Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry opened his eyes, the room was dark.The light was deliberately adjusted to a comfortable level, the soft silk quilt covered his body, and the warmth made him so comfortable that he didn't want to get up. The fatigue of the past few days was swept away, and Harry couldn't remember when he fell asleep .He turned his head to look at the thick curtains hesitantly, feeling that more than an hour or two had passed.

Sitting up, Harry found that his clothes had been changed into silk pajamas, his wand was placed on the bedside table, and there was a suspiciously empty crystal bottle next to it—with the lid open, Harry could smell a faint fragrance from it . "Could it be perfume?" he wondered inappropriately, which was obviously unlikely since Harry had never smelled it on Voldemort.Rubbing his forehead, he lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. The carpet in Voldemort's bedroom was thick enough for him to be barefoot without worrying about the cold.Harry searched around but couldn't find his own robe. He picked up his wand and pushed open the door. The hallway was very quiet, but a faint voice came from the study. It was Voldemort's voice. Harry instinctively took two steps closer.

"... Mulciber has been sent to Saint-Germont—severe magical backlash, and the doctors don't think he can survive it." It was Gargson's voice, and Harry remembered this Death Eater. "It seems that we have been discovered. Yes, that day will come sooner or later. What is the last news?" Voldemort's tone was not surprised at all.

"Master, it's an image."

The room fell silent, and Harry suddenly realized that this was Voldemort dealing with the internal matters of the Death Eaters, and it was different from the application forms of several young wizards.He was hesitating to retreat when Voldemort's voice sounded again in the room: "Good job, you go back first."

"Yes Master."

Footsteps sounded muffled, as if they were getting closer to the door.Harry's heart skipped a beat, realizing that something was wrong.There's not even a place to hide here, and he's in his pajamas, and a Death Eater is about to bump into it all—

Invisibility cloak?I didn't bring that thing with me at all.

A series of spells ran through Harry's mind, the Invisibility Curse, the Disillusionment Curse... Finally he found to his chagrin that he couldn't do most of them.He could not help but grab his wand and silently retreated to the wall, intending to be rude - the Stunning Spell was a good idea.His body was close to the wall, and when he was against the wall, a door that was almost the same color as the wall slid inward silently, and at the same time, the door of the study also opened outward.

Before Harry could think about it, he slid in through the gap and quickly closed the door.

It was a gray and oppressive room, the curtains were drawn, and a few balls of magic light lit up when someone came in. The cold metal torture frame and the torture chair were placed in the middle, and there was still dried blood on it.Although there wasn't a single instrument of torture here, Harry was well aware that those things wizards could conjure up through Polymorph or Summoning, it was clearly a torture chamber. Harry was very uncomfortable in Voldemort's torture cell.

He has not forgotten his original intention, and has been carefully listening to the movement outside, but as if he has been cast with a permanent silencing spell, he can't hear anything.Just as he was focusing on the door and staring there, Harry suddenly sensed something was wrong, and almost instinctively wanted to cast an offensive spell—but felt the familiar magic force forcefully stop.

Then there was a pulling force—as if someone was pulling his back, and he was thrown into the middle of the torture chair without any doubt.

"Look who I've caught..." With a mocking smile, Harry glared at Voldemort, while the tall man stood on the other side, his tone so hideous. "Let me go, Voldemort." Harry frowned, and the spell pushed him down on the chair, the cold metal passing through the thin silk to his body.

"It's hard to say." Voldemort dragged his tone as the black and voluminous robe slipped across the carpet, appearing a little lazy.Soon he came to the boy.Harry's pajamas, which were loosely tied with silk ribbons, had long been unraveled by the violent movement just now, oh, and his boy's pajamas had nothing under them - of course, he put them on for him himself. Voldemort watched with admiring eyes, Harry realized this, and immediately wanted to close the skirt of his shirt. Voldemort's slender hand held the bone-colored wand and tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair—the chains immediately wrapped around Harry's arms as if alive, binding them firmly to the armrest.

"Voldemort—" Harry growled angrily.The bondage made him unable to hide his predicament.Oh shit, he's never been so embarrassed. Voldemort raised the corners of his lips and bent his body against the back of the chair, "It's just a little punishment - eavesdropping is not a good habit." Harry paused, and immediately retorted: "I didn't eavesdrop." "I still believe in myself judgment." Voldemort showed a charming smile, "Then add another reason, what do you think of "snubbing a partner"?" His long and thin hands slid down the boy's cheeks, and his fingertips touched his chest and lower abdomen , he likes the way the boy's skin tightens because of this subtle tease.

So, that's the point.

Harry thought angrily.The curse should have been thrown over just now, but it wouldn't kill him anyway.Those emerald green eyes stared at Voldemort for a while, then lowered his head to glance at the chain that was ready to move, "I didn't know you still had this hobby." He looked at the raised eyebrow Dark Lord with a look of disgust, However, at such a close distance, Voldemort could clearly feel the tension in the boy's heart, which made him excited.

"No," he said softly, "it's just you... Harry."

Voldemort's dark red eyes deepened, and a soft, sympathetic kiss fell on the boy's cheek, "What are you thinking, little boy." Oh, Harry blushed shamefully.The gentle coaxing against the eardrum made his heart feel like a clockwork. Voldemort smiled softly, "I won't do anything to you." His breath stirred the boy's nerves vaguely, yes, he knew too many magics that could be used at this moment, but Voldemort didn't want any of them use.The desire bursting from the bottom of my heart was unexpectedly strong, but also unexpectedly soft.Enduring the feverish embarrassment, Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Then let me go."

"Of course." Voldemort smiled and untied Harry very generously.

Unsurprisingly, the opponent's signature Disarming Charm was in front of him - don't think he didn't see the boy's veiny hand clenched tightly on his wand, and Voldemort waved his wand lazily to spread out an invisible barrier.The spell fell away, and Harry quickly moved away from the chair, his emerald green eyes becoming even more startlingly clear with annoyance. "It's a good silent spell. In fact, you can try to use it when I'm close."

Voldemort explained kindly.

Harry gritted his teeth, and while pulling up the front of his shirt, he stared at Voldemort vigilantly: "You don't need to remind—" Harry quickly snapped back, aiming at the opponent's robe, of course. Voldemort deflected the spell, "This is really enthusiastic." He sat around the chair and calmly dealt with Harry's successive spells, and was able to make some jokes at first, but when Harry increased his magic power output, Voldemort couldn't laugh anymore.Harry's magical powers are so extreme that even ordinary spells can suppress black magic quite a bit-this almost overturns the common sense in the wizarding world, you must know that black magic is known for its excellent damage.

This may be related to the boy's extreme aversion to black magic.

However, almost all of Voldemort's spells had the nature of black magic.In less serious situations, he also has to put in a little effort, oh, it's not a good look to be ripped off by this kind of school-level magic. Voldemort dodges, the shattering spell hit the torture chair, the golden rune disappeared in a flash, and the whole chair shattered into pieces the size of a fingernail. Voldemort's magic was weird and tricky, not like Harry's rage Attacking like a lion in a storm, but finding the right opportunity to fight back, Harry was in a hurry.

You come and go, the simple spells are almost played out by them.

In the end, Harry failed to tear off Voldemort's robe as he wished. Instead, after being tempted to smash the execution rack, Harry was immediately knocked away by a powerful disarming spell.When Voldemort returned his wand in a rather gentlemanly manner, Harry's face was still grim.

"Come on, Harry, I have more experience than you." Voldemort chuckled.

"It's nothing, I can't afford to lose." Harry shook his head.

"Will you bet? Huh?" Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, and summoned a familiar bed from the thin air.Harry stared speechlessly at the lifted quilt above, still retaining the look he had left.This is the bed in the bedroom.In the messy duel scene, Harry had a bad feeling.

"what?"

"It's a custom in the wizarding world." Voldemort approached the boy he liked leisurely, and gently touched Harry's cheek with his fingers, "The loser in the duel must promise a reasonable request to the winner." He said softly.

Harry froze.

"Then I assume what you just said means..." He elongated his tone deliberately, and his fingertips had slipped into the loose pajamas presumptuously.A cold hand caressed his shoulder and neck ambiguously, and Harry pressed him firmly: "I didn't know there was such a rule." Voldemort's hand pulled the boy into his arms, "Now you know It's gone." Harry clutched his sore nose—after a moment of relaxation, the pajamas came off with the hand that slid down his back, Voldemort's chin stroked the boy's messy hair, his dark red eyes flashed A tinge of chilling desire and forbearance, "I'm serious, it's been a month, Harry. Don't you want to comfort your poor mate?"

"This is the worst courtship I've ever heard."

Harry felt something was wrong, Voldemort seemed to be in a bad mood.He slowly and quietly let the other party hug him, even though the man's lower abdomen was rubbing against him restlessly, Harry did not avoid it.Oh, the body that has been abstinent for a month is completely aroused - but the worry in his heart overwhelms the embarrassment, and there is a strong heartbeat in the chest on the pillow, and Harry can't help but look up: "You are very strange today, after all What's wrong."

Voldemort looked down at him silently, the boy's emerald green eyes were pretending to be calm but couldn't hide the worry inside, the restless beast was suddenly thrown into the cage.Yes, it is it who should go in, not the boy he likes.Even if they will part ways after returning to China, even if their relationship fades over time... absolutely. Voldemort evoked a cruel smile in his heart, but in reality he raised his hand to gently caress the boy's cheek, "I just want to make one thing clear."

Stared at by countless people's terrified dark red eyes, Harry didn't flinch. He wasn't quite sure if Voldemort was just talking to himself.Now he seems to be the role of a psychological advisor, Voldemort's psychological advisor?This is crazy.Blinking his eyes, Harry stretched his arms around the man's arm, took a deep breath, and rarely took the initiative to kiss Voldemort's tightly pursed thin lips, biting lightly, with the tip of his tongue brushing tentatively between his lips, persevering.Oh, the boy has been asked by him so many times, and his kissing skills still haven't improved much.But it was this clumsy kiss trying to please him that made Voldemort's breath short. "As you said, I know now..." Harry backed away slightly at this moment, his cheeks were a little hot, "Are you going to back down?"

Voldemort's dark red eyes suddenly became extremely deep, "No, of course not." He said softly, his lips touched Harry's, their breaths mingled together, and even the air was scorching hot. "By the way, this is also the worst courtship I've ever heard."

my boy.