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Masculum Graviditate	By : ChibiAyane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 62391 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Beware of Harry/Fred/George lemon! And enjoy!

"Speech."
'Thoughts.'
"~Parseltongue.~"
Spells and potions.
+Chapter 3: Twins+
--Hogwarts Express, speeding towards Hogsmeade. Friday 5 January 1996.--
Harry sat in his compartment with Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, and were joined shortly thereafter by Lee Jordan and Neville Longbottom. Harry and the Weasley boys were telling Hermione all about their holiday, while she in turn told them about hers.
The rest of the Christmas holidays at Grimmauld Place had gone by fairly uneventfully. Beside the few drunken adults to deal with on New Year's, there was just the continued dreams about Voldemort and the happenstance of Molly and Ginny dragging Harry out shopping with them. He tried to tell them that he'd intended that they have a day to themselves and enjoy eachother's company, but they stood firm with the promise that if he didn't come with and buy himself some new clothes as well, then they were just going to spend their Christmas presents picking out clothes for him. So, he went with them and was able to get away with only bringing Snuffles and Remus as bodyguards. He knew there were a few other Order members lurking around keeping an eye on him as well, though. He really didn't mind giving his opinions to Ginny and Molly when they modeled clothes in front of the mirror, though they stopped asking after he kept telling them that everything looked lovely on them. Molly and Ginny each ended up with whole new wardrobes. Harry walked away with several new Wizarding robes, both for school and casual, that were spelled to grow in size as he did; a couple pairs of new shoes; and several new Muggle shirts and blue jeans, some that fit him perfectly and some that were a size bigger for when he went through his next growth spurt. Ginny even talked Harry into getting a new pair of glasses, doing away with those round wire rims and getting a new, more trendy pair. They were rectangular with a clear, smoky black plastic frame. Then, they even had the gall to drag him to a salon, where his hair was washed and trimmed (and stared at by the hair stylists because none of them could get his hair to behave, no matter what any of them did).
After a couple days, Harry had decided that buying the new Muggle clothes and new glasses was a bad idea, because the Twins didn't seem to be able to keep their eyes off of him once they saw him in clothes that fit right and showed him off. To Harry, it was a little unnerving, and flattering at the same time. The stares we was getting from the other students and the people on the platform were worse than they had been before; they didn't STOP staring now! He should have just stuck to Dudley's old cast offs.
After everyone had finished catching up with each other on the train, they went on to small talk and Hermione pulled out a huge book. Harry turned to stare out the window, watching the country go by. Most of everything he saw was covered with snow, the rest in the process of getting another coat of the fluttering white powder. Half way through the trip, the compartment door opened and they all turned to see who it was. Then the compartment was filled with the sound of groans of dismay.
"Heard you got new glasses, Potter!" Draco Malfoy said, almost jubilantly. "Finally done away with those disgusting round wire things? They did nothing to enhance that troll face of yours."
Harry sighed and met his gaze, snarky comment already on his tongue. "Is it part of your itinerary for every trip on the Express to come and bother me? Or is it just a coincidence that every time you seem to become overwhelmed with the sudden need to see my charming self?" he asked with a wink. Snickers went around the other occupants and Malfoy went red in the face. He didn't even respond, just stepped out, slammed the door, and left. Harry grinned with satisfaction as the others burst out laughing.
"That was perfect, Harry!" Ron wheezed between laughs.
"It was, wasn't it?" Harry asked rhetorically, then turned back to watching the snowy Scottish highlands go by.
Hermione smirked. "And I don't know what he was talking about, but you've always been fanciable, Harry," she said off-handedly, not even taking her eyes off her book.
Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Thanks, 'Mione!"
"You're welcome!" she replied and flipped the page.
"I wonder if his silent retreat has anything to do with the delicious visage that Harry presented to him upon his entrance?" Fred asked, sounding wistful. Harry's face started burning furiously.
"I'm not sure, Fred!" George answered.
"Now, that you mention it," Lee said, suddenly turning an observing eye on Harry. "He is looking rather dashing." Harry's red face darkened.
"Did you see the light blush on Malfoy's face before he left?" Fred asked.
"I think Harry might have gotten himself another obsessed fan," George said.
Harry couldn't help but grimace. "I really hope that isn't the case. Can you imagine if Malfoy suddenly started coming on to me?" Everyone else cringed and shivered.
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--Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, somewhere in Northern Scotland. First weeks of the second school semester. 1996.--
The weeks after the end of the winter holidays went by quickly and fairly well, even with all the detentions with Umbridge and all the staring coming from his classmates. Really, if Harry had known cleaning up his appearance would have this effect, he wouldn't have done it. Nothing awful happened, except for a failed date with Cho and a few more articles from Rita Skeeter. Harry didn't even want to think about the Occlumency lessons and all the effort he had to put in just to keep Snape from seeing his most recent dreams. And the dreams! They kept coming, becoming more vivid as time went on, always erotic and disturbing all at once.
On the upside, he'd gotten a little closer to Luna. He'd learned that she was an amazing singer and songwriter, and that she wanted to write and perform music in the future while moonlighting articles for the Quibbler. He'd found all this out when he had gone wandering after classes one Friday and decided to go to the Room of Requirement to maybe blow off some steam by making some dummies look like Umbridge and then blowing up their heads. But when he'd gotten to the seventh floor, the door was already there. He'd gone inside and found Luna sitting at a piano, playing and singing her heart out.
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'The looking glass, so shiny and new,

How quickly the glamour fades,

I start spinning, slipping out of time,

Was that the wrong draught to take?

You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up,

But will it ever be enough?

It's not enough.

Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl,

Frozen in the headlamps,

It seems I've made the final sacrifice.

We raise it up, this offering, we raise it up,

This is a gift, it comes with a price,

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Midas is king and he holds me so tight,

And turns me to gold in the sunlight.

I look around, but I can't find you,

If only I could see your face,

Instead of rushing towards the skyline,

I wish that I could just be brave,

I must become a lion hearted girl,

Ready for a fight,

Before I make the final sacrifice!

We raise it up, this offering, we raise it up,

This is a gift, it comes with a price,

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Midas is king and he holds me so tight,

And turns me to gold in the sunlight.

Raise it up, raise it up,

Raise it up, raise it up,

And in the spring I shed my skin,

And it blows away with the changing wind,

The waters turn from blue to red,

As towards the sky I offer it.

This is a gift, it comes with a price,

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Midas is king and he holds me so tight,

And turns me to gold in the sunlight.

This is a gift, it comes with a price,

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Midas is king and he holds me so tight,

And turns me to gold in the sunlight.

This is a gift, it comes with a price,

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Midas is king and he holds me so tight,

And turns me to gold in the sunlight.

This is a gift!'
As she finished singing, Harry had started to clap. The song was so amazing and Luna's voice was so beautiful - he had to clap! Though, he couldn't help but think that the lyrics were a little foreboding, especially coming from someone he had a hunch had Seer blood in her veins. The song reminded him of the war going on a bit too well. 'Maybe that's what she had in mind when she wrote it?' he'd thought, after he'd seen the hand drawn sheet music.
He'd startled her with his clapping, but when she saw who it was, she'd smiled a very fond smile at Harry and he smiled right back. "Did you write that all on your own?" he'd asked, coming over to look at the music closer.
"Yes," she'd said. "I've written this song just today."
Harry had looked at her incredulously. "You wrote a song like that in one day?!"
She'd nodded. "Yes, when the billywigs give me the inspiration, I've been known to write more than one song in a day."
"You've written other things?" he had asked, sitting on the piano bench beside her.
"Of course! I love writing and singing music. More than I like writing articles for Daddy's magazine."
After that, they'd chatted a little more about Luna's future, and Harry'd deflected questions about his own because he really didn't know what would happen with his future and he wasn't sure it would be worth making any plans when he'd almost certainly die sometime soon. Eventually, instead of blowing up Umbridge dummies to make himself feel better, Luna had started teaching him to play the piano. He'd gone along with it and found it fun and freeing. Though, not nearly as freeing as flying through the air chasing a snitch. And he thought he was pretty good at playing the piano, if anyone asked. Which Luna did, and she agreed that he was pretty good for a beginner.
He'd managed to coax her into performing one of her songs in front of the DA after they were done training one night. It wasn't the same song as before; she sang one that she called the Drumming Song. The applause and whistles from her friends and classmates actually had her blushing. The other girls seemed to really love the song, as they were the only ones that initially realized it was a love song. The boys felt stupid when the girls had to explain it to them in chastising voices. Harry was trying not to laugh the whole time his 'students' were debating if it was a love song or just a song about a crazy person who heard drums in their head. He wasn't sure how to feel about being the only boy who did notice it was a love song without it being explained to him.
"This is why boys are hopeless," Ginny had said, the other girls readily agreeing with her.
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The other upside (though Harry was still debating if it really was an upside), was that Fred and George had started openly showing their interest in Harry. They had surprised him one evening when they'd sort of kidnapped him from the corridor, while he was walking beside Ron and Hermione, dragged him into one of the hidden passageways behind one of the suits of armor, and then snogged the life out of him.
"Oy, George, shove off! It's my turn!" Fred had hissed and shoved his brother out of the way, breaking the kiss between George and Harry. Then Fred had kissed him, not even giving Harry a chance to argue that he wasn't sure they should be kissing him at all. George had just shrugged, gone up behind Harry and starting licking his neck and nibbling on his ears. Their hands had been all over the place, undoing buttons on his robes, slipping under his shirt, fondling his arse and other such places. Then the red-haired devils had left him there in the passageway with a hard-on, bruised lips and looking thoroughly debauched - cackling as they went. He thought maybe it had been revenge for him leaving them wondering if he was going to ask them to let him experiment.
When he had peeked out into the corridor again - hoping to be able to make a beeline to the nearest restroom without anyone noticing, and Harry had seen Ron and Hermione waiting for him, and he'd blushed as red as a tomato and ducked behind the suit of armor again to deal with his problem. Which was hard to do after he'd seen Hermione notice him peeking out and raised a knowing eyebrow at him, which meant she'd known what he was doing back there.
The Twins had cornered him a couple times after their DA lessons too, doing the same thing to him. It was like they were trying to wind him up into finally giving in. It was working. He was on a hair trigger at the slightest brush from the two twin demons, so much so that it was carrying over to whenever other boys touched him too.
Which brought him to his current situation.
They'd just finished another session with the DA and Harry asked the Twins to stay behind. The others left; Hermione, the last out, gave Harry a knowing smirk before she shut the door behind her. Of course, she would notice how jumpy he was whenever the Twins were around lately.
Once the door was closed, Harry started fidgeting as the Twins turned to look at him with a glint in their eyes.
"So, what did you want with us, dearest Harry?" George asked, smirking. He and Fred came up on either side of Harry and slung their arms around his shoulders, waiting expectantly for him to speak.
"Well, uh," he started. "I-I'm sure you know what I want already."
"Nope," Fred said.
"Doesn't work that way, Harry!" George continued.
"You have to say it!" they said together.
The Saviour of the Wizarding World blushed all the way up to his ears, but stayed silent. Until those hands on his shoulders started sliding down until eventually each cupping one of his arse cheeks, groping lazily. "Oh, sod it," he muttered to himself before speaking up. "Fuck me!" After those words came out of his mouth, he couldn't believe he'd said it and so, lowered his burning face into his hands, as he'd become accustomed to doing when embarrassed.
The two Weasleys grinned broadly and each took one of Harry's hands, pulling them away from his face, just as Harry winced when a sharp pain went through his head. But Harry forgot about it when it disappeared right away and he was faced with grinning Weasley Twins.
"We'd be delighted," Fred said, pulling Harry's glasses off with his other hand. George flicked his wand and Harry heard the tell tale 'click' of the door locking.
George then put one hand on Harry's cheek and turned his head to face him, leaning in and kissing Harry softly on the lips. Then they both shoved him backwards to land on one of the pouffes that were scattered around for their defense training. Fred and George plopped down beside him, both of them starting to remove his clothes. When Harry tried to reach up and undress one of the Twins, the other stopped him.
"No, you just lay there and let us do the work for now," George told him, as Fred rid him of his trainers and then quickly divested him of his trousers.
Soon, Harry was naked with his cock twitching, his whole body blushing. He watched the Twins stare at him hungrily for a few seconds, before they started tearing their own clothes off hurriedly. He even heard the sound of cloth ripping a few times. Then the Twins pounced on him, Fred and George both kissing, licking and biting every bit of Harry they could find, groping him here and there. Harry's heart started racing and he felt a dull almost unnoticeable pounding behind his eyes.
"Gods, you're sexy," Fred said in a husky tone. Harry's blush deepened and, when one of the Twins went for the prize and grabbed hold of his new fully erect member, a loud needy moan escaped him; he slapped a hand over his mouth with a horrified look in his eyes at the sound that he'd made.
"Yes, he is, isn't he?" George replied. When the rough hand on his cock started moving and the other twin moved Harry's hand away from his mouth only to cover it with a set of demanding lips and a probing tongue, Harry lost track of which twin was doing what. He allowed his hands to settle into the short flaming red hair of the twin that was kissing him, holding their mouths together. Harry melted into the kiss, trying to keep his hips still as the hand kept moving up and down. He vaguely noticed the twitching erections pressing against his thighs, when a set of teeth closed around one of his nipples, causing his back to arch and him to yelp into the mouth that was devouring his own.
Then both the mouth kissing him and the hand stroking him left him, Harry letting out a whimper of loss. That whimper turned into a long moan as one mouth latched onto his collarbone, sucking and biting it, marking it. Then another mouth was on his hard length, licking up the leaking essence and sucking him in. His hips stuttered a little, causing a set of hands to settle on his hips to hold him down. Harry moaned wantonly, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. He felt that mouth smile around him, the other one chuckling and moving to bite and suck at his nipples. He could feel his pleasure rising, heat coiling in his belly, his moans rising in pitch.
"Oh, fuck... I'm gonna," he wheezed, then his eyes shot open and he shouted in dismay when a hand closed around the base of his shaft, keeping him from release. "No! No, no, please! Please let me come!"
"Now, now, Harry!" Fred said, after pulling his mouth off of Harry's cock with a 'pop'. "Can't have you finishing without us!"
Harry only whimpered when Fred conjured a cock ring to put around Harry's angry red and needy member. Fred grabbed hold of Harry's wrists and yanked him forward, pulling him onto his lap, so he was straddling his thighs. He crashed his lips against Harry's, as George moved to sit behind the raven-haired imp, using a spell to cover his fingers in lube. He ran his wet fingers up and down Harry's crease and over his hole, making Harry moan against Fred's lips.
A finger slipped inside and pushed past the ring of muscle and Harry's breath hitched as he tensed. George left his finger there, gently turning it a little from side to side, waiting for Harry to relax again. Once he did, George pushed his finger in deeper, spreading the lube around, fucking his finger in and out slowly until he was able to move it freely. Then, he added another finger and Harry whimpered a little and tensed again. George brought his other hand up to rub comforting circles onto Harry's back. When his hand made contact with Harry's skin, Harry tensed even more and George paused, running his fingers over the pronounced ridge of what felt like a scar, but he couldn't see any scar on Harry's back. George shook himself, resolving to ask Harry about it afterward, and continued the movements of his fingers inside the younger wizard. Harry relaxed a little, moaning when the fingers starting scissoring his opening and forgetting about George touching his back.
Fred nibbled on Harry's lips, then pulled away and put his fingers into Harry's mouth. "Lick them," he ordered. Harry complied, keeping his eyes locked with Fred's, as he wrapped his tongue around Fred's fingers and laved them until they were wet with saliva. When they were sufficiently wet, he reluctantly pulled his fingers from Harry's wonderful mouth and reached down and around to finger himself, preparing his own hole. After another moment of stretching, Fred pulled his fingers out of himself and George pulled his out of Harry. George wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him back against his chest, grinding his erection against Harry bottom as he pulled him off of his brother's lap.
Fred smirked and turned around and lay face down on one of the pouffes with his arse in the air. Harry's skin turned a deeper red and his cock twitched at the sight. George helped Harry move forward to kneel behind Fred, guiding Harry's hands to grasp Fred's hips. Harry's scar tingled but he paid it no mind, so transfixed was he on the task before him.
Fred groaned in need, wriggling his arse a little. "Come on, Harry! Do it!" Harry licked his lips and lined himself up, pushing forward slowly, breaching Fred's body. They both moaned, George groaning from the sight.
George helped Harry start a slow steady pace, then sat back and watched for a minute with a devilish smirk on his face. Then he sat forward and grabbed hold of Harry's hips, holding him still while he was deep inside Fred.
"What?" Harry started with a confused tone. George bent Harry forward over his brother, then quickly but gently eased himself into that pink virgin hole. He let out a deep groan at the same time Harry let out a howl of pleasure and pain. Harry's breathing picked up and he tensed around the intrusion.
Fred reached for Harry's arms and brought them around his waist, holding them there and caressing them. "It's okay, Harry, just breathe. Breathe and let George take over," Fred told him with a breathy voice.
George started rubbing Harry's hips and sides gently. When he finally relaxed again, he pulled out slowly and then slammed back in, making both Harry and Fred moan loudly. "Rock your hips, Harry," George ordered huskily.
Harry wasn't sure what he meant, as it was his first time, so he tried an experimental rock forwards. When he got a loud moan out of both of them, he did it again. George started up again, starting a steady but hard rhythm.
"Oh, gods, yes, like that!" Fred moaned. "Angle it down a bit, Harry!" Harry did and hit Fred's prostate dead on, causing him to give a shout. That's when Fred started moving his own hips, fucking himself backwards onto Harry's cock, just as George finally found Harry's sweet spot. Harry screamed and let out a whine, stealing a hand between himself and Fred to get rid of the damn cock ring, but George stopped him.
"Wait for us, Harry!" George breathed. Harry whimpered and kept rocking his hips, as George kept plowing into him and Fred kept fucking himself on Harry's prick. It didn't take long, with how tight Harry was around George and how wanton Fred was moving. The Twins shouted as they came, Harry moaning just as George released the cock ring and they all exploded at the same time.
Fred collapsed forward onto the pouffe and Harry collapsed on top of him. George pulled out of Harry and flopped down beside his brother and the raven-haired wizard.
"I take it you've... done this before," Harry panted out, trying to catch his breath again. The Twins grinned evilly.
"Once or twice," George shrugged.
Harry smirked and heaved himself off of and out of Fred and plopped between the two devils. "Let me guess... Lee Jordan?"
The Twins chuckled and nodded. "Yes, Lee is such a whore," Fred said, smiling. He hesitated, then traded another evil grin with his brother.
"And so is Marcus Flint," they intoned together.
Harry's eyes bugged out. "Ew!" he shouted and buried his face against George's arm. "I did not need that mental image! How can you two stand to touch him, he's... so... ew!"
"He might not be a looker," George informed. "But he does have enough 'packed away' to make up for it!"
Harry snorted and blushed again, looking up at George with wry smirk. "You would let Flint bugger you just because he's got a huge cock, wouldn't you?"
"And a tight arse!" Fred chimed in. They all laughed at that, Harry shaking his head.
Harry sat up and looked at each twin, then reached for his pants. "That was fun."
"Indeed it was!" Fred said, taking Harry's pants from him and chucking them away. "But it's not over yet!" Harry raised an eyebrow. "It's my turn, now! Your arse is mine!" Harry flushed a deeper red.
"Okay," Harry said, smiling shyly.
"And!" George said, sitting up and putting his fingers to Harry's lips. "We have one more orifice to cherry pop!" Harry turned red all over and his eyes widened.
"Yes! We officially lay claim to all of your firsts!" Fred added, smirking. "Sexually, anyway."
"What makes you think I haven't done anything like this before?" Harry asked.
"Harry," George started.
"You blush too much for you to be anything but a virgin!" Fred finished. Harry nodded silently, as the red tinge in his cheeks burned furiously.
"Well, then!" George stated, laying back onto the pouffe, pulling Harry forward to hover over his hips. "Just do what Fred did to you earlier," he instructed, his voice going a lot deeper as he said it.
Harry bit his lip and nodded again, eyeing the rapidly returning erection. He actually couldn't believe how much he really wanted to put that thing in his mouth, even considering where it had been for the last twenty minutes. He swallowed thickly as his mouth started watering. He licked his lips and leaned down to lick over the red glistening head. He heard George draw a sharp breath and then moan when he wrapped his lips around it and started sucking, slowly taking as much of it in as he could. He moaned around the flesh tower when he felt the head of an exact copy press against his stretched and used hole. He whimpered and gagged around the cock in his mouth when Fred pushed himself deeper into Harry, letting out his own deep guttural groan. Harry experimented with swallowing George's length, and wrapping his tongue out it. He figured he was doing it right when he felt hands fist into his hair and George's hips jerked upward, making Harry gag again.
"Fuck!" George shouted, when Harry hollowed his cheeks. "Fred, back up a bit!"
Harry felt Fred pull out and tug him backward with him, as George sat up onto his knees in front of Harry.
"Keep doing what you've been doing, Harry, but I'm going to be the one moving this time," George told him, pressing his cock to Harry's lips.
Harry took it back into his mouth and George started moving his hips slowly, fucking Harry's mouth. Fred slammed himself back inside Harry and reached around to wrap a hand around the smaller wizard's cock, making Harry let out a whine. Fred and George mercilessly pounded into Harry, a hard pace that Harry found himself liking a lot. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, accompanied by soft pants and loud moans, until it was filled with the screams of completion and just a little choking on Harry's part when George's cum shot down his throat.
"Sorry about that, Harry," George told him panting. "It felt so good, I didn't think to warn you."
Harry shook his head, trying to get his coughing under control. "Don't do... that again...," he choked out, coughing between words.
"Oh! Again!" Fred exclaimed. "He says not to cum down his throat again. Like he's expecting a next time! He wants to do us again, George!" Harry blushed again, his coughing finally letting up.
"Well," Harry started shyly. "If you don't want to, then..."
"Oh, no!" George said. "Don't get us wrong, Harry. We'd very much like another piece of you!"
Harry smiled and blushed deeper. When his eyes started drooping, Harry shook himself and started collecting his clothes. "We'd better get back to Gryffindor Tower before we're missed."
The Twins nodded and the three of them started dressing themselves and quickly made their way out of the Room of Requirement. When they got back to the Tower, Harry was slightly dismayed to find Hermione waiting for him in the common room, especially with the smirk on her face and the pounding headache building behind his eyes. He and the Twins stopped just inside the door, looking very much like deer in headlights.
"So, how was it?" Hermione asked, knowingly. She winked at them and patted the seats beside her. "Tell me everything!" Harry went the shade of a pomegranate and reluctantly dragged his feet over to the couch Hermione was sitting on, the Twins following and also blushing, though not as obviously as Harry.
George completely forgot to ask Harry about his back.
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--Slytherin Castle, somewhere in Ireland. Same night.--
Voldemort. Was not happy. Not in the slightest. He'd discovered the mind link between himself and Harry Potter and had been lightly keeping tabs on his life since the beginning of the school year. He saw EVERYTHING those red-headed fiends did to something he now considered to be HIS. Or would be his, soon. Quite possibly sooner than he'd planned, as he thought of moving up his plans by a of couple months, just to get Harry away from any other suitors.
He currently was so enraged that his magic was crackling around him; the fire in the hearth had been suffocated by it, his eyes were crimson and he'd had Wormtail under the Cruciatus Curse for the last five minutes, since the waste of flesh came into the room without knocking. He barely heard his screams as he seethed that, not only had a couple of Weasleys touched HIS future consort but, they'd taken his virginity. And Harry had enjoyed it immensely.
The Dark Lord growled in frustration. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He wasn't even sure he could get the damn brat to cooperate enough to bear him children, much less bond with him. He might even be forced to kill him anyway. Potter could be particularly stubborn when it came to something he didn't want to do. He was certain he'd have to force Potter into bed with him, at least the first time. Though, he was looking forward to that. He liked it rough, and from what he'd seen going on with Potter and those Weasleys, he was sure the brat would like it too, though it would be much to his own shame.
Taking another ten minutes to calm himself a bit, the Dark Lord huffed out a sigh and finally released Wormtail from the curse. He stood and headed to his personal chambers, leaving the rat on the floor to twitch and drool. He'd have to contact Lucius in the morning, to tell him about the advance in plans.
TBC
Song lyrics are from "Rabbit Heart" by Florence and the Machine. I borrowed it because it seemed appropriate to Harry's and Luna's situations. I changed a few key words in the lyrics to keep it consistent with the old-fashioned Wizarding World.
The aforementioned "Drumming Song" is also by Florence and the Machine.
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