What to do?
by BEWD Sorcerer
Disclaimer: It's not mine! I would love to have it, but it's not mine! sob All I own are the copies of the books I've bought, but not the copyrights.
AN: preens Kya! All these loverly reviews. 3 I feel bolstered and important. It's very misleading. XP I can't believe it's the fifth chapter already! Wow. That's really long for me. Things get explained and plans are plotted… or is it that plots are planned? Anywho, any questions will be answered, just ask.
READ: Two different people mentioned that Voldemort engaging in a food fight was too OOC. Think about it. Tom Riddle grew up in an orphanage, thus having no parents or people who could focus on him and only him, and kids like that tend to have attention seeking quirks in their personalities. Look at what he does for a living. It happens.
Harry starts thinking about depressing things and stressful things and Voldemort knows it. Wouldn't you throw grapes at someone you cared about if they were having such thoughts?
There's two explanations and both are valid and legal. :P
Story Note: Ah, in this chapter Harry is wearing robes, actual wizard robes that you don't wear clothes under, not like the uniform robes in the movies.
/telepathic link speech/ I'm thinking about making it into :telepathic link speech: instead because of the problems seems to be having with italic / …
"out loud speech, English"
'Parseltongue'
I sigh as I lay on the bed. Voldemort finally dragged me out of the bathtub, but not before bribing me with another round of sex. Not that he would have said no if I had offered...
I had asked him about the grapes before he left to go work and he said that it was because I was thinking about the wrong things. When I looked at him funny, he got this haughty look on his face and replied that I hadn't been thinking about him, the most important thing in my life. I replied that I didn't view him as a thing and got tossed on the bed for my troubles.
He had swept off in a set of fresh black robes after instructing me to remain in the room until he came back. I whined as he left that it would be boring and got smacked in the face with a large book on curses and hexes that weren't quite Dark for whining. Apparently the Dark Lord doesn't appreciate my mimicking of Draco Malfoy.
So after dressing in the green robes Voldemort had left out for me, I plopped down on the bed to read the book he had not so subtly ordered me to read. It was quite fascinating, especially with the comments he kept sending me as I read about the spells.
It wasn't all that long before Voldemort swept back in with a packet of papers and I sat up to focus on him to avoid getting a crick in my neck. Damn tall people with their high-up beds.
The jerk had conjured me a stepping stool when I fell off the bed and offered to put up ropes around the posts so if I started to fall I could grab them. I had replied that no, I wasn't sleeping in a bed that resembled a wrestling ring, which resulted in me getting tossed onto the bed again. Unfortunately he tossed me a little too hard and I rolled off the other side. Fortunately, he had already cast a cushioning spell on the floor around the bed. He still raced around to the other side to check and make sure I was alright and not too mad at him. Glomping him made me feel better, but I digress...
"Decisions for the future need to be made soon, so let's start with the first: Do you want to go back to Hogwarts?" I was shocked.
"You're giving me a choice?" He takes a deep breath before continuing.
"You are my equal and in control of your life now. Going to Hogwarts would allow you to do a bit of scouting and/or recruiting if you so desire while not going to Hogwarts would mean you'd be stuck in here, learning from books and doing assignments that I set for you and I assure you that you'd rather have Severus teaching you than me." That's scary. Severus is scary... sometimes. When he's pinned to the wall with Lucius Malfoy kissing his brains out, he's just... well, I'd rather not think about it right now or Voldemort might start throwing grapes at me again.
"You're practically telling me to go to Hogwarts..." It might be the best choice, but then I'd be away from Voldemort and what would happen if I were found out?
"I'm telling you that it would be wisest. If you were to stay here, then we'd have to deflect all sorts of rescue attempts and if you went you'd be privy to some information about Dumbles and the Order of the Roasted Turkeys that Severus cannot report to me. No one would expect you to be spying for me. Besides the fact that we want Dumbledore to think his plans are going well and the fact that there may be some people near you that are loyal to the Dark or you more than Dumbfuck." I narrow my eyes.
"You know something that I don't." He just grins at me. Bastard.
"I know many things that you don't." Smug bastard! I snarl.
"You know what I mean!" I grab him and pull him down on top of me.
"But you're so cute when you're angry." His amusement fades as he stares at me, looking thoughtful. "You reacted differently than I expected in regards to Severus." His stroking my cheek as he watches my facial expression, holding me to him with his other arm.
"I knew you'd be disappointed with me if I stayed at odds with one of your most trusted." He looks pleasantly surprised, leaning in for a quick kiss.
"My, my! Little Harry's all grown up!" I glare at him as he coos at me as if I were a child.
"I do not appreciate you treating me like Bellatrix, Voldemort." He shrugs, unapologetic, but as long as he doesn't do it again, then I can put it behind me.
"I thought that my hints the night of your kidnapping were obvious enough for even a Gryffindor, Mr. Boy-Who-Lived." I glare at him.
"Fine, Tom, I'll forever call you that as you have so kindly allowed me." He grins again, arm clenching me closer to him.
"And if the old goat asks why you're calling the Dark Lord by his first name when said sexy man has declared that no one but his equal may call him that?" I poke him before replying.
"I tell him that since TOM hates it so much why not annoy him while trying to kill him? I am his equal, even if he doesn't acknowledge it. His big head needs to be punctured." I reply, grinning, even as he scowls at my last sentence.
"Not punctured, but how about being squeezed with some certain muscles?" His sudden grin is sly and smack him over the head (cranium) with a pillow.
"Get your brain out of my pants." His grin widens as he pounces.
"You asked for it." One of his hands slides down, past all the layers of the robes he had me wear while the other hand holds both of mine above my head. I moan as he strokes my erection several times in his 'search'.
"I can't seem to find it. Where is it? Where are you hiding it?" He hisses, eyes alight with mischievousness as he continues to torture me.
"I think you've - Oh Merlin! - found 'it' several times, you teasing bastard!" I squirm as he traces my crack.
"You said I should get my brain out of your pants, but you're not even wearing any! There's only one place I haven't checked..." His finger presses against the ring of muscles that he's already stretched twice today and someone screams, then something that sounds suspiciously like a body thuds.
We look over to the door, which is now open, and notice that Draco Malfoy is passed out in the doorway. His scream has drawn a bit of a crowd that happens to include Lucius and Severus. I don't recognize any of the other Death Eaters and luckily Voldemort is very quick about putting up glamours as I notice when Lucius and Severus start freaking out about him bedding some redhead.
After the other Death Eaters have been sent off, the door firmly shut and warded, and Draco placed on the bed that I had vacated it in embarrassment when Severus started stalking towards us, Voldemort made the other two sit down and shut up before removing the glamour he had hurriedly put on me, making Severus and Lucius look very sheepish and apologize for jumping to conclusions.
"Back to what I had initially planned to talk about when heading in here. Harry, are you going to return to Hogwarts?" I scowl at him, not wanting to leave.
"Fine." I huff and Voldemort kisses me soundly before returning to his list of questions.
"Quit sounding like a teenager. You can be mature and you need to be for us to discuss what needs to be done." I reluctantly agree and sit up straighter. "You need a legal guardian and if we don't do something about it, then Dunderdore will assume that position and we don't want that. I was looking up your family tree and what do I find but an older cousin that went overseas to war and no one knows where he went except two of my Death Eaters and me. They never found his body and he wasn't one for much human contact. He was a black sheep in the family, though he did protect his family religiously, so Dumbfuck will believe him safe enough to leave you with him." He chuckles at his own joke and I can't resist nailing him in the face with a pillow.
"So, who's going to be my cousin?" He's finally calmed down enough to answer my question. It had taken Lucius and Severus to keep him from pouncing on me and doing something inappropriate with company present.
"I am." He replies stiffly from the chair that they tied him to and when I just smile at him he becomes a little suspicious. I get up and go stradle his lap.
"And if Dumblefuck figures it out?" I ask sweetly, enjoying how he is resisting.
"He won't, but if he does we're going to work it out so even if I do get found out, you won't." Well, that's informative and reassuring.
"So... when's the Order coming to 'rescue' me?" I deadpan, leaning against him, nuzzling his neck.
"Severus is going to inform them of your whereabouts tomorrow. You'll be placed in a cell after taking a certain potion that Severus has just invented." That sounds bad.
"What does it do?" I barely notice that Lucius has engaged Severus in the more pleasant pastime of making out on the Dark Lord's couch, but said Dark Lord doesn't know that because all his attention is focused solely on me and my distractions.
"Creates wounds on you." I stiffen and Voldemort sighs.
"It has to be done. It's just some bruises and cuts... unless you want to be beaten on by some Death Eaters..." He's nuzzling my neck as I nuzzle his. It tickles.
"No, I'll take the potion." He's nibbling on my neck and in response I lean my head back, offering him more, which he happily takes. "What's this cousin's name?"
"Vincent Potter. His wife and child were killed in the first war. He went to a remote island in Indonesia, but some Death Eaters found him while on vacation, murdered him for attacking them, and reported it to me. We're going to tell the old goat that he heard what happened and decided to step in to assist, using the fact that you look like his son probably would have had he lived." I pull back to look him in the eye and he pouts.
"Which Death Eaters? And what if he doesn't believe that sap? Why didn't this cousin step up earlier?" Lucius and Severus chuckle and I turn my attention to them. To my surprise it's Severus who answers. I thought they were still busy.
"We are the Death Eaters in question. We were on vacation when we stumbled across him and he attacked us, probably thinking we were there to get him. He was on a remote island under the Fidelus Charm, him being his own secret keeper; he never told anyone exactly where he went, only that he never wanted to see anyone ever again and that he was getting away from the war, human stupidity." Severus smirks, but Lucius is watching his son tossing and turning on the bed.
"Sounds like my kind of guy." I smirk back at my Potions teacher, then notice that Voldemort has been trying to get back to tasting my neck and has only been able to smell the air with his tongue an inch from my skin.
"And what am I?" Voldemort huffs, finally giving up and leaning back. I turn my smirk on him.
'My kind of guy,' I hiss, making him shiver, and kiss him soundly. A squeak from the bed alerts us that Draco has finally awakened. I turn to him, smirking. "Something wrong, Malfoy?"
"Potter! What are you doing here!" His shouting is quickly giving me a headache and Tom's distracting me so successfully, gnawing on my neck the way he is.
"Well," I drawl, staring at him calmly, my eyes are half-lidded, "it seems to me that I'm getting my head bitten off by Lord Voldemort." In response Voldemort sucks hard on the side of my neck, surely leaving a large red mark for the Order to find in a few day's time. I shift my focus to the Dark Lord. "And how am I going to explain that to Poppy Pomfrey?" He leans back, smirking.
"You're going to act all frightened and scared when you tell them how I fucked you into the ground and the wall and the bed and the tile and all the random pieces of furniture I happened to toss you on," he dead-panned, making Lucius and Severus snicker, Draco choke, and me smile as I ground out, "Lovely."
"Well then you'll have an excuse to avoid people at least for awhile." Severus can be ever so helpful at times. I roll my eyes.
"Then don't. Tell them you don't remember anything except being kidnapped and a few disjointed times when they woke you up for beatings and interrogations." Lucius apparently doesn't like me disrespecting Severus, though I wasn't trying to be rude. I just don't want to be bugged about it, which is exactly what others especially Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore are sure to do.
"Granger, Weasley, and Dumbledore would pester him incessantly if they knew something like that has happened." It seems like Draco's finally adjusted. Too bad. It was so funny watching him freak out.
It makes me almost wish I had taken his offer first year, but then I wouldn't have enjoyed all those times Ron made a complete fool of himself. I wouldn't have had to deal with Ron and Hermione's fights and I doubt that Malfoy has such problems with Crabbe and Goyle or even Pansy Parkinson, though she can be a real bitch, and then there's Blaise Zabini, but I don't know much about him.
"Wow, Malfoy, so astute." Lucius looks like he's going to snap at me again, so I add, "I might sound sarcastic, but I really am quite serious." He looks marginally mollified until Severus nudges him and then drops a kiss on his cheek. It's kinda cute. I never got to see this and I never thought that anything like this would happen even in a million years. Severus must expend all his bitchy hormones while at school… or that's just a face and he doesn't want to be mean when it's just his spouse, son, lord, and his lord's lover… or both.
"So… you two are together?" It's very hard to resist the call of some hard surface right now, so I give in, letting my head drop against Voldemort's chest. I suddenly get this feeling that Voldemort's grinning evilly at the young Malfoy and I know it to be true. He's about to say something really evil, so I prepare myself to look up in time to catch the look on Draco's face.
"So… do you want to hear about the mind-blowing sex I've already enjoyed twice today?" The Dark Lord asks so sweetly. Ah! There's the look of complete revulsion I was expecting.
"Aw, come on. He's not that bad," I tease, rubbing my cheek against Voldemort's chest as I smirk at Draco, who's still on the bed.
"I wasn't thinking about him," Draco smoothly replies. I scowl even as I wandlessly summon the pillow from behind him, only to banish it back in his face when it gets halfway to me.
The others are laughing as I pout against Voldemort, who is still bound to a stiff-backed chair. This fact must have once again been remembered by Voldemort since I'm pretty sure he's wants to wrap his arms around me lovingly, but he can't, so he settles momentarily for a kiss on the top of my head.
"Lucius, Severus, please let me free of these restraints." I sense an opening, so I take it.
"Oh Merlin! The Greatest Dark Lord of all Time is asking nicely; I think my world is falling apart! Hell is freezing over! Pigs will grow huge iridescent wings and fly everywhere. Cows are taking up guns to form a rebellion with chickens in helicopters as back-up!" I collapse limply against Voldemort, who starts struggling fiercely against his bonds.
"We have less than 48 hours close enough to touch and I want to make the most of it before we're separated for months on end." Voldemort hisses and Severus raises his wand, flicks it, and then the three Malfoys quickly leave.
He pulls me against him as he stands, dragging me over to the fireplace. 'I've just had a most delicious vision of you braced against the fireplace as I take you.' He's stripping me, plundering my mouth as his hands worship my body. We break because of our need to breathe and I place my hands on mantle, pushing my lower body back against him.
His fingers check to make sure I'm loose enough so as to not tear anything, then a quick lubrication spell and he's plunging into me, encouraging me mentally to scream as loud as I want, pleading with me to voice how I feel. I grant his wish, screaming, moaning, and mewling as he takes me. One of his hands guides my hips while the other is curled around, up my chest as he makes sure that he doesn't pound me into the unrelenting, sharp stones.
His touch is loving, his movements are impassioned, his kisses are deep, and his thoughts are erotic. I feel our climaxes approaching as he speeds up, sucking on my neck again, the hand on my hip slipping forward to clasp my erection tightly, then one hard stroke and the whiteness slams into us. Voldemort pulls me back and we fall onto the couch.
A few minuate later, when we're able to form coherent thoughts not consisting of 'Oh Merlin!' or something along those lines, we notice the drying liquid on the fireplace. Voldemort chuckles, clutching me closer as I blush and look away from the evidence of what we just did. What if someone had fire-called?
He finally talks me into getting up, though I refuse to let him out of me. We clamber into bed, settling down. I know it won't take much for me to fall asleep, I can already feel the drowsiness setting in.
Voldemort's tongue keeps tasting the air by my ear and it makes this whispery noise that's lulling me all the sooner into the land of nod.
Just before I slip off completely I hear him hiss something that makes me shiver, though my chest has clenched with a wave of warmth. I want to reply but things are going downhill fast and all I can do is send a sense of acceptance and mirror what he feels for me. I want to tell him, "I love you, too," but the pull is too great as I am sucked into unconciousness.
Every blond has blond moments, even when they're not blond, so I don't know why they're called blond moments if everyone has them… unless everyone's really blond… fine, everyone has an INNER blond that sometimes shows itself in little bursts called blond moments and it's just a coincidence that generally blonds have more blond moments.
AN: Whew! That last little bit was a pain to articulate. How does one (moi) express what one will do for ones mate that one (moi) does not have? I'm going to point this out now because it will be really important later:
READ: Voldemort has found his mate, his bound one, the other half of his soul (later more literally and possibly already). He will do anything to please his mate. They have solidified the bond even more by consummating their love. (If the MoM knew about it, then they'd be legally married.) When I say anything, I mean anything. His snake instinct knows that Harry is a younger male (no, I'm not going to have Tom become a hermaphrodite. Ick. No offense or anything, but, no) and younger people tend to like younger people at least to look at and Voldemort is OLD… and a snake while Harry is most definitely human and in love with him. Subconsciously/Instinctually he's going to be trying to find a way to become more appealing to Harry. So, what's that going to entail, I wonder? I know. Can anyone guess? Cookies to those who guess correctly.
Hint: Keep in mind that Voldemort is a snake… an incomplete snake that was created from homemade experiments.