Chapter Five
Harry smiled softly to himself as he sat up, looking down at the Dark Lord who now controlled Great Britain, fast asleep and looking relaxed and content. Something that Harry hoped was partly to do with him and their relationship together.
It had been a long three and a half, nearly four months since he had agreed to the bond and relationship with Voldemort, it had been five months, heading to half a year since he had rescued him from the Dursleys. A lot had happened in that time, and it seemed to have been years and yet no time at all.
Harry slipped from their bed, careful not to wake Voldemort, and pulled on a thick dressing gown that Voldemort had bought him as soon as the winter kicked in. The manor was kept warm and comfortable, but Harry loved the dressing gown, it was soft fleece material that he loved snuggling into. Sliding his feet into his slippers he padded out the room and to the room just down the hallway that Voldemort had set up for him, nodding to the different portraits that called a soft good morning to him on the way past. They were a mixture of Harry and Voldemort's ancestors that Harry had dug out of both their vaults and had placed them up around their manor, the mixing of their pasts contenting both him and Voldemort.
Voldemort had been in charge of wizarding Great Britain for a month and a bit now, it seemed the distraction of Harry disappearing, the split in opinion between what had happened at the Dursleys, was their saviour evil? Why had he done it? Had the Dursleys really abused him? Who had know about that? Why had he been left in that situation? They had nearly killed him, ironically he would have been dead had the Dark Lord not rescued him. These issues had formed cracks in the Order and the MInistry, something that Voldemort had not hesitated to use for their good, working his fingers into those cracks and yanking them apart.
He had been in charge and ruling before anyone had actually realised what had happened, and by the time that they had, it had been too late to do anything about it. Harry's knowledge of the Order had been given freely, and his partner had used that to round up the Order, his spies had worked quickly through the Ministry.
Harry was impressed by Voldemort's knowledge of history, and though it had seemed random, he realised that his partner was using that knowledge to ensure that he did not make any mistakes that previous coups had made when taking over a country. Things had been a little rough, but on the whole a lot easier than Harry had been expecting.
His partner's followers were treating him with a lot more respect since Lucius, who was still visibly damaged from Voldemort's punishment, and Severus, who had been outed as a spy and killed for that betrayal and for what he had done to Harry. He had tried to argue that he had only betrayed Voldemort because he had promised not to kill Lily, which Voldemort had scoffed at saying that if he had made that promise he would have bound himself with magic as was the way of their people, and he would have lost his magic if he had gone against it. As that had not happened, no promise had clearly been made. The argument that he had gone against him because he had promised to protect Lily's son had also been squashed when Voldemort pointed out that he had not cared for Harry's mental wellbeing, and if he was really concerned in guarding over Harry, why had he not checked in on his home life to ensure that Harry was being treated ok, especially as he was one of the few people who had knowledge of exactly what Petunia had thought about magic and knowing how she had looked on Lily.
All his arguments to try and save himself had failed, and he had been killed in front of Harry when he had started trying to spit out vitriol at the young man about how ashamed Lily would be of him, he had even tried to say James would be as well, using the man that he hated against Harry.
Harry had earned a lot of real respect from his partners' followers that day when he had stood and watched with a blank face as Snape was killed in front of him, the only expression he had made had been a disturbed grimace when it had been revealed that Snape had been in love with Lily. The thought was slightly disturbing, and not something that he really dwelt on.
The twins had come over to their side, with relish really, and an enthusiasm that worried Harry slightly sometimes. The rest of the Weasley family were one among many families that had magical limiters placed on them, unbreakable as it used blood magic, to ensure that they would not be able to use offensive magic ever again, and ensuring that they would not be able to rebel against the Dark side. They were hired for jobs that were very much designed for the level of magic that they now possessed, and the magic that they could perform. The only exceptions were Bill, Charlie and Fleur, who it seemed was engaged to Bill, while they had not had magical limiters placed on them, they would be watched closely, and the first sign of rebellion would have them placed on.
Neville and Luna were more neutral than anything else, and that was something that Harry could respect, they were not really Dark, and he knew that they did not agree with a lot of the things that he had allowed to happen, that he had encouraged, and that he had requested. They were friends still, and they spoke, but it was not the same and it never would be. But he was sure that they would not go against them as they agreed with a lot of the changes that Voldemort had put into place and the improvements that had been made to a lot of lives.
Harry's life had settled into a nice routine, mainly he looked after their home, looked after Voldemort, and generally just enjoyed his life, he organised some things for the Dark Side, he took on a few things from Voldemort because it was something that he was interested in and thought that he could be good at, but Voldemort never, ever pressured him into feeling like he had to do it, and on a couple of them he had argued against Harry doing them because he thought that Harry was taking it on because he thought he had to, or because he was worried about the people Harry would come across. But all the things that he had taken on had been successful, and he was content with the part that he was playing.
What was becoming a little more common was for him to be attending different gatherings, parties and meetings with Voldemort, appearing at his side and quite happily making it clear that they were practically one unit. He was the partner to the ruler of Britain. And he was proud to be.
He was also a sounding board for Voldemort for a lot of the things that he was doing, speeches and different ideas that he was dwelling on and weighing up. Harry knew though that one of the things that was most expected of him now that his and Voldemort's relationship had been revealed to its full extent was for him to produce an heir for Voldemort, particularly to carry on the dynasty that he had now created by taking over the Wizarding world. Once he produced an heir for their Lord he would have their unquestioned respect. It was a little bit of pressure, but considering he had already decided that he wanted children, this expectation wasn't too bad, he and knew that once they started having children his part would be in raising them.
Humming happily he gathered the last of their breakfast together and drifted back to their bedroom carrying the tray with it on. He placed the tray down onto his bedside cabinet, mainly because Voldemort's was always piled high with books, papers and pens leaving no space to put anything down.
He gently climbed back onto the bed after kicking off his slippers, and then leant down to press kisses to Voldemort's lips to wake him up. His lover twitched under him before those lips moved into a smile as he sleepily kissed Harry back, his hand coming up to cup the back of Harry's neck to draw him closer, kissing him ever sweeter and deeper the more he woke up.
"Hmm, good morning," Voldemort opened red eyes to look up at Harry who smiled sweetly down at him.
"Morning, I have breakfast for you," Harry kissed him against and then turned to place the tray on his partner's lap, kissing his cheek again before settling against his side to eat breakfast with him.
"I love this start to the morning," Voldemort sighed as he finished his eggs and toast and settled back against the pillows.
"Me too," Harry smiled settling down as well. "Have you a busy day today?"
"Yes, I have several meetings, lunch with the members of the Wizengamot to start going over properly what it is that I expect of them, I am looking at some of the laws this afternoon that need changing because they are beyond archaic," He groaned. "Yourself?"
"I have meetings in regard to the schooling system and setting up the primary schools," Harry said nervously. Voldemort took his hand and kissed the back of it.
"You are going to be wonderful at it," Voldemort assured him.
"You can't know that," Harry sighed.
"I can. Because you have the determination to protect and look after children and ensure that there are measures in place to try and prevent children like us being missed," Voldemort smiled. "And you have people there to help you, and you can ask me for any help you need, not that I think you will truly need it once you get going and find your feet,"
"Thank you," Harry hummed. "Are you going to be free on Friday night still?" he tried to ask casually, but the look that he received said that he had not been that successful.
"Yes, do you have something in particular planned?" Voldemort asked, his eyes narrowing a little when Harry just smiled at him.
"Yes," He answered climbing out of their bed.
"Are you going to tell me what it is that you have planned?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes as Harry drifted around the bedroom.
"I may, if you make it worth my while," Harry grinned cheekily, pulling on his shirt and settling it into place, carefully pulling his necklace from under the material and settled it into place.
"Oh, and what is it you desire? You wish shall be my command," Voldemort smirked, rolling a little in their bed so he was laying on his side across it, the sheets having fallen low so that Harry could see the tempting V that his pelvis made, his flat, lightly muscled stomach and dark trail of hair making Harry want to blush, his strong chest that Harry loved reclining on, cuddling into and resting on in bed on display for his eyes.
"I am planning on poisoning you and taking over Britain myself, it was my long game plan and now that you have taken over and got everything settled it is the perfect time for me to strike," Harry said and watched amused as Voldemort blinked at him repeatedly.
"Minx!" Voldemort snagged him firmly around the waist and pinned his on the bed, laying his larger body over Harry's scattering kisses and nips over him as Harry laughed under him.
"I could have been serious!" Harry laughed wrapping his arms around Voldemort as his partner nipped at his neck.
"Never," Voldemort pulled back to smile down at him, so sure that Harry would not betray him.
"Never," Harry agreed.
"Are you going to tell me?" Voldemort asked kissing his cheek.
"It is a surprise," Harry shook his head.
"Ok," Voldemort agreed leaning down to kiss him deeply.
Harry nodded to those around him as they bowed when he stood and walked out of the room, the matters that they had been dealing with resolved and he felt that it had been dealt with well and was content with the steps that they had made to set up the primary schools.
He made his way to the apparition room and made his way back home, already stripping off his outer robes seconds after he appeared, passing them to one of the house-elves who popped in as soon as he appeared.
"The Master is being telling us to give you this master Harry," The elf squeaked holding out a rose for the young man.
"Thank you," Harry said warmly taking the rose and smelling the beautiful flower, his heart warming in his chest at the gesture.
Nodding to himself he hurried through the manor to get ready for his surprise, now ready for it more than ever considering that they had barely seen each other since their breakfast the other morning, Voldemort's meetings had kept him busy, and Harry had been in and out of them. They had had time for a late meal together and then fell into bed exhausted.
Harry was nervous about tonight but more than that he was looking forward to it, and he moved to his kitchen that Voldemort had had setup for him and got their meal on the way, working hard to ensure that it was the best meal he had ever made.
Once everything was on and cooking away he turned and hurried to their bedroom to shower and ensure that he was ready for tonight. He paused for a few moments, nibbling on his lips as he considered the items that he had bought all those months ago in Diagon Alley, unsure as to whether he could actually wear them for Voldemort, and show him them, unsure whether he would find it as attractive and sexy as Harry felt in them.
But in the end, he slipped the item on, and he pulled his other new clothes over the top, smoothing his hand over them as he took deep breaths, before laying out the new shirt and trousers that he had bought for Voldemort for tonight, carefully taking out the box that he had retrieved yesterday from his vault in Gringotts and placed it under the clothes.
The next thing on his list was to set up their private dining room. Making his way to the room he drew his wand and set to work, he placed soft lights around the room, placing candles throughout it so that it looked what he hoped would be romantic, the house-elves had placed flowers around the room as he had requested, and he set the table with the dining set that they had gone out to chose together. It was of course fancy, and it reminded Harry of something that would have been on the table of a medieval king, it had caught both their attention and they had fallen in love with it. Harry loved it all the more because it was one of the things that they had bought together to make the manor into their home, a part that made their life feel all the more domestic together.
"Master Harry, Master is home and is changing, he has found your gift," the house-elf informed him as requested, and Harry nodded in thanks as he finished the last touches to the room, and then made his way to the kitchen to finish up their meal, Voldemort had strict instructions that he was to go to the dining room.
When he walked into the dining room red eyes found him right away, heated and burning as they locked onto him, and Voldemort stalked over, capturing Harry around his waist and kissed him deeply, holding onto him tightly as his passion burned through him and into Harry who clung onto his shoulders and kissed back just as enthusiastically.
Their meal may have been forgotten complete if the sound of the plate that the lamb was on chinked against the platter as it settled into place startled them apart, and Harry stepped back, determined that this was going to go to plan. He took in Voldemort wearing the clothes that he had bought for him, and he licked his lips reconsidering his plan as he took in the way the slightly open black shirt contrasted with his pale skin, clinging to his frame perfectly and highlighting it just as Harry had imagined it would. The black trousers clung to his legs in the same manner, leaving very little to the imagination.
"Wow," Harry breathed.
"You have rather good taste," Voldemort said huskily, his eyes dragging over Harry as though he would rather eat him than the meal that had settled onto the table behind them.
"I rather think I do," Harry agreed, dragging his eyes over him again, settling on the ring sitting on his finger.
"Are you sure about this Harry?" Voldemort asked seriously, some of the heat cooling in his as he followed Harry's eyes to the ring on his finger.
"I am bound to you, completely, this is just making it official, and it is what I want more than anything else," Harry said honestly, reaching out to his partner's hand in his, stroking his finger over the ring that was sitting on his ring finger. "I love you Voldemort, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,"
Voldemort sucked in a deep breath at the words, his head spinning and a thousand emotions flashed over his face too fast for Harry to read, but he was able to guess most of them. He cupped his partner's face and kissed him as sweetly as he could manage, pressing his feelings into the kiss, his heart warming even more for the man holding onto him like he was one of the most precious things in the world, and Harry after months with him had no doubt that to this man, he was one of the most precious things in the world, if not the most precious thing in his world.
"I love you, so much, more than anything else. You are the only person I will ever love like this, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together," Harry smiled softly, lovingly at his partner, who gazed back at him with wonder.
"I do not believe that I have ever truly been loved before," Voldemort said lowly cupping Harry's face.
"Well you are," Harry said simply. The kiss that he was gifted with literally curled his toes in his shoes and he sank into his partner.
"I want to marry you as quickly as possible," Voldemort said against his lips as soon as they parted making Harry laugh.
"Definitely with you there," Harry hummed. "Now, supper,"
"You cooked this all yourself?" Voldemort asked looking at the table that was practically groaning under the amount of food.
"Yes,"
"Damn," Voldemort sighed.
"What?" Harry looked at him a little offended, though he waited to bite his head off when he saw the twinkle in his eyes.
"If it had been made by the elves I would have been happy to take you to bed right now and wait, but as this was cooked by you I definitely have to eat it," Voldemort kissed him. "It looks amazing," he complimented leading Harry to his seat. They sat down next to each other and loaded up their plates.
They avoided talking about any business, just chatting happily together, talking about the changes that they were making to the manor, and they lightly started talking about the wedding.
"I think a spring wedding would be nice, it gives us time to organise it properly," Voldemort suggested.
"Or, we could have a quick private ceremony, just for the two of us with witnesses, and then we can have a full wedding for our followers and the official people that we have to invite," Harry suggested softly.
"I...yes, I like that idea," Voldemort nodded. "The actual ceremony being just for us is perfect. Do mind that we need to have a public ceremony, if it is not something that you want then we do not have to do it,"
"It is important for our side to have a public ceremony, I can do that for one day, I do not mind, I would just prefer our actual ceremony to be personal between just us," Harry smiled shaking his head.
"Thank you,"
"I knew what I was signing up for when I chose you,"
"My perfect Harry," Voldemort sighed.
"I have one more surprise for you," Harry said and watched red eyes opening and looking at him with curious interest, a flash of nerves going through him as Voldemort lifted his head from his lap where he had been resting it while Harry read to him.
"Oh yes?" He was looking incredibly interested now as he sat up properly, and Harry swallowed down his nerves as best he could, focussing on how much he wanted this.
"Come with me?" Harry asked holding his hand out which Voldemort took right away. Harry drew him to his feet and placed their book down onto the table, before leading him from the room and down the hall to their bedroom. As it became clear where they were going Voldemort's hand tightened in his and his eyes became even more intent upon him, watching him like a hawk, or the snake that he was.
"Harry…" he breathed out as Harry stopped in the middle of their room and turned to him.
"Sit on the bed," Harry ordered. He was probably the only person in the world that could order the Dark Lord around, and he would do as he was told. He moved eagerly to the foot of their bed and sat down, turning eager eyes to Harry as he rested his hands on his knees waiting to see if this was going where he clearly thought it was going.
Harry stepped closer to the bed, standing just out of reach and met those red eyes, the burning passion in them, the heat he was watching Harry with, and the desire that was obviously on his face helped burn away a few more of his nerves, and he reached up to slowly undo his robes, watching with amusement as Voldemort's eyes followed his hands as though he had cast a spell to lock them onto them.
His robes hit the floor with a soft rustle, and he reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, those eyes watching again with determined focus, watching as Harry tanned skin was revealed to his eyes. Still feeling a little self-conscious, and a little bit ridiculous, but also feeling sexier and sexier as desire carved itself in Voldemort's features, and a visible bulge could now be seen in his trousers as he gripped even tighter onto his knees to prevent himself from touching himself as he clearly wanted to do, which seemed even harder for him when Harry dropped his shirt to the floor.
"Harry…" Voldemort breathed out, his eyes widening when Harry's hands reached for the zip of his trousers. "Is this...are you...do you want…" He couldn't seem to finish his sentence, and this gave Harry even more confidence.
"Yes, I am ready, I want you to make love to me," Harry said, and Voldemort's grip on his knees tightened so much that it looked like it hurt.
"Harry…"
"No, stay where you are, I am not done yet," Harry smiled when Tom went to stand up. He sat back down looking at Harry like a hungry wolf.
Harry lowered the zip of his trousers and pulled them slowly down his hips, pausing with just enough of the fabric underneath exposed for Voldemort to see, and watched as he took in what he was seeing. His eyes widened and then to Harry's delight he licked his lips hungrily, flicking his eyes up to Harry's as though trying to confirm that he was seeing what he thought he was before his eyes flicked back down and he stared at the strip of green lace as though willing Harry's trousers to lower further so that he could see the whole picture.
Feeling obliging, and partially wanting to reveal them and get it done with, hoping that he would like them as much as he seemed to. He slipped his trousers down his legs as sexily as he could manage, pooling them around his feet, and stood there with his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for Voldemort's reaction to the lacy green panties that he was wearing for him.
"I...I...I…"
"Do you not like it?" Harry asked nervously.
"I feel like a teenager about to cum in my pants just from looking at you," Voldemort said lowly. Harry flushed with desire and he walked slowly over to his partner, reaching out to rest his hands on his broad shoulders as he stepped between his parted legs. Voldemort's large hands came up like magnets and gripped his hips. His thumbs stroking over the lace that was now heavily tented under his clear appreciation.
"Harry...I will say it once more, we don't have to do this, if you have changed your mind I won't mind…" Voldemort said, while amusingly not taking his eyes off of the way the green material contrasted with Harry skin, the way the material cupped and shaped him, looking as though he was trying to burn it into his memory.
Harry tilted his head back up so that he was looking down into those blazing red ones, leaning down to kiss his partner hungrily, his lips demanding as he climbed into Voldemort's lap and pressed his erection against his stomach, lust and passion burning through him desperately as Voldemort's hands cupped his lace-covered bum and pulled it desperately.
"I want you to make love to me, I am ready, and more than anything I want to feel you inside of me, I want to be bound with you in that way, and I want to know what it feels like to be with you in that way. I am ready, so ready," He breathed out between kisses.
"Harry...the things you do to me," Voldemort groaned before gripping Harry's hips and twisting them so that Harry was sprawled on his back on their bed gazing up at the man who was soon to be his lover, drinking in his naked body as he had banished his clothing to get himself naked as quickly as possible. "If I promise to buy you more, do you mind if I cut a hole in these so that you can leave them on?" Voldemort asked breathlessly touching the waist of his panties.
"Definitely!" Harry felt a little lightheaded at the thought, and he whined a little when Voldemort used his magic to slice a hole where he needed it, and then eager fingers were pressing against his entrance where he longed for the other most.
Lube easily coated those long, nimble fingers with some wandless magic, the dance of that power over his skin making him twitch in excitement. And then a finger was pressing into him, and he groaned out loud.
"Are you ok?" Voldemort asked concerned, glancing at his face.
"It feels good, carry on, please," Harry asked breathlessly, twitching his hips down. Content with the answer Voldemort started moving his finger inside of Harry, getting him used to the feeling before he added a second finger and slowly started opening him up, scissoring his fingers while he thrust a little faster, his eyes glued to Harry's face to make sure that he was enjoying himself, that he wasn't in any pain, and to drink in the pleasure that he was feeling that was displayed so clearly on his face.
The third finger was a little uncomfortable, but Voldemort was so careful and worked to make sure that Harry felt pleasure so that it quickly passed. Finally, he seemed to decide that Harry was ready, and he slicked himself up with more than enough lube reaching to stroke Harry's hip where the lace met it, before sliding between Harry's welcomingly spread legs, and pressed himself to Harry's entrance...only to freeze.
"What?!" Harry whined, writhing desperately in Voldemort's grip.
"The contraception charm, I nearly forgot...this isn't the best time to discuss this, but do you want me to cast it?" Voldemort asked, and his concern made Harry smile.
Reaching up he pulled his partner down against him, kissing him passionately, loving the feeling of his soon to be lover's heavier body pressing himself against the bed, his large erection still pressed to Harry's entrance, his hips jerking almost automatically in pure desire.
"What happens, happens, I would rather you didn't, and when the time is right it will catch, if it is this time, or in a year's time, then that is what happens. Is that ok with you?" Harry asked.
"Yes, definitely yes," Voldemort nodded, and with nothing else pressed himself deeply inside of Harry, filling him so he felt as though he were full of his lover, his more than generous erection stretching him to bursting and making him feel as though he was filled to his throat.
He was grateful that Voldemort held absolutely as still as he could as he waited for Harry to adjust to him, stroking his sides and murmuring in his ear about how hot and amazing he felt around him, how perfect he was, how amazing he felt under him, how lucky he felt.
"Move," Harry requested stroking down his lover's bare back, and that was all the incentive the older man needed, pressing himself a little deeper which Harry hadn't thought was possible and then rolled his hips. The noise that he drew from Harry was a noise that he hadn't made before, the pleasure that shot through his system like an electric shock, his legs and arms locked around Voldemort tightly, desperate to get more of that pleasure. It had never felt like this before when he has played with himself, and he thought absently as Voldemort drew back and slammed back in that he could easily become addicted to this.
Voldemort gazed down at his impossible lover hungry and he thrust in and out of the tight, welcoming heat that embraced him as though it were made for him, the pleasure going through him overwhelming, the knowledge that he was inside of Harry almost overwhelming. He thrust into him watching every expression on his face, getting almost as much pleasure from that as he was from the clenching heat around him.
"I'm going to…" Harry panted, sweat-slick skin moving against each other as Voldemort rocked into him in desperate thrusts, the sound of their lovemaking filling the room in an even more arousing way.
"Yes, yes, cum for me my love," Voldemort urged and with that Harry arched back as he came between their stomachs with a cry of pleasure that, mixed with the clenching of the hot heat around him that seemed to be trying to milk him with rhythmic grips, pulled Voldemort over the edge as well, thrusting deep into his lover's delicious body he spilt deep inside of him and called out his own pleasure into Harry's throat.
An hour later the two of them were fast asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, content and happy smiles on their faces. On Voldemort's hand rested one of the rings from the Potter vault, a symbol of Harry's love for him, and he had every intention of collecting the ring that he had set aside for Harry months ago to get it onto his finger as soon as possible. Inside of Harry as he slept a new life started forming, created of the bond of the two of them.
