The Dark lord paced up and down his bedroom. The boy had been in there a rather excessive amount of time. Though he resisted checking up on Harry. That would smack as caring and he didn't want to give himself away just yet. He realised that Harry was pretty smart, so he'd be looking for the trap. But if he planned this right no one would be able to see it, especially not potter. Maybe Severus would, but Voldemort might tell him.

Finally the door opening fallowed by a cloud of vapour, Harry exited next, though stopped just outside of the door frame. He looked magnificent in Slytherin colors, Voldemort noted absently. It bothered him that he was attracted to Potter. Though it was known that he was gay, it bothered him slightly, still.

He was a little bit like Hitler, a muggle monster that tried to kill off what he didn't like. Half of them were like himself, most of the list was for things people were born with, things they couldn't change.

Voldemort discriminated against muggle- borns or half-bloods, while he was only of half blood himself. This was sort of the same thing only his discrimination with homosexuals was mixed deeply with self loathing. But never the less he was very discrete about it. No one but he knew of it. Who would have thought the dark lord so uncertain?

"You look excellent Mr. Potter, now would you care for something to fill your stomach?" Voldemort gestured to a table laden with food; the amount rivalled one house table at Hogwarts. Harry hesitated, "you do realise I won't be able to eat all this right?" Queried Harry, even feeling better as he did, there was no way one person could eat all that. Well maybe Ron could, but then again he wasn't Ron.

The dark lord laughed, "No of course not, just eat as much as you're able. The rest will go to the man eating hall for Diner. Which you will not be attending."

"Why not?" Harry asked; he'd stopped pilling food on his plate in favour of listening.

"Because that's where the death eaters eat," was the short and cold response.

"Will you be joining them?" Harry questioned, starting to eat. His mind wasn't really in the question; he just wanted to hear Voldemort talk. Though the response did catch his attention quite readily.

"it depends on what you do next, actually"

"hun," was all Harry said before stuffing a large piece of sausage into his mouth. He contemplated this new tidbit of information. He was important. Voldemort wanted to know what he was doing, monitoring him. Why else would he mater? He wanted Harry to join him. So he'd try and convert him. But while he's already confirmed that, no need to consider. But the question remained how? There was always the blackmail root, but Voldemort didn't know if he had anything of value.

He looked down at his plate in embarrassment even if Voldemort had yet to say anything. Harry could see it in his eyes that he remembered. Each and every time he looked at Harry, his brows lowered a quarter of an inch and his eyes lost some crimson sparkle. Harry would have almost called it sympathy or pity and would have been enrages. He didn't need anyone's pity, nor did he want it. But he was quite certain it was an act so he stayed silent.

Refilling his place for the second time Harry observed the Dark lord. He'd just been sitting at the table watching him eat, slightly unnerving.

His crimson eyes were as deep as ever. His nose-less face unreadable, all ten of his spidery fingers clenched together on the table. His black robes, with silver lining offset his white scalp. He radiated power and for some odd reason Harry felt seduction pouring off his as well. Harry stopped eating, thinking this through. Was Voldemort part creature? Incubus? Vampire? Veela even? Every book he'd read said 'half blood' wizard, no mention of anything else. Was he doing it subconsciously? Or maybe it was Harry's own attraction to him he was feeling. True Harry felt that Voldemort was attractive. His pale white hands that looked so innocent, never sun touched. With his full mouth and his broad shoulders, Voldemort was delicious.

Harry looked into Voldemort's eyes, which he found staring back at him. His eyes travelled down to the man's lips, they we're moving.

"Are you done?" those full tantalizing lips asked.

"Yes," Harry purred, still lost somewhere deep in his mind. The Dark lord, slightly taken back by the purr, nodded looking self-conscious under Harry's gaze and uncomfortable. It had been a while since anyone's gaze had been able to unnerve him, he wasn't used to it.

"Err... Well… then…" said the Dark lord, just to break the silence that had sprung up around them. Harry said nothing, preferring silence to mindless chatter, even after all these years.

"I shall take my leave then. The library is where ever you'd like it to be. Other then the library, bathroom and this room, you are completely cut off from the rest of the house. Snap your fingers and a house elf will appear, giving you anything you desire. I shall see you later." The dark lord stood after speaking and left through an open door he created.

A/n: hey, sorry it took so long to update and that this chapter is so short it's just I wanted to get something posted. XD. Now I have all your votes and I must thank everyone who reviewed and everyone how voted. However it is unavoidable that some people will be unhappy with my choice of slash's. I won't tell you who won, though their will only be slight Luscius action, but not a lot. Sorry for those of you that voted for it. obviously he's with Voldemort, but I won't be telling you if there's a triangle or if they're alone. Hopefully I can get the next update up soon. Term's just ended so I have no projects for a while which hopefully means more time for this, but I can't guarantee. Please REVIEW and check my other stories if you have time. Not that you wouldn't if you actually read all this. XD. REVIEW.