Voldemort fidgeted nervously. He was supposed to meet Harry today and go with him to buy new supplies. He certainly wouldn't let Harry run around in those awful rags he called robes. Harry would have to visit Cadmus to fix his eyesight too. He'd be damned if he let those hideous glasses hide Harry's beautiful eyes for another minute.

Finally, after waiting for what seemed like ages to Voldemort, Harry finally appeared, climbing out from the Slytherin portrait hole, looking a bit ruffled.

"Everything all right Harry? Ready to go? " Voldemort asked warmly.

" Professor, why are you getting me new supplies again? I don't think I need them." Harry told him.

Voldemort sighed. " Harry, you're my heir now. Of course you need to dress and behave like one."

Harry bristled in anger. So that was the reason .Voldemort was embarrassed of him. He didn't want his oh-so-precious reputation to be ruined with a ragged and dirty wizard as his heir. Well , SCREW VOLDEMORT AND HIS STUPID PRIDE!!! Harry wouldn't tolerate someone trying to mold him to be like those perfect, stuck up pureblood Slytherins.

Harry turned around and began to walk away, but a firm hand on his shoulder halted his movements. "Harry, wait ! I didn't mean it like that! Of course you're my heir but I really care about you and I want to give you the best I possibly can. I would never be embarrassed having you as my heir Harry. Never. I know this sounds unbelievable given my past treatment of you, but please Harry, give me another chance? "

Voldemort stared at Harry with such sincerity that Harry found his head nodding on its own.

Harry sat down on the couch at Pierre's stool. Voldemort was engaged in an enthusiastic discussion with famous designer and weaver Pierre, on whether green or red suited Harry better. Honestly, the wizard had already bought him an entire wardrobe and so many robes that Harry doubted he could wear them all in one year. His school robes were specifically made to order, and were made of the finest Acromantula-silk. The Slytherin crest on his sleeve was woven with genuine threads of pure emerald and silver, standing out vividly on his jet black robes. Voldemort was now ordering duelling robes for Harry, and was arguing with Pierres on the colour of his robes. Harry honestly couldn't care less. So long as they were decent, who cared whether they were bloody green or red? Duelling was a sport, a battle of strength and wits, not something to indulge in your vanity. Harry was sure the opponent could care less even if he showed wearing those flashy robes like Dumbledore.

Voldemort in the end gave in to Pierres, and let him make Harry's duelling robes in green. It brings out his eyes, Pierres had argued, and with that Voldemort caved. Initially Voldemort wanted Harry's robes in red, red symbolised courage and strength, and made the wearer looked grand. But he conceded, Harry would look magnificent in green, especially since they brought out his glowing emerald eyes.

"Are we done anytime soon?" Harry grumbled tiredly.

"Patience, Harry. Its all about making a good impression." Upon seeing Harry's look of disbelief, he hastily added, " Harry, this is something I would have to teach you about later on. Of course power matters the most in a duel, I'm not just a silly vain wizard let me tell you. But the aftermath of the duel matters as well too. When you're engaging in a battle that might go down in history, you need to make a grand and strong impression so that you gain more followers and more respect and admiration later on. Say, a photographer managed to take a picture of you. Surely you wouldn't want a picture of you dressed shabbily to be forever preserved as part of the Wizarding World's history? "

Harry just rolled his eyes. Vanity was still vanity.

After getting his eyesight permanently fixed with a potion from Cadmus's Apothecary, Harry walked beside Voldemort ,albeit shyly, as many people began to stare at him due to his enhanced beauty. Voldemort had immediately eviscerated Harry's glasses with relish, and now was walking beside him with a possessive arm around his shoulders, as he glared at god knows who.

Voldemort found himself feeling very jealous and possessive. Harry was his, and he would allow no one else to steal him away. Harry would look at him, and only him. He would kill anybody that dared to divery Harry's eyes away from him.

" Professor, I ...I mean I want...Just... Thanks. No one has ever bought me anything this nice before. " Harry said softly out of the blue. Voldemort's heart twisted painfully as he tried to imagine Harry all alone, with no presents on his birthday or on Christmas. Oh Harry....Only you could cause me this much pain with a simple sentence.

" Is there anything else you might need and have forgotten to mention? Or anything else that you would like? A second broom? More dragon-hide boots? More treats for Sephora?"

" Professor, you have already bought me more than enough." Harry intoned softly. He was still overwhelmed by the fact that someone had at least cared, he hoped, enough for him to spend good money on him to buy him expensive stuff and had pampered him. He found himself liking the attention perhaps a little too much.

" Harry, you don't have to be shy. I can afford anything you want and am willing to buy anything that might make the rest of your days in Hogwarts a little happier." Voldemort replied, smiling.

" Well.....may I get a new wand?" Harry requested. Unlike the other luxuries Voldemort bought him, a wand was actually something he needed. Perhaps those practicals wouldn't be so daunting after all.

" Of course Harry. But why would you need another wand? Have you damaged yours? Because if you have, it's better to have it fixed. A new wand might not match you magical core as well." Voldemort told him.

" No I haven't damaged it. My current want doesn't suit me at all. I got it in a second-hand shop. I didn't know wands were supposed to match a wizard's magical core hence mine doesn't work very well for me." Harry informed him.

Voldemort stopped. No wonder Harry did badly in practicals. Of course he wouldn't have known that about wands. He could do wandless magic after all. Well that wouldn't do. He would have to take him to Ollivander's right away. Even though he despised that queer Light wizard, he did make the best wands.

Harry and Voldemort exited Ollivander's shop with Harry's new wand in hand. Voldemort was ecstatic that the brother of his wand had picked Harry. It proved that Harry and him belonged together more than ever. A discreet cough and a warning glare immediately silenced Ollivander and prevented him from telling Harry that the wand that produced such a magnificent rain of golden sparks was the brother of Voldemort's. Good thing Ollivander had not blabbed to Harry about the fact that Magical Matches usually had similar wands or Voldemort would have blasted the queer wizard to the heavens for ruining his plans. Courting Harry would come at a later date. Right now, he had to establish a bond of trust between them. But Voldemort knew he could win Harry's heart sooner or later. Patience was something he prided himself for.

After their shopping was done, he had dinner with Harry at a VIP room reserved solely for him and his guests at Sabastien's steak house, a place for wealthy aristocrats. Harry was amazed by it all. Hogwarts food was nothing compared to this. No wonder the Slytherins complained all the time about the quality of food at Hogwarts. Harry, who grew up eating meagre meals, found Hogwarts food tasteful but of course the rich pureblood Slytherins who grew up eating delicious food like this would not be used to Hogwarts food cooked by the house elves. Harry noticed Voldemort watching him eat with a sad expression but Harry honestly could not bring himself to eat any slower. It was all new and wonderful to him. For dessert, Harry had his first taste of ice cream. The orphanage had been poor, and on the rare occasion the kids got taken out for ice cream, of course he-being an unwanted freak and abomination – was never invited along. He could feel himself burning with envy and jealousy whenever he heard the kids discussing what flavour they had tried. He could not understand why people hated him, an innocent child at that time. His hatred for Muggles had increased tenfold everytime they came back from one of their little outings. But although he hated Muggles, he wouldn't wish death on them , unlike Voldemort whom he suspected would love nothing more than to wipe out every single Muggle. A little pain and torture now and then was fine, so long as they had done something to hurt others. He would have to talk to Voldemort about this later on.

" Harry, why are you eating your sundae as though you have never eaten one before? Slow down child." Voldemort chided softly, bringing Harry out of his musings.

" I haven't." Harry told him and that was all it took to make Voldemort go silent for the rest of their meal.

After their meal, they rode a carriage back to Hogwarts and Voldemort was still silent as he walked Harry back to the Slytherin common room.

" Professor, please don't feel pity for me. I haven't eaten ice cream until today because I wanted to use all my spare money to buy as many books as possible. Severus of course doesn't know this inconsequential little detail. I chose to do so, so please don't feel sorry for me. " Harry spoke out loud.

Voldemort smiled a little. Oh how much he loved that lithe beautiful wizard in front of him! His Harry, ever trying to be brave despite his rough childhood....

" Goodnight Harry." Voldemort whispered and couldn't help himself from planting a kiss onto Harry's cheek, leaving Harry's heart wildly thumping.

Harry lay in bed at night, his mind replaying Voldemort's kiss over and over again. He furiously told himself, it was only a kiss on the bloody cheek ! However, his mind refused to stop thinking about it, and his heart refused to stop beating loudly.

Harry knew Voldemort was a master at seduction games, that was how he rose so quickly in fame and power and how he swayed some over to his side after all, but he couldn't help but be taken in. He knew that Voldemort took on lovers , one after another, or maybe even a few at one time. But, he couldn't bring himself to hate a man who showed affection like no other had done before to him , who made him feel genuinely happy and carefree for the first time in his life, and who had looked at him with such sincerity and passion in the depth of his ruby eyes.

As Harry, drifted off to sleep, he realised foggily that no matter how much he told himself he disliked Voldemort and reminded himself to be wary of him, perhaps his heart had forgiven Voldemort already.

When Harry woke up next morning, he found a letter on his bedside stand. He opened the envelope: it was a letter from Headmaster Dumbledore, inviting him to have tea with him in his office that afternoon.

Harry's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He had a feeling that the beginnings of a storm was brewing, and he was going to be caught up in the centre of it.

Hey guys!

Sorry for the long wait. Next chapter: Dumbledore makes an offer, and i figured i should probably speed up the romance between harry and Voldemort a little bit :P

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