Harry blinked cautiously when he awoke, nestling into a warm body. He dropped his eyes once more. He'd most likely been put to bed by his mother, and he'd probably had a few too many drinks, but it was his party. He only hoped he hadn't made a mess.

"Harry"

He heard a voice that seemed familiar whisper his name... probably draco

"Draco, fuck off! I warned you not to wake me up because I'll put ants in your blankets again, and this time they won't be dead," he'd done it once when he was 12, and Draco had wailed and complained for days. Draco's high-pitched ranting had gotten to the point that Lucius had to ground them both to their rooms. And sometimes he brought it up just so he could irritate him

"It's not Draco," the amused voice replied. Okay if it wasn't Draco there was a random man in Harry's room. He hoped he hadn't slept with someone while drunk. Father would skin him . so Harry cautiously opened his eyes again and stared Lord Voldemort in the eyes.

"Greetings, my lord, what brings you here?"

Then he comprehended what had really happened: the man on whose lap he was napping was Voldemort. "Fucking hell, what-" he rushed back and slammed his head into the wall.

He trailed off, surprised by the fact that he was sitting in the dark lord's lap. He didn't enjoy physical contact, so why had he fallen asleep in the dark lord's arms? . he had never felt safe enough to do that before with anybody. Draco was the only one who he allowed to embrace him, so he jumped up from the floor swiftly and brushed off his formal robes.

Voldemort sighed as he rose up, "Draco- where – what happened my lord." Harry was terrified; he remembered the petting and the fucking disaster that had led to this.

"I sorry, my lord, I had a bit of a shock before, and I did not mean to fall asleep on you," he coughed nervously, attempting to hide the flush on his cheeks.

Voldermort gave a faint smile. He genuinely smiled at Harry and acknowledged his apology with a sharp nod.

"It's all right, Harry; I didn't mind. In fact, I followed you to ask you a critical question that simply couldn't wait any longer."

That was a particularly gracious act. "Of course, anything, my lord," he replied instantly.

"No, Harry, you have every right to say no or think about it, but I'd want to start formally courting you."

Harry's face flushed as he came to a halt. "What exactly do you mean by courting?" "Do you imply you'd like to date?"

"I guess so, but formally, I'll have your father prepare a contract; I had to wait till you were mature enough to make your own decision"

"Why me?" he wondered out loud.

"I believe no one else worthy; please notify me as quickly as possible of your decision; but, until you refuse me, I will begin sending you courting presents."

"I- um, my lord, I don't desire presents."

"Call me Marvalo," he said as he walked out of the room.

As he walked away, Harry glanced at his back. His brain had come to a screeching halt. The fucking dark lord was looking to go out on a date with him. He has only gone on two dates, both of which were organized by his father. He despised both of them. He wondered what it would be like to date the dark lord

He couldn't believe he was thinking about it, but he did think the dark lord was attractive. He was certain it would be better than any prior courtship. But, he resolved, the dark lord would learn some humility while courting harry. There would be no more touching or hugging until he had proven himself. He intended to make the dark lord his bitch. Harry gave a wicked grin. Draco was going to scream.

After he fell off to sleep, Voldermort simply looked at Harry for a long time. He couldn't figure out what it was about this boy that drew him in. He had resolved to accept his fate since magic operated in unexpected ways.

He was courting Harry to see if they were actually compatible, but he hadn't determined what to do before that. He normally had more well-thought-out plans, but he couldn't think of one for this little masterpiece. If there was such a thing as a god, he surely had favorites.

Harry closed his eyes, mumbled something, and then snuggled back into his warm embrace. However, they had to return to the manor's front side; his parents would undoubtedly begin looking for him shortly.

"Harry," he said softly, not intending to shock the boy, but rather to rouse him up.

"Fuck off, Draco, I warned you not to wake me up, I'll put ants in your bedding again, and this time they won't be dead," he said. His tiny minx seemed to be a natural troublemaker.

"It's not Draco," he said, amusement on his face. He needed to hear that tale as well, since he wanted to learn everything he could about Harry. He'd be informed of everything he swore.

Harry made a perplexed sound as if he assumed the night had come to an end or some such.

"Oh, greetings my lord, what are you doing here?" he blurted out as he looked up at his face and blinked confusedly a few times.

What was he doing at that there? What in the world did this boy think he was doing sitting on the floor with him in his lap? As if he had read his mind harry panicked and flailed his arms around till he slammed his head against the wall, indicating that he had recognized what was going on or recalled something.

"Oh f**k, what-," Harry groaned as he trailed off. He took a few steps back and glanced around as if he had come to his senses. Voldemort couldn't blame him; he appeared to be in a bit of a panic. "Draco- where – what happened my lord," he began, then trailed off again.

"I sorry, my lord, I had a bit of a shock before, I didn't want to fall asleep on you," he whispered, his cheeks flushed, and he suddenly seemed to find the floor to be the most intriguing thing in the world.

"That's quite alright harry, I didn't mind. In fact, I followed you to ask you an important question that simply couldn't wait", he usually wasn't so polite but he didn't want to scare harry into making this decision. he wanted a willing partner, not someone afraid to step a toe out of line

He desired a willing companion, not one who was scared to stray from the path. "Of course, my lord, anything," he said. "No, harry," he replied immediately, "you may, of course, say no or think about it, but I'd want to begin formally courting you," he said carefully, attempting to assess his emotions.

Harry's face flushed as he came to a halt. "What exactly do you mean by courting?" "Do you imply you'd like to date?" Teenagers, it seemed, no longer courted, but rather dated.

He hoped Harry had studied traditional courtship, but if Voldemort has to educate him, he can cut out the bits he doesn't agree with, such as having to wait. "Yes, I suppose," the dark lord said, "but formally, I will ask your father to set out a contract; I had to wait until your maturity so that you could make your own decision," he explained, which was one of the sweetest but bothersome things he had done. He couldn't believe the length of time he'd been waiting.

He could hear the small hesitancy and nervousness in his voice as he said, "why me?"

"Please inform me of your decision as soon as possible," Voldemort said, "but until you refuse me, I shall begin sending you courting presents." Voldemort really wasn't one to wait. He was hoping Harry would agree. He would demonstrate the benefits of being on the same level as a dark lord.

"I- um, I don't need presents, my lord," Harry said

he was growing tired of this my Lord nonsense. He required Harry's acceptance of them as equals. He firmly stated, "call me Marvalo," and then strode away.

That went very well if he was being honest with himself. He didn't turn around in time to notice Harry's grin.

hey everyone hope yall enjoyed this one , if you did I'm glad . this is actually next weeks update but I'm looking for someone to proof read my chapter and if anyone wants to volunteer just review and I will pm you . thanks a bunch to anyone who favs or follows the story it means a lot and gives so much motivation