What to do?

by BEWD Sorcerer

Disclaimer: Not mine! If Harry Potter were mine, then first off it'd be a yaoi, second it would also be available in manga and anime form.

/telepathic link speech/

"out loud speech, English"

'Parseltongue'

AN: Harry's a little slow in this chapter. He's just had a huge change in his life and he's just woken up and Voldemort is flirting. It's cute and creepy; my favorite! - ... I think I'm spoiling you with all these updates... I have all this time at my dad's with no one bugging me, so I can write unhindered and undistracted.

WARNING! There is a SEX SCENE in this chapter. I'm just warning you cause I say the more sex the better, unless there is a stupid plot or it's not very well done... anyways, you've been warned.

He passed out, from either pain, exhaustion, or relief, I know not. The fact remains the same: he's asleep in my arms. As I glance down at his sleeping face something in my chest tightens and I stumble on my way up the stairs to the room I picked out for him.

What was that?

Nothing even remotely like that has ever happened. This is most peculiar. A tightening in the chest - what could that possibly mean?

I have none of the other symptoms of the diseases that could cause such a problem. If it's not physical and there's nothing to suggest something spiritual, then it must be something - Merlin forbid- emotional, but how could that be? I thought I had killed off all but the necessary ones ages ago and none of them have ever caused such a reaction as this.

I shake these thoughts from my mind as I settle him into bed, transfiguring his clothes into some comfortable pajamas, deep green cotton. Silk and satin stick when too warm or damp and thus not suitable at all for teenagers in general.

There it is again. It happened as I watched him snuggle into the fluffy bed. Green really does look good on him. He looks so frail because of what his relatives did to him. I'm amazed how normal he is even with all the damage caused by those muggles.

Ah, but I've got you now. That deluded old goat won't be able to reach you here and you can heal and learn here freely. Anything you desire is yours, but first Dumbledore must die and the public informed of the foul treatment of the Golden Boy and magical creatures, even Muggleborns if I have to. Only Purebloods can work at the Ministry, after all. Slughorn had no idea at the time that I was anything but an orphaned Pureblood. The world being at war left plenty of orphans between Grindelwald and Hitler.

And now he's tossing and turning, so I reach down to try and calm him somehow and he latches onto my arm, dragging me down to lay half on him, half on the bed. This bed is comfy and the day has been so long, entertaining, yes, but long and tiring and Harry's so warm and inviting. It won't be long, just a short nap, then back up and to work, but for now... the darkness is closing in and the warmth...

Changing P.O.V. Harry

It's so warm and comfortable. I almost don't want to get up, but something tells me I need to wake up. There's something heavy and warm laying across me and I can't for the life of me figure out what it could be. All I remember is Voldemort coming to get me and then arriving and I must have passed out, but then where am I? I finally dreg up enough energy to open my eyes and feel then widen when I see what-or rather who-is laying on top of me.

It's Voldemort, but he doesn't look near as scary as he does when he's awake, even if he is a snake bastard... and the fact that he's curled up around on top of me. Seems that he was tired, too. Something about this makes me think he's not so bad. I mean, why would he start a war over Pureblood Supremacy when he's not a Pureblood? When he talked about that it always made me wonder. It never sounded true when he said it.

Being around Dumbledore, Snape, and Voldemort does have it's perks; I can tell when people lie because I had to watch and control any physical reactions to a known lie to prevent them from showing. Only those three could possibly catch me in a lie. There's a knock on the door. Who could that be? ... Wait, if I'm... then we're... It must be a Death Eater! Crap! What can I do? I have to wake up Voldemort, but... he looks like he really needs the sleep. The decision is out of my hands as Voldemort blinks open sleepy red eyes to stare into my own panicky green.

/Calm down; you're giving me a headache./ I blink at him, immediately calming down.

/But - Death Eater at the door - coming to get me -/ I'm trying to make him understand. There's a Death Eater at the door for crying out loud!

/Harry. Harry! Focus! Who am I/ I have to stop and blink at him. Why is he asking stupid questions again? He's Voldemort... oh. I blush sheepishly and he just grins and shakes his head helplessly. He gets up and I'm a little disturbed to notice that I miss the weight and the warmth he provided, as well as the company, but I force myself to shake the thought from me. It won't do anything to wish for something that was just a freak accident, like me. I reach over to the bedside table to get my glasses and I start as something hits me on the ear.

Voldemort must have taken care of whatever that was because now he's sitting at a table off to the side, eating breakfast and reading the Dailey Prophet. He keeps snickering mentally, so I know that the Prophet's just reporting shit. I return to trying to avoid thinking of the snake bastard as anything but my savior and possibly my partner - I jump a little more this time as something chilled hits my cheek.

Voldemort's still hidden behind the Prophet, but what could be attacking me? I glance down and around to try and figure it out when another one of the little projectiles hits me on the top of my head. It was most definitely coming from Voldemort. I pretend to start to drift off again, then glance over sharply and spy Voldemort reaching for the bowl of grapes on the table, still hidden behind the Prophet. That bastard has been chunking grapes at me! No one's done that since second year when Dobby was tossing acorns at me to get my attention causing me to believe the squirrels were finally coming to kill us. That's why Hermione doesn't let me out on the grounds without her or Ron accompanying - Fucker! He got me on my nose that time! That's it! This means war!

I soundlessly slide off the bed, heading over to the chair opposite him where my breakfast awaits. Yum! Coffee! Perfect... I shift where I can get at him without his notice, but just as I pull down the Prophet I come face-to-mush with one of the worst supposedly edible substances in the world.

'He's trying to kill me!' I think as I pry the bowl from my face, but some of it's still stuck to my face so I rush to the bathroom and stick my head in the tub (which is luckily filled with hot water. Hm, must have been for Voldemort's bath. Oh, well...), scrubbing mercilessly at the goop that blocks both my choices for air passages. It's like cement, but I eventually scrape enough of it off to breathe through my mouth as I continue to work on the gloop that covers my nose and eyes. Lucky me, I closed my eyes before it hit.

/What did I do to deserve this sudden murder attempt/ I ask as I continue to try to get the glue-like substance off my face.

/Murder attempt? You were coming at me with a mug of hot coffee, so I grabbed a handy bowl of oatmeal to fend you - /

/You shoved the barely edible cement up my nose, in my mouth, and forced me to save my eyesight by clenching my eyes shut. I couldn't breathe until I successfully cleared my air passages. In fact, I'm still trying to get the shit out of my nose./ I send a mental glare at him. How dare he belittle the evilness of oatmeal. /If I hadn't acted so quickly, I could have died/

/Then I'd have had to clean you up real quick to give you CPR.../ His tone is sly, suggesting something, suggesting... oh. Suggestive tone. I can tell I'm blushing, then I feel him come up behind me and I can feel the blush spreading.

'Clarus.' He's right up behind me and I feel dizzy, barely even noticing that all the oatmeal has been cleaned from my face, revealing my blush.

"Cute." If I had heard Lord Voldemort utter that word any time before now I would have immediately started questioning my sanity, but right now I already know I'm a little cracked and Voldemort is most definitely insane, so hearing it shouldn't be such a shock... it still is but I feel light-headed. Where has all my blood gone? I can feel his breath and a thin, wet thing feathering over my neck and I fail in repressing a shiver. It feels good.

Somebody's knocking at the door again and Voldemort's pressing me back into him, making me melt. How does he do that? Why am I reacting this way? Do I really want to do this? I know my body does, but what does it know that I don't?

They're knocking at the door more insistently and Voldemort's hissing, not wanting to leave. What is this? Why does it seem like we're connected? Because we are, I know, but this seems different that before...

/What's going on/ Voldemort just growls, running those long, pale, talented fingers everywhere he can reach. I'm shaking and the only thing that's holding me up is Voldemort plastered to my back.

/Voldemort/ He jumps, pulling away from me, body stiff like a robots, movements short and swift. I collapse against a convenient wall else I would have ended up on the floor. He's blinking quickly as if to dispel an irritant from his eye. Lucius enters gracefully, bowing before his lord so as to not incur his wrath. Too bad it's too late. I zone out as he starts casting crucio and berating the blond.

What was that? Was it because of the bond? Or something else? It was almost as if... I wonder if Voldemort has some magical creature blood in him? That seemed very instinctual if I really thought about it, but I can't lest something happen, like odd thoughts or ideas getting stuck in my head, the not-so-good kind that get me in a load of trouble, generally with the authority figures... like that time I dyed Draco Malfoy's hair bright pink and got Snape after my ass for months. It seems he doesn't take well to others embarrassing his godson to the point that said godson gripes his ear off.

Lucius leaves and Voldemort turns to me, looking like he wants to say something, but can't quite force himself to say it. That makes me wonder what it could be... maybe I should ask some questions so he won't feel so awkward... or maybe not. He looks cute when he's squirming like this. Aw, he finally plucks up enough courage.

"Is everything alright?" Just that? Fine, I'll play his game.

"Everything will be fine if you can give me some answers. Got any?" He twitches and sits two feet in front of me, far enough away that I'd have to lunge at him to get a grip on his neck and close enough for us to meet for any kisses.

"Answers require questions, so if you have any they should be brought to light before any answers are given." Well, what did I expect? He is Slytherin's Heir.

"Explain about what happened just now before Lucius came in." Not a question, but it'll do. I need answers.

"Our connection is the only one of its kind, so no one really knows..." He does know something that no one else knows though...

"I'm not asking what anybody else knows; I'm asking what you know about the bond you forged the night you killed my parents." It's rude and I probably shouldn't have said it that way, but I need these answers.

"Your mother used a spell as she died, but it wasn't the one we thought it was. The bond reacts to how we feel. If I'm really angry, you'll know it or if I hated you still, then you would be in pain because I willed it so. The same goes for you. If you hated me, then I'd have one hell of a headache. We obviously don't hate each other anymore, so the bond has changed to fit our needs like being able to speak telepathically." Well, that's interesting. I don't think I can ask him about why he's so possessive of me all of a sudden, but Voldemort suddenly smiles.

"The reason is because I'm part snake." I look at him blankly. That's the second time he's guessed what I was thinking about without me giving a single hint. How does he do that? Maybe I'm just easily read?

"To me you are fairly easy to read. You are a Gryffindor after all. No matter how Slytherin you can be." It's kinda creepy... wait!

"Part snake? But then why - " Voldemort is suddenly pressing me back onto the wall, kissing me, forked tongue and all. Ha! He was the one that had to lunge, not me. /Reach for me/ I giggle, grinning into the kiss even as I respond. His tongue tickles as he smells my mouth.

He shifts and then he's pressing down on me with his whole body... asserting his dominance, maybe? I let him because it'd be silly of me to fight. He's sexy in his own right... and we're bonded and the Light side has been fucking me over in all the wrong ways.

His hands distract me from those thoughts as they slip my pajama top from my shoulders. How did he get all the buttons undone so quickly? I didn't even feel it.

He breaks the kiss, trailing down my neck, leaving a mark before venturing lower. He chooses one of my nipples as his next victim. Did I mention that he's really good with his mouth? Cause he is and I'm losing power over my thought processes as he continues.

I vaguely hear some noises outside the bathroom, but I can't seem to care enough to shift my focus from what Voldemort's doing to me.

/Have you been in hibernation or something/ He chuckles against my skin, teasingly feathering his fingers up my side.

/In the winter I did, leaving explicit instructions for Lucius. I've waited too long for my mate to put this off much longer./ He continues on his way after tweaking my nipples, leaving me panting. He's evil, especially with that forked tongue and now he's backing off so he can strip off the unwanted barriers known as cloth.

His eyes never leave me, watching me, wanting me.

They're so red.

If I still had some of my higher thought processes I might have thought his eyes were as red as freshly spilled blood, but that'd be disgustingly poetic, so I leave that thought to drift off into nothingness as he descends upon me once again, removing the one barrier between him and me; my pajama pants and boxers are tossed off to the side even as he nuzzles my erection, two pricks before my eyes.

His tongue flickers into sight, barely touching what is driving me practically insane and I twitch, making some strangled noise in the back of my throat. He grins, one of those long fingered hands are drifting down between my legs, even as he distracts me by flickering his tongue over my dick again. Fucking evil, I swear!

I jump and shout as I feel slippery stuff that he just conjured and one skeletal finger enter my anus. His eyes are burning into mine even as I feel the amusement he feels echoing down our bond. His stare is possessive and strangely... is that love? If you could call any look loving, that would have to be it.

I can't break my gaze from him. I'm frozen and almost numb except for the tingle of pleasure shimmering up my spine as he brushes that one gland within me that I can't think of the name because he's so damn distracting, demanding all my attention focused solely on him and I can't resist. Hell, I don't want to resist. I didn't even notice. He must have added at least two more fingers because now he's pulling out and I can't help the cry of loss that fights its way out of my throat. The hand that has been clutching my hip to keep me still rises to brush against my cheek softly before returning to its post and I notice Voldemort lubing up his cock.

It's scaly. Well, at least it looks a bit scaly and I can't seem to care. Voldemort is about to fuck me into the tile of his bathroom and I can't help the giggle that escapes just as that cry earlier had. I'm grinning and Voldemort is bemused. I'm about to seal the fate of the Light and all I can do is wrap my legs around my once-enemy's hips to help guide him deep within me to some place that no one has ever come anywhere near to touching. My first proper kiss was with Voldemort and my first fuck is about to be, too.

His bemusement evaporates as he starts forward into me and I can't help the gasp. I'm being filled and it doesn't hurt, not in the sharp sense, just pressure and waves of uncomfortableness. He's fully seated in me, laying over me carefully, breathing hard against my neck, kissing it to help calm down, whether him or me, I'm not sure.

I shift and hear his breath hitch. I'm relaxed, so I squeeze myself around him, making his breathing hitch again. Such lovely sounds.

/And you keep swearing that I'm evil.../ Then he moves, making me moan as he pulls nearly all the way out. The loss I feel is devastating; I feel so empty and have to repress a sob.

Then he plunges back into me and I welcome him gladly. I'm full again and everything is right with the world. This cycle is never ending as he pulls out then sinks back in, except now he's moving faster and I'm moaning and sighing as I'm filled even more fully after I shift my hips upward when he pushes into me, splitting me. I will gladly be split by him any day.

Then he hits my prostrate dead-on. White stars fill my vision as I cry out; he's moving so quickly, moving to my pleads for more that I hadn't even realized I was making.

Everything is running together as flashes of white hot pleasure keep exploding, making me jerk and twitch as he mercilessly pounds into me. It's hard to think... and keep my eyes open, but our gazes have locked again. His pupils have dilated in his pleasure, making his eyes black pools with blood red beaches. Then they contract to slits so tiny I don't think he can see anything as burning heat erupts within me and everything else bursts white, then suddenly fades to black as everything ends.

The next thing I know I'm still laying on the bathroom tile with Voldemort on and in me, not that I mind, and I finally notice that we have a bit of an audience.

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy are standing in the doorway connecting the bathroom and the bedroom with impossibly wide eyes and gaping mouths.

I can't help but clutch Voldemort against me as I laugh weakly. I'm so dead. The Death Eaters are going to defect, leaving Voldemort without supporters and everyone is going to be after us to kill us because no one on the Light side will support us either. What are they going to think? What are they going to try to do? Will they want to hang us or will they just leave well enough alone? Or is Voldemort going to just crack completely and kill everyone else? He won't just be 'Flight of Death'; he'll be a GOD of death. (AN: Like Tsuzuki? Or does he find a Death Note? XP)

I just noticed that Voldemort is trying to get my attention. I lift my face from where I had buried it in the crook of his neck to meet three bemused stares, one red, one silvery grey, and one black. How odd. What's going on?

/Harry, are you alright? You seemed to be spiraling into a pit of panic. What happened/ What happened? What happened? Is he dense!

/Snape's going to go tell Dumbledore and all the Light will turn against me. I knew it would happen, but when Lucius leads the Death Eaters against us, where are we going to go? Where can we go? What are we going to do/ Voldemort's laughing like he's just heard the greatest joke in the whole wide world. What the hell! What's going on? Snape and Malfoy look a little unnerved as well, so I know I'm not the only one out of the loop that Voldemort's on.

/Little one, what made you think that/ I'm even more confused. Didn't he know that Snape is a spy for Dumbledore?

/Snape is a spy for-/

/-me and Lucius is perfectly happy with his family. I doubt he'd revolt against his best friend, much less endanger his family./ ... What? I'm so confused that I speak aloud.

"Snape is a spy for you, not Dumbledore?" Snape and Malfoy snort, repressing the laughter that is sure to burst out if they try to say anything at this point.

"Yes, Severus is working for me and I highly doubt that Lucius is going to lead the Death Eaters to attack me." He's so calm about it and Snape and Malfoy are losing to the need to bust out laughing.

/They're going to be at it awhile./ Voldemort stands, taking me with him. He's still buried in me and I don't ever want him to pull out. He carries me over to the tub, turning on the taps and silvery bubbles start bouncing around on the green foam filling the bathtub. I don't mind the Slytherin colors; they look good together. He settles us in the swimming pool-sized tub, smiling at the still laughing adults by the door.

He washes me as I cling to him. Not leaving him; can't make me. I don't trust the finally recovering people laying on the floor close to the door, blocking the only way out. Voldemort tweaks one of my nipples to get my attention.

"They won't be telling Dumbledore anything incriminating or rushing off to gather the Death Eaters to plan their attacks. They'd be signing themselves to a lot of pain, not all of it done by me or even you, so quit worrying." Voldemort kisses me softly and I slowly reciprocate. He can be damn persuasive sometimes, if I may say so myself.

"Harry," my eyes widen comically as I turn to stare at Severus Snape who just called me by my first name without any negative feelings or connotations. Holy crap! "I work for the Dark Lord and I always have, hence why you failed at Occlumency so badly."

I am so pissed; the reason I failed so horribly when trying to protect my mind was because my teacher had been instructed to fuck with my head instead of help me by my archenemy who is now my lover. It would be hypocritical to hold it against him at this time, so I let out the breath I had been holding. It was partially Snape's fault that Sirius went to the Department of Mysteries that night, but it's useless to blame him. It wouldn't change anything. Voldemort cut my strings that Dumbledore had been directing and Snape is going to make sure they won't be reconnected. I nod and look up at the worried obsidian eyes boring into me.

I smile and he relaxes just a smidgen. Voldemort nuzzles my cheek and Lucius hugs Severus to him. I blink and Voldemort sniggers.

/They're together./ If they're together, then what about Narcissa? /Snape is rather talented with glamours.../ Wait-what? Snape dresses as a woman in public when he's with Lucius Malfoy? Then where did Draco come from? Oh, magic, right. D'uh, Potter. Voldemort is laughing at me again and I elbow him to get him to shut up.

Snape and Malfoy excuse themselves and I flop against Voldemort again, who just sighs and hugs me tighter. We stay like that for awhile, drawing strength from each other. It feels wonderful. I'm loved, treasured, and have finally gotten a hold of my life's reigns. Now if I could just convince Voldemort that we don't have to leave the bathtub, no matter how pruny we're getting.

AN: Ok! It's finally long enough! I can post now. Eheh... I really hate short chapters, so I make sure that all my chapters are a good length. Merlin, that was a pain. There are problems with writing too many stories at once. I have to go back and check to make sure it all makes sense. If I slip up anywhere, please point it out.

Oh, and if anyone's wondering about the hibernation comment, snakes hibernate all winter and when they awake in the spring immediately set off to find a mate.

About the scaliness... well, it had to be done. Harry's not going to refuse him just because of that. Later, I might make him recapture his youth and I'm not sure it should be because of Harry or Severus...