Doomed to be an enemy

Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet and nodded, his eyes wandering awkwardly.

"Because that's how he got his power."

"At first he could only talk, but later he even had a body." His voice became weaker and weaker, because Voldemort's smile became wider and wider, and Harry finally closed his eyes altogether, and said loudly in a self-defeating voice:

"I thought you hadn't forgotten that time when I, I—"

He was a little stuck, and opened his eyes discouraged.Facing Voldemort's playful gaze: "What am I, little boy?"

Under Voldemort's deep gaze, Harry took a deep breath: "At that time, I already had feelings for you." Harry turned away, staring at a blade of grass next to him with a feverish cheek, "Okay, okay Well, I was lured into falling in love with you."

"Harry..." Voldemort approached him, touched the boy's chin with his fingertips, and kissed the boy's flushed cheek, "I have to admit that I'm a little jealous of him, but I'm glad that now It's me who holds you."

he said softly.

"I am the one who can kiss you." Voldemort calmly suppressed the angry cry in his soul, and said softly against the boy's earhole.

The hands caressed the boy's sensitive waist and reached into the robe. "Hmm..." Even though there was no one around, Harry still felt embarrassed and instinctively refused. When the man's slender and strong fingers pressed his shoulders and fell back to the lawn, he quickly supported him with his arms: "I know it's a strange statement—"

"But the soul piece in the locket is you too. Isn't it? He's part of you."

Harry felt his heart pounding, which seemed to affect the nerves and blood vessels, turning into a billowing heat wave and sweeping the whole body. The temperature of the sun had disappeared from the ground, but the temperature in his body seemed to be heating up.He looked into Voldemort's obsidian eyes, as deep and dangerous as the night that was falling.

"So, you are fascinated by him, but you don't let him touch you."

Voldemort's arm was propped on Harry's waist, and he watched the boy meaningfully in surprise, "Oh, don't doubt my judgment, I can be sure no one has touched you when I hold you, my Boy." Harry's cheeks flushed suddenly, "Voldemort!" he growled in embarrassment.But the man evoked a lazy, proud smile, "Don't argue, I'm 100% sure, you're a virgin."

Harry took a deep breath. "Ask like you're not, huh?"

Voldemort's smug smile faltered, and he raised his hand calmly. The cushion they were sitting on quickly became wider and longer as if they had taken swelling potions, pushing away Harry's elbows that were propped on the ground, so he exclaimed With a bang, he fell back into the soft cushion—it was as soft as a bed.

Harry felt that something was wrong: "Hey, Voldemort, this is outside—" He protested, but slowly relaxed himself, only the light blue and dark blue mixed sky with stars in his vision, extremely beautiful up.But the magic field approached by the man was so familiar, it made him tremble like a shadow. "Didn't you say that they would find out?" Harry murmured.

"I've changed my mind." Voldemort's voice was close at hand, he gently covered the boy's body, stretched out his slender fingertips to scrape the boy's red cheek vaguely, and slowly slid down.Harry stared at the man's handsome face as he approached, "I'll let them go when I get back..."

"So, have you decided to use this method?"

Voldemort stared at the boy's alluring lips like petals, and softly uttered a word:

"Do not."

"But you don't have anything else—"

Voldemort directly took the boy's chattering mouth in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue blocked the boy's throat with the following words. The sound of tsk tsk made Harry breathe quickly. He stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the man's neck, and the tip of his tongue actively responded to the boy's words. provocative.

Harry tried hard to resist Voldemort's forcefully penetrating tongue, but the man slyly entangled them like two copulating snakes - that took Harry's breath away.Just when his heart was beating faster and he was a little confused, Voldemort let go of him, and gently wiped away the fluid around the boy's red lips with his slender fingertips.

"That's too dangerous, little boy."

Voldemort said in a whisper, "You saw the end of the Muggle in the story, I can't let you take risks." His black eyes fixed on the boy, "If there is one thing I remember about magic, it is waiting Price exchange. Nothing is unconditional, even if it looks normal on the surface."

"I'll be fine."

Harry panted, and stared at the man with emerald green eyes burning a little, "Look, isn't the locket a good example?"

Voldemort was noncommittal, he bit the boy's red lips lightly, but his tone was not joking: "Harry, Muggles don't have magical powers, they can only sacrifice their lives. According to that book, Horcruxes are Incomplete soul, so I instinctively long for power to complement myself."

"You wonder if the locket can be recovered? Even if I don't read this book, I can know the reason." A complicated look flashed in Voldemort's obsidian-like eyes, "Your love will open itself to the Horcrux Everything, do you know how dangerous it is?" He stretched out his white and slender fingertips to caress the boy's soft throat, dangerously, "That means, your life, magic power, soul... everything It is like a plate of delicious food placed in front of the Horcrux. It is true that the vitality can make the soul piece have a body that can touch objects, but now it seems that there are more things that can make the soul fragments inside grow stronger." His The tone gradually became a little annoyed, "I don't know what kind of power the locket has, but you should be glad that you are still alive now, instead of wanting to do it a second time."

"I have to remind you, Harry."

"Spirits are part of me—"

Voldemort stared at the boy closely, and said in a warning tone: "But that's not me." Harry was a little lost, and he opened his mouth, "You mean, if the soul piece in the Horcrux is revived by absorbing power..."

"He will do everything possible to restore himself, and he won't care about your life, Harry." Voldemort shattered his fantasy relentlessly, "Perhaps when the locket absorbs your power, there is no difference between us." At this point, he can't get much. But tell me, Harry, with your feelings for me now, how much can he take if the soul piece on Nagini wakes up? Hmm?"

Voldemort pinched the boy's chin with his slender fingertips, forcing him to look at him: "Don't think about it, I won't allow..."

"But you have no other way." Harry raised his hand to hold the man, his emerald green eyes stared at him brightly under the starry sky, as if the boy's best flame was amazing, "I won't take mine Just kidding with your life." Harry showed a sly smile as bright as his eyes, "Besides, I never said I would use the soul tablet from Nagini." He put his arms around the man's neck, and actively put his lips against his. On the cold lips of the other party who wanted to speak, he said next to each other, "You also said that it was an accident or even a semi-finished product, without even consciousness—"

"Harry—!"

Voldemort's arm holding him tightened suddenly, causing Harry's waist to ache.He gasped slightly: "Listen to me, I've thought about it, and it's at least feasible." He touched Voldemort's furrowed brow with his fingertips soothingly, and the man's charming lips were tightly pursed, revealing Willingness to not compromise.

"I'm not sure that I can take out the soul tablet in you, Harry, I said, I'm not sure." Voldemort almost squeezed the words through his teeth, his handsome face was terribly gloomy, Harry Quietly embracing the man's back—it was tense as if in a duel, and he stared into Voldemort's equally terrifying eyes, Harry said softly:

"But you're going to take back what's from Nagini, aren't you?"

Voldemort fell silent.His face became ugly. "Nagini is a snake." Voldemort stared deeply into the boy's emerald green eyes, and listened to the boy's mouth uttering words that displeased him:

"But you also know that my soul may not last long... If only you had the power of a horcrux." The boy he admired complained, a little impatiently, "Hey, listen, Voldemort, I'm still Not living enough."

Voldemort closed his eyes and breathed calmly: "Let me think about it."

"Well, I mean I don't want to die without being up there once."

Harry tried to keep his tone light, "Voldemort, if you've been procrastinating, will you give me this chance?"

"...Don't even think about it." The man's gnashing voice slid across their lips that were very close. Voldemort almost laughed at the boy's thought, the Dark Lord was not a sloppy one, it was hard for Harry to urge him so tactfully.

Voldemort squinted his eyes, looked down at the boy and didn't dodge it, his eyes gradually became a little embarrassed, and slowly evoked a charming smile: "If you are obedient, maybe I can agree to it in five years."

As he spoke softly, Harry's emerald green eyes widened in astonishment, staring blankly, as if he had seen a ghost for a moment. "You allow?" His eyes subconsciously patrolled the man, bringing a bit of the burning and slightly itchy aggression that Voldemort was very familiar with. Voldemort chuckled softly, his boy was a mighty lion - well deserved.

"Five years, my boy, not now," Voldemort said slyly.He undid the buttons of the boy's robe punishingly with his slender fingers—a rather slow motion.Damn slow, Harry felt his cheeks start to heat up, and before Voldemort touched a single finger of his, his stomach was already responding.

Just then Harry was startled by a loud clattering sound from the grass. Voldemort was faster than he was, and before Harry realized it, a thin transparent curtain covered them all. Voldemort pressed his fingertips lightly between their lips, making a silent gesture.Harry held his breath, too scared to move.

Voldemort laughed silently, it's better not to tell the boys that this magic can cover all their movements and smells.

The murmur of the grass ceased.

"Who's there?" Hermione's tentative voice was a little nervous.Harry almost jumped up, all the muscles in his body tensed for a moment, and he kept his eyes on the direction of the sound.In the dark night, the light was not very bright, in fact the place where Voldemort was was even darker than the surroundings - that was the result of the extremely strong dark magic being embraced by the night.Harry didn't notice this, but felt that it took a long time before he saw the cold glow of the Luminescent Charm piercing the darkness, Hermione was alone holding a wand, and in the other hand was holding a small red crystal ball.

Voldemort's vision was clearer than the boy's. He raised his eyebrows and slowly let go of Harry. "It seems that your friend is much smarter than you." He said softly.Before Harry understood what he meant, he saw Hermione stop, not far from them.The color of the crystal ball has turned crimson.

"Lord Voldemort—"

Hermione stared at the empty weeds, and said in annoyed tone, "I know you're nearby. Order of the Phoenix patrols are all over the place, and no one wants to cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"So get out of here, Harry should be waiting at your manor."

After she finished speaking coldly, she turned and left angrily.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and after a long time, he whispered, "Fortunately, Hermione didn't notice."

"I do not think so."

Beside him, Voldemort said lazily, in a deliberately sweet tone, "She must have guessed what we were doing."

"What we're doing—hey, we're not doing anything!" Harry protested, "I don't know when this became the Order of the Phoenix's patrol territory, a good place for you to choose." Voldemort provoked Eyebrow, "I have to declare that I have confidence in my magic."

"And then came straight to the door?" Harry sneered.

"...No matter how good the magic is, there is no way to hide the positioning device on your body." Voldemort took out his yew wand and waved it lightly: "I think this is the right one." Harry's pocket trembled , a small crystal ball that was slowly fading rolled out.

It was nearly eight o'clock when they returned to Malfoy Manor.Harry's cheeks were flushed and his feet were limp as they fell into the master bedroom wrapped in black smoke.He couldn't believe that Voldemort was teasing him in the sky - especially when he was still flying so steadily.Harry pushed the man away, thinking through gritted teeth as he hurried to the bathroom.

"Harry, it's not a good habit to have the bathroom to yourself."

Voldemort slowly took out his handkerchief to wipe off the dirt on his hands, and smiled silently.In response to him, the boy locked the lock mercilessly.It sounds nasty.Looks like he's kind of pissed off the boy he likes.

The sound of running water from the faucet soon sounded in the bathroom. Voldemort thought about it for two seconds, looked at the silk pajamas on the bed that had been forgotten by his master, and slowly raised his eyebrows.

So, it wasn't until Harry finished his bath that he realized that he hadn't brought in a change of clothes.Reluctantly, he took out his holly wand from the pile of clothes and waved it, but a few seconds passed, and Harry blinked without seeing the clothes at all.

"Voldemort—!"

A boyish voice sounded from the bathroom, and Voldemort lazily responded, "What are you doing, little boy."

"My pajamas." Voldemort raised his eyebrows, hearing the gnashing of teeth inside: "This is not a begging attitude." He approached the bathroom door and gently knocked it with his fingers, in a casual tone, "Now, open the door. "There was the sound of the lock cylinder turning inside, and Voldemort's slender fingers landed on the doorknob, turning it lightly and pushing the door open.

Thick water mist hit his face, perhaps the white mist made people less embarrassed, seeing the man swinging his wand to lock the door, Harry was not so angry.

This bathroom is very large. The precious marble is deliberately carved with anti-slip and exquisite lines, but it is not harsh. The bathtub, which is as big as a swimming pool, is sunken downwards, and the steps you walk in are faintly visible in the water.Harry sat on the top step, not too surprised to see the man parting the fog noiselessly and coming, his hands empty.

His emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't speak, watching Voldemort gracefully unbutton his robe, and took his hand - Harry struggled not very hard and was slowly led down the bath by the man.

The hot water splashed on the ornately carved floor tiles, soothing the skin, but that was not as exciting as the skin-to-skin contact.Harry was dragged into Voldemort's arms, his wet skin seemed to have a suction cup, and just a little friction seemed to have an indescribable strangeness.

Their overlapping magic fields did not have the maddening pleasure, but instead had a sense of seamless integration, as if they were a whole, and only when they merged could they be complete—this was much more exciting.

"How could this be..." Harry was pressed against the stone wall by the man in a daze, and the cold touch made him shiver.The dark magic power aroused the boy's neutral magic power, stroking Harry's nerves like a lover's hand, Voldemort chuckled softly, "Little boy, it's not surprising, you have a third of my magic power in your body. "

"one third……"

Harry gasped, resisting the maddening feeling of being violated by the man's magical breath from the inside out, and said through gritted teeth, "Why are there so many?" Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist , Harry was so suffocated by the mist in the air that he hugged the man's arm weakly.

"Your magic power is just like yours..." Voldemort stared at him meaningfully with his beautiful and dangerous obsidian eyes, and said softly, "It's much harder to tame."

"Bastard!" Harry's breathing was trembling, the man's kiss became indistinct, the tip of his tongue slid up his chin and into his lips, and before the boy had time to react, he slid into the open mouth. in the mouth.

"Well……"

The boy's long-abstained body was sensitive and jerky - making Voldemort's black eyes almost a dangerous red.

"Harry..."

Voldemort stretched out his slender fingers silently to touch the boy's sweaty forehead, brushing away the hair to reveal the conspicuous lightning scar underneath.

In his beautiful eyes like obsidian, desire is suppressed in the bottom of his heart like this swiftly retreating pool, and the cold and thick dark breath gathers at the fingertips, gently and tentatively touching the dormant deep in the boy's brain Yes, that little piece of soul that belongs to him.