Warning: Slash (male/male)

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Chapter 11- Reconciliation

Harry growled mentally when he heard the knock on his door. He was currently curled up on the window seat reading a book he had gotten from the library, trying very hard not to think about the difficulties on the home front. His anger continued to rise as the person, probably Voldemort who he wanted to gut viscously, opened the door and walked in.

"Harry?"

Harry started and looked at an uncertain Draco standing in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"

Draco cleared his throat and pulled out a letter from his robe pocket. "I just got this by a very aggrieved Dark Lord who said his mate has been neglecting him."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "He did not say that."

Draco snorted and crossed the room to sit on the bed. "No, but that's what it sums up to."

Harry sighed. "So, I guess he called you over to get me to talk to him again, eh?"

Draco nodded. "And he also wants me to find out why it started in the first place."

Did you read this morning's paper?"

A pair of rolling eyes met this question. "Of course, I am a Death Eater myself after all…or at least unofficially." He quickly amended seeing Harry's glare. "What about it?"

Harry sighed again. "He got careless. If all of his followers are going to be that unloyal and spill all of his secrets, he's going to get hurt!"

Draco saw the anger and fear in his friend's eyes. Why was there fear? Then it dawned on him, "You're angry with him because you're worried about him!" The gray-eyes teen visibly saw Harry get his back up.

"No, I'm not! I'm just…just…" He snarled in frustration trying and failing to find the right words because what Draco said was true. He just hadn't wanted to admit it.

Draco sucked on a cheek and nodded. "Yep, I thought so. If you still saw the Dark Lord as your enemy you would have been throwing a celebration for the fact that now everyone believes you, but you didn't. In fact you look downright sad."

"So, I guess I have to talk to him about this…"

"Yep. He'll go nuts if you don't, bloody hell, he'll drive all of us nuts if you don't."

Harry managed a smile at that. "Are you leaving now?"

Draco sighed as he got to his feet. "Have to, my mom's making dinner tonight."

The green-eyed teen gained a confused expression. "You sound almost mournful."

"I am. This is her second time cooking on her own and the last one we had to bury…whatever she made, deep under ground."

This time Harry laughed and Draco left with a chuckle of his own.

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Voldemort waited anxiously in his study and looked up when he heard footsteps. Draco stopped, made a thumbs-up sign and continued on his way. His heart was in his throat by this time and he drained his glass of whiskey to keep it from going any farther.

Peeking into the hall he saw Draco turn the corner and leave. He looked the other way and saw the staircase leading to his and Harry's rooms. Thousands of thoughts were circling in his head by this time all of which didn't make him feel any braver. But that didn't stop him from climbing the stairs…

Harry instantly felt better the moment Voldemort stepped into the room. He looked away from the window and warily watched him come closer until he stopped a foot away.

"Are you going to talk to me again or am I going to have to spend tonight on the couch?" Voldemort asked, dryly.

Harry's eyes held amusement when he asked the Dark Lord to sit down next to him. That gave Voldemort hope.

"Guess I better get this over with." Harry mumbled and shifted to get a better view of his mate. "I'm sorry…for giving you the silent treatment, it's just that…" And Harry told him all of his fears and troubles. And that he cared for him and didn't want to see him harmed in any way, despite past events.

Voldemort, for his part, kept silent, hardly daring to believe his mate's words.

So, he really does care. Maybe even enough to love…

A fiery hunger filled him then, a hunger that could only be sated by the person sitting across from him. He knew know why this particular attack, this particular need to mate, was so strong. It was because his body knew his mate was ready and now it was up to him to coax Harry to the bed.

The Dark Lord leaned forward, gently cupping Harry's face with his hands, and kissed him, feeding the passion that burned within him into this green-eyed boy.

Harry was shocked at first, to be cut off from his apologetic spiel. Then he moaned and felt himself falling deeply into this kiss. Every part of him yearned for this, his dazed mind realized. It wanted to be held, kissed, touched, and caressed. Wanted to feel another's heartbeat drumming next to him. Wanted to feel only this person's heartbeat next to him, for Voldemort had treated him with more love and gentleness in the past month than anyone else.

He felt a growing hardness in his nether regions and barely even noticed it when Voldemort transferred them to the bed, sucking and nipping his neck as he did so.

Voldemort whispered into his ear, "You're ready." It wasn't a question.

Harry's heart leapt as he heard the Serpentine Language and he answered in kind, "Yes."

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WARNING: Next chapter contains a sex scene people. And that is all. Just a sex scene. If you don't like that then you can jump right ahead to the next chapter (ch: 13) You won't miss anything. I designed it especially for this purpose. So read the next chapter at your own risk, thank you.

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