Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry woke up groggy, his body was still naked.He seemed to be holding a piece of cold and comfortable marble, and the inexplicable coolness overflowing from it made him rub comfortably, rubbing his limbs entangled... Then one hand gently stroked the unruly hair, which slipped down on the neck , a soft touch—the sound of a heartbeat next to his ear made Harry wake up completely after three seconds of sluggishness.

Oh, what a pose it is... Regardless of the excitement of the magic field between them, Harry realized that his arms were tightly wrapped around Voldemort's waist, his legs were wrapped around the other's skin, and his cheek was on the pillow. On a cold and thick chest.His face turned red, he had never been so close to anyone before.

Then the memory before coma came back, and Harry's feverish cheeks lost their color little by little. "Voldemort—"

He suddenly raised his head and bumped into a pair of magnificent wine red eyes. Voldemort's face turned a little pale, but his face became handsome again. Harry got stuck and subconsciously raised his body, "What do you think?" "Very good." Voldemort said calmly.He stared into the boy's clear green eyes, and the rapid worry in them made him grab his tail, "I think we need to talk." His hand moved away from the back of the boy's smooth and firm thigh, Harry seemed to realize this, and his whole cheeks burned again—"Oh, I think that one can be put aside for a while..." He dawdled back while quickly searching for his robes out of the corner of his eyes in embarrassment.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at him for two seconds, and then said unhurriedly, "Can I think you're inviting me?"

The silk quilt they were covering was lifted and hung over Harry's waistline, and he straightened up and sat directly on the man's thighs. He only cared about staying away from this embarrassing scene, but forgot the more dangerous... ...something hot was pressed between his buttocks, and Harry froze: "No, I'm not..." He stammered his answer for the first time, and Merlin knew why Voldemort couldn't blush and his heart beat under such circumstances Speaking, oh, the tone was quite steady: "Then don't move around." Harry froze in annoyance, "I didn't mean to." "That's a pity." Voldemort snorted.Didn't even bother.He seemed to have already prepared the draft, "I think I said I don't like things that get out of control. I can't deny that I set a precedent for you." He paused, pursed his lips, "Several times." He added road.

Harry opened his mouth and smiled helplessly, "Is it because I look like a person?" Voldemort was a little surprised, "No." He said softly, his tone was very slow, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Harry's words.After a few breaths, he understood a little: "Of course not."

"From the beginning to the end, there was only one Harry Potter." Voldemort said a little bluntly, "Yes, one is enough trouble."

"Trouble?" Harry sat up straight in dissatisfaction, and then gasped, the thing sank into the crevice of his buttocks, and the trembling that shot up from the tailbone almost made him lose his strength.Harry heard Voldemort's slight gasp, and thought almost bitterly - finally had some normal reaction.

"Didn't you always think that enemies were more appropriate?" Harry sneered.Want to try to lift the waist, oh, that's too hot.However, after a little friction, Voldemort stretched out his hand to pinch his waist: "So, are you torturing me?" He gritted his teeth and said. "I told you to get dressed first." Harry took a deep breath.

"That would just interrupt our conversation."

"Damn it, didn't you just now? Wait—" Harry suddenly realized something, fell silent, and slowly looked at Voldemort with a stunned look, as if he said uncertainly: "You just said, why did you I'm making an exception, it's just...me?"

Voldemort didn't like the perturbation in the boy's eyes at this moment, he laughed calmly: "I never knew you were such an unconfident person. Where did the courage to yell at me before? I remember you were Gryffindor, not Hercules Chippa, the Sorting Hat will cry when it finds out about your performance."

Harry glared at him and said with difficulty, "You can't talk properly? Huh?" Something in him exploded with joy, and Harry felt guilty about it, a small voice in his head said, how can you so happy?Think who he is, think what he does!Another voice is yelling, you know what he means!

Voldemort's expression was somewhat reluctant, and his tone was unnatural: "I thought it was a mistake—for me. But I can't deny that this may be the luckiest thing in my life." He said, deeply Frowning, "But I still don't think that's likely—you know what I mean." He frowned in disgust, the feeling of having to wait for a response was too bad, Voldemort had never been so passive before .

Sad, annoyed and amused, Harry leaned forward and stared at Voldemort's eyes that had turned black, applauding his audacity.The man's hand caressed his thin waist unconsciously - Harry's breathing was disturbed for a moment: "Is it so difficult to say?" He lightly touched the other's lips with his lips, but did not kiss.

Voldemort had to admit that this move was brilliant, he had never found Potter so attractive to him.Harry's cheeks flushed even more, oh, even if Voldemort gritted his teeth and said nothing, there was still something harder and thicker that betrayed him.

"If you mean what Dumbledore preached - love? I deny it." Voldemort said with a bit of gritted teeth.

"What if it was me?"

Harry said softly, rubbing their most sensitive parts against each other, Voldemort's hand caressing the boy's waist suddenly tightened, he took a deep breath, "Maybe—"

"Yes."

He squeezed the word through his teeth.As if punishing, he pinched the soft flesh under the palm of the boy's waist. Harry was caught off guard and let out a snort from his nose. Voldemort's eyes instantly became dark, but Harry smiled.

They were so close that Voldemort couldn't see his expression clearly, only Harry murmured: "But in this world, there are no ifs. I have to say, I'm sorry..."

I only have a lifespan of less than 20 years, and I have already lost this qualification.

Harry moved away from those soft and cold lips, tears glistening like ice crystals in his emerald green eyes. Voldemort's heart sank suddenly, the sudden surge of soreness and anger pinched the heart in his chest, he tightened his arms to not allow the boy to escape - their bodies were tightly pressed together, Voldemort unquestionably held the boy He pressed his head on his shoulder: "Why?"

Voldemort had pretty much predicted the boy's reaction, except for this one.Oh well, it never went well with the kid.There were cold tears running down his neck, almost burning him to the point of distraught. Voldemort rolled over and pressed the annoying boy under his body, honestly he was a little suspicious - Potter didn't even shed a tear when he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.He had never seen this kind of liquid emanating from those emerald green eyes, Voldemort felt that he was being tempted, and he gently moved closer to kiss the rolling drops.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Harry shook his head and said almost tremblingly, "We are enemies, aren't we? I can't be with you." Voldemort narrowed his wine-red eyes, staring at him closely, Harry's brain was almost frantically picking up Start Occlumency. Voldemort didn't use Legilimency at all, he knew right away that Harry was lying.

"Harry, my patience is limited, you're lying." Voldemort's voice dropped suddenly with a dangerous hiss.This time he rubbed the boy's buttocks instead, Harry looked up sadly, "Look, how much you like my touch... your body is much more honest than your mouth. So, tell me..." Voldemort Pressing his struggling hand on the top of Harry's head, the other cold hand kneaded the boy's tender thigh ambiguously, bending it along the line, Harry gasped and found that he was humiliated The posture presented in front of Voldemort——

"Do not--"

In the joy that burst out like a magnetic pole, Harry bit his lips firmly: "Are you going to force me?" Voldemort kissed his somewhat pale lips lightly, seeing the boy's helplessness in his eyes, and making Harry a little What's embarrassing is that those magnificent red eyes, although dangerously dark, are very calm: "Slytherins never do things that are not sure, and I'm sure you have the same feelings for me - don't doubt the Dark Lord's will." Observation ability." He moved slightly away from Harry's seductive lips, "If it was the reason you said, you would not have taken the initiative to go to that cave." He moved his body, and Harry was blocked by some unspeakable place Stuck at the entrance, "No, you can't..."

"If you don't say it." Voldemort's dark red eyes fixed on Harry, and the thing poked inside menacingly.Harry gasped, "No, please—"

Voldemort let out a low curse, and it took almost all of his willpower to restrain himself from rushing in fiercely.He never knew that just such a trembling word could make him excited. "Is there anything you want to say? Huh?" He breathlessly kissed along the boy's cheek.

Harry was trembling even for breathing, and there was a trace of hesitation and fear deep in his heart.

Falling in love with the enemy was something he had long since reluctantly admitted, and Harry had taken a huge risk to help Voldemort, simply because he himself was the ultimate and most powerful weapon.The price in exchange for his life was too heavy, and he didn't intend to let anyone know.If it was before, he could comfort himself that Voldemort valued power and interests and would not care about his life or death, but now...

Shouldn't this be more decisive?

Think about it, what a powerful wizard the other party is, and he will live for many years.What about you?

Gaining and losing is the most painful thing, and no one has it more deeply than Harry.

And what Voldemort said was very clear, the luckiest thing in life - was that no one loved him like this before?This strengthened Harry's thoughts, he clenched his cold fingertips numbly, "As you can imagine, I do fall in love with you—"

"But I can't be with you."

Voldemort laughed back angrily, and he evoked a Slytherin smile: "Unfortunately, it's too late." His delicate and soft voice sounded in Harry's ear, "It's easy for me to give up, I remember the information Show, you know the Patronus spell, right?"

Harry nodded subconsciously.

"Then, to please me, show me...huh?" Voldemort bit his blood-red earlobe threateningly, and Harry's eyes widened dully...this gesture?Patronus?He shook his head desperately, no, how is this possible, he has always regarded the patron saint as an extension of his father's love——

The hideous thing continued to penetrate an inch, and Harry almost blushed and paled, and whispered, "I, I don't have a wand in my hand..."

"I thought you should be able to quickly comprehend the corresponding wandless magic." Voldemort chuckled, "Given your current situation."

"You're making things difficult!" Harry was embarrassed and angry at the same time. After Voldemort's threatening "huh?", he could only grit his teeth and try to ignore the vile provocative thing at the entrance—the man's hand clenched tightly. Pressing his leg, he couldn't move at all——

"Call God to protect..." Harry tried to recall the feeling when he got the Firebolt and flew into the sky.

There was a thin silver mist in the air, very thin, Voldemort sneered, "Concentrate, my boy..." He sucked and licked the other's shoulder almost sweetly, and Harry was deliberately pulled out by him. The voice was flushed with embarrassment, "It seems that you have no responsibility at all." He gritted his teeth, "Don't forget what you said, if I do it, you will give up!"

Harry resignedly baited on the luscious pleasure of the moment, saying the spell again:

"Call God Guard!"

A bright silver mist suddenly appeared in the air, and it surged and filled the entire bedroom.Harry thought that the physical Patronus must be longer than the last time it had been seen - as it had been lately.

But his thought hadn't disappeared, suddenly, a big silver snake rushed out of the mist, its ten-foot-long body circled the bed, swimming in the void, and finally the flat snake head stopped in front of them, touching them gently. Touched Harry on the cheek - who was staring at it blankly, startled.

And Voldemort raised his eyebrows, stared into its almost iconic ruby ​​eyes, and laughed happily.