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Pretty parseltongue - new chapter added	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 88995 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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I hadn’t planned on continuing this story but I kept thinking about it and it’s breaking my writers block lol ;-)
The coolness of the chamber seeped into his naked flesh and Harry shivered at the sensation. The blindfold over his eyes heightening his other senses, he could hear the flames flickering in the torches that illuminated the dungeon room. The scent of melting wax evading his nostrils, he tried to take a calming breath but his heart thundered loudly in his ears. Another scent filled his senses, rich with a hint of spice and it made him lick his dry lips. A soft exhale drifting over his skin and Harry shivered a delicious sensation that travelled along the length of his spine to the tips of his toes. Its path setting his nerves on fire and his blood rushed south at the myriad of vibrations that bombarded him. A new scent in the air and Harry’s skin heated with embarrassment as his pre-come permeated the air around him.
“Pleassssse.” The word hissed and unrecognisable as English.
Harry could feel the air surrounding him change, his skin hypersensitive to the temperature variation as someone ran a hand along his flesh without touching him. He let a whimper slip from his lips and the hand froze. Harry jumped as he felt the tip of a finger gather the dribble of fluid from the end of his rigid cock. His lips suddenly moistened and Harry licked the taste of himself from his own lips. Harry moaned at the taste teasing his taste buds and his head went back as he arched his spine at the quick wet flick he felt over the slit of his shaft. A murmur of appreciation filled his ears as he struggled not to scream out loud with need. Another flick, longer this time and Harry knew that the tip of the questing tongue was lapping the freely flowing pre-come.
“More…pleasssse” Harry’s words were breathless obviously pleasing his tormentor, the head of his cock engulfed in hot wet heat, the tongue mapping every glorious inch of Harry’s length. Whimpering with disappointment as the mouth pulled off with a wet pop, Harry opened his mouth to encourage the mouth back unravelling into a shout of shock as he felt his entrance probed by the teasing agile tongue.
“Harry?... Harry?” Hermione’s voice cut through his daydreaming and Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts and licking his dry lips, the noise of the Great Hall filling his ears.
“Yes?” he sighed looking at her worried eyes, the concern mirrored by Ron as they both looked at him and Harry steeled himself for another well-meaning chat.
“Mate, are you ok?” Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Hermione shot him an frustrated look which caused his red headed friend to blush, “You’ve been really quiet lately…you know since…”
Harry knew that his friend was going to refer to the argument that they had just over two weeks ago, the argument that had changed his life forever. That night…that glorious night when Harry’s eyes had been opened to a new world. A new world full of so many possibilities, lust filled possibilities, he felt his cock twitch under his robes and he took a deep breath before looking at his sheepish friends.
“I’m ok,” he hoped his smile reassured them but judging by the unconvinced looks on their faces he hadn’t succeeded, “I’ve had a lot to think about,” he rubbed his scar absently and a soft shiver of arousal ran down his spine making him tense, Ron misread his actions and looked worried again, “I realised some things that night.”
Oh yeah I realised some things…right about the time I gave my virginity to Voldemort.
Harry keened at the feeling of the rigid shaft filling him so perfectly, his body stretching to accept the thick girth as it breached his flesh. He could almost feel the pulse of blood inside Voldemort’s cock as it rested deep inside him.
“Harry?” he opened his eyes and offered them a smile.
“I’m ok…honestly.”
They seemed to accept his assurances and went back to their breakfasts, but Harry noticed that Hermione kept giving him looks from the corner of her eye. He tried to concentrate on the conversations around him but found he no longer felt interested in what felt like childish talk. The worries of his friends washed over him as he cast an eye at the teachers table. His gaze drawn to Professor Snape and he smirked at the memory of watching the professor debasing young Malfoy. Dark eyes suddenly met his stare and Harry refused to lower his eyes, the potion master allowing a brief look of shock to grace his features.
Oh how I wish you would read my mind now.
Harry smiled and Snape glowered at his laughing grin, Harry slowly and with much deliberation turned his gaze to look at Malfoy before turning back with a hint of challenge. Snape nearly dropped his goblet at the clear message in Harry’s look. Harry giggled slightly earning a strange look from Hermione and he quickly focused his eyes in another direction.
“Harry, are you coming to Hogsmeade?” Ron asked, everyone bustling around and talking about the Christmas gifts they were going to buy. Harry felt the melancholy feeling threatening to overcome him.
“No, I’m going to stay,” he tried to smile, “I’ve already finished my shopping so I might just go for a walk.”
“I can stay with you if you like?” Ginny piped up from the table and Harry almost grimaced at the simpering tone. He schooled his face in what he hoped was a soft appreciative smile.
“Ginny, thank you but I just need a bit of time to myself.” he rubbed his scar and looked pained even though since that night he had not felt even a twinge.
Everyone looked at him with sympathy and Ginny became all misty eyed, looking at him like he was so brave.
“Ok I understand but if you need anyone to talk to I’m always here for you.”
He nodded and fought the urge not to roll his eyes at the sentiments that the table were all agreeing with, there was an underlying annoyance that Harry could feel building inside him. He sat staring at his plate as his friends gradually all left the table, his thoughts filled with those deep red eyes that had lately haunted his dreams.
He found himself almost on autopilot grabbing his heavy robes, gloves and scarf. He nodded to people without really seeing them as he slowly walked towards the lake and his steaming breath in the air. The water tranquil and snowflakes lazily fell from the sky , catching on Harry’s eyelashes and he felt his heart ache.
“My Harry.” The soft voice with a hint of hissing filled his ears and he quickly turned to take in the sight of a smiling Voldemort. The air charged with a strange type of electricity, Harry could feel his skins goose bump and his heart skipped a beat. Harry’s fingers traced the shape of the serpent pendant that caressed his skin.
“I didn’t call you?” Voldemort smiled, and his voice was gentle as he replied.
“Yes, you did,” he held up a hand to stop Harry as he opened his mouth to deny it, “I can feel your moods.”
“I…” Harry lowered his gaze and struggled to speak, his mind filled with the images of the last time they had been together.
“I know.” Those two words made Harry look up and trembling he walked towards the smiling man.
“I… I can’tstopthinkingaboutyou.” The words in a rush and Voldemort laughed before stroking Harry’s babbling mouth with a single finger, the heat bloomed between them.
“I find my dreamsssss are filled with lovely memoriessss of ussss.” Harry closed his eyes at the admission.
“We can’t.” Harry whispered and strong arms wrapped around, the scent of the older man washing over him.
“We can do anything we want,” a soft kiss brush Harry’s hair, “You are free to do anything…what do you want ssssweet Harry?” Harry tried to steady his heart and he whispered his words, almost afraid to give this man power over him.
“I want you…to kiss me.” A soft sigh filled the air and Harry felt his chin being lifted but he could not find the courage to open his eyes. Warm lips brushed against his and Harry moaned. The parting of his lips giving Voldemort an opening to run his tongue along Harry’s full bottom lip. His mind shutting down and arousal fuelling his actions, Harry peeped out his tongue to touch the end of the older mans and the kiss deepened.
“I think we sssshould go sssomewhere more private?” Harry licked his lips and with a sensation of crossing an imaginary line like Alice as she fell down the rabbit hole he nodded.
“Yes.”
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