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Voldemort Goes Back To School	By : KisaraP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 38062 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Voldemort Goes Back To School

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 Begin:

A Run to the Top: Harry’s POV

Oh Fuck! What just happened? Harry thought to himself as he dashed towards Gryffindor Tower, away from the empty classroom and the boy he had left behind.

Evan. His name is Evan. I didn’t even freaking know his name until after we…I…did all of…t-that! Harry thought in dismay, his heart racing and his palms beginning to sweat.

As he rounded the corner, he had two more corners to turn before he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady; suddenly his feet froze.

Oh Merlin’s Beard! What if Ron and Hermione ask me what happened? Beginning to panic, Harry moved no further until he was certain he had planned out how to answer Hermione’s questions about where he had been, especially because she already knew he was going to talk to the new student.

Harry sometimes stretched the truth, but he never considered himself to be a liar. The thing was, he just couldn’t tell his friends what had happened, especially since he was still so confused himself! The whole point of following the new student was to find out why he had been staring at Harry, not to do anything else!

Harry knew that he shouldn’t have done… what he had done. Now – Oh Merlin – now Evan would think that he, Harry Potter, liked him back! Harry blanched at this very thought.

But I don’t like him back…right? So if I don’t like him back…then what I…just…did, had to just be a…test…to figure out what the new bloke’s feelings were about me! Yeah, that’s it! Harry thought desperately. He figured that if there was really nothing more to tell, then he wouldn’t be lying to his friends when he said nothing happened. And, to further drive home this point, he would…talk to Evan tomorrow and set the record straight…in every sense of the word.

Breathing a sigh of relief now that he knew what he was doing, and knew that he was still straight and that all he had done with Evan had just been…a…fluke? Yes a fluke! Harry began walking again. Now he was ready to present his friends with his… ‘it’ will be true tomorrow story.

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Plan B: Slyth’s POV:

After dinner, Voldemort and Draco found an empty classroom to discuss ‘Plan B’ for how to kill Harry Potter. After silencing and warding the door to prevent any unwanted guests or eavesdroppers, they both sat down to plot.

For once, Voldemort didn’t know how to start this ‘meeting’. If it had been a plan for a covert assassination, he could have started it. If it had been a plan to snatch Muggles and torture them during a Death Eater revel, he could have started it. But plotting to kill Harry Potter by first trying to… to snog him, amongst…other…things…went beyond the Dark Lord’s comfort zone. By miles. Countries even. By Merlin’s beard, even planets away! Just how had he gotten himself into this situation again?

Draco observed Evan’s listless demeanor as the latter stared blankly to the side at a random desk. The blond boy finally realized that although it was clearly Evan’s task to kill Potter, the boy seemed far too embarrassed to even start talking about their tentative plan, since he had not spoken a word since entering the room.

“Sooo… Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Had-Lived-But-Will-Die-By-Shagging…” Draco said abruptly, deciding to help him out.

Voldemort’s head snapped up sharply from where he had been zoning-out.

“Wh-what?! No! He won’t—I won’t, it—No!” Voldemort spluttered as he jumped to his feet. “I… I will kill Harry Potter!”

Draco bit his lip, doing his best not to laugh at Evan’s outburst and flaming face. “Yes, I think we established that you will at least try to kill Harry Potter. The question now, is how you’re going to do that. Since I’m a Death Eater now, loyal to the Dark Lord and his cause, I have taken it upon myself to help you form a plan to kill Saint-Potter. And if memory serves correctly, we discovered his present weakness: He Likes You.”

At that last bit, the Dark Lord inhaled sharply and held his breath, not on purpose, but because the mere memory of what had happened and what this Plan B would likely entail, drove the simple act of breathing right out of his mind.

As Evan’s face began to turn purple, Draco belatedly realized why. “Evan! Breathe! Breathe!” Draco shouted as he stood and slapped a hand against Evan’s back.

Voldemort took great inhales of breath, trying to steady himself. What by Grindelwald’s wand is wrong with me? It’s Harry Potter! The boy I’ve been planning to kill since before he was born! Nothing has changed. Get it together! If Draco ever finds out that I’m…well, Me, and I continue to… to behave like this… I’ll have to kill him too! The Dark Lord thought to himself.

“Ha, r-right. I just, right. Ok, a plan to kill Harry Potter.” And that was as far as the greatest Dark Lord in history got in his nefarious plans, before once again hitting the same impasse when he tried to get out his next words.

Draco let out an exasperated gust of air. He decided that he would have to take charge of this plan if they were ever going to succeed in killing Potter before the three of them graduated.

“Evan,” Draco spoke calmly, hoping to get the other boy to focus. “Looking at our schedules, we have double Potions and Transfiguration with the Gryffindors. We also see them at breakfast, lunch and dinner in the Great Hall. Well, unless Saint-Potter decides he needs his beauty rest and skips,” he added the last bit sarcastically.

“So, what I think you should do, is to see if Potter does the same thing he did in Potions. If he goes off by himself, follow him. Once you get him alone, just follow along with, well, whatever it is he wants to do. Then you have a choice. If you think he’s distracted enough, you can either 1. Kill him right then and there, or 2. Continue to, uh, entice him, and get him to trust you, and then you can get all sorts of valuable information for the Dark Lord,” Draco finished.

When Draco finished speaking, he had a slight flush to his own face, unable to stop thoughts of what exactly Evan could do to ‘entice’ Potter.

Staring silently up at Draco for what seemed like too long, Voldemort finally replied, “Ok, but what if he doesn’t go walking alone into… into unused empty classrooms by himself?”

Draco considered this. “Well, you could always leave class first. Make sure that Golden boy Potter follows you, and then just go inside an empty classroom and see if he joins you.”

“…And, uh, if he doesn’t follow me?” Voldemort pressed, hesitantly.

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly at Evan but smirked nevertheless. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll follow you, if those love-bites are anything to go by. But if he doesn’t…” Draco paused and leaned towards the other boy. “You could always undo the first few buttons of your robe in front of him, right before you walk into the empty classroom,” He finished, swallowing thickly as his eyes travelled down the buttons of Evan’s robe, recalling just how pale and smooth the dark-haired boy’s chest had looked earlier.

Voldemort felt a flash of what some might have considered borderline fear, before he squashed it ruthlessly. Dark Lords fear nothing… except Death… he thought to himself firmly.

“Right. So, we should, put your – uh, I mean our plan into action…” Voldemort trailed off, hoping to delay the inevitable as long as possible.

“Well, tomorrow should be good, right after Transfiguration mid-morning. There’s a little break before lunch. You can do it then,” Draco finished.

“T-tomorrow?!” Voldemort stuttered, his voice coming out seemingly an octave too high.

Biting the inside of his cheek so as not to laugh and frighten Evan anymore than he seemed to already be, Draco replied firmly, “Yes, Tomorrowww...” purposely drawing it out for Evan’s benefit as he turned and walked towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” Voldemort protested.

“Leaving. We’re done right? You know the plan, so let’s go back to the Dorms,” Draco replied.

“The plan. Yes, the plan to kill Harry Potter, right. Yes, let’s go back,” Voldemort answered, subconsciously trying to reassure himself as he rose to follow Draco back to the Slytherin dorms.

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Plan B in Motion: Gryff’s POV:

The next morning…

“He’s looking at you again!” Hermione whispered urgently into Harry’s ear as the trio sat down at a desk towards the back of their Transfiguration classroom. McGonagall was just taking her place at the front of the classroom to start her lesson.

Harry looked up sharply, meeting Evan’s wide blue eyes before both quickly turned away. “Er, yeah I guess so…” Harry replied uncomfortably.

“Tch, are you sure nothing happened yesterday?” Hermione asked.

When Harry had gotten back to the Gryffindor dorms after the ‘incident’ with Evan, Harry had been accosted by Hermione who pressed him for details. But, being uncomfortable with what had happened, Harry had claimed that they just talked for a bit, and that Evan was merely fascinated by ‘the famous Harry Potter’ and hadn’t meant to stare. He wasn’t sure if Hermione bought his story, but it was the best he could come up with, though he was sure his face had been on fire the entire time. Ron of course, didn’t think anything of it, because he hadn’t even been paying attention in Potions yesterday.

“Yeah, Hermione, I’m sure,” Harry replied firmly.

“But you were gone for such a long time…” Hermione trailed off, clearly puzzled.

Harry felt himself flush anew. “W-well, the dungeons are far away from the Great Hall, it, it took me a while to get back. And we were talking for a while,” he stuttered out.

“Really. I thought you said you just introduced yourselves and he gave his excuse for why he kept looking at you,” Hermione said slowly.

“Well, I uh, forgot to mention that we also talked about, er, Quidditch,” Harry justified. He hated lying to his friends, he almost never did – which is why he was so bad at it.

“Uh huh. So what’s his favorite team?” Hermione questioned with an intelligent smirk on her face.

“Errr…” Harry delayed.

“Alright class, please take out your books and turn to page thirty-three!” Professor McGonagall announced from the front of the room.

Harry let out a sigh of relief, slumping down in his seat a bit.

“Harry James Potter, don’t think for one second that I believe your story, because I don’t. If you don’t want to tell me what happened just yet, that’s fine, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t lie to me in the future,” Hermione replied, but then paused. “He’s not threatening you, is he?” She questioned worriedly.

“Wha- No! Hermione, just because he’s in Slytherin doesn’t mean he’s out to get me!” Harry reassured her.

“Who’s out to get you?” Ron suddenly questioned as he leaned forward across Hermione to talk to Harry who was on the other side of her.

Hermione shot him a look over her shoulder and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Apparently, no one, Ron.”

Hermione then turned back to Harry, “Just be careful, you still don’t know too much about him.”

Harry simply flushed again. He nodded briefly and buried his face in his book as he turned to page thirty-three. He’s not the only one I don’t know too much about, apparently. Harry thought to himself sardonically, breath catching as he looked up again to see Evan staring back at him, before they both turned back to their books.

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Plan B in Motion: Slyth’s POV:

“He’s looking back at you again!” Draco whispered into Evan’s ear, as he glanced back to look at Potter.

“Sshh, someone might hear you! And yes, I know!” the Dark Lord hissed into Draco’s ear.

The blond boy shivered slightly as Evan’s warm breath caressed his neck, albeit unintentionally. Burying the feeling, Draco continued even more softly, “So you’re still ok to go ahead with the plan at the end of class? It’ll be over soon.”

Voldemort hesitated, shooting another look back at Harry before answering Draco’s question. “I, uh, y-yes,” he cringed at his own inarticulacy as of late regarding all things related to Harry Potter.

All too soon, class ended, much to the Dark Lord’s horror, which was an absurd notion, because he should be looking forward to killing Harry Potter, not freaking out about the encounter that would ultimately lead to Harry Potter’s demise.

Draco rushed to stuff all his school things into his bag, and gestured for Evan to do the same. “Hurry up or you might miss him!” Draco hissed under his breath.

“Mmm,” Voldemort replied, keeping his mouth firmly closed, his teeth grinding slightly together for fear that something other than words might come out. He was unbelievably nervous. He shot another hesitant glance in Harry’s direction, only to see him already looking back. Voldemort tore his eyes away from Harry and met Draco’s grey-eyed gaze. “What?” Voldemort questioned.

Draco flushed slightly and shook his head. He then grabbed Evan’s arm firmly and dragged him out into the hallway. “Ok, this’s it. Let’s start walking towards the Slytherin dorms slowly and we’ll see if he branches off from his friends. If he does, I’ll make it seem like I’m whispering something to you and then I’ll take off at a faster place to the dorms and leave you behind so that you’ll be alone with Saint-Potter who will soon meet his end,” Draco spoke hurriedly while making sure no one else could hear as they proceeded slowly down the corridor.

“A-Alone?” Voldemort choked out as he brought a hand up to his throat, covering the marks that Harry had made the day before, forgetting that the glamour he had cast already concealed them from view.

Draco shot Evan a withering look. “Yes, alone! We already discussed this! It’s not as if I’m going to stay with you both and watch you suck each other’s face!” Draco responded, exasperated, but flushed as mental images came to his mind unbidden. He wondered just what Evan and Potter would look like snogging. Who would lead? Draco wondered before shaking his head slightly to bring himself back to the present task at hand – which was hard to do, because he knew what Evan looked like after being with Not-So-Saintly-Potter.

Draco then looked back over his shoulder, “Oh look! He’s coming this way! The other Gryffindorks are going the other way!”

Voldemort jerked his head to the side, only to witness exactly what Draco had stated: Harry Potter was following them. Oh by the Powers that Be, please let him be headed to detention! Or anywhere else but towards Me! The Dark Lord thought to himself with increasing panic.

“Ok Evan,” Draco whispered in his ear. “I’ll leave you here now, so slow down and wait for Potter to catch up! Remember, don’t strike unless he’s distracted! If he’s not distracted, then try to get into his good graces and get information out of him!”

“D-Distracted? Why would he be distracted if we’re a-alone together? Wouldn’t all his attention be, uh, focused on me?” Voldemort whispered back into Draco’s ear, suddenly doubting their plan.

“Tch! I don’t know!” Draco hissed back. “Just think of something!... Make, uh, make him hard!” He stuttered out.

And with that, the greatest Dark Lord of their time stopped dead in his tracks, face paling as he tried to get enough air into his lungs to keep from passing-out. This of course caused Draco’s hand to be yanked from his arm since the blond boy kept walking.

When Draco felt his grasp break from Evan’s arm, Draco spun around. Walking backwards, he called back to Evan loud enough for Potter to hear, “I’ll see you back at the common room!”

“W-wait! Draco, I… I changed my mind! D-don’t go! Don’t leave me here alone!” Voldemort pleaded.

The blond continued walking backwards away from Evan, but he couldn’t help but smirk at Evan’s endearingly panicked tone. “Too late now! Have fun!” Draco said before turning around and hurrying down the corridor, leaving Evan behind.

“No! Draco! Come back here!” Voldemort ordered with his remaining will. But alas, Draco didn’t realize that he was the Dark Lord, and so Draco simply ignored him and kept walking.

“Er, hi uh, Evan,” Voldemort heard Harry’s voice say behind him.

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What Happens with Plan B: HP & LV’s POV:

The Dark Lord froze for a moment before his Slytherin side woke up and remember that he was supposed to carry out a plan. “Oh! Uh…Hi Harry,” Voldemort replied awkwardly as he slowly turned around.

Coming face-to-face with Evan, Harry immediately questioned his own decision to try and clear things up with Evan. Reaching up a hand, Harry rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. “I, er, wanted to talk to you, er about, uh, yesterday. Do you have time now?”

Pleased that at least something was going right with his plan, Voldemort replied, “Sure Harry, where do you want to talk?”

Not previously considering a location for where they would talk, Harry responded, “Well, maybe we can find another empty classroom like last time.”

At this statement, both boys flushed as they simultaneously recalled what had happened the last time they were in an empty classroom together.

“Uhh, ok,” Voldemort replied again.

Taking a deep breath, Harry decided to set off down the corridor the same way Draco had gone. The classrooms towards the dungeons were usually always empty because they tended to get a bit too cold during the winter even despite the Heating Charms, so his best bet for finding an empty classroom lay that way. Looking behind him, he saw Evan following him silently. This was perfectly fine in Harry’s opinion, because he wouldn’t know what else to say to him in the open hallway. He especially didn’t want to risk saying something incriminating that someone else might be able to overhear.

Coming to a stop in front of a classroom he’d never been in before, Harry reached for the knob and turned it. Looking inside, he saw that no one was inside and saw that all the desks and chairs had been shoved to one side of the room. What he also saw, to his embarrassment, was a large velvety red couch in the center.

Harry stopped short in the doorway, partially blocking the room from Evan’s view. Would the Slytherin think that he had purposely picked this classroom because of the couch? The Gryffindor hoped not, since this was the first time he’d ever been in here! How was he supposed to have known that someone would put that kind of couch in the middle of a classroom?

Harry seriously considered backing out and trying to find another room, but he heard Evan’s quick intake of breath behind him, which strongly suggested that he had looked around Harry and had seen the couch and inevitably thought of its implications.

Harry cleared his throat, “Er, it’s just to talk, and I’ve never been in here before, so er, this should be fine, right?” He inwardly groaned at how awful that sounded.

Voldemort remained speechless, his eyes were fixated on the red couch. All he could think about was Draco’s last advice to him about how he could ‘distract’ Harry: ‘Make him hard!’ The Dark Lord flushed, breathing hard, before he realized he was supposed to give Harry an answer, “R-Right, fine, it’s fine.”

Harry hesitated only a moment longer before stepping further into the room. Eyes swinging between the desks and the couch, Harry immediately paused again in thought. Would it be better to sit on the desks that are piled together or would it be better to sit on the couch? What would Evan think if we sat on the couch? Would he think that I want to do, er ‘stuff’? Would he think that I’m some kind of weird prude if I sit on the desks? What if something does happen if we sit on the couch? Oh Merlin!

Grasping at the wisps of Gryffindor courage that almost eluded him, Harry shakily made himself walk forward towards the red couch. He slowly sat down on the right side, as far as possible from the left side, where he hoped that Evan would sit.

Observing how nervous Harry looked gave Voldemort the boost of confidence he needed. He, much more calmly than Harry, followed him into the room. Unfortunately for the Gryffindor, the Dark Lord’s extra confidence also brought back his resolve to follow through with his and Draco’s plan to kill Harry Potter and get as much information out of him in the process. Hence, instead of sitting to the far left side, Voldemort sat directly in the middle, his knee a mere hands-width away from Harry’s.

“So, what exactly did you want to talk about regarding yesterday?” Voldemort asked, trying to sound confident.

Taken aback a bit by Evan’s new boldness, Harry was caught off guard, “Er, right, um yesterday, haha…” Harry paused, took a deep breath and spouted off the first thing that popped into his head, “I’m not gay!”

Complete silence descended upon the room, blanketing them in an airless, suffocating mass of awkwardness.

Voldemort was shocked. Out of all the things Harry could have said, this was it? Here he thought the Gryffindor would want to talk about the things they had done, or maybe talk about a… relationship… but this? And after he and Draco had planned for him to… court Harry and wring valuable information out of him and then when he was good for no more, to at long last take great pleasure in sending him to the grave to meet his long-dead parents! Yet here, once again, Harry Potter was foiling his perfectly crafted plans! Well, he was sick of it! Not this time Harry! Voldemort seethed to himself as he desperately tried to salvage the plan.

Then, the Dark Lord immediately remembered what Draco had said.

“Ohh, really? That’s too bad. Are you sure?” Voldemort replied as sweetly as a mass murderer could manage, forcing his right hand to reach out and touch Harry’s right knee.

Voldemort suppressed a smirk as he felt Harry’s knee jerk slightly at the touch and heard his sharp intake of breath.

“I…er, yeah…I like… I like girls,” Harry stuttered out, shocked and distracted by Evan’s hand on his knee.

Thinking quickly, Voldemort responded, “Well, I’ve heard that some people… can like both men and women.”

Harry hesitated. He had heard that such a thing was possible, but he didn’t know how common that was. He had liked girls in the past, well mostly Cho Chang, which had ended badly, and never really started to be honest. But now, he wasn’t so sure. Yesterday was supposed to have been about figuring out whether Evan ‘like liked’ him. Obviously, Harry had discovered the answer to that question yesterday and now Evan was clearly reaffirming it today.

“Umm… well, I…er, s-some people might like, er both… but I…I’m pretty sure that I only like girls,” Harry stated, only marginally firmer this time.

This frustrated the Dark Lord. Harry was still resisting his carefully laid plans! This called for drastic measures!

“Hmm, well, there are… ways we could find out for sure,” Voldemort said softly as he shifted his hand and slowly began to rub circles with his thumb along the inside of Harry’s knee.

Harry gasped at the sensations from Evan’s soft caress. He hadn’t thought that the knee was a particularly sensitive place, but he had never been touched there before. Evan’s continued caresses were making it difficult to think. “…Th-There are?” Harry let out in a gust, breathing a bit heavily.

Gauging Harry’s reaction, though vastly uncomfortable himself, Voldemort was pleased to see his plan might be salvageable after all. Swallowing thickly, he leaned forward. “Yes, indeed,” he whispered into Harry’s ear as he continued to rub circles along the inside of Harry’s leg, sliding his hand up higher along the inside of Harry’s thigh as he did so.

Harry groaned involuntarily, shocking both himself and Voldemort with how sensitive he was to what was being done to him.

Feeling empowered by Harry’s response, before Harry had a chance to gather his thoughts, Voldemort pressed on. “I… can tell that you…like this,” Voldemort said, his voice much huskier than he intended. Using his other hand to tug Harry’s robe up, Voldemort slowly slid his hand all the way up along the inside of Harry’s trouser-clothed thigh. Upon hearing Harry gasp again, Voldemort began to slide two fingers teasingly in the crease between Harry’s thigh and hip.

“Uuunnhh, ahhh, E-Evan,” Harry moaned as his hips flexed when he felt how close Evan’s hand was to his now hardening length.

A wave of heat washed through Voldemort as he heard and saw what his teasing was doing to his enemy. It was the most intoxicating power high he had ever felt. He wanted to see more. He continued to stroke up and down the crease between Harry’s thigh and hip, but then also began circling his thumb even closer to Harry’s hardening shaft.

“Nnnhhaa, Ev-Evan, pleaseee,” Harry begged, not knowing exactly what it was he was begging for. All he knew was that no one had ever made him feel this good and he wanted even more.

Hearing Harry’s pleas drew a sharp intake of breath from the Dark Lord. Feeling Harry’s hips flex beneath his stroking hand and seeing the evidence pressed against Harry’s robes wrought a shock of arousal in the Dark Lord, pulling an unexpected soft moan from him.

The Dark Lord was stunned, and ceased all motion once he realized that he was actually enjoying seeing and hearing Harry’s reactions to his teasing fingers and that he was becoming hard just from Harry’s reactions to him and the knowledge that he was the one responsible for them.

And that is when Plan B Firebolted out the window.

Voldemort recoiled from Harry as if he had been burnt. The plan was supposed to have been to seduce and court Harry Potter and get information from him before killing him! The plan did not also include being seduced by Harry Potter in turn!

Beginning to panic, the Dark Lord quickly began to think of ways to get out of this situation, regroup and form a new plan…after he crucio’d Draco.

However, the Dark Lord was not as fast as the boy-who-lived.

Seeing that Evan had withdrawn to sit back against the couch, Harry figured that Evan was simply trying to prove his point: That it was possible to like both men and women. Harry thought that now that Evan had gotten Harry ‘interested’, that Evan wanted him to fully realize that simple truth by making him take the initiative to – well, to take what it was he wanted.

Harry took another moment to decide how best to do that.

After having decided, Harry chuckled breathlessly at the thought of what he was about to try and do. Harry shifted closer to the other boy and then threw one leg over the other’s lap such that Harry was straddling him. “Hah, ok, I think… hah, that you’ve made your point,” Harry whispered huskily into Evan’s ear before lowering himself to press flush against Evan’s lap.

“Sssttt! H-Harry!” Shocked by Harry’s actions, Voldemort gasped in surprise when his body…well his potion-created-body, naturally thrust forward against Harry’s cock, unconsciously grabbing his hips and pulling him down to increase the pressure.

“Uuuunnnhhh, E-Evan… this…uhhhnn, you, feel… so, ahhh, good,” Harry gasped out as he experimentally began thrusting his hips down and into Evan’s, discovering a rhythm that felt good as their cocks rubbed against each other.

“Nnnnuuuhhh, I… hhuhhnn… can’t…believe… that this… this is… ahhhhnnn, happening…,” the Dark Lord voiced breathlessly as he gripped Harry’s hips more firmly as their rhythm began to increase. With the small part of his rational mind that remained, he couldn’t believe he was letting Harry do this to him, but after existing for over a decade without a body, and getting it back only fairly recently, trying to control the bodily urges that presently ripped through him was impossible.

Too overcome with pleasure to form a coherent sentence, Harry instead responded by dipping his head forward to the junction between Evan’s shoulder and neck, slowly sliding his tongue along the pale skin to see how Evan would react.

“Ha-Harry!” Voldemort gasped at the additional stimulation, clenching his fingers into Harry’s hips as he began thrusting erratically up into him.

Feeling that he was going to come very soon with the rhythm Evan was setting, Harry pressed his mouth firmly against the other boy’s shoulder and began sucking, hard, drawing the skin there into his mouth. Harry was fairly sure that it would leave a mark.

“Sssssttt! Harry!” Voldemort moaned, “Nnnnuuu, you’ll, uhhh,” trying to force himself to tell Harry to stop, even though he didn’t know if he could actually stop himself. But Voldemort was certain that if he didn’t stop this, he would find his release as a result of the willing ministrations of Harry Potter. This would change their relationship in Voldemort’s mind, forever.

“Nnnhhh, sooo… uuunnnhh, so….good,” Harry gasped against Evan’s shoulder as he felt his climax approach, thrusting erratically against Evan.

Voldemort’s grip around Harry’s hips tightened as the boy’s continued grinding movements against him pushed him to the brink of release, “H-Harry, I… I’m going to… if you keep… H-Harry… unnnhhhh!”

“Uuhhh, yea-yeah… Evan… me…uhhh, t-… Ev-Evan!” Harry moaned his release brought on by the hard repeated thrusts of the boy under him.

This was the first time Harry had ever experienced mutually driven release.

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