The first courting present had been delivered a week before. He'd written a long letter in response, and he was happy; sue him. However, the dark lord has replied with a brief message. Harry was almost deflated, but the presents kept flowing, and he wasn't complaining since they were nice ones. But, if he's being honest, he had anticipated something extraordinary from the dark lord. The days felt longer as the letters between them became shorter. He didn't like to admit it, but he missed the dark wanker who seemed to be indifferent to him.

The dark lord was behaving strangely. Harry had known him for a long while, and he had always shown his fondness for him, his manner protective and passionate. That bit drew Harry in, and he pondered why the dark lord was keeping it hidden. Perhaps it was because –

Certainly not. He felt a smile spread across his face. The moron was being cautious. The dark ruler, he assumed, had never had to woo anybody. He was a really attractive tosser. So he seemed to be playing it safe lest harry run off. The fact that it had taken him so long to figure it out was irritating.

He was curious as to where the dark lord got his information. As he pictured the inner circle talking and suggesting romantic ideas, he snorted. The concept was ludicrous.

So now he needed to slip out of the home without his father or Draco noticing. Draco, because he would snitch, and his father, because he would refuse. He didn't mind if his mother found out; after all, she was on his side.

He chose to go at night since it would be easier. He stuffed a tiny bag at the back of his cabinet with some food and a blanket.

He walked to supper and, as usual, spoke with his family, inquiring about the ministry and her friends' mothers' weekend activities. After all, the information they gathered was valuable.

"The witch then dared to say, 'Do you know how to go there, Mr. Malfoy?' I could assist if you want,' as if I'd never been in the ministry before for Merlin's sake I work there and her outfit was dark green and fluorescent yellow",Lucius rants, "I almost blinded myself looking at her."

Draco choked out, snickering as Harry came out laughing, "she was flirting with you dad." Narcissa's lips were pursed in irritation, but she appeared to be battling with her composure as if laughing would be seen as a betrayal by Lucius.

The boys burst out laughing at Lucius' disdain, and they dropped on top of each other, almost falling off their chairs.

"All right, boys, I hope you've done your homework, Hogwarts is just 2 weeks away," Lucius says tightly, bringing them both to their wits.

"It'll be on your desk," Draco replies

"Ok," Lucius said softly.

Harry grinned before scowling again.

Draco murmured, "I'm going to bed now, goodbye mother-father." "Night har,"

"Would you want me to show you the way, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry imitated, That riled them up again, and everyone walked to their rooms, even Narcissa laughing.

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It was late at night when Harry felt it was an appropriate time to sneak out. He stepped out of his room with the bag he had taken from his cabinet,closing the door softly

It was late so he hoped the dark lord was awake. He walked into his father's office and threw floo powder into the fireplace and said 'Dark Mannor' the name seemed a little cliché but he waited patiently as the fire flickered for a second as Harry waited for the Dark Lord to show.

"Harry", the Dark Lord uttered as soon he'd seen who was on the line.

"Excellent observation my Lord", he said dryly. "I'm coming through". And lurched forward throwing in more powder as he went

The dark lord didn't have the choice to accept or deny his request as by the time he had heard what Harry had said and came up with a response Harry was on the floor in front of him

"Ouch", Harry muttered. "Should have come through slowly huh", he answered to the dark wankers raised brow .

"Why are you here, Harry?" muttered the dark lord as he studied the boy's appearance, which was positively delectable in sweatpants. He intended to make them forbidden. But he couldn't help himself as his gaze followed Harry's behind over the snug fit, especially as he bent to pick up the bag.

"Stop ogling me," Harry said impatiently. He felt the dark morons' eyes on his behind. He felt smug. His plan was already working.

As he gazed at the dark lord, Harry replied, "You haven't been answering my letters appropriately."

"I've answered to every letter you've sent me to Harry," he stated as he took a step back to give them some breathing room. Lord knows his self-control deteriorated at night.

"Why are you acting so unlike yourself Marvalo," Harry said as he joined him on the couch and sat next to him.

Okay, he needed to put some distance between them, but as he pulled away, Harry merely slid closer. Sneaky

"I'm not sure what - "

"Oh come off it, you've been acting strange both now and in your letters," he raged, his eyes wild with anger. "Wait, what?" Have you chosen to back out because you've realized I'm not worth it?

"No, harry," he answered, his voice cracking.

"I liked you exactly the way you were," Harry murmured. Tom leaped off the sofa, trapping Harry in his forearms and pressing his body against the wall.

"Is this what you want, Harry?" he said quietly. "I have to stop myself from bending you over and having my way with you every time I look at you coming here late at night in those trousers was not a good idea."

"I think it was a great idea," Harry snarled, and as he rushed closer, he pressed his lips to the Dark Lords'.

When Harry surged forward and set his lips to the Dark Lord, he was ashamed to admit he had lost control of his temper. But all that lost its meaning as his brain was invaded with sensation

He was led back to the wall as the Dark Lord—he couldn't call someone the Dark Lord when the man had his tongue in his mouth.

Marvalo appeared to be an expert at kissing since he seemed to know precisely what he was doing whereas Harry had no idea. Attempting to imitate him, any attempt to control the kiss was swiftly thwarted as his hair was jerked back. Harry was embarrassed to admit that he enjoyed it. He murmured gently as the crook of his neck was given attention.

"Please," he said, not knowing what he was asking for, but the other man appeared to know what he was asking for as his hand snaked down and grabbed his ass. He wrapped his arms around Marvalo and drew him in closer, wanting to know more about whatever was going on with his neck.

How did he get so good at it? He wanted to try something different, so he seized the other man's head and crushed his lips into Marvalo's, biting his lip as Draco had advised. The groan he received in response appeared to be well worth the effort he had to put in.

As Harry's hands snaked down to touch, he was lifted off the ground and tossed onto the couch, where he soon fell off and yelled out after hitting his head on the coffee table.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled as he was carried by a particularly contrite dark lord who appeared to be far too delighted to repent for his heinous actions in injuring Harry, so Harry mumbled the first thing that sprang to his muddled mind.

"When we finally have sex, I'm going to kick you in the nuts and laugh at you as a twisted sort of revenge."

There was a little pause before "You intend to have sex with me?"

Harry groaned.