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Author
Notes: Anyways...
I hope everyone enjoyed last chapter, and will like this chapter as well.
*sweatdrops* Now, I know some people have been complain the lack of
Voldemort/Harry interaction, or just a completely long scene concerning them...
So~ I decided to make this chapter with only V with H (And little bit of
Lucius)

Please enjoy this chapter!

Key:

�Blah� � Talking

�Blah� Talking

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Chapter Two: Stranger In A Strange� Bed?

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Voldemort
smirked at the surprised expression his servant was giving him from a far. It
was the exact look that Severus gave him a few moments ago.

Without
any sense of control, Voldemort released out a short, gleeful laugh.

"
Do you have any idea what you look like, Lucius?"

Lucius
blushed, and hid away his face as he turned his head to bury it in his own
shoulder. This was far beyond embarrassing for the servant... He couldn't believe
that he was staring at his Lord with lust just because the master used a simple
de-aging potion. With this sudden new change, he knew that he was going to have
a bit of a difficult time dealing with his hormonal issues as a man. A
homosexual man, at that.

Oh,
this was too amusing for Voldemort to pass. Was his servant really being
defeated by simple looks of a Dark Lord that only used the potion's magic to
bring himself back to the age of twenty?

Even
though... He was guaranteed the facial and body of a boy about Harry's
age; he could still use the minor setback of these looks to gain the teen's
attention.

"I'll
certainly need to have a little talk with the man who gave me this potion,
though."
Thought Voldemort, but still grinning from the inside about the blonde before
him.

Lucius,
still trying to hide away his flushed-over face from Voldemort, replied the
question without fail. "Yes, sir. I can only imagine what I look like at
the moment."

"
Good... Because you look absolutely hilarious."

The
older-looking male would have glared at that comment if it were any other man,
but since it was his Lord laughing at his expression; he decided to think
better out it. Even if the action boiled inside him.

Voldemort
would have tortured the servant for decades if he the chance and time to do so.
Yet, sadly, he didn't the time at all... And the chance he could have... But,
again, time was the keyword in not the 'not having' business.

He
would simply bother the poor man later on.

"Perhaps tomorrow." Voldemort nodded to his agreement,
but barely moving it so Lucius wouldn't recognize the movement.

Lucius
noticed the nodding, and practically gulped when he thought the worse. He only
hoped his master wouldn't do something too violent, or wicked. Lucius'
heart began to pound in fear for a brief second.

The
Dark Lord strolled across the room, meeting eye-to-eye with Lucius. He grinned
further when Lucius tried to back away from Voldemort.

Lucius
almost sighed with relief when Voldemort spoke his two last words to the
servant for the night.

"
Leave us."

"Oh,
thank god." Praised
the Malfoy. Who, at the moment, wasn't exactly being a Malfoy by praising a
god, and practically scaring himself of what his own Lord could have done to
him. Usually he liked the idea of being 'tortured' by his cruel master.

Lucius
blinked at this thought, then shook his head.

"
Yes sir," He continued, while hurriedly taking his leave,� I leave
now."

Voldemort
chuckled. Lucius always made him laugh for some sort of reason. He always
seemed to be so... Blonde. The stereotypic kind of blonde. The kind you often
don't see anymore, thank goodness.

He
walked across the bed to slip in next to Harry. Who, sound asleep, took up the
space on the ride side of the bed. He made himself comfortable by lying on his
side and propping is head on his hand.

Voldemort�s
fingers decided to brush away the fallen strings of hair that landed down on
his closed eyes.

He
smiled when Harry squirmed and mewed towards the almost affectionate touches.

Once
after a few good minutes of contented staring at the young wizard, he decided
to push himself up on Harry. He snuggled the dark haired teen's neck as he
sprawled himself on his stomach. This feeling of closeness was absolutely
heaven, in Voldemort's opinion.

Voldemort
barely even had a chance to close his eyes before he heard screaming on his
right.

Followed
after a quick shove and then a few forced scoots to the right.

This
action didn't worry as much as the horrible sound of thud, and breaking glass.

Voldemort's
ruby orbs shot open quickly then, and his limbs crawled to see what broke in
his bed-partner�s action.

There,
over on the edge of the bed, he saw Harry with his eyes tightly shut and his
body stiffened. Glass covered his whole frame.

He
amused over how ironically the pathetically small, wooden table didn't tip over
when Harry crashed into it.

While
Voldemort snorted out soft chuckles at the younger wizard, Harry wasn't in the
mood for humor. He couldn't believe he woke up next to some young looking man
that seemed to represent an old, but amazingly young looking enemy from second
year in Hogwarts, but he wasn�t quite sure. Yet, It was scary enough to wake up
next to a full-clothed man while he was only his T-shirt and under-garments
without worrying if it was his rival, or not.

He
almost flushed when he realized he freaked out a little bit too much. Since,
when he woke for the day, he screamed out like a high-pitched, first year
female student, then pushed himself away from the man with much force with his
weak limbs could possible do, and scooted away from him till he ended up on his
bum with glass of what looked like a cup covering his whole body.

Warm
heat surrounded his face when he pictured the stranger nuzzling his neck like
some sort of dog.

He
shook his head to rid of the side-thought. He didn't like contact of men's
flesh on his.

And
he certainly didn�t like men, in general.

He
couldn't truly debate on this topic as the man who cuddled him was
disconnecting his thought about his worries by staring down at him with
confused eyes.

Confused...
Blood-colored eyes.

Green
orbs blinked for a moment. Lungs sucked in a sharp intake of air.

"
Are you alright, little one?" The
concerned question wasn't answered verbally as the boy shook his head
side-to-side, letting loose pieces of glass flying a few inches away from his
unruly hair.

Voldemort
sighed in with annoyance, and conducted a cleaning charm to wipe away the
glass. He watched to see if the boy would move after all the glass was cleaned
up.

Harry
wouldn't move.

Sighing
again, he pushed up his weight with one arm, and kicked up his legs and lower
body to swoop down in front of Harry, and glared when the wizard tried to scoot
further into the wall that pressed against his backside.

"
I'm not here to hurt you," He assured," and you're cleaned from glass
now."

Harry
once more shook his head, and squeezed his legs tighter together. This indicated that maybe his charm didn't
get all the glass.

Voldemort
sneered," You're saying I didn't get all of it? Then let me see, kitten,
let me see the glass."

Harry
protested. He head ducked into his arms that held his legs together.

Voldemort
eyes narrowed even more. No one dared
to disobey his orders.

�
Okay. Fine then,� He said as he eyed the terrified child,� I�ll just have to
make you.�

Before
Harry could even protest with words, or even lift up his own head, Voldemort
did an unspeakable.

He
pried and shoved his hand between the boy�s legs. He grasped hold of Harry�s
bulge.

Harry
gasped.

Hands
tried to push away the intruder, but were defeated when another hand slapped
them away.

Voldemort
waited for a moment when Harry pressed his legs even, if possible, closer. He
tried to easy up the new sensation for the boy (It was only obvious that the
boy had never had another hand on his belongings before) by stroking it in a
slow pace. He grinned slightly when Harry�s legs began to part.

Hair
flew back as Harry threw back his head, bumping it on the black-colored wall.

Harry
fixed his frames on his face and blinked to ease his vision, but the damned
glasses were fogged over for some odd reason. It was revolting for him to ever
like this sort of attention from a stranger. He wanted to jump up, and punch
the man for touching his body in such a manner.

As
much as Harry�s light panting was pleasing, Voldemort needed to check for loose
glass. So, after watching the pleasured wizard frail and try to move away from
the hand that petted his crotch, he started to check for any clear
particles.

His
hand, just for good measures, kept stroking the clothed, now completely
aroused erection.

Stroke.

� I
am I right, there isn�t any glass left over from the cleaning charm.�

Stroke.

Harry
just whimpered at the information, not really caring about being corrected for
his mistake.

Then,
as he felt he was on the edge of total release, Voldemort stopped all actions,
and stood from the cramped space between the bed and table.

Voldemort
wiped his wet hand on his trousers,� You can get up now.� He informed.

Harry�s
eyes shot back at the man. He glared.

Voldemort
didn�t have a chance to ask what was wrong with his kitten when he was shoved
aside. He toppled over and fell onto his own bed.

Using
some of his strength, he pushed himself back up on his feet. Then raced down
the large hallway only to have heard a shudder and echo of a door being
slammed.

The
Dark Lord only stared at the door, and realizing it was one of the main
bathrooms in the Riddle Mansion. He blinked.

How
in the world could Harry know where the bathroom could have been?

He
couldn�t think of a proper answer for the question. So, instead, he waited for
Harry to come out of the restroom by sitting halfway cross-legged on the floor,
next to the door.

He
leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

He
didn�t have to wait for long.

The
door opened with a quick jolt, and stared down at him was a flushed, panting
Harry.

Voldemort
lifted up one eye-lid to look up at the child.

�
Nice that you finally came out,� He began, still staring with only eye,� I
thought you might take forever.�

Harry
froze.

�Does
he know?�

By
the stranger�s expression, he could only guess that he didn�t know. At this
conclusion, Harry let out an internal sigh of relief.

� I�
I-I�� Harry stuttered at first, but then regained ground, and straightened,�
I�m sorry I took so long.�

Voldemort
only shrugged,� It�s alright by me.� Then heaved from off of the floor.

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))

Both
walked the hall without a conversation, or even glancing each other.

Thoughts
swarmed Harry�s woozy mind. Reminding him of what the stranger had done a few
moments before.

He
trailed behind the older male as he kept toppling himself of the details of the
situation he was in. He couldn�t help but blush every time he remembered how
delicate the hand was when it� Touched him.

Harry
blinked when he realized how quickly they reached the room�s door.

Harry
took in air, and released it out with a quick sigh.

This
time was good as ever.

�
Sir��

Voldemort
opened the door to let Harry inside his room,� Hmm�?�

�
Who are you?�

Harry
turned to see that Voldemort had completely stopped in his tracks. It made him
wish he didn�t open his big mouth.

Voldemort
had quirked one side of his mouth. Harry slightly gulped, and stepped back from
the stranger.

� Oh
my kitten, how could you ever forget get your old enemy, such as me?�

At
first, Harry was utterly lost at what the man had had. But then his eyebrows
rose in realization.

Voldemort
nodded his head when he noticed Harry finally figured it out.

�That�s right Harry, I�m��

Harry
pointed his finger, and backed away from the figure before him.

�
Voldemort! You�re Voldemort!� Harry cried.

�Tom
Riddle.�

End Of Chapter 3

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