"Ah Draco, how nice of you to join me." Voldemort said.

Malfoy looked up in shock, eyes widening as he stared at Voldemort. "M-my lord-"He stuttered, he must have wandered into his office by accident.

"Call me Tom. Do come in, take a seat." He smirked

Malfoy frowned as he searched the room for somewhere to sit, there was nothing in hear but a very large bookshelf, his desk and a large plush chair-the only one in the room which he was currently sitting on.

"Um, my-I mean uh Tom there's nowhere to sit."

"Nonsense." Voldemort grinned, reaching out and dragging Draco into his lap.

"My lord!" Draco screeched, fidgeting in his lap.

Voldemort closed his eyes and tilted his head back; he hadn't experienced anything like this in quite a while he had forgotten what if felt like to have a stirring in his loins and all the movement Draco was doing was not helping. He inwardly chuckled; at least he knew who he would be sleeping with first now all he had to do was work on Harry.

"Draco stop fidgeting." He commanded, he didn't want the boy to discover the erection he was sporting it would only scare him away, he wanted him to be consenting when they had sex, and hopefully the bond would take into account their age and give them a few more years instead of just the end of the month. Right now he had to just get them to trust him.

Harry had barley heard Malfoy scratch that Draco storm off it wasn't until an hour later when he finished his brooding thinking that he noticed he was gone, he got up looking for him in fear, he didn't trust Voldemort not to hurt him, he made his way to a closed door and yanked it open feeling his mouth drop in shock as he did so. There was Draco sitting on cuddled on Voldemort's lap asleep, while Voldemort worked around him writing on some official looking papers.

"What are you doing to him?" Harry shouted, reaching out for his wand frowning when he realized it wasn't there.

"As you can see I'm doing absolutely nothing, now please be quiet I have reason to assume that this is the most amount of sleep he has gotten in days." Voldemort said.

"Oh really maybe it's because he has to worry about you raping him in his sleep." Harry hissed.

"Sit boy. We need to talk."

Harry sat not because he was scared, but because he felt as though there would be dire consequences if he didn't listen after all he was Lord Voldemort.

"Obviously, this is something neither of us want, but unfortunately there is no way out of this and we are married so I suggest you get over whatever animosity you have and I'll get rid of mine and we can learn to coexist."

"Get over my animosity you murdered my parents."

"I don't regret it, but I will apologize for your loss. There is nothing I can do about that. I know it hurts but the only we thing we have to do is work to get past this."

Harry let out a sigh, Voldemort was right unfortunately there was no other way to get out of this since Dumbledore was obviously out of the case.

"Fine." Harry muttered.

Voldemort grinned making Harry inwardly cringe, "Please call me Tom."

It had taken one year and six months for Draco, Harry, and Tom to finally work out the complications in their relationship. Harry had not completely forgiven Tom for murdering his parents, therefore placing him in a emotionally abusive home, but had resigned himself to the fact that his parents where dead and that he needed to make choices based on what he wanted and not what his parents would have wanted. Tom had apologized for his actions and had agreed to incorporate some of Harry's ideas into his rule.

Which meant that he wouldn't just wipe out muggleborns or muggles since their population outnumbered there's, he'd just rule the wizarding world making a different set of guidelines for muggleborns, halfbloods, and halfbreeds. Draco Malfoy turned out had a lot of problems, while not necessarily abused by his parents, he was neglected of any affection, as a baby he had been force to wallow in his own feces until, one of the house elves were order to take care of him. As a result he grew up to be a rather insecure boy who was constantly seeking attention from anyone who would offer it to him. They were a rather dysfunctional bunch but together they were willing to make it work.

The bond had not forced them into sex, something they were not ready for, for which Tom was grateful, he didn't want to scare them off too early. He had honed their skills, teaching them new charms, curses, jinxes and hexes. Draco was a natural at mind charms, complicated curses, wandless magic, and offense attacks while Harry was a natural at transfiguration, healing charms, simple but deadly curses and defense attacks. Once a week they sparred with each other as a way to practice their skills and would continue to do so until Tom felt they were skilled enough.

What Tom hadn't told them was that he was secretly looking for way to kill Potter without harming himself in the process. He had no plans of living a happy life, once he had gotten to sleep with the boys he'd kill them. He might keep Draco as a pet if he was so inclined. In fact if he found a way to harm Potter without harming himself he'd keep Potter as a pet.

What Tom didn't know is that Draco and Harry weren't stupid. They knew Tom would eventually kill him and the two of them were plotting how to kill him before he killed them. They were also working on what do with Dumbledore. Even if Tom was dead there was no way Dumbledore would let them live after he tried to kill him.

It was a relationship based on lies all parties working on the assumptions that the other was oblivious.

"Today, I will be having a meeting you two will be allowed to come, whilst there neither of you are allowed to leave my side under any circumstances, as some of my followers lack self-control." Tom said, not looking up from the papers he was reading.

"Are you going to talk to them about my suggestions?" Harry asked lifting an eyebrow, it had been almost two years since he had been married and all three of them had learn to coexist it was strange to think that he was in a relationship with the man who had murdered his parents and the boy who had lived to make his school life hell, not to mention what he had learned about them, information he would have never imagined about their personal lives.

"Yes I will address them on your concerns you will also be able to tell them about it yourself, and assert your authority against the ones who I know will speak up."

"Are you going to tell them about us?" Draco asked lifting his head from Harry's lap.

"No, I don't trust my followers, not to exploit this relationship against us more specifically me, you two can still be seen in a relationship, I however will not be in it."

Harry nodded, this was to be expected, just because they were followers didn't exactly insure their loyalty and secrecy.

"I should warn you now; if any of your followers annoy me I will kill them." Draco stated.

"As expected, I give both of you permission to teach anyone who doesn't respect you a lesson." Tom grinned.

"Perfect." He grinned.

"That reminds me, you two will resume schooling at Hogwarts, in September."

Draco shot up in a flash falling off the chair or at least he would have were not for Harry's steady grip around his waist.

"You want us to go back? Dumbledore tried to kill us."

"I am aware of that; however he is of no threat to you anymore. I need you to take over Hogwarts from the inside, Draco you work on the Slytherins and Ravenclaws and Harry on the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors."

"After the meeting, I'll send you out for school supplies, and prepare a parting gift or two." Tom muttered.

"Gifts? What is it? I've been quite particular to unicorns lately." Draco said, before going off into a tirade of why he should get unicorns and anything else that caught his fancy.

Harry chuckled as Tom rolled his eyes, Draco was something else, and surprisingly he wouldn't want him any other way.