A/N-Hey again peoples. So here is the third chapter. If anyone has any requests or anything just put it in a review or whatever to let me know. I'm open to ideas lol. So this chapter kinda has slight angst near the end because it is Harry. Enjoy and review.

A few hours later, remote location in England on the way to Riddle Manor. Harry POV.

I was sat in a carriage with Tom. He'd been exceptionally nice despite his earlier bi-polarness in the classroom and had even conjured me some sweets and a glass of pumpkin juice for us both. The only bad thing I can point out is I'm sat on his lap and I have to wear a too big for me cloak of his so I'll be safe. The material was like silk against my skin but I felt swamped in the dark material. I also felt uncomfortable with what I was currently being witness to. I'd known he did these things but never witnessed them. Part of me was curious but I squashed that part down, roughly. One of his newest and younger followers sat across from us and was grovelling at his feet, asking for forgiveness.

"Sorry doesn't cut it ,Jones." He spat. I was almost shocked by the steel in his tone. The part of me he'd trained wanted Tom back, the Tom who smirked and sometimes even smiled at me or helped me on essays. Not Voldemort Tom who was cruel, a murderer and what I'd been raised to believe was the bad guy. Contrary to my thoughts I sat up straight but bowed my head in submissiveness.

"I'm sorry my lord. I didn't know he was yours, I swear!" The man sobbed. I buried my face deep into Tom's chest as he lifted his wand and pointed it. I didn't want to see this.

"What should I do, pet?" It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me and I shrugged, helplessly. His hand tightened painfully on my hip and I jumped in shock. Slight tears pooled in my eyes. It hurt. He was strong I knew that but the quick squeeze to my hip reminded me of that fact. Going back to the decision of what should happen to the unfortunate man: I knew nothing about me could be revealed not even my voice so I leaned to whisper into Tom's ear.

"Why do I have to decide? I don't know what to do! Don't make me choose."

He laughed darkly and turned me so I wasn't facing the side of the carriage but the man. He looked...pathetic in all honestly. Tears and snot streamed down his pale face and his watery rats eyes had turned puffy and red.

"It's another order."

"-Crucio-" I snapped in parseltongue. The least painful thing I could think of that would still satisfy Tom's possessiveness.

"Good choice."

Just before the spell was cast I tugged lightly on the front of Tom's robe signalling I wanted to hide my face and he pulled me closer, making it possible for me to do so. I muffled the mans screams with my hands. I almost screamed when I heard a thud against the window of the train. Don't be deadDon't be deadDon'tbedeadDon'tbedead...

"Looks like he passed out from the pain." Tom observed. Thank fuck for that. All of a sudden he flipped the hood back and hissed in my ear:

"That's what happens when anyone tries to touch you. Ever. Let alone parts of your body that aren't theirs and never have or will be. Do you see what happens, Hadrian?"

I shivered in fear at his tone. Sometimes I had to remind myself he was Voldemort's teenage self so he would be somewhat like his older self. But as pathetic and childish as it sounded I missed my Tom. His grip tightened until I was sure it would leave a bruise but he didn't seem to notice. When it got too much I cried out and clawed at his hand. Pain flooded my nerves.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

I shook my head and tried to pull his arm off of me. Finally he understood and loosened his death grip considerably.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I got so angry. You should have said." He breathed. Shakily I laid my head on his chest. I had to remind myself he wasn't the Dursleys and after an apology I wouldn't be hit even more.

"S'okay." I whispered.

"Why don't you go to sleep for a bit? We're half an hour away."

I shook my head. I was so not going to sleep. Not after that. What else would happen?

"Nocturna. Good night, little one." after that everything went blank. I hated when he did that...

I woke up to a dark room which was probably as large as the entire boys dormitory at Hogwarts if not more so. My eyes weren't blurred so I assumed Tom had left my glasses on but when I reached up to feel for them the crooked frame was gone. Maybe it was because I was in the dark? I shrugged it off and stumbled to my feet. I made my way out into the corridor. I felt dark tendrils curl around my ankles and shivered. Wherever I was it was freezing cold. I'd have to guess I was still in Europe then. Heavy, strong arms suddenly draped themselves around my waist, pulling me into a muscled chest. I instantly knew who it was.

"Tom let go!" I demanded.

"I'd be nice. Some of the guards wanted to play with you and I almost let them before I looked at you and remembered you're mine alone." I cringed at the sort of 'play' the guards would have in mind. Tom had never done anything but teasing touches and stuff like what had happened but some of the guards would have even gone as far as to do all sorts of disgusting things to my body.

"Thank you but I still want you to let me go." I gritted out. I felt his chest rumble slightly as he purred at the thanks.

"I also treated your eyesight, pet."

"Tell me what you want." I sighed, closing my eyes. He always wanted something, after all.

"A coffee." I was surprised. That was the most normal thing he'd asked of me in weeks! Quickly I used wandless magic to conjure a cup of steaming coffee just the way he liked it and held it for him. When he took the cup I went to move away but he held my fast.

"What now, Tommy?"

He ignored my teasing nickname and instead smirked.

"Well HARRY I want something else from you."

"And what would that be?"

"A kiss."

I openly gaped at him. A kiss? Was he serious? He wanted my first kiss? I shook my head violently. That wasn't happening. He laughed then let go of the cup, making it hover as both his arms slid around my waist again. A kiss was...something I couldn't do. He'd never tried to kiss me before or anything like that and I hoped it would stay that way.

"I want it and you can give me it. Surely you know where this is going."

I struggled weakly as he watched on in amusement. Dammit! Why did he always win!

"Unless... you've never kissed anyone or been kissed?"

I froze as my face went scarlet and I looked away to try and hide it.

"Too cute, little one. So I'll be your first kiss?"

"What makes you so sure?" I muttered sullenly "Even if it was my first what makes you think I would give it to you?"

"This."

A hand gripped the back of my neck gently as lips descended on mine. I fought confused and scared but a warning nip at my bottom lip stopped me. Tom lapped at my lips hungrily and I tried not to moan. His tongue slid in beside my own and gently flicked against mine, nudging, exploring my mouth. One of his hands snaked under my shirt, stroking up and down my side before slowly trailing up to my chest then back down before pushing slightly down the waistband of my jeans. Then to my surprise and horror I let out a low, husky moan. I suddenly pushed at his chest, roughly.

"What's wrong?" he asked as we broke apart. Confusion and lust burned in his eyes.

"N-nothing. I just want breakfast." I lied, not looking him in the eye. I pushed at the teenaged dark lords chest again but he gathered my wrists in one had and held them above us and his other arm rested on my waist.

"Tell me. I'll make it an order, Harry."

I struggled again and he let go slightly.

"Why did you pull away? And you moaned so you were obviously enjoying it." the grip on my wrists tightened. At the mention of that sound my struggles increased. This scenario reminded me of the first time we met in that cursed chamber. And just like then he was backing me into a corner now. He was still waiting for an answer.

"It's an order for you to tell me now."

I felt my magical core lash out at the reminder of the life debt/bargain.

"Because it made me feel like a wanton whore or prostitute,ok! Like your fucking personal whore you can call on whenever you need a warm body or a quick fuck or just someone to grope! It always does!" I screamed. I succeeded in pushing him away this time because he was shocked. Hurriedly I walked down the hall. I was expecting him to charge after me and a slap to my face for saying all of those things but when he didn't follow I slowed down slightly. Where had he gone? Was the biggest question on my mind. In the end I decided I'd find my way to the kitchen without him. I stormed through three or four different rooms before I came to the kitchen. I threw myself into a chair at the table and began to eat the pre-set meal. I stayed in there to avoid the angry noirette I was sure to encounter but I stayed in there for most of the day until just before lunch. Eventually I was roped into helping by an eager house elf reminding me of Dobby. I cooked and ate then chatted with the house elves a we cleaned. And still in all that time Tom didn't follow or come to look for me.