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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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Harry sat contemplating his earlier conversation with the potion master as he looked across the fading sunlight glittering off the great lake. His breath pluming as the temperature continued to drop, Christmas on his mind and his heart skipped at the prospect of finally being free of the Dursleys.
A life free of all that pain…. A life of my own.
“Harry?” he consciously subdued the sigh he felt threatening to escape as he looked up to take in Hermione’s worried expression.
“Herm…” he gestured for her to sit beside him and her eyes lit up as she got comfortable next to him, bumping his shoulder with a giggle.
“I’m worried about you,” her voice was soft with a edge of understanding and Harry wished for a moment that he could share his secret but his heart knew that her reaction would be one of horror and disgust, “I’m your friend…you can tell anything,” she patted his knee, “I will be there for you.”
“I’m….Herm,” he took a breath and closed his eyes, “I’m gay.” He was frightened to open his eyes at the silence that greeted his confession.
“Oh,” she squeezed his knee gently and let out a soft laugh, Harry opened his eyes and saw nothing but acceptance tempered with a hint of amusement, “Is that all….Harry…I already knew.”
“WHAT!” Harry shouted with surprise, his mind racing at the thought of it being obvious.
“Well I thought that you might be bisexual…don’t worry it’s not obvious,” he went to speak and she smiled at him, “ I noticed that you were staring at Dean’s bottom a month or so ago,” Harry blushed, “Oh…oh…please say you don’t fancy Professor Snape,” Harry almost choked at the thought, “Well…you were staring at him!”
“Merlin Herm….Snape!” he shook his head in disbelief at the thought and a vision of Voldemort kneeling before flashed in his mind’s eye robbing him of his breath at the wave of arousal it invoked.
Narrow thin lips wrapped around the head of his cock, an agile tongue dipping into the drooling slit and tasting the free flowing fluid. Harry moaned as Voldemort bobbed deeper taking him further into his hot mouth and his tongue remained active, flicking and caressing the thick length. Harry couldn’t help but begin to thrust forward, his cock nudging the back of the older man’s throat and the reflex swallow making him almost howl with need. He found his fingers stroking the man’s head and without even realising it pushing him down further, gurgles echoing as breath stuck in the now blocked airway filling the room. Harry’s climax thundered through him as he shouted his release, spilling into the eager mouth and filling Voldemort’s throat with his essence.
“Harry?” Hermione pulled him from his day dreaming and he found his mouth dry with lust.
“Sorry…mind wandered.” He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and she mirrored his smiled with one of her own and he almost breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t pursue any interest in the inner working of his fevered mind.
“Are you worried about people will react?” she questioned gently and Harry wondered if he really cared anymore about what his peers or the world would think of him. Realising he could use this situation to his advantage and that Hermione would provide a valuable ally he decided to play the worried card, telling her that he feared a shunning and disgusted reaction to his revelation. Hermione immediately snapped into the role he knew she would play, that of his secret protector and he allowed an inner smile at the thought of having an unwitting accomplice to his planned deceit.
“So sometimes I need time to get away and think…would you cover for me when it gets too much,” he schooled his face in one of nerves and worry, “I don’t think I’m ready for everyone to know.”
“Oh Harry, of course I’ll help you,” she pulled him into a hug and Harry briefly felt a flicker of guilt but he pushed it aside and reassured himself that it was better this way, she wouldn’t have understood his new desires, “Anytime you need me.”
Harry found himself wishing that he could just run away from it all and steal a moment or two in those surprisingly tender embraces.
“Harry.” Hissing words like a caress across his skin made his brain muddled and his heart race. His very being on fire with desire and need, again the word repeated and Harry moaned aloud as the fire building inside threatened to consume him. Whispered syllables filling his head and his cock hardened as if the words could touch the smooth flesh. The tongue forming those erotic sounds lapping briefly across Harry’s hip and Harry moaned.
“Pleasssse.” Harry’s own tongue hissing as he begged, a soft chuckle ghosted over his pursed lips and Harry leaned up. His reward the touch of mouth against mouth and the kiss devoured Harry from the inside out. Shuddering as his body surrendered to the pleasure of those smiling lips pulling such sweet sounds from his own mouth. Furtive fingers caressing his frenzied body and Harry could feel his length dripping steadily. Opening his eyes to look into the ruby gaze of his lover.
“Take me…touch me…make me yoursssss”
“My ssssssweet ssssssweet Harry.” Flesh parted as Harry felt those agile fingers filling him and his body opened up, pushing back with a soft cry.
“More…more…pleassssse,” Harry keened as the fingers retreated, gasping as the blunt head of a slick cock teased his clenching entrance, “Yesssss,” his plea answered as he was speared in one swift move, his back arched as he whimpered, “Fuck me…take me…love me!”
Love?
Oh fuck…love?
A deep thrust pulled Harry’s release from him, stunned as his body went supernova and he felt his release spill between them.
“I love you.” He whispered.
Harry shot up with a gasp of surprise, his body trembling with the force of his climax. Looking around as his heart threatened to burst out of his chest and his cooling come coating his pyjamas. He took a calming breath and checked that his silencing spell was still working, sighing with relief as it glowed. He lay back and stared at the ceiling, the dream filling his head and thoughts.
Merlin … I think I’m falling in love with him.
Harry found himself musing over this new development later as he wondered the corridors after dinner, passing the odd student but oblivious to anyone. A shadow cast across his face and he looked up just in time to bump into a frowning Draco Malfoy.
“Watch it Potter!” Draco’s voice was indignant and Harry felt a wave of anger wash over him, bracing himself for the inevitable fight that would follow, shocked as Draco appeared to be bemused.
“What?” Harry barked and the trademark Malfoy smirk snapped into place and the blond tensed.
“You tell me Potter…what the fuck is going on!” Harry was confused by the question and Draco huffed before continuing, checking to see if they were alone as he spoke, “Why in Merlin’s name did I receive a missive from my father that basically insists that we become friends,” he took a breath and the normally pale skin flushed, “And when I asked Se…well when I asked a friend” Harry nearly laughed at Draco’s not quite slip of the tongue, “He agreed that it was a good idea!”
Harry’s heart thundered and he could feel a giggle building, he was elated that his dark lover was trying to make his life easier while they were apart. He looked into the blonds eyes and a wicked thought shivered through him deciding to play a game.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he tried to look frightened as he moved slowly back from the flustered blond, “Have you gone mad?,” he slowly stepped back lifting his hand in a placating manner, “Malfoy, ...oh…oh…you fancy me!” Harry had to pretend to be looking for an escape route to stop laughing as Draco paled and looked sickened at the accusation.
“What the fuck!” Draco yelled, his grey eyes frantic as he moved towards Harry.
“Look Malfoy…while I’m flattered,” Draco started choking with astonishment, “I really think that you should seek help for your infatuation.” Draco’s fist clenched and he surged forward, Harry quickly threw up a wandless silencing spell before opening his mouth to bellow.
“HELP DEATHEATER!!!!”
Draco’s eye widened and Harry actually thought for a second that the blond would expire in front of him. He had never seen the other man at a loss for words before and Harry couldn’t help but allow a grin to spread across his face counting slowly in his head until the flustered man realised his joke. No more than twenty seconds passed before a scowl replaced bewilderment.
“You utter bastard.” Harry merely shrugged his shoulders at the words, Draco stood opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
“Mr Potter.” The rich tones of the potion master filled the air and the soft pop followed as Harry dropped the silencing spell, Draco flushed and tried not to look at his older lover.
“Professor Snape, what a pleasant surprise,” Draco’s eyes fixed on him with a look of astonishment at the casual tone, “Just happened to be lurking, did you?” Harry watched as the potion master’s mask of annoyance slipped and the dark eyes flickered to the blond.
He thought I might hurt Draco.
“Merely taking in the air Mr Potter, I must admit I’m stunned at the lack of blood being spilt between the two of you,” Snape’s eyes meet Draco’s and Harry watched the brief wordless communication between them, the potion master relaxed at the slight smile in those grey eyes, “Mr Potter ,we have some business to discuss,” he turned and stalked away, “Alone.”
Harry looked at the forlorn expression on Draco’s face and he nudged the blond, grey eyes met his and he smiled before dragging Draco along with him. Both of them following the Professor into his classroom. His dark eyes angry as he looked at Harry’s guest.
“I believe I said alone.”
“Did you? Must have missed that,” he looked at Draco and then back to Snape, “Surely there are no secrets between such…close…friends.” Draco gasped and looked at Snape for confirmation of Harry insinuations.
“Enough!” Snape’s voice was full of fire and Harry would have blanched at the tone, but that was the old Harry, he smiled as he felt the new Harry gathering confidence.
“I think that it’s important to make myself clear,” Harry spoke softly, “You aren’t in charge here,” he looked at dumbfounded Draco, “Any issue with that?” he asked.
Snape seemed to deflate at the hint of power in Harry’s words and he sat wearily at his desk.
“I have found an answer to your problem.” His voice was drawn and Draco took an involuntary step towards the potion master, stopping himself as he remembered where he was. Snape didn’t look up as he placed a vial on the desk, the bottle glowing with a soft azure blue potion.
“What is it?” Harry reached over the stroke the bottle.
“It mimics the symptoms of Wizard pox,” he held up his hand as Harry tried to ask questions, “It wears off after two hours but you will be ill enough to convince Dumbledore that you should be quarantined for at least two weeks.”
“How does that help me…I’ll be stuck in the infirmary!”
“No, you won’t Poppy and Dumbledore have never had the disease, where as I have,” he offered a sly smile, “You will have to stay in my quarters while you recover…of course Dumbledore will understand that you will sleep for those two weeks as your body fights the infection.” The potion master looked smug at his plan and Harry had to agree that it was a genius idea.
“Well done,” he smiled at the older man, “I’m impressed.” He picked up the bottle and held it up to light, the blue beautiful and the offer of freedom filled his heart with flutters of excitement.
“You’ll be stuck here?” Draco whispered softly and his eyes were full of hurt as he glared at his lover.
Harry watched as the older man appeared to be struggling not to get up and comfort the upset younger man. Harry was suddenly struck by the fact that there was more to this relationship then sex between them.
They love each other.
Fuelled by his own burgeoning feelings that he yet couldn’t face head on towards his own dark lover, Harry looked at the bottle in his hand.
“Have Lucius or Narcissa had the pox?” Draco seemed confused by the question before his shook his head to indicate that they hadn’t. Snape looked at him with growing realisation and Harry smirked.
“I think you better make another bottle.” Harry ordered as he left the room, turning for a moment as he exited the door to see Snape sweep the now smiling blond into his arms with a fiery kiss.
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