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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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The silence from both of the stunned men did not surprise Harry and he closed his eyes to avoid the twin looks of disgust he expected to be there. His heart yearned to be in his dark lovers arms and he could feel the tears building.
“Well,” Snape’s deep tone was quiet compared the usual loud pitch, “You’ve never done anything the easy way, have you?” Harry felt for a moment that he heard sympathy in the potion masters voice and he opened his eyes.
“Bloody hell Potter!” Draco’s screeched and even Snape flinched at the harsh sound, turning to his younger lover with a look of annoyance, the blond oblivious as he stared at Harry like he had suddenly grown an extra head, “The Dark lord…and you?” Harry nodded, “Fuck me,” he offered Harry a smirking smile and winked at Severus earning a spluttered bark of exasperation, “Always knew you had a darker side.” Draco seemed to be pleased with his discovery and had a smile on his face indicating that he felt supremely canny.
“Sorting hat said I should have been a Slytherin,” Draco’s mouth fell open and this time the potion master’s rich chuckle filled the room, “What can I say…I think it was right.” Harry smirked at the older man and dark obsidian eyes flared with fire.
“Manipulative brat,” Snape sneered and Harry laughed, “Now I understand the cloak and dagger, fuck me Potter…Dumbledore will have my hide for this!”
“I don’t think fucking is an option,” Harry winked at Draco who was in danger of getting whiplash looking back and forth between the two men, “Besides…you’re not my type.” Harry flushed at the memory of his lover and Snape paled.
“I can’t keep spying for Dumbledore,” he looked at Harry, “The dark lord suspects me?”
“Who do you follow?” Harry asked with trepidation, they were all standing on a precipice where the wrong move could pull everything crashing down on them all.
Snape walked away from both of the teen, his shoulders slumped and Harry could almost feel sorry for the man. Draco looked at Harry with concern and the blond appeared torn at what to do, finally jumping up and wrapping his arms around his lovers back.
“I…I love you, not matter which side you choose.” Draco whispered and Harry felt that little knot of hatred that he still held for the blond over all the things he had done to him and his friends over the years melt away.
Snape turned with shock written all over his face and gazed in Draco’s’ eyes , Harry felt like an intruder watching a private moment and was about to leave the room when the potion master pressed a soft, gentle kiss to Draco’s downturned mouth.
“I love you…my sweet dragon,” dark eyes looked up and met Harry’s gaze, “I will take my place at our Lord’s and your side.” Harry noticed the emphasis on the word ‘our’ and he nodded to the man.
“Merlin Potter, you could end the war!” Draco shouted, “You and the dark lord could rule everything!”
The charged moment disturbed by the tell-tale flare of the fireplace, both teens jumping and expecting to see Dumbledore’s face shining in the fire. Harry’s heart leapt at the sight of Lucius Malfoy, the blond looked at his son and frowned at the sight of his healthy son.
“I see that you are feeling better,” there was a hint of disdain in his voice and he stared at Severus with a sneer, Draco blanched , “ Maybe you would be better at home?” Harry suddenly felt strangely protective of the other boy.
“He stays here!” all three men looked at Harry with varying expression, surprise, hatred and gratitude written in their faces. Stormy grey eyes flared with anger and for a brief second Harry expected the haughty blond to argue, said blond looked like he was about to and he opened his mouth.
“Watch your tongue,” Severus warned with a hint of intensity, “Think about who you are about to berate.” The words snapping the blond to attention and a glimmer of fear flickered across his face making Harry feel a small amount of smugness.
He’s afraid to upset Voldemort.
Lucius turned and regarded to potion master with barely concealed fury, his eyes looking at the paling face of his son. A sneer filled his features as he spoke.
“A slut…just like his mother.” Draco gasped at the words and Severus tensed, Harry felt sick at the disdain in the tone.
“I…” Draco’s voice was soft hurt as he spoke, “I am not my mother ,” he looked at his older lover with fear as if expecting rejection, “I love Severus.”
“Ridiculous! This dalliance ends now!” Lucius smiled with glee and Harry felt the fury from Severus crash over him in waves, “Does he know?” there was a malicious edge as Lucius looked at his bewildered son.
“You think that you can manipulate me,” Severus spoke with soft tones but the air of menace filled the room, “I will not allow you to take this from me.” Lucius opened his mouth, his lips snapping shut as Draco’s voice echoed loudly.
“I know about you both fucking!” Harry nearly choked as he looked at Severus and Lucius, his mind flailing as it spiralled with his twisted imagination.
Severus was holding down the sneering blond as he reamed his arse with his thick cock. The normally haughty look on Lucius’ face fucked away with the sheer force of his thrusts. The slap of skin on skin filling the room and grunts of pleasure laced with pain like music to Harry’s ears. A soft slap of a hand making contact with flesh making Harry moan, Lucius’ bottom reddening as Severus alternated the sharp snap of his hips with raining blows on the lily white skin.
“Potter!” Severus’ voice snapped him out his fantasy and he knew that his cheeks would be glowing red, choosing to straighten his shoulders and look at Lucius with a smirk.
“Merlin Potter,” Draco muttered next to him, “You are twisted.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled at him before looking at his father.
“I know about you and Severus, mother told me years ago.” He looked at Severus, “I never realised I liked men until she told me,” Severus’ looked at him with puzzlement, “ I was twelve and I’ve never felt jealously like it,” he smiled at the stunned expression on both men’s faces, “I knew that I wanted you in that moment.”
“Enough!” Lucius screamed, his face brimming with hatred and Harry instinctively reached for his wand. Lucius appeared to have the same thought but did not point at Harry instead his wand trained on his son. Severus immediately jumped in front of his young lover his own wand gripped tightly in his fingers and the standoff between the two men was fraught. Harry took a slow breath and allowed the anger he felt to flow over him, the air crackled with magic.
“Put down the wand.” Harry commanded and Severus looked at him, his face unreadable. Lucius on the other hand paid him no mind.
“You will not tell me what to do,” Lucius sneered, “It’s bad enough that my Lord feels the need to sully himself with the likes of you…filthy mudblood!” the silence that echoed around the room was almost tangible.
“I would be very careful I were you, Mr Malfoy,” Harry stepped forward and the air grew thick with the growing fury that threatened to take him over, “Words can have a habit of becoming deadly,” Harry twirled his wand elegantly through his fingers and Lucius gulped at the air of menace that Harry knew he was exuding, “You wouldn’t want those words to cause you harm, would you?”
“The Dark Lord…” Lucius spluttered.
“Will not have to hear about what has happened if you stay out of all of this,” Harry gestured to Severus and Draco, both men watching him with awe at the calmness in Harry’s tone, “A word of advice,” Harry moved closer to the snarling man, “Next time I won’t be so lenient,” Lucius sneered and Harry closed his eyes at the stupidity of the man, “Next time I will kill you,” Lucius stepped back at the finality in Harry’s words, “And your Lord will join me while I torture you first,” Harry whispered and Lucius shuddered, Harry forced the voice in his head that screamed that this was wrong to be silent, “I’ll make you beg for death…am I clear enough for you, Malfoy?”
Harry’s heart was thundering in his chest but he felt oddly exhilarated at the words. He shivered, a fissure of pleasure tickled along his skin and he felt his face smiling.
“I assume that Voldemort sent you.” Severus asked, trying to dispel the increasing atmosphere. Lucius stood silently, his face drawn and Harry wanted to laugh in the blond’s face.
“He would like Potter to join him for Christmas.” Lucius’ voice was low and unsure.
“We’d love to,” Harry reached to grab Draco by the hand and pulled the boy to him in a friendly gesture, “All three of us would love to be there, wouldn’t we?” Severus watched the exchange with some amusement aware that Harry was deliberately provoking Lucius and smiled before nodding his acquiescence.
Lucius’ jaw tightened and Harry thought he could hear his teeth grinding as he gave a curt nod before disappearing back into the floo without even saying goodbye to his own son. Harry looked at the trembling blond next to him and felt a strange kinship with him.
I grew up with people who didn’t care and I think he did too.
The tension in the room deflated and Draco sagged into Harry’s hug, Severus instantly by his side pulling his lover into his arms. There was a pang of loneliness in Harry’s heart at the sight and he started to make sure his bag was packed ready to leave.
“Why?” Draco asked and Harry turned to look into the curious eyes of both men.
“No one should stand in your way of you love each other,” he smiled and Draco mirrored it with one of his own and Harry realised how different from his father the blond truly was, “Your father had no right to do that.”
“Thank you.” Severus’ voice was full of appreciation.
“What will you tell Dumbledore?” Harry asked and Draco looked to his lover.
“I will have to be very discreet,” he touched Draco’s cheek tenderly before pressing a soft kiss on the frowning lips of his lover “But I will be with you as much as possible.”
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Harry shook of the dust of the floo and was immediately encased in a blanket of warmth, the grand hall alive with the hustle and bustle of people working everywhere. He took a deep breath and the fragrance of Christmas filled his lungs, cinnamon and pine permeating from the enormous tree that predominated to the hall.
Draco tensed next to him and Harry saw the vision of an elegantly dressed Narcissa Malfoy approach with an air of cool detachment.
“Mr Potter, what a pleasure for you to join us for the festivities.” Harry got the impression by her body language that she was anything but pleased.
“Mother.” Draco’s voice was full of apprehension and Harry turned to look at the pale blond. Narcissa peered at Draco as if he was something to be scraped off the bottom of her shoe and Harry bristled at her attitude.
“Your room is prepared,” she spoke to her son as if he were a stranger and Severus stepped forward with a face of thunder, “You will sleep in the quest wing.” She pointed at the potion master aggressively and the man sneered as he opened his mouth to speak.
“I think that Severus,” the man seemed surprised as Voldmort’s voice reached them, Narcissa visibly flinched and Harry turned to look at his smiling lover, “Would be best suited to sharing your son’s bed,” Narcissa tensed, “After all they share so many other things.” There was a salacious hint in the tone and Draco blushed but reached down to entwine his fingers with Severus’.
“Whatever you feel is appropriate my lord.” With a flick of her perfectly coiffed hair she skulked from the room. Voldemort looked at the three men left before him and offered a sly smile to the two lovers.
“Thank you, my lord.” Voldemort looked at the dark eyed man and gesrured for him to follow.
“Harry,” he breathed and leaned to press a soft but toe curling kiss to Harry’s mouth, “I must talk to Severus.” He looked into Harry’s eyes and saw that Harry understood the urgency to discover the potion masters intention.
Draco watched with fear written all over his face as the two men left the room, Harry touched his shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture and was pleased as the blond seemed to relax.
“Show me around?” the blond perked up sporting a shy smile as he grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him from the lavish hall. Harry found himself smiling at Draco as he told him all about the history of the Manor, pointing the different portraits. The picture all appearing to be shocked at the vision of Harry accompanying the young Malfoy heir.
“Harry?” Draco stopped for a second and bit his lips nervously, “What will you do about the war?” Harry closed his eyes and his heart skipped at the question, a million thoughts filling his mind.
“I don’t want this war.” He looked at the other teen, “I just want to be happy.” Those simple little words lifted a weight of his shoulders that he no longer registered as he had borne it for so long. He almost sagged with relief and he knew that the end of the war was at the tip of his fingers.
“He makes you happy?”
Harry took a second, a myriad of thoughts and feelings bombarding him, guilt at realising that he had fallen in love with the man that robbed him of his family.
Nothing is what is seems, trust me.
Voldemort’s words came back to him and Harry found that they soothed the jumble of conflicting emotions. There was something in the way he spoke that Harry believed it to be the truth.
“Yes…” Harry was about to say more when the sound of voices reached their ears, the room nearest had its door slightly ajar and both boys found themselves drawn to listen in.
“I am sorry, my Lord…I was not in control of my actions.”
“Is Harry aware of the lengths of deception the old man has orchestrated?” Harry’s pulse quickened at the sound of his lovers voice. Feeling confused for a moment by the question that was clearly directed to Severus, the man stood near the fireplace with a dour expression.
“The confundous charm that he performed no longer works on you?” Severus enquired.
“The first time, “ Voldemort paused for a moment and Harry could see a soft smile flit across his face, “The first time with Harry, when he touched my wand,” he stroked the aforementioned wand and Harry’s cock perked up at the sight of those nimble fingers, “I felt the spell fall away but everything is still fuzzy, parts of memories are coming back.”
“I think that he has placed several spells on key members of the order, myself included,” Severus looked at Voldemort, “When Harry came to blackmail me I began running discreet tests…I think that he may have spelled your appearance too.”
Harry and Draco froze at the words, a sudden vision of a young Tom Riddle appeared in Harry’s mind.
“This face is not my own?” the hiss in his voice showed his warring emotions and Harry burst into the room, stunning both men as he pulled his lover into his arms.
“I don’t care…I want you.” Harry whispered in the smooth skin on Voldemort’s throbbing pulse point. Those deep ruby eyes met his gaze and Harry felt that his soul was being seen for the very first time, a soft press of lips against his feeling his heart with desire.
“I will investigate further,” Severus offered, “And I will complete my task immediately.” Voldemort smiled at the potion master. The dark haired man scooped up his young lover in a kiss that increased the heat in the room before exiting with his now laughing lover thrown over his shoulder.
Harry wasted no time as the door shut, casting a wandless locking spell and devouring his lovers’ lips in an all-consuming kiss. Their tongues duelled hotly and blindly they pulled at their clothes, desperate to expose their skin as quickly as humanly possible. Harry moaned as bare flesh rubbed alongside flesh, soft keens of lust swallowed by each other’s lips.
“Need you.” Harry whimpered and Voldemort’s deft fingers encircled his rigid cock and Harry arched his back with pleasure. The shaft dripping pre-come aiding the slick slide back and forth as his dark lover brought him to the edge.
“My Harry,” he pressed kisses along Harry’s jaw and Harry switched on his brain long enough to reach down to reciprocate the stroking, Voldemort’s length hot and heavy in his hand, ”More.” the plea was like music to Harry’s ears and he deepened the kiss while stroking faster. The efforts mirrored by his older lover but now with a flick at the end, working the drooling tip of Harry’s cock. Harry took his hand off the rampant shaft bobbing against him and Voldemort moaned the loss. The moan increasing to a heartfelt growl as Harry brought his wet fingers to his lips to suck his lover’s essence from them before wrapping the spit slicked digits back around the twitching member.
“Mmmm.” Harry licked his lips with a wicked smile and Voldemort sped up his strokes and licking into Harry’s mouth chasing the taste of himself from Harry’s lips.
“Wicked little tempter,” the older man whispered and Harry moaned “Come for me.” A swift flick of his wrist pulled Harry of the precipice and copious amounts coated the stroking fingers. Harry screamed his completion into his lovers’ mouth and his own fingers fluttered on the velvet soft skin of the diamond hard cock that begged for its own release. Trying not to swoon, Harry pulled from the kiss to catch his breath before dropping to his knees and licking around the head of the dripping cock. Voldemort’s breath caught for a second and Harry was rewarded with another burst of pre-come flowing from the slit, he chased it with his agile tongue and pushed into the weeping tip. His hand stroking in time with the bobbing of head and he knew that his loves was on the edge of losing control. He pulled back with a lewd slurp and continued to stroke the slick cock.
“Come on me.” Harry opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, Voldemort’s red eyes filled with fire and Harry met his stare. Hot come spilled over his tongue, he rolled the taste around inside his mouth while the rest rained over his lips and cheeks as his lover gave over to pleasure. Harry closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of his love, soft fingers caressed his hair and he felt Voldemort slide down to join him on the floor. A lapping tongue cleaning his skin and his cock twitched at the sensation of the older man licking his own release from Harry’s skin. The licks becoming soft, gentle kisses, warm arms pulling him into a calming embrace, Harry rested his head against the still thundering heart of Voldemort and allowed it to lull him to sleep.
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Harry opened his eyes to realise that he was now sleeping in a luxurious bed, the soft silk sheets rubbing his naked skin in the most delicious ways and Harry felt disappointment at being alone. A single rose with a note on the bed next to him as he turned to looked at the empty side.
My Harry,
I hope that you will feel refreshed from your slumber. I know that I still have two days until Christmas Eve but I find myself incapable of waiting to give you at least one gift before then.
Please join me in the drawing room.
Your slippery servant
Harry smiled at the note and with a bubbling of excitement growing inside he quickly dressed. He was barely able to restrain from running down the corridor, pausing only briefly to ask for directions from one the family portraits.
Soft voices came from the open door and suddenly Harry found his breath caught in his throat. His lover stood chatting quite amicable with a dark haired man, his face obscured and Harry’s heart began to thunder as the feeling that he knew this man washed over him.
It can’t be…please be him!
A bloom of hope brought tears to Harry’s eyes as he dared to dream the impossible, not noticing that both men had stopped talking. His red eyed lover looking at him with a mix of concern and excitement. The other man turned and Harry’s heart felt like it might stop.
“Merry Christmas Harry.” Sirius offered with the smile that had haunted Harry’s memories.
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