Disclaimer: like I could even afford to PRETEND to own this. So Sadly I do NOT own HArry Potter. Though it sure owns me.
Harry grinned as he flew, he loved flying; he loved it as much as he loved Tom…well almost. Harry sighed contently as his feet touched the ground, a sheen of sweet illuminating his face as the sun glared down at him. He didn't know how long he had been flying but he knew that it had been awhile since the sun was nowhere near where it had been when he came out. Harry set his broom against the wall as he made his way inside the manor. His thin hands lying on his stomach out of natural instinct; every time he caught himself he would smile, realizing that soon; they would have a child.
He hummed happily as he made his way through the halls getting himself lost on purpose so he could enjoy the silence and cool down a little. He liked the manor when there weren't any Death Eaters…especially Draco. The blonde was so annoying, just like his father. He would admit they were both great to look at, but once you got down to their personalities and habits, Harry was long gone…and Voldemort was with him.
There was something else; Voldemort was always trying to get him to call him 'Tom'. Telling Harry Voldemort was just a mouth full when he asked him why. Harry though didn't care, Voldemort was who he was in love with, and Tom was in the passed. Voldemort was his future and a name wouldn't change that.
"Harry?" The boy in question looked up sheepishly; speak of the devil.
"Voldemort!" He bounced over to the man.
"I told you to cease calling me that."
"I forgot why," Harry said lamely.
"Well I shall remind you for the umpteenth time. It's a mouth full…Tom is much easier to say."
"Well I don't love Tom." Harry said linking their arms,
"There has got to be a potion for your mood swings." Voldemort murmured causing Harry to look up questioningly.
"So you've said," He said loudly as if he was repeating himself for Harry so the younger could hear.
"And every time I mean it more, why don't you believe me?" 'Tom' stayed silent.
"Volllddeeemorrrttttttt," Harry whined dragging his feet to pull the man back. "Tell me why."
"I'm a monster Harry, why would you love the person that name comes from." Voldemort said suddenly as he whipped around to stare at Harry.
"I don't care, I've killed just as many people if not more then you. I enjoy torture. I love watching you as you kill the people undeserving of this world, and I love you, I don't care if you're a monster to everyone else. In my eyes you are Voldemort the man I fell in love with and the man I plan to be with when he rules the Wizarding world." Harry said truthfully as he looked Voldemort in the eyes. His hand coming up to run along the man's cheek as Voldemort leant into the caress.
"You can't mean that." He said weakly causing Harry to smile; he was the only one.
"I do, otherwise this," His hand rested on Voldemort's pulling their hands together to rest on his slightly swollen stomach, "wouldn't be possible." Voldemort smiled slightly, not knowing what to do. He looked at Harry silently for a moment before kissing him softly. You could never go wrong if you didn't know what to do in the first place. Though it seemed that was what Harry wanted because he smiled into the kiss letting his fingers trail into Voldemort's dark brown locks as he mewled softly.
::Amo te...:: Harry whispered as he hugged Voldemort tightly, breathing in the scent he had let himself be trapped within for the past years.
::Scio illud nunc, Harry, scio,:: Voldemort replied back as he hugged the boy, looking over his shoulder. They'd been living in the same house for over ten years, six of those years they had been lovers, and still were. Yet it was just now that he was realizing what Harry meant to him, and it hurt. To know both that he had let him get that far into his heart but also because he had been hurting the boy every time he told him something that contradicted what he thought of Voldemort. He hugged the younger tighter burying his face into his hair.
::Harry, amo te...::
Okay first of all Latin isn't my cup of tea...at all. I just thought it would be sweet if they spoke Latin Parseltongue. And I might use that Idea later in the story for something totally different.
But the bold sentences in order mean as below;
I love you...
I know that now, Harry, I know,
Harry I love you...
Yeah Corny I know XD but I thought it was cute while I was writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
But yeah, short senseless chapters ;; no plot once so ever.
Thank you Sadademort for your more awesome then my latin skills. lets you borrow Harry and Voldemort ;; THANK YOU AGAIN!!