She was a good friend. This one, on my shoulder here is actually kind of like a friendship tattoo between me and like… 7 other people." Harry had leaned over and twisted to the side a bit so Draco could get a good look.

Voldemort couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be to put his Brand on Harry… because the more and more time he spent in Harry's presence, the more he wanted to claim him. He had of course still blames Draco's gay hormones for the intrusion of his desires.

"I have a Tattoo of a small phoenix on my ankle, my dad actually took me to get it when I was… I think 13. It was the first Tattoo I got. And then there's the words. Um, some of them are in Latin and I don't quite remember what they mean so I'll come back to those one day, and last of all… My giant tattoo. I don't remember when I got it, probably a few years ago as well and probably when I was drunk, because I do remember a nasty hangover when I discovered it. I like to think it represents my bad side. So that's all of them, I guess." Harry finished, leaning back against the arm of the couch and observing Draco.

Voldemort looked at the snake, it was quite apparent that the snake slithered down under Harry's clothing. The scales black with red edges, and the eyes white with the barest of yell lines indicating the vertical pupils of a snake. The mouth of the snake was quiet, the tongue wasn't flicked out and the fangs weren't bared.

But in his dream, they had been. Voldemort pushed the thought away; it was just a silly dream anyways. But he couldn't get his eyes off of the Snake, it of course pleased Voldemort to know that the infamous Harry Potter had it in for Snakes and the Bad end of things... maybe he could be turned after all…

"See something you like?" Harry interrupted Voldy's thoughts and he started. Harry had said it at the exact moment that Draco had licked his lips while staring at Harry's torso, he was bothered by the look in his eyes, but ignored it.

"Er.. I um.. oh.. I…." Harry inwardly smirked. Normally he wasn't so cruel, but for some reason seeing the almighty Draco Malfoy (wherever he had gotten his opinion of almighty from) stutter gave Harry great satisfaction.

"Listen, I'm going to give you a bit of advice, if you have something to say or do, Do it and stop hesitating already, you've been giving me the same look all through dinner and even now, its obvious you want something so spit it out already." Harry told him, perhaps a bit more roughly than he intended, for the sudden look of venom mixed in with challenge in Draco's eyes told him he said exactly the right thing, and yet purposed that he was getting more than he bargained for. Still Draco remained sitting, his face changing to look pensive.

"Can I kiss you?" Both boy's blinked, Draco seemed to blush slightly, but Harry didn't even respond by that much. He merely studied the boy. Already placing a stereotype on British pretty boys.

The Silence was deafening.

Voldemort squirmed on the inside, what in the nine hells had prompted that out of him! And gods the look Harry was giving him, he didn't even blush or stutter… it was almost as if he hadn't heard him correctly. Voldemort opened his mouth to try and mend the situation by saying he didn't have to before Harry cut him off.

"Like I say, why are you Hesitating? You don't strike me as the type of person that would ask… let alone hesitate. Just do it." He said calmly, he was in the perfect position too, Voldemort noticed.

Draco crept up to Harry, leaning in between Harry's legs and gently touching Harry's exposed chest with his finger, for some reason he felt suddenly very hot, so Voldemort did. He decided that for once he would give in to Draco's body. He leaned in more, pretty much laying himself onto of Harry, who up until this moment seemed to continue being unresponsive. Voldemort pushed his lips into Harry's and for a moment thought he would die from the contact which sent wonderful jolts of something through his lips. He suddenly became ravenous to find out what Harry tasted like, and stroked Harry's jaw, as well as parting his lips to get Harry to do the same.

He responded, opening his mouth and giving Draco entry.

Voldemort could have swooned; Harry it seemed was an expert kisser. And his taste, he just couldn't place it. Harry's tongue expertly danced a tango around Draco's, and the barest of moans escaped from Harry's throat. And Voldemort found himself also wishing for the same thing Draco did, he wanted Harry to scream his name, he wanted him to make more noises.

Voldemort felt his third leg grow increasingly hard, but from the feel of it, Harry wasn't even semi-erect yet. Damn, Voldemort allowed his hands to run over the smooth tanned, picture graphed skin. His tongue slid over Harry's more and more, licking the roof of his mouth, and then plunging like a deep sea diver back as far it would go without choking, and Harry he found did the same, running his tongue all over Draco's teeth.

But Voldemort must have done something wrong, because he felt himself pushed away, breaking the kiss with a small auditable pop. Green eyes almost seemed Angry, but they weren't, they were blank, no cloudy haze of arousal, just clear, bright yet blank.

"I think its time we went to bed, Draco. Goodnight." Harry slipped from under him and walked to the closet doors, that Voldemort hadn't notice before. When Harry came back, he was careing a light blanket and pillow, obviously for him when he would sleep on the couch. Draco had moved on to the bed and sat there breathing heavily.

"Um… I'm sorry-" He started, Voldemort felt so out of it, that he was actually feeling sorry. Damn. He was feeling sorry for the Brat Potter! How ridicules...

"For what? You should probably go do something about that, by the way. You could get Prostate Congestion…. Quite painful" Voldemort decided then, facts were not cool. He grumbled something and then headed into the bathroom.

When he came out some 20 minutes later (he had a shower), Harry was already asleep on the couch, his back turned so Voldemort couldn't see his face. He sighed and moved to the bed Harry told him to sleep on, there waiting for him were a pair of pyjamas. After casting a careful glance at Harry, he took his towel off and put them on, not knowing that Harry wasn't asleep, and was peaking with perception vision. He climbed into the soft warm bed and laid his head down on the feather soft pillows, promptly falling asleep.

Meanwhile Harry was still trying to maul his thoughts into something coherent that he could think straight. True, he was a good actor... enough to not et Draco know he had been absolutely flabbergasted by that kiss and had managed to control some of his lower regions functions. He just couldn't figure out what the hell was up with the kid. It was as if he was a different person when kissing, than speaking with. And to top it off, Draco's made Harry go numb just by touching him. His lips were still tingling.

A/N:
Prostate Congestion Blue balls. LOL. Its not very pleasant, basically its when the excess semen (cus the gland like constantly produces semen and if you don't relieve the pressure normally, things happen) creates pressure which builds up continuously within the prostate gland.. and its not pleasant. Its quite painful from what I've heard.

I'm a girl by the way, just so that you don't get confused, but an ex-boyfriend told me about this once and omg it sounded utterly painful.

And yeah, also.. OMFG long chapter. This was so totally NOT intended, so don't get used to it, I just happened to be in one of those moods that is like I continue adding in things without needing to... and the results are long chapters… those of you who are like "yay long chapters" I say this to you: don't get your hopes up in the future XD; I'm a huge under-exaggerated disappointment.