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It was 4 in the morning, and not a thing should have been stirring. So why wasn't Potter asleep? He had very quietly moved the couch in his room to face the empty fireplace, his glass empty of its content save the ice cubes clinking softly together.

Clunk

Something woke Voldemort from his unusually restful sleep in Harry's bed. For a moment he didn't understand why he was awake until there came a soft gasp from behind him. From the tension in the room it was clear Harry was trying to keep quiet about something. Voldemort pretended to roll over in his sleep, to see the back of the couch a ways away facing the fireplace. He thought he heard another gasp, no… this time he definitely heard it. Stealthily as possible he left his bed, creeping to the couch.

Potter was so absorbed in what he was doing he didn't register the creek in the floor boards. Voldemort soon understood why. Potter was clutching his chest and sweating, he looked to be in a huge amount of pain, his lip bitten with a thin trickle of blood down his chin. Voldemort also noticed he seemed oddly paler than he was hours ago. His shirt was bunched up in his fist, over his heart.

Before Voldemort was registering what he himself was doing, he was around the couch with a startled Harry trying to push him away while wincing at every movement he made. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his cheek. Harry was trying his hardest not to call out.

"Harry, are you alright?" Voldemort immediately cursed Draco's voice for being too loud, then again... it was kind of his fault. He mentally scolded himself before turning his attentions back to Harry who was feebly pushing him away when Voldemort made to embrace him. Harry's hand on Voldemorts chest sent electric fire into his veins and desperately tried to struggle his urges to ram the boy into the couch mercilessly.

"I'm…… fine" he started, his chest heaving, his hand easing up on its grip. Indeed Harry was fine, at least for the moment. But Voldemort thought differently. He didn't even try to fight the impulse, and tore Harry's shirt off instantly after the words were formed out of his mouth.

He was not fine. His tattoos were gleaming oddly, above all the sly snake. The snake's eyes had changed color, the tongue was forked out and the position it was seemed slightly longer. Voldemort couldn't do anything but gape at it, he dimly noticed Harry watching him with an odd expression.

"I lied."

"No kidding, you're NOT fine."

"No… not about that. I've had this tattoo since I was a baby."

Silence.

Voldemort looked into emperor jade green orbs, trying to sense if he was telling the truth or not… because Voldemort did NOT remember Harry James Potter (McLeod) having a tattoo of a snake on his body. He was to say the least, stunned… what if…. What if…..

"Your kidding... right?"

"No."

More silence.

Harry got up, wincing and rubbing his chest as he did so, discarding his torn shirt by the door and rummaging in his desk for something. It sunk into Voldemort what that tattoo might be, and he began to think quickly, surely not…

"What are you looking for?" Voldemort finally asked, getting off the couch, he couldn't help it. Potter was in danger… in danger from something that happened 17 years ago. But how? Voldemort shook his head, he had to stop thinking about it for the moment, now wasn't the time.

"Pills."

"For?"

"Headache." Harry answered with indifference.

Suddenly and unexplainably Draco came back from the depths of their shared mind and whispered something to Voldemort, and for once, he agreed. Seduction was the best cure for Headaches…

"Harry?" something in Draco's tone made Harry turn around, wishing he hadn't. The red eyes were back, looking at Harry with predatory eyes, as if he were hunting him down right then and there. Harry inadvertently gulped. Draco walked towards him and Harry found himself against the wall somehow. Strange, he didn't remember walking. Draco put his hands on either side of Harry's head, up against the wall and leaned up, flushing his body close.

It was really quite unexpected, to the point where ice ran through his veins, followed by a burning inferno. He felt as though his blood was on fire, it was the same feeling he had just experienced before Draco awoke; only… it didn't seem intent on killing him.

Harry was usually always the dominant one, and Draco appeared to be one that was also dominant… however Harry felt himself falling prey to those wicked eyes, and his knees were getting weak. Lips touched and Harry thought he had been struck by lightning; smooth caress of porcelain red met his own ungraceful lips. Ungraceful? Usually he was the good kisser. This wasn't the same kiss as had been 5 hours ago; this was intent on claiming victory.

Harry melted, sliding down the wall and moaning as Draco followed him. Both very unwilling to break it just yet. Draco's hands seemed to be everywhere, touching and caressing. Harry moaned slightly louder and then whimpered with Draco's finger tips teased his nipples. So much for his mothers warning about NOT doing anything to Draco! It was then he realized that his length was impossibly hard. Well damn, pyjamas didn't constrict too much, but now the blond haired wonder was very acutely aware of the hardness pressing into him.

So when Draco's fingers found themselves under his pyjamas and wrapped around Harry member, he made a soft hissing sound as apparently the fire which encased him upon Draco's touch, had no qualms about spreading that same fire on his member. He whimpered again, urging Draco by trying to trust into his fist. But to no avail, Draco was experienced, and had pinned Harry with his other hand.

He heard a dark chuckle come from those sinful lips… those red lips. Oh gods, Harry wanted those lips elsewhere. And from the smirk he had received for staring, Draco knew it too. He slowly eased down Harry pants, his smirk vanishing into a genuine predatorily smile upon seeing what he was dealing with. Let's just say, Harry was well endowed.

Draco breathed in Harry's scent from his member, an odd tingling scent that he couldn't place, it was a wonderful scent, musky but with something else…Suddenly he didn't care. If that thing was going to continue twitching every second as Draco neared it, he could think about the scent later.

Voldemort was about to lick Harry when Harry stopped him. His eyes were glazed and unfocused in a blissful feeling, but still he was holding onto doubt.

"You… don't have to." He started, rewarded by the infamous Malfoy smirk and a hot wet thing sliding up his cock from the base to the tip already leaking out pre-come. Whatever doubts Harry had about having this hot young man, who he hardly knew, sucking him off, vanished when Draco took him inside of his mouth. Harry moaned and Voldemort understood what the strange scent and taste was. Just a touch of vanilla essence to drive him crazy.

It felt so good to have one's member to be swallowed in the core of a raging heat source. It was even more of a pleasant sensation when Draco's tongue was slightly cooler than the rest of his mouth. Slowly, he went so painfully slowly, it was all Harry could do to breath.

As Draco's head bobbed up and down, slowly inch by inch taking him in more until he was encased in Draco's mouth up to the hilt. He whimpered again in encouragement as he felt Draco's throat muscles adjust and work their teasing magic on him. He felt him withdraw to the tip, and his tongue slid over the sensitive skin, drawling circles around until Harry had his fist in his mouth to try and keep from moaning too loud again. At this rate he would not last long.

Voldemort was pleasantly surprised by the way Harry completely surrendered to him, like putty in his hands. Its was tantalizing to know he could work Harry this way, perhaps the power of suggestion would be higher now. But there was the risk of ending it, so he would wait for another time like this. His tongue roamed and gently pried into the tip of Harry's member, causing a soft cry from its owner. His fingers took over and his sinful tongue worked their way over caressing his balls in wet licks while Harry tried desperately not to trash. Hands and tongue switched places once again and within a few more moments Harry's seed was spilling into Voldemort's mouth.

A bit salty but with a touch of vanilla to sweeten it. Voldemort took it all up in good faith (ha!) and licked his lips after swallowed all that he could. He crawled back up Harry's body and kissed him again, Harry's tongue lapping up what it could from the inside of his mouth. Harry's hand strayed from being placed on Draco's chest to traveling downward. When Voldemort realized this he caught Harry's hand and growled in his ear, surprising Harry.

"Go to sleep… Potter." He visibly enjoyed watching Harry shudder as he said his last name in a silky smooth voice.

"But…" at the barest of whispers. Voldemort's dark chuckle returned, causing Harry to shudder again. What happened to the shy boy from before? Harry wondered.

"That was for you, as a gift for being so… hospitable." Bull. For a moment Harry seemed to protest further, before relenting and letting it go. He nodded and Draco stood up, dragging Harry up with him. Steadying him as he wavered a bit from the recent exertion he had experienced. Draco chuckled again, and Harry was beginning to want to hear it more often, it made him shiver in a way he liked. It only took a few moments to register that Harry was on the bed, being tucked in with a warm body next to his, holding him.

Damn. Harry couldn't move, he didn't dare use his perception vision in such close proximity as this. He had a feeling he knew what Draco was about.

The morning came and went, with both boy's still sleeping. It was noon when Harry finally got up, disentangled himself from Draco (completely unaware as well) and began putting on whatever assortment of clothing that his hands touched once in his closet. In the end he was wearing a pair of slacks, and a navy blue shirt. He yawned and scratched his head, turning into the bathroom to freshen up, and brush his hair. When he had all the knots out and looked somewhat presentable, he returned to find Grey orbs watching his every move.

Draco had already gotten dressed. Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. He and Draco walked in silence to and out of the door and down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Where one very ticked off Clair was waiting with a ladle in her hands.

Harry stopped cold, and Draco blinked, wondering what was up. Harry's face looked like it was carved from White marble, stony faced. Before a sheepish grin leaked its way in and broke the imagery.

"Harry James Potter McLeod. You have some explaining to do." She started off, her eyes darting from one child to the other.

"It wasn't me, I swear."

Clair raised an eyebrow, clearly not believe a word he was saying.

"I thought I made is specifically clear to you, 'do not seduce your house guests!' and what did you go a do?" Clair bristled and Voldemort couldn't help but laugh. This muggle was funny.

"Ma'am, it wasn't Harry who was doing the Seducing…." He was trying to keep a straight face, and was failing miserably. Clair opened her mouth as if to say something, before closing it smartly. Draco Smirked at her, she narrowed her eyes.

"Draco, dear your father is in the living room waiting for you." Draco nodded, and before anyone could really react properly, he pulled Harry into a brief kiss, a mere peck on the lips really. Harry merely winked at him and Draco passed through onto the living room.

"Harry-"

"For once... I was on the bottom."

"Eeeewwwwwww! I didn't want to know that! I meant did you want to go to the pound today?"

"er… sure."

Draco had left with his father (by some means Harry didn't know, due to the fact that he never noticed them to have a car) and he and his Mom went out to the pound a few hours later. They didn't have so much luck, but he did purchase a ginger cat that seemed to have an unusual stare. But he still hadn't found a dog he liked.

"How about we go next week?"

"Sure."

And the week passed in a haze. Harry felt awkward for the first time in his life. He wanted to see Draco, the mysterious boy who was in fact two people (from what he could tell) he wanted to learn more about them. He also wanted to see Sirius again, maybe, he liked the man. He was cool and a.o.k in his book. He did mention he had a liking to motorcycles, plus he had this look of bad boy he also liked. But in terms of anyone else he wanted to see, he didn't think anyone he had met so far would meet his standards.

He sighed; it was Tuesday, 4 days after Friday night and Saturday Morning. He felt funny, his chest would pang every so often whenever he thought too much, and he was becoming increasingly frustrated.

Not to mention he was fearful. Harry didn't fear a lot of things, but his Tattoo had moved again, and he feared Draco would tell somebody… in particular Dumbledore... there was something about the man Harry just plain did not like.

When Draco was gone, Harry wanted to use his magic again. But he always got the foreboding feeling that he was being watched, not just by the cat either. He sighed, his hands itched to make something levitate. But he couldn't, he was too unsure at the moment.

Damn Rainy Tuesdays. Crookshanks purred his lap and he paid due attention to her. Crookshanks was the name the Cat had, and it seemed to stick.

Wednesday, he received an owl. Snowy white with a name tag, Hedwig. Of all the weird things, an Owl. His first thought was to free her as she seemed to be on the side of rare and exotic, snowy white owls weren't seen very often. Hell, owning one was weird. But she didn't leave, she came back after hunting at night, and slept during the day, she was okay… But weird. He didn't even know who sent him the owl.

He still didn't have his dog that he wanted. And he still had heard no word from Draco... the beautiful blond haired young man. Who's eyes changed from grey to red when feeling something strong (at least, that was his honest speculation) who went from shy to bold in a matter of seconds. Harry wanted Draco to touch him again, to set his blood on fire again. And Harry wanted to return to favour given.

Friday, days are passing the same way. Harry was caught in a funk of longing that his parents promptly ignored (he had been in this state once before).

It was 5:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. Ian rushed to get it, and yanked the door open, fully prepared to tell all the reporters and media people to buzz off when there was a cage waiting for them, with a scruffy black dog staring him in the eye. Ian blinked, the dog licked its chops.

"Uh... HARRY?" Ian called, seconds later a dishevelled Harry Potter appeared in the doorway side by side with his adoptive father. The dog was rather big, as such was the cage. They would have to dismantle the cage to get it inside the house.

"I don't know… Um… Does it have a name?" Reaching for the obvious name tag as the dog whimpered pathetically. Blackie? Horrible name for a dog. Harry sighed, there was a leash on top of the crate/cage and he grabbed it, reaching in through the bars and hooking it to the collar, then gently opening to door, letting the leash slide through it so that he always had the leash in one hand or the other. He gently tugged on the leash and the dog walked obediently towards him.

Harry sighed, leading the dog inside. Ian started to dismantle to cage when he gave out a shout and it just vanished. Ian blinked rapidly, even the dog seemed surprised. Ian looked to Harry, Harry raised an eyebrow and no further speech was spoken. The Dog wondered….

"Well, you seem fairly trained. I don't need you on the leash, or a collar for that matter." And he took both off the Dog; the Dog shook his entire body, and then looked up at Harry as if waiting. Harry started walking, and the dog followed. Fairly obedient. Too obedient. Harry didn't say anything; he just merely walked around the house, saying to the dog "no you can't go in here" Or "yes you can go in here" and then progressing until they reached the back door.

"If you have to go out, scratch the back door and someone will let you out. If we're gone and have left you at home, you'll be left outside." Harry pried open the door, using perception vision to see the dogs reaction, he seemed far too... human. The backyard was fairly large, all fenced in with green grass and a few trees for shade.

"I'll get dog toys tomorrow." With that, Harry closed the door and proceeded back to his room. Blackie followed. He sat at the door when Harry closed it and flopped on his bed not moving or saying anything. Blackie crept closer, nodding to Crookshanks and Hedwig also inhabiting the room. This had been part of Dumbledore's plan based on Draco's information. Keep watch over Harry Potter. The invisible guard was no longer needed now that Sirius had arrived.

Blackie nuzzled Harry's hand. Harry distractedly petted him. Sirius liked getting petted. He heard the door open and swivelled his head to see Clair with a bowel of food in her hands. She smiled warmly to Blackie and Blackie immediately came over and sniffed the bowel.

"I don't have dog food, so cooked beef and rice will do for now." Clair was certainly different to a dog than in public, for one she was a lot warmer. She petted Sirius and scratched his ears, oh yes he liked that.

"Hey, kiddo. This is the last pet, okay?"

The came a grunt from the bed in response. Clair scolded and turned on her heel, gently closing the door behind her.

"Blackie? What a horrible name for you. If you get along with Crookshanks than you can share the couch with her." At that Harry got up and started to wards Crookshanks and picked her up from her pillow on the couch, and approached Blackie. Crookshanks immediately started purring and Blackie merely sniffed Crookshanks.

"Well then. Couch it is." And set Crookshanks back down and flopped back on his bed. Blackie however, did not jump onto the couch, instead jumped onto the bed and panted happily, and licked Harry's cheek. Harry glowered at him, but Sirius pretended not to notice. And sure enough the glower was replaced with a slight pout and Harry petted him.

"Fine, you can sleep at the foot of the bed, but I warn you. I kick in my sleep." Harry didn't know why he was talking to the dog as if he were human, the dog Blackie did have human sense, tilted his head when he didn't understand something. Too human, but that was just crazy, now wasn't it?

This story is getting harder to write.. >. ;;

>. If your all wondering why Draco is keeping his distance,. He isn't, he and Voldemort just have death eater business to do. Yeah.. that's right.. assume things.. >.> . and as for Harry knowledge about things, and how he seems to know things he shouldn't, there's no explanation, he just DOES. Call it a 6th sense.

Im not very good at writing erotic scenes between men... I try though... really.