Doomed to be an enemy

"I'm not that impatient."

At night, in London's house at No. 24 Enfield, Voldemort was wearing wine-red silk pajamas, his fair and slender fingers resting on the dark wine bottle looked even more beautiful. He poured a glass of red wine, noncommittal to Harry's question. "I'll arrange for someone to run for Minister of Magic."

Voldemort turned around and saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his wet hair with a towel, "I thought you'd want this seat." Hearing the boy's muttering, Voldemort raised the corners of his lips. The Ministry of Magic governed the wizarding world in England, but he wanted more than that.

"I'm not in a hurry." Voldemort said ambiguously.

He walked up to Harry almost silently.In the palm of his hand, the dark red wine contained in the crystal goblet is like his own very presence-like gaze—the slender fingers are holding it gracefully, with a bit of carelessness, "I haven't celebrated your coming of age yet , my boy."

He handed over the cup.

"I turned 17 last July," said Harry, staring at the man's increasingly seductively pretty fingers for a moment, wanting to bite... oh no, that's not good.

Voldemort explained softly: "Graduation is considered an official adult, and some magical families even hold a coming-of-age ceremony at this time." "What about you?" Harry blurted out, then realized that this was a bad topic. Voldemort was an orphan, and of course no one celebrated for him when he graduated.A hint of annoyance slipped across Harry's expression. Seeing Voldemort, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and showing an elegant smirk: "At that time, there were at least ten magical families celebrating me."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"I accept." The corners of Voldemort's lips curled down, showing a reluctant expression.Gently sat down next to Harry, he could feel his cold body temperature through his clothes on the outside of his thighs, Harry couldn't help but put his hands on it, "Little boy, where are you touching? Huh?" Voldemort narrowed his dark red eyes , jokingly said.

He's sure the boy's behavior has nothing to do with love, but who cares?He laughed silently in his heart.It's as if it wasn't him who made his lower abdomen a little swollen because he was touched at the base of his thigh... Harry shrank back like an electric shock, holding his glass resentfully: "Don't think about that kind of thing all day long .”

"What kind of thing?" Voldemort asked lazily.

Harry blushed.He took a sip of the red wine in the glass without saying a word. "Huh?" He was surprised to find that the wine wasn't very bad.The smell that the nose smells is not as irritating as ordinary wine. Voldemort leaned himself against the bedpost, watching the boy hesitantly sip the wine from his glass, like an alert lion cub.

"Is it good?" he asked softly.

Harry licked his lips and nodded honestly. "Where did you get it?" Voldemort laughed, with a hint of sarcasm and meaning, "I got it after graduating from Hogwarts 54 years ago." Harry was a little surprised: "You actually Going for Muggle booze? I mean, back then."

"I was born in the Muggle world, Harry." Voldemort said softly, "I wanted to drink when I graduated. And as soon as I had the idea, Merlin sent me two bottles."

Voldemort had never spoken of his own experiences, and although Harry knew something more important early on, it was a part of him that he had never seen in any memory.A bit of surprise appeared in Harry's emerald green eyes: "What happened next?" Voldemort glanced at him and said, "The Muggles who bought these two bottles of wine were cheated, I lost interest after one sip, and the rest I put that bottle somewhere and it’s only now that it’s the real thing.”

Harry suddenly realized a fact that made him a little embarrassed: "So this is the wine you prepared for yourself when you graduated?"

Voldemort smiled silently, but did not speak.He didn't prepare them for himself, as I said earlier, he delivered them to his door—it wasn't the first time that arrogant and stupid Muggle killed someone, so he did a good thing, didn't he?He hid the booty, even though it was not considered a treasure at the time.

In a blink of an eye, the shoulders sank, the boy's arms rested on his shoulders, and a crystal cup was added under his nose. Voldemort's dark red eyes were fixed on Harry's face that was close at hand, and the latter showed him bright smile:

"You also said it's real now, why don't you try it?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, held the boy's hand and drank the red wine from the glass into his mouth.Amid the sound of the crystal cup being thrown on the ground and shattering, the man's slender fingertips slipped into the boy's disobedient hair, "Um—" Before Harry could make a sound, Voldemort's cold wine-scented lips kissed him took his.

The cool wine was passed over, and the tongue was like a cunning snake dormant inside, unknowingly wrapped around the soft tip of the boy's tongue to tease.Not to be outdone, Harry pushed back, and the tip of Voldemort's tongue slipped slyly out of the way to take advantage of the boy's initiative to slide into the deeper hole, gently scraping the boy's sensitive palate, and heard a low nasal grunt in satisfaction.Even though the kiss was undeniably forceful, Harry could still feel Voldemort's restraint, and his heart was still pounding until they swallowed the wine that was warm with each other.

Their lips parted slightly, and the breath they exhaled carried the charming fragrance of wine. Harry almost thought he smelled the love potion, and when he couldn't help but want to chase each other's reddened and seductive lips, Voldemort let out a chuckle. Pulling Harry into his arms, he said jokingly next to the boy's red ears, "Harry, use the summoning spell to bring me the wine bottle..."

"You make me 'hungry'."

Voldemort's soft hissing whisper made Harry groan inwardly in annoyance, and he didn't admit that he almost came because of the other's words just now, but now his cheeks were flushed, but the searing orgasm was not. Let Harry ignore the flash of inspiration in his heart.

"Summoning... Summoning spell?" Harry swallowed, feeling a little guilty all of a sudden.Although he guessed the result, he was still a little lucky: "Voldemort, when did you come today?" He moved, and the arms around his waist immediately tightened.Harry watched as Voldemort's other long, slender hand picked up the loose ribbons on his clothes, and gently stroked his lower abdomen - the boxer briefs, which were said to be of good quality, split into several pieces by themselves.

Harry was in a cold sweat from the magical wave of the spell.

"I went back to Malfoy Manor to explain something, so I came here directly." Voldemort whispered in his ear, "Sitting in the armchair in front of the fireplace all the time."

"Tell me, how should I punish you?" The cold fingertips gently circled the boy's most sensitive place-this made Harry gasp, "Brave little boy, you gave it to me!" An impressive experience."

Sure enough... Harry curled his legs in vain. "Sorry." He whispered. Voldemort was surprised by the boy's rare obedience, and then slowly, feeling the guilt welling up in Harry's heart, his dark red eyes narrowed slightly, "This is not very sincere." He whispered in the boy's ear side said something.

Harry's eyes widened, and his face went red and white, white and red again.

His little boy has always been reluctant to let go of bed affairs, so young that he is almost seductive. Voldemort chuckled, and heard Harry take a deep breath, and almost squeezed out a sentence:

"just one time."

"Okay." He agreed very simply, drawing a hesitant glance from Harry, and Voldemort smiled charmingly.He let go of his arms calmly, "Let's start."

Harry straightened his body, under the man's burning gaze, he was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to bury himself in the ground who agreed to this. Voldemort watched with admiration as the boy angrily took off his pajamas, and threw them on the ground in a crumpled ball with resentment.Suddenly there was a surge of scorching magic power in the air, and the bottle of red wine placed on the low table appeared in front of Voldemort, and was caught by a slender hand.

"Go on." Voldemort smirked at the boy.

Harry withdrew his gaze in disappointment, feeling a little bewildered by the scorching gaze inside the man's body, his body was already tense with embarrassment before he even started.After a long while, Voldemort sighed. He didn't know how many times he spurned his soft heart. He leaned over and put his hands on the boy's shoulder blades, "Just once, I promise." He said softly.

"That's what you said—"

Harry gritted his teeth, pressed his hands on the silk quilt and slowly lowered his body, making a submissive posture in the man's shadow, his curled legs made the boy's tight waist sag into a charming curve, feeling uneasy and embarrassed Let the boy's fingers clenched the silk on the quilt.

The cold mouth of the bottle touched his shoulders and neck, and Harry shivered. The cold wine flowed from the mouth of the bottle, flowed down the boy's young and firm skin, and gathered in the middle of the spine. The dark red wine was like a stream It also swirled around the boy's sexy waist for a moment, flowed into the buttocks that could not be concealed from the man's vision, and finally landed reluctantly on the luxurious silver-green silk quilt, leaving ambiguous red marks.

Harry was a little stiff from the stimulation of the cold temperature, but Voldemort couldn't help holding his breath from the very beginning, until he exhaled this breath, "Harry..." He lowered his body amidst the pervasive aroma of wine, The lips are lightly printed on the boy's tight nape, gently sucking the fascinating breath left on the skin, maybe it is wine, or something that the boy has carved into the bone marrow, cherishing and forcefully... ...He felt the boy in his arms tremble for a moment, and heard the other party humming uncontrollably.

Voldemort could almost feel an invisible hand tugging at his self-control.Only he himself knew how violent the tide of passion was, until the kiss-sucking skin glowed charming red, and he tasted the boy's alluring body down the spine.

Harry felt his scalp go numb, and a shudder that made his bone marrow itch and the stimulation of the magic field made him move his body impatiently, "Voldemort... hurry up..."

He really didn't want to maintain such a shameful posture.

Harry heard the sound of water that made people blush, and heard Voldemort's cozy chuckle. Harry swore in his heart that he would never encourage this bastard to drink again. Sure enough, Voldemort sucked kisses along the boy's spine, and the snake pattern in the waist cavity started to swim where Harry couldn't see it. When the man's breath brushed over there, "Ah!" Harry was almost waist As soon as his upper body softened, a cold touch gushed out from his lower back, circled his waist and swam up to his chest, "What did you do?" Harry bit his lips tightly so as not to scream, this feeling was like someone gently caressing Soul, he looked down, only to see an arm-thick black snake-like tail disappearing from his waist——

"Well--!"

Voldemort sucked hard on the most sensitive place he had given the boy himself, and Harry felt dizzy. "It's that mark..." He murmured, a little in disbelief.

"The Dark Mark represents fear and deterrence, so when it is active, the marked servant can only feel fear and pain. You are different, Harry." In Voldemort's hoarse voice, the wine bottle was stuck to the boy's body again. At the back of the neck, the man's slender fingers slid into the boy's buttocks and gently massaged.

"No, make it stop—!" said Harry tremblingly.He could feel the snake pattern swimming down his lower body. "It's so hard to be human, take it easy, little boy, it will soothe your soul for me when I want to hold you..." Under Voldemort's admiring gaze, the black snake pattern slipped into the gap between his buttocks, along the The gaps opened by his fingers flowed into the boy.Harry's eyes widened suddenly as the cold wine poured out again.

……

"woke up?"

In the morning, Harry woke up in Voldemort's arms. His body was dry and comfortable, but he couldn't resist the sore waist.The air is filled with the indescribably wonderful taste of wines that have been aged for four or 50 years.He suddenly recalled the erosion last night, and his anger instantly drove away all drowsiness.

"Voldemort." Harry propped himself up with a grim expression.

"You seem to be in good spirits." Voldemort's eyes fell on the boy's exposed body covered with hickey marks, and he felt a little regretful. Last night, the stimulation of the magic mark finally made the boy he liked cry uncontrollably. came out, but failed to hear the other party's begging for mercy.

"What's with that mark? I seem to see it getting bigger."

Harry said, he couldn't help reaching out to touch his lower back, but just touching his fingers felt a tingling sensation seeping into his spine, and he frowned.

"I inspired it." Voldemort said lazily, slightly tightening his arms around the boy.Harry didn't quite understand:

"It's like using the Dark Mark to summon?" "Almost." Harry almost laughed angrily: "You gave me something like a potion for aphrodisiac? Don't tell me that your body also has this function."

Indeed not.

Voldemort was thinking in his heart, with a slightly subtle expression, he thought about explaining:

"It doesn't feel like that all the time," he said softly, reaching out his fingers to touch the boy's smooth cheek, "I said, it only happens when I want to hug you." He clasped the boy With a slight force on his neck, he pressed the opponent into his arms.The other hand touched Harry's sensitive lower back under the covers.

This time, Harry clearly felt a cold magical power flow from Voldemort's fingertips into the mark, and the hot magical power in his body rejoiced, and the screaming joy of touching the soul last night did not appear.Harry felt a little uneasy about Voldemort's mood at the moment, vaguely.

It was connivance and love with a little smile.

When Harry concentrated his energy in amazement, he could feel some complacency inside, and...a little bit of flashing——

Guilty?

When he recovered, Harry gritted his teeth.