Warning: Slash (male/male)

Disclaimer Notice: I own nothing you recognize.

Guide: "talking"/ thinking/ "parseltongue"

Chapter 13 – One Problem Solved

Harry woke to feeling protective arms firmly wrapped around his naked waist. It took him almost a full minute to figure out why he was naked and then it hit him, I had sex with the Dark Lord!

His heart was hammering in his chest as he tried to remember how everything started and realized that he hadn't put up any sort of fight at all. He was briefly annoyed with himself for not doing anything to prevent it and then remembered the intense pleasure he had experienced from that kind of attention. After thinking a little more he found that he would be quite ready and willing to do it again.

He also realized that he had to go to the bathroom. Getting there however, was turning into an impossible task because every time he made a move to leave Voldemort's arms tightened around him.

Finally, just when Harry thought he couldn't take anymore, the arms loosened and he was able to slip free.

After he took care of that urgent business he found that he yearned for something to cover his body. He knew he was being stupid, they had just made love after all, it wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other naked before. Still, he wasn't very comfortable walking around in nothing but skin.

Harry grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom to find Voldemort sitting up in bed giving his neck a massage.

Voldemort looked at Harry as he entered and motioned him to come back to bed. He did so tentatively. Voldemort rose an eyebrow at the towel tied around his mate's waist and asked, "Do you regret it?"

"No." Harry said quickly. "It's just…I feel…not right without clothes."

Voldemort smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed the top of his head. "I understand."

Harry liked this feeling of protection, of love, of affection. And never wanted it to end. But something urgent tugged at his mind and he needed to settle it.

"Voldemort, I – "

"Please, Harry. Call me Tom."

Harry started again, "Alright….Tom, I wanted to know if…if I could go back to school now…what with the bond completed and everything…" Harry wanted very much to run from the room at the look Voldemort gave him now.

"So," He spoke very quietly. "You still wish to be away from me? To go back to that wretched school?"

The green-eyed boy thought of what to do, what words could be said to calm the most feared wizard of all time.

"I love you, I love being here with you and I will never forget that you saved me from the Dursleys. But I need to go back, I want to see my friends again. I want to graduate from the finest magic school there is."

Voldemort growled. "You can study here, with me. I know many things that will never be taught in any classroom. And if you wish to see these friends of yours again, I can arrange that. They can come here and visit you…under my supervision, of course."

Harry began to plead. "Please, Tom. I don't ask much of you. Don't you want to see me happy?"

"Of course!"

"Then give me what I want! What I ask!"

Scarlet and emerald bore into each other, neither wanting to back down.

Voldemort knew how much his mate wanted this, he could feel it. But he didn't want Harry out of his sight. His feelings for him were stronger now than ever before. He did not want to let him go.

Scarlet eyes looked away, "Alright, you may go." Harry's eyes lit up. "However, until I find a way for you to visit me often I will relinquish my decision, understood?"

Harry nodded and kissed him deeply in thanks.

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So, how am I doing so far? I know this could be longer but it just seemed like a good place to end.

Next chap. Harry goes to school!