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Delicious as Sin	By : PinkSunRise Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry awoke with a start, and he gasped trying to catch his breath. ‘Tom’ he thought ‘Tom Riddle’. Those talented fingers and that voracious mouth belonged to his enemy. The one he was fighting against, Voldemort. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He was now used to the throbbing pain that occupied the space between his eyes.

Yet he couldn’t get the image out of his mind of that beautiful boy with hair as dark as midnight, startling green eyes that twinkled mischievously, with lips most girls would envy and a mouth that could cause the sweetest pleasure.

He lied back down and he buried his face into the pillow. That’ s when the tears started. The leaked out of the corner of his eyes and they soon soaked his pillow. He sobbed quietly, silently wondering what he did for his life to turn out the way it always did. Eventually he cried himself to sleep.

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He felt fingers brush away the hair matted to his forehead.

"So pretty when you cry," A soft voice murmured into his ear.

"Nooo, not again." He cried weakly and turned to face the one haunting his nights and slowly consuming his days.

"Mmmm, like salted raindrops falling from your eyes leaving silver tracks down your sweet face. You would make heaven weep, my pet." The voice continued gently kissing his eyelids and then the tip of his nose.

"Tom," he whispered

"Yes, darling?"

"Stop, please. I—I can’t take much more of this. Why are you doing this? You hate me. Yo—" he choked down a sob "You killed my parents, you tried to kill me in the chamber of secrets, I can’t give myself to a killer."

"But now you’re all mine anyway aren’t you, kitten? I’m the only one that can understand your pain, I’m the only one that understands the agony that you go through everyday, I’m the only one that, if not forever than for a few minutes, can make you forget all your pain. If you give yourself to me, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you the world.”

"Tom, let me g— please, Tom."

"Never, my angel, never."

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He was shaken awake by a very distraught looking red head.

"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Ron shouted

"Uh—erg—‘m up."

"You were screaming. Was it another nightmare?" He asked looking sympathetic.

"Yeah, uh, another nightmare."

"Harry, normally I wouldn’t ask and I know I’m acting like Mione but you’ve missed like ten classes this week, you’re struggling with work, you didn’t even come to Quidditch practice!"

"Look, Ron, I know, but these dreams, I’ll be fine you know I’m just stressed."

For a moment Ron looked like he was about to continue with the interrogation but he enveloped Harry in his arms. Harry sighed, grateful for the contact and simple comfort. A year or two ago the gesture would have seemed too awkward but Ron understood Harry’s need for comfort and never asked questions.

"Harry, but you know you can talk to me."

"Thanks, Ron." Harry replied feigning a smile

"Let’s go down to the Great Hall and get some breakfast; Mione’s waiting for us."

"You go down and keep Mione company." Harry said winking and watched amused as Ron’s face flushed to match his hair. Harry knew of Ron’s attraction to Hermione and he encouraged it. "I’ll be down a bit." He said. Ron nodded and walked away. Harry sighed and plopped back down on his bed reaching for his glasses. He stood and wavered slightly on his feet as he made his way towards that bathroom. He scrutinized his appearance in the mirror and he did not like what he saw.

Everything Tom did to him in the dreams showed up on his body. He trailed his fingers experimentally over a patch of bruises on his chest and his thigh. He yanked his hand away as if burned when he felt a slight wave of desire. He growled and stormed out of the bathroom. He threw open his trunk and pulled on a robe. He grabbed his wand and ran his fingers through his hair as he made his way to Dumbledore’ s office. He came to the two gargoyles and racked his brain for types of candy.

"Chocolate Frogs," a silky voice from behind him purred. He turned to smack into Snape.

"Potter," he growled, "I suggest you watch where you’re going."

"Uh, sorry, Professor," he said as he dashed into Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore looked up from petting Fawkes and gave Harry a friendly smile.

"Lemon drop?

"No thank you, professor."

"Very well, what can I do for you?"

"I— I’m having dreams, professor."

"Severus please give me a min—"

"Umm, he can stay, I mean he knows so it’s—"

Dumbledore raised and eyebrow at Harry but never the less smiled and motioned for him to sit. Harry sank down in one of the chairs and glanced nervously at Snape. Harry watched as Dumbledore conjured a cup of tea for Snape.

"Umm, I already told Professor Snape, but I keep having these dreams and I can’t concentrate on anything! I mean it’s uh— someone trying to seduce me. Well it’s—"

"Harry, now I know—"

"Tom." Harry blurted out and sank back into his chair, covering his face with his hands "It’s Tom Riddle."

"Excuse me?"

"You’re having dreams about seducing Voldemort?" Snape asked incredulously. Under normal circumstances Harry would have burst into hysterical laughter watching Snape's eyebrows shoot towards his hairline but the whole ordeal was about him so he decided refrain. ' I am glad he wasn't drinking his tea,' he thought.

"No! I mean he’s giving me dreams and I don’t like them. He tries to— he tries to do a lot of things to me and I— Merlin, I don’t even know whether they’ re dreams or real! Everything that, well, he does shows up on me. I hate it every time I close my eyes, he’s there whispering promises into my ears, and I can’t take much more of it!"

"My boy, I do agree this is a rather delicate matter and perhaps a visit to the infirmary is in order. Severus, would you please take Harry down to Poppy?"

"Albus really—" Snape began.

Dumbledore glared at Snape, who sighed as he stood. He scowled and motioned for Harry to stand. Harry scrambled to his feet and walked towards the door.

They walked silently to the infirmary with Snape’s black robes swishing silently behind him. Harry pushed open the doors to infirmary with a determined look.

"Poppy, Mr. Potter has had some trouble sleeping."

Madame Pomfrey looked up from shushing a patient.

"Severus, really, keep your voice down."

Snape gave a glare that would have sent first years scuttling away, but Madame Pomfrey waved him away.

"I already gave him Dreamless Sleep, but it didn’t have an effect."

"I’ll take care of it," she said and Snape exited.

"So you’re having trouble sleeping, Harry?" she asked.

"Umm, yes."

"Here, lie down, and we’ll see what we can do."

Harry sat cautiously on the edge of a bed and glanced warily around the room. Madame Pomfrey returned with a tiny vial of purple liquid.

"Drink this and we’ll see if it works," she said.

Harry looked as though he was about to complain, but snatched the vial and downed it quickly. Madame Pomfrey gave him a disapproving look but pulled the covers up around him. He sighed and turned onto his side waiting for the potion to take effect. He rejoiced mentally that he hadn’t begun to dream.

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It was like molten fire spilling across the back of his eyes with the brightest golds and reds clouding his mind. He gasped as he felt the hands draw away.

"Still trying to get rid of me? Hmmm? What if I just stop now? And I disappeared what then, kitten?"

"No, please—" he gasped he felt his cock throb painfully almost purple with unfulfilled lust.

He felt it as the hands continued they’re ministrations. He felt a finger gently enter him and he howled.

"Shhh, relax."

He relaxed as a second finger entered him. It was like exploding colors streaking across the sky and iridescent glass shattering as it fell on the floor.

"Do you want me, Harry? Do you want to feel me inside of you?"

"Yesss." He hissed caught up in desire. He heard him chuckle in triumph, but it faded to the background as he lost himself when tremors of passion stripped him of his senses. He cried out with each thrust and the bittersweet lies Tom fed him let him tumble headfirst into ecstasy.

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