As he was repeatedly driven into, Harry's back arched with ecstasy. As though seeking for a high, jets of pleasure rippled through his body, rapidly growing in intensity. He could feel his belly wrenching with orgasm.
He groaned loudly and cried out as he came. When he shot from his bed Harry panted heavily, almost as if he was exhausted. Who'd have guessed that snuggling with the dark lord would result in erotic fantasies and dreams of him? He staggered to the toilet to wash away any and all signs of the deed, then decided to go for a jog around the manor as a spur-of-the-moment decision.
He couldn't tell anyone about the dream; he wasn't humiliated, but if he wanted to avoid the dark lord's attractions and play this courting his way, he had to pretend he wasn't interested in him, no matter how difficult it was.
In the end, all he wanted was respect and any love the dark lord could offer him. What better way to convince him that Harry was worthy of respect than by stomping on his colossal ego? Harry felt obligated to chuckle aloud.
As he slipped on soft cotton sweatpants and a light blue sweater with warming runes, he pursed his lips to keep any sound from escaping. He gently exited his room and tiptoed down the corridor.
From his parent's chamber, down the hall, he could hear complete quiet. he could hear Draco's faint snores as he walked past his room. He considered waking his mother but decided against it since he needed some alone time.
He stepped out into the back garden and began running; being a member of the quidditch team, he was used to exercising in the morning. As a result, he went through his basic drills.
He pondered how he was going to go about doing this. He had never paid much attention to the looks he received at school, but he was well aware that he was slightly attractive; how could he not be? He was a touch short, but that seemed to make him more appealing to males.
The dark lord had made a remark about his arse on his birthday, and he flushed just thinking about it. But now he had an advantage he didn't know about. Nothing was simpler to please than a man's pride, as his mother had taught him.
Harry pondered his alternatives. A dissatisfied man was tough to persuade, but a desperate one— He could give the dark lord access, but he would lose his ability to manipulate him while gaining his favor. Alternatively, he may keep his cards close to his chest and gradually release them. causing him to become even more enamored with him.
This was going to be easy dumb, pretentious men thought with their cocks, and the dark lord seemed to be just as pompous as they came.
He'd have to start dressing differently as well, not just to mock the dark lord, but to show him what he was missing out on by refusing to give in to his demands, and what he'd be missing out on if Harry decided he deserved more respect.
This would ensure that he was treated with almost as much respect in the marriage as the dark lord, or rather Marvalo. It did have a nice ring to it.
Voldemort wasn't ignorant; he knew that it was foolish to manipulate him yet he couldn't seem to help it. He couldn't do anything else, though. What was the point of having a safe life if it didn't get him what he desired in the first place?
And, as his father had already stated several times, What a Malfoy wants a Malfoy gets. If he wasn't going to get it, he was going to take it. By force, if necessary.
Narcissa Malfoy seemed to be pleased. Some of her fears had been alleviated after conversing with the dark lord. Of course, she'd keep an eye out for her son, but she wouldn't have to skin him alive right away. Regardless of what others assumed, she was not fearless. Nonetheless, she knew in her heart that she would do everything for her boys.
Her boys were tough; after all, she had raised them to fight. However, they appeared to be following in their father's footsteps in conceding failure. They would stand tall in the face of adversity because their willpower was strong. She admired them for it.
She felt a tear run down her face and wiped it away hastily. No one would be able to catch her crying. Lucius and her boys would riot, and then the morons would never think to just ask her why. She couldn't seem to get that instinct out of them; it appeared to be part of the package. As a result, she granted them tiny indulgences of the roiting.
The conversation with the book had been eye-opening; she now saw how the dark lord and her precious son were so alike, except that the dark lord had never had someone to simply care for him. Everyone seemed to be suspicious of him or afraid of him. She could certainly treat him as if he were her child. Lucius did mention that she seems to adopt unwanted animals. After all, if Harry embraced him, he would be family. and Narcissa had a feeling her boy would. Like his mother, he appeared to attract stray animals. The only thing to be afraid of was the dark lord's rage when she chastised him.
She pondered about the trick Harry believed he was playing as she headed to her room. His eyes, on the other hand, had been windows into his slight uneasiness about the courting itself. She'd be there for him every step of the way. He'd never come to her, she knew. Her Harry was strong and difficult, but if she offered him something, he wouldn't say no. Even as a boy, he could never say no to her.
He pretended that Draco was his only failing, but he had a soft spot for her. She crept into her husband's bedside. She hoped he understood her position on this, but she remained hopeful. He was perceptive. She drifted off, dreaming of the great gifts the dark lord would bestow on her Harry.
Whatever the case, she'd teach him what it meant, and he'd fall in love with her son.
Draco awoke with the knowledge that Harry was on the move. He could almost feel himself racing behind him as he sprinted across the garden, hearing the faint slap of his feet.
Harry had quickly adjusted into the household as a child. Almost effortlessly blending in It was almost as though he was destined to be there all along. Draco had always wished for a brother or sister, and he was eternally grateful to Lady Magic for giving him, Harry.
He knew his anxiety over the courtship would pass, but when he glanced at Harry and saw his green uncertain eyes looking back at him, asking every question under the sun, he couldn't help but be overprotective. Harry had always been an inquisitive toddler who had never stopped asking questions.
After all, he wasn't a lord for nothing, so if anybody was worthy of his brother, it was surely the dark lord. He sneered when they suggested he had nothing to worry. See how he fared when Harry went on a rage-filled rampage.