Doomed to be an enemy

"Bad luck? Huh?" Harry couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and when he was put on the bed by Voldemort, he suddenly rolled over and pressed the man under him. "Oh, I'm flattered by your enthusiasm today." Voldemort raised his eyebrows and chuckled provocatively, his dark red eyes were damn charming. "That would be great." Harry slowly leaned over to kiss the other person's cheek as if tempted, and when he tried to bite down the neck along the skin, he was blocked by the robe.A hint of cunning flashed in Harry's eyes, and as soon as Voldemort moved, he heard a stab, and under the weak fluctuation of the magic power of the Splitting Curse, a strip of cloth left his neck, and was bitten and blown aside provocatively by the boy.

Her emerald green eyes looked at him with a slight smile.

"Harry..." Voldemort said softly, feeling the heat all over his body go to his lower abdomen.The boy didn't stop his pranks, the petal-like lips pressed against the skin exposed under the torn clothes, and the tip of the tongue touched lightly like a feather, rolling along the torn gap, Voldemort slightly Closing his eyes, it wasn't so comfortable and ecstatic, but the other party was his favorite lover, and it immediately became unbearable.Not long after, there was another ear-piercing sound of silk tearing, and Voldemort felt helpless, he was really a wild and unruly little lion.Opening his eyes, he unexpectedly saw Harry's emerald green eyes turning dull, like Avada Kedavra, astonishingly beautiful, but also astonishingly dangerous.

He had never seen a boy like this before.

Voldemort evoked a haughty and smug smile, "Do you like it?" He didn't care at all about the clothes on his body that the boy deliberately tore -- as if he wasn't the one who was in a mess.It was undeniable that such a Dark Lord could hardly make Harry look away: "Exceeded expectations," he said.

The division spell with a wider range fluctuated at the same time, completely tearing up the already disfigured wizard robe.This made Voldemort chuckle, "Harry, Harry, it's not okay to be so rough, huh?" "Since you said that..." Harry gave him a bright smile, stepped back, and kissed the man's belly umbilical fossa, Voldemort gasped lightly, and suddenly tensed his whole body, "How do you know—"

The characteristic hissing sound became inaudible, Harry was quite surprised in his heart, he just imitated Voldemort's caress on the bed... So this is the other party's sensitive spot?Squinting his eyes, he sucked harder. Voldemort's slender fingers caressed his head, and his fingertips penetrated into the messy black hair. He wanted to force but let go repeatedly.Harry regretfully let go of the bitten red spot. He finally understood why Voldemort always liked to tease himself... This thought flashed through his mind, and he was dragged into his arms by a hand for a moment in a daze. The world was spinning, the man was like a lazy snake covering him, the cold and scorching magic field overlapped joyfully, Harry blinked, and found that his only advantage was gone, "Are you angry?"

Voldemort's arms were propped beside the boy, his breathing was rapid, his breath was like snake letters brushing against his cheeks, they were so close, Harry stared blankly at those dark red eyes that were almost bleeding.He had never seen the Dark Lord lose his composure like this before, "Have a good time? Huh?" Voldemort's voice was hoarse, and his characteristic hissing became short.Harry heard the danger in it: "Sorry, I didn't know it was your—" He couldn't help a small smile, "Sensitive, right?"

Like a snake baring its fangs, Voldemort smiled instead, and said softly, "Don't lie to me, the Dark Lord knows everything."

Harry couldn't help laughing under his breath, causing Voldemort to narrow his dark red eyes, "You look very energetic, little boy. Can I assume you're ready?"

Suddenly, Harry's laughter seemed to be cut off.

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The silk pajamas were discarded on the ground, besides there were many pieces of black cloth, and the half-drawn bed curtain couldn't hide the ambiguous scene inside.No matter how Voldemort tried to seduce, Harry just didn't agree with the posture of lying down: "I want to look at you." He blushed and said, which undoubtedly made Voldemort's not-so-good mood immediately very happy, and he listened to the boy's ear While chuckling, "Watch how I get into you, huh?" "Oh, shut up." Harry looked away awkwardly, he would never be so cheeky. Voldemort stared at the slowly turning red earlobes in front of him, and smiled silently.This time Harry was exceptionally enthusiastic and proactive, shrewdly aware that his emotions had overwhelmed the boy, and oh, he loved the reassurance.So, despite having moved on from that dark thought, Voldemort was cunningly hiding it.

He likes the way the boy loses control in his arms, the way the boy resists in embarrassment and courage, and he also likes the way he bravely contradicts himself, oh, now there is another one, the young seduction, eh?These thoughts made Voldemort's breath short, and his proud self-control was thrown at Merlin.

A few hours later, Voldemort carried the boy with limp legs into the bathroom that had been cast with the Space Expansion Charm.Harry couldn't help but be speechless every time he saw this huge bathtub. It could be used as a swimming pool.The house-elves seemed to have prepared hot water ahead of time, and it was just the right temperature as they walked down.

"feelling better?"

Watching Voldemort lazily stretching his body in the water, Harry couldn't help but place a kiss on the other's tight lips, leaving him as soon as he touched him, without giving him any room to express himself. Voldemort didn't bother with him, he just kissed the boy on the cheek, "Harry, we have to leave."

Harry froze, complex brilliance mixed into his emerald green eyes. "But we are not sure if the vampires have really retreated..." "They retreated to Italy, I got the definite news." Voldemort took the boy in his arms, "We can't stay in France forever, the war is over Come to an end, you can't do everything for them."

What's more, there is still a lot of things waiting in the UK.

Harry didn't speak, but quietly added the second half of the sentence in his heart.Still unable to stop the reluctance and panic in his heart, he tried his best to suppress it, "So, you have already made a decision? When will you leave?" Of course Voldemort would not miss the boy's momentary stiffness, his heart seemed to be in suspense His boy was equally reluctant, Voldemort couldn't help but kiss Harry on the forehead, "It's not me, it's us." He calmed Harry's anxiety softly, "You want the Order of the Phoenix Continue the truce with the Death Eaters, and we'll have to go home together."

Harry nodded slightly, "What about the vampires? You don't really think they just retreated, do you?"

"Of course not." Voldemort raised his hand, sliding his fingertips on Harry's cheeks, "The things we prepared can't be wasted, the step back is to better plan the final battle. Don't forget, those things can only be given to you." The strongest vampire drinks it, and only then will it be able to avoid future troubles forever."

"Harry..."

He leaned close to the boy he liked, rubbed his straight nose bridges against each other, and his lips kept away from each other, "I will wait for you at Enfield's house at night when I return to England." Harry opened his mouth, feeling as if his throat had been caught by something. Blocked, "I may not necessarily go." He heard his own hoarse voice, and Voldemort's knowing laughter.

This affair was probably the shortest Harry had ever experienced. At least Voldemort hadn't forgotten their business, sitting on the sofa in the living room covered with thick blankets, Harry saw that after Voldemort lifted the magic on the door, there was an endless stream of Death Eaters coming in within a few minutes, and they brought a large number of them. The dossier is the investigation report on Italy, and all the materials.

The sky was still dark, so it must have been four or five o'clock in the morning.Harry thought.

The Death Eaters were no different, and neither was the Order of the Phoenix. They couldn't rest all night during the busiest times.It was just a little longer this time, no one would break into Voldemort's level of magic, and it also gave Harry a rare few hours of rest, well, strictly speaking, half of it doesn't count.When Hermione put down the information of the new members of the Order of the Phoenix, her face turned pale.Harry looked up from a dozen battle plans—oh, the blood races are all back to Italy, and most of these have to be revised—and looked at his friend worriedly: "Hermione, you look like you need to rest."

The witch sat next to him and forced a smile, but her eyes were fixed on Harry, as if she was looking at everything carefully, as if she was afraid that he might be hurt somewhere, Harry was extremely uncomfortable, "I can't get in here at noon We're all worried." She cast a quick glance at Voldemort, who was sitting behind the long table at the other end, who didn't seem to be looking at her at all.But she still held back and whispered without using the silencing spell to lower her voice.

"Sorry, I... I fell asleep." Harry couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Hermione's eyes were red, obviously unable to sleep from worrying all the time. Hermione carefully observed Harry's expression and found that he There was nothing unusual before he breathed a sigh of relief, "Tell us next time, even if we are cooperating, you and the Dark Lord are not good enough to rest in the same tent." Take out a round crystal ball, only the size of an apple core, and attach a piece of parchment. "Harry, there is no next time." She stuffed all these things to Harry. "This is for you, and I have written the usage in it. If you need anything, just call us."

No matter how softly she spoke, it was very obvious in a quiet environment.Harry stared dumbfounded at Hermione's quick talk, then got up and left -- quite imposingly.

The tent fell silent all of a sudden, Harry met Voldemort's calm gaze, looked down at the parchment in his arms, and after reading it, he realized that the crystal ball was a magical version of an alarm - only effective for himself.The key is "your best spell".Harry's first reaction was his own fire, and then he realized that it wasn't a spell, so it was only the Disarming Charm.If it is another wizard's spell, the crystal ball will be destroyed due to the mismatch.

Harry felt even more guilty about how worried Hermione had to be to make this thing.Relatively speaking, Voldemort was a little subtle. He didn't forget that Hermione Granger said "whatever is needed" when he left. He was playing with his wand. Was it threatened by a child?