A/N: If you read my AN from my last post you would know that I didn't feel very well but right now I feel even worse.
I re-watched all of the movies and I can say one thing, the Ancient House of Black never looked like that in my mind. I seriously doubt that a pureblood family of high status would ever live in such a tiny cramped ugly house (it is described as dark, not ugly). I imagined a big manor house, large entrance and big rooms. Just thought I should say that if I mention the house it is absolutely nothing like in the movies. Because that house sucks.
btw. I don't own Harry Potter.
"Hermione, I am starting to get really worried about Harry."
"There no need to be worried about him, he'll turn up. He always does."
"But he ran away!"
"Stop being dramatic Ronald."
"I'm not being dramatic. He hadn't been acting like himself beforehand anyway."
"That was because of Malfoy."
"Yeah, the slimy git."
"He was acting very strangely when Malfoy was here."
"Good thing Dumbledore chucked him out when he did, who knows what that spy was doing."
"This is your room," Draco said as he opened the door to one of the largest suites in Malfoy Manor. "Father is going to hate it when he finds out your staying here you know?"
"I can't wait until he finds out." Harry smirked at the very thought. He entered the set of rooms; it was all in pure white and silver. There was a large bookcase, a coffee table, a sofa and chairs. There was a door on the left which obviously led to the bedroom. "How about we go look in there?" Harry asked slyly, nodding his head in the direction of the bedroom.
He grabbed the blondes hand and led him through the door. The bedroom was the same colour except from the bright red bedspread. Harry smirked as he imagined the blonde splayed out on the bed before him, his pale skin contrasting with the red beautifully. He turned the blonde to him and pressed his lips forcefully onto the others. When he started to turn the kiss rougher by putting his tongue into play he felt a slight push against his chest. Trying to ignore the blonde he moved his hands to cup the pert bottom of his love.
Falling to the floor Harry looked up at the person who had just kicked him in surprise. "What the?" He felt like he had just lost a few seconds of his life. Did Draco really just kick him in the shin to stop the kiss?
"You know I am not supposed to do anything." The blonde stated firmly.
"But... I am his heir. We can do it now right?" Harry asked thoroughly confused. He thought that once he was Voldemort's heir he was able to be with Draco.
"Not until you are bound to be his heir and I have been given to you." Harry really hated it when Draco was being matter-of-fact with him; he always spoke in a condescending voice that made Harry wish his love wasn't so damn smart. But, Merlin, he loved the blonde's intelligence, and nearly everything else about him.
Harry pouted slightly before picking himself up and gently taking Draco's hand to lead him to the bed. He noted the others reluctance to even sit on the bed. "Come on," Harry sighed, "I won't bite. Yet." He grinned as he sat down and dragged the blonde onto his lap. "How is your side?"
Ignoring the question Draco looked at him sternly. "Voldemort will try to find out what Dumbledore took from you to try and control you. You do know that right?"
"It's pretty obvious," Harry looked over the boy in his lap. "You're worried about me aren't you?"
"Well it's not like you are about to start worrying about your own safety anytime soon."
"It's so cute when you're worried about me," Harry teased.
"I will seriously hurt you one of these days Potter."
"Hopefully in a good way," Harry smirked, causing Draco to roll his eyes and pinch the Gryffindor on the arm. Harry laughed and rolled to the side, pinning the Slytherin to the bed. "I wish we could..."
Looking up into the green eyes Draco sighed. "I wish we could too."
"Would he really be able to tell?"
Sadly Draco nodded his head. "It's part of the spell that will link me to you, it only works if my body is pure."
"Sometimes I hate magic." Grumbling Harry lifted himself off of Draco. "I doubt Voldemort will be able to guess that you were what I was talking about."
"He wouldn't guess. He would find out some way."
"Really?" Harry asked incredulously. "How exactly would he find out?"
"He can get into your head Harry!" Draco yelled out in annoyance. "I'm sure he could riffle through there and find that piece of information out. And even if he didn't find it, there would be plenty of clues in your mind that could point in my direction."
"I can block him out." Harry stiffened at the disbelieving huff from next to him. "I can!" He insisted. "You are acting like your afraid only for yourself. What do you think he would do if he did find out it was you?"
"I'm not afraid about what he would do to me. I'm afraid of what you will do if he did something to me." Draco stared at the wall opposite him. "You tend to act without thinking."
Harry lifted his hand and grasped Draco's chin, turning it towards him to stare into the deep grey eyes he fell in love with. "I am going to think before acting. I know I am in dangerous territory and will need to use all of my cunning to come out on top. But I will do this for us. I promise you. I will block him and not show any weakness to anybody ever again."
"You're showing it to me."
"You are most certainly not just anybody." Harry smiled, "You are the only person in this world worth anything."
"Harry," Draco breathed out smiling with him.
A knocking on the door was heard and both boys pulled further apart and placed on blank expressions. "Enter," Harry called out. The door opened and in came the person Harry had been waiting to see. "Greetings Mr Malfoy, I thank you for letting me stay in your manor." Harry didn't even bother getting up to speak to Lucius Malfoy, which he knew would be perceived as an insult to the man.
The eldest blonde sneered over at Harry. "Draco leave. I need to speak to Potter alone." The Malfoy patriarch ordered.
"Yes father." Draco said, he walked towards the door and shrugged to Harry when he was out of the line of sight of his father, Harry winked over at him. Smiling Draco closed the door as he exited.
"What can I do for you Mr Malfoy?" Harry asked kindly.
"I do not believe for a second that you true in your appeal for being The Dark Lord's heir." Lucius snarled towards the dark haired boy.
"Ah, here is where you have a problem," Harry smiled up at the blonde man, who was standing tall in his fine black robe and holding his cane to show his supposed power. "Your opinion doesn't matter to me. I also doubt it matters to Voldemort. In fact if you even try to state what you think about this I believe that there will be a very negative response to it. I wonder how high your pain tolerance is." Harry looked up, pretending to think before shaking his head. "Never mind. If you try to tell Voldemort what to think and who to believe I will probably find out quite soon."
It was quite a sight to behold and Harry loved every minute of seeing how red Lucius' face went when he heard all of this. "You little..." In the time it took the Malfoy to pull out his wand from his cane Harry had already aimed his wand to the blonde's throat.
"I wouldn't try anything if I were you," Harry warned his normally bright emerald eyes turned dark with hate. "I have no quarrel with killing you right now." It was said calmly, showing how little he thought of the Malfoy.
"You wouldn't."
"Care to test me?"
The wand was slid back into the cane and Lucius took a cautionary step back. "I will see you exposed Potter." Malfoy snarled, he spun around, cloak flaring behind him as he went. Harry sighed in annoyance; knowing that blonde family as he did if they set out to do something they will do everything to get it done, no matter how annoying it was for other people. He would be trouble. No doubt about it.
Walking over to the silver writing desk that was facing a giant window Harry sat down and gazed out onto the beautiful garden down below. He was about three stories up he guessed, he had lost count as he was more focused on Draco's back while he was being led up to his room. He frowned, now was not the time to bask in his hormones. Weasley and Granger would no doubt be getting suspicious about his disappearing act. But leaving the Orders headquarters was the only way out from underneath Dumbledore's thrall, even though it was his house he had been forced to leave it. He will get his house back and he will make the old meddling fool pay for ever trying to use him. No one was ever going to use him again.
"Harry?" A soft voice asked from behind him, Harry spun around and smiled when he saw the youngest stubborn Malfoy. "Voldemort wishes to speak with you on some delicate matters."
"Which would be?"
"Probably trying to figure out what spells you would you; torture methods, killing practices. That kind of thing."
"Oh joy," Harry muttered harshly under his breath, "I get all the fun."
"Don't you just." Smiling the blonde pulled Harry out of his chair and made him stand in the middle of the room. He walked over to an ornate wardrobe and pulled out a dark green robe, he went over to Harry and made him put it on over his muggle clothes. "This should make you look more presentable."
"I didn't see Tom that long ago. Why do I need to wear something different?" Harry grumbled when Draco started messing with his hair to make it lie flat.
"He's an important man. You need to behave your best and impress not only him but his followers. If not then even if you manage to become heir, it will all be for nought. They need to respect you..."
"Or fear me," Harry spat out.
"Or fear you, for them to follow you, to willingly risk their lives for your cause." Draco eventually gave up with Harry's hair, glaring at it still. "It's all about how you approach people."
"I don't really want to approach him though." Harry huffed out.
"Where's all that confidence gone?"
"To hell, just like my libido."
Draco lent forward and pressed a light kiss to Harry's slack lips. "Remember what you said about us ruling the world? I found that very sexy."
"Really?" Harry asked; his eyebrow raised as he studied the blonde who was grinning at him like a cat that got the cream. Damn, he wished he could give Draco cream. He wrapped one arm about the blonde's middle and held him tight to his body. "We are going to rule the world. First we are going to get Tom to trust me and make me his heir, and then I will kill Dumbledore with his help. After that they will all trust me and we will get rid of Tom, making me the most powerful wizard of our time. Then I will rule the whole of the wizarding world, with you as my beautiful consort."
Draco threw his arms around Harry's neck and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I will do anything to make that happen. But in order for you to even be Voldemort's heir you are going to have to make him trust you." He pulled away smirking. "So get down there and wow him."
Harry nodded, kissing the blonde one last time he made for the door. "Wish me luck."
"You don't need luck, as soon as you are faced with him again I have no doubt that your confidence will return." Draco crossed his arms and watched as the brunet left the room.
Harry glared at Voldemort who sat opposite him. Both were sitting down in the elegant living area of Malfoy Manor. He kept repeating the instant that Voldemort had kicked his lover in the side and hate was bubbling up. How dare this beast kick his beauty? He tried to calm down so as not to give away his want for the boy but it kept on coming back up. He mentally added that onto the list of reasons that he should kill the snake-beast as soon as possible. "I have told you my reasons to get back at Dumbledore and the light side. What more do you want to know?" Harry was very irritated at the moment, he had to spend nearly two hours speaking to this beast about his reasons for deserting the order and it was getting very repetitive and frustrating.
Voldemort watched Harry for a long time, those red eyes studying him as they had been since he entered the room, scrutinising his every move. "Yes. I think you will do." He finally said, kissing slightly. Harry had a fleeting thought, wondering if he would end up hissing like that if he spoke in Parseltongue too often. "I will officially name you my heir at the next meeting of followers. You have three days to prepare." There was a very disconcerting smirk on that skeletal face. "However you will not be there as Harry Potter, you will have to choose a new name."
"I understand." Harry frowned. "It will be a pleasure working with you."
Voldemort stepped forward and placed a cold hand on the side of Harry's face tipping it slightly. "The pleasure won't only be yours I am sure," he hissed softly. Stepping back his eyes kept watch over the boy. "Your may leave now." Harry got up and walked to the door however a reptilian voice made him stop and cringe. "By the way you must now refer to me as your Lord." That voice was way too happy for its own good and made Harry want to curse it.
We will see who is the Lord soon enough Tom, Harry promised himself, soon enough.
A/N: Okay I am stopping there. Hopefully it will be received as well as my first chapter. I'm not entirely sure about this one. There will be more plot in the next chapter trust me. How is it then? Please Review. It will get darker as it goes on.
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