A/N: This happened to me, but I turned them down. He was a friend I've had for to long.
The New Year had started brilliantly. Yet a sit progressed Harry was in a pensive mood, barely noticing his lover. At present Harry was sitting across from Voldemort in their study. Staring blankly at the window.
"Do you remember how you first asked me out?" Harry asked idly. Voldemort nodded.
"Vaguely,"
"You were standing over me on day, one of the days where we had raided the ministry. You asked me as you lazily held your wand; what would you say if I asked you to be mine? At that moment, I was furious with you. I never wanted to see you again. Then I felt sick for the first time in years. I was so nervous. That one sentence turned our lives upside down. Yet my first thought was, why did you have to mess it up? Why did you have to ask me that?" Harry stopped for a moment and Voldemort waited for him to continue.
"Now that I think back, I liked you, but not how you dud me. I had nothing left for me in the Wizarding World. Only you, so I trusted you. I'm glad I did, I really am." Harry sighed a small smile playing on his lips.
"That's what's been on your mind this past week?"
"Yes, does it bother you?" Voldemort smirked slightly.
"NO not at all." He rose from his seat walking over to Harry, trailing his hand down his cheek. ":It just proves you're all mine." Harry just grinned.
"I sure am and anything that comes with me, right?" Harry asked, his eyes nervously meeting Voldemort's. He had to have a definite answer or it wouldn't happen.
"Yes Harry both of you," Voldemort's hand fell to Harry's stomach awkwardly.. Caressing the small lump that would soon be his – theirs he corrected himself. Harry sighed with relief before pulling Voldemort onto the couch and lying in his lap. The man's hand still on his stomach.
"I'm thankful that you are loyal to me, but I am fiercely possessive. Don't think for a moment I'll let you go."