Doomed to be an enemy

Harry woke up instantly as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water. "Someone is coming!" Voldemort cursed in a low voice, allowing the boy to struggle and jump off the ground—the footsteps were getting closer, Harry's heart was pounding, and he dragged Voldemort into the farthest half-covered compartment. Suddenly, almost as soon as he locked the door, there was a sudden and distinct sound of tapping and talking pouring into the bathroom.

"Why is the door just repaired stuck again?" Harry held his breath suddenly, and found out stiffly that there seemed to be more than one compartment opening next door... So these people were always there just now? "This is a public place, you don't think I've done anything, do you?" Voldemort whispered softly against the boy's ear, "Is it exciting under their noses?" He didn't know when Firmly hugging the boy's waist, rubbing his lower abdomen ambiguously.Harry glared at him angrily, "You knew—!"

"That's right." Voldemort admitted bluntly, curling the corners of his lips, "I don't like the way they look at you, some eyes." His Harry is too young, and the big things he does are extremely inconsistent with his appearance, which adds to the tension Thoughts that some people shouldn't have.Even those people knew it was just a thought.

"What look?" said Harry, confused.He didn't notice the subtleties, but the frequent drinking by the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters, and even the Verga Valley, as well as the occasional fiery eyes glued to the boy, made Voldemort unhappy.His hands started to move irregularly, ignoring Harry's slight struggle, he slowly moved into his trousers——

Harry snorted and clamped his legs together.

"do not……"

Voldemort bit his ear lightly, "Of course not here, little boy."

"I really didn't expect this, and I don't blame you." A man's voice suddenly sounded from the bathroom that had been quiet for a while. Even though he knew that there was a sound-proof spell, Harry still held his breath involuntarily and pressed Voldemort tightly. The troublesome hand, the latter kissed his burning cheek, a trace of hesitation slipped in his heart, the voice was a bit familiar.

There was a moment of silence, and then a young man with a clear voice raised his voice and said, "It's not like there's no chance at all. The master's liking is based on the fact that Harry Potter is the savior who can stand against him—in other words, the master Appreciate the strong." "There will be no second Potter in this world." The first voice sneered.

Harry opened his eyes wide, realizing that the other party was two Death Eaters. He felt Voldemort settle down, but the surging magic power revealed the other party's uneasy mood.Behind him, Voldemort showed a silent and warm smile - he already knew the other party's identity.Lips touched the warm skin on the side of the boy's neck, and Voldemort was quite pleased with Harry's drunken state.

And outside, the two Death Eaters, unaware of their existence, continued to talk. "I also have no expectations for this." The young man seemed unmoved, and said with a sneer, "If the master doesn't get it, then everything can go back to the original point." "Do you think the master didn't get it?"

"No, the important thing is the result..."

The young man's voice lowered, but it was still clear in this quiet environment: "I don't mind being used as a substitute all the time."

"The current situation is obviously impossible." The first voice was somewhat contemptuous, "Winches, do you remember the master's order? He doesn't want to see you again."

"It's true that I didn't appear in front of the master, didn't I?" Winches said coldly.

"But obviously you are attached to your master's favor, and I have to say that whatever you are going to do, don't involve me."

Winches seemed to be laughing at him: "Stran, that's not what you said when you sent me out. Now that you've got the benefits, don't you want to bother with me?" The man paused, his tone a little hasty, "That's what you said As if you didn't get any benefit, the master is never stingy."

"I heard that the master has not summoned you for a long time. Since when?" "This has nothing to do with you."

"Really? If you think so..." Winches dropped the words mockingly, and the footsteps gradually left.

Stellan cursed in a low voice, hesitated for a while, and walked away with resounding steps.

A moment of silence.

Harry felt a burning pain in his lungs, and he realized that he hadn't breathed for a long time.He exhaled lightly, pulled Voldemort's hand away forcefully, almost with complicated emotions, and turned around. Voldemort sensed the boy's determination—it made him feel a little subtle, but he didn't show it on his face. He observed the boy's expression calmly.Harry raised his eyebrows high, seemed dissatisfied with his composure, and put his arms around his neck.

"Old lover? Huh?!" Harry smiled brightly and proudly.

In fact, he was about to explode with anger. The Dark Lord never dragged his feet when he did things. This time, he didn't stop these people from thinking. What was he doing?Do you really think that you will be interested in renewing your old dream in the future?Harry's wand slipped out of his sleeve silently, and pressed against the man's chest coldly, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No, Harry." Voldemort immediately felt relieved, showing a charming smile, "You are my first lover." Regardless of the pain in his heart, he lowered his head and sweetly kissed the boy's forehead and bridge of nose , The tip of the nose.Harry stepped back, leaning against the wall of the cubicle, gritting his teeth and tilting his head to avoid the kiss that almost fell on his lips. The tip of Voldemort's tongue only landed on the corner of his mouth, but slipped vaguely between his lips, haha Leigh sneered angrily, "You didn't touch them, how could it make people miss you?" Voldemort paused, and spread his hands in compromise, in fact, he was thinking about the reason quickly in his heart - the boy's sharp eyesight was hardly like Drunk man, oh, he can't reveal the process of his lust in the first place.

"The Dark Lord is good at manipulating people's hearts, Harry..."

Voldemort weighed his words, "Don't compare yourself to them, that's incomparable." He stretched out his thin fingers to touch the boy's cheek, "No one can compare to you." Harry felt the pain in his chest A bit of resentment was slowly softening, and he tried to keep himself serious, oh, don't let the bastard get too complacent.

"Oh? Don't plan to continue with them? It's a pity, the Death Eaters are very discerning when picking people for you." Harry said in a cold tone.However, the subtle changes in expression did not escape Voldemort's observation, and a smile flashed in the Dark Lord's eyes.

"Harry, you're jealous..." His smile widened slowly, a little playfully, and Harry closed his mouth and glanced away with an ugly face-as if this could resist the smug approaching Voldemort pressed against his cheek with a smirk, and touched the boy's ear with his lips—that embarrassing laugh was so full of presence, Harry gritted his teeth angrily, and his ears suddenly became wet, haha By the time Leigh realized what it was, the tip of his cunning tongue had already lightly brushed over the earholes... "You—" He suddenly raised his hands to cover his ears—but Voldemort moved close to him as if he had expected it, and his hands suddenly Pressing hard on the boy's arms, they touched almost everywhere, and the knees were undeniably squeezed between the boy's legs.

The soft tongue teased the boy's sensitive ears like a snake letter, and the overlapping magic fields accompanied by sensitive sparks ran across his back like a burst of electricity, Harry's breathing became rapid, and he avoided his cheeks Can't get rid of the other party's teasing. "I admit it was my mistake this time, there will be no next time." The slight hiss that was almost whispered was hoarse, but damn sexy, and Harry felt his eardrums itching and his spine numb in disgust... Voldemort seemed to be still As if it wasn't enough, he pressed his flexible waist and rubbed his lower abdomen, "No, the clothes will wrinkle." Harry managed to restrain himself from the excitement rising from the tailbone, and he didn't ignore the sudden rush of the other party. Pat breathed, "Feel it, my boy? Only you can get me this high."

Voldemort's tone was quite hasty, and Harry finally blushed uncontrollably—even though he didn't want to let this smooth-talking bastard go.Smelling from the alcohol, he lay his head on Voldemort's shoulder in a dizzy moment, and slowly lowered his wand, but the tip of the wand slipped past Voldemort's belly with a hint of menace, "There will be no next time." ’” Harry said reluctantly, taking a deep breath.

He suddenly didn't want to forgive so easily, oh, it's a pity that he doesn't know any punishment spells... The only Cruciatus Curse he knows-Harry frowned, and firmly suppressed the reluctance surging in his mind, and put this Disgusting proposals kicked in the corners of his mind, and he began to rummage through his dull head for the right spell.

"of course."

Voldemort was terrified to feel the boy forcefully put the wand back into his pocket. He didn't miss the thoughts and emotions coming from the Horcrux. He raised his hand and caressed the boy's blushing cheek helplessly, gently Bite the tip of his nose, and then his lips... "Mmm." Harry hummed in satisfaction, Voldemort's slender fingers slid down the boy's waist, suddenly he made a movement, and let go of the boy With the tip of his tongue numb from being sucked, Harry supported the man's shoulders, the corners of Voldemort's lips tightened in his dizzy vision, and he had already coldly drawn out his bone-colored wand, which made Harry's consciousness clear suddenly .

"Damn little Barty Crouch! A pug! Hey!"

Through the sound-proof spell, there was a vague curse and the sound of beating on the cubicle door from far to near, as if the last one who hadn't found a vacant seat was photographed, "Damn it!" , There was a bang, and the compartment door trembled violently.

It seems to be kicked in by a Death Eater?

Voldemort's face was quite exciting, Harry suppressed a smile and leaned against the wall.This happened until they—to be exact, after Voldemort used the Invisibility Charm to help the two of them out of the bathroom, Harry still couldn't stand up laughing—even if Voldemort silently squeezed his hand tighter and tighter. .In the gentle dance music, the crystal valley in the sky is really dropping ice crystals down, and it is very cold when it rushes into the neck.

However, it is indeed as beautiful as a dream.There are not a few people who pursue romance, and the two of them still have the invisibility spell, but they didn't meet anyone along the way.He saw members of the Order of the Phoenix joking, two friends dancing, and Death Eaters chatting in twos and threes.The ice crystals falling into his collar made Harry shiver from the cold, and then he was pulled into his arms fiercely by Voldemort, "Have you laughed enough? Huh?"

A black cloak was gathered around him unceremoniously, Voldemort fastened it unhurriedly, a dangerous smirk appeared on his handsome face.Realizing that something was wrong, Harry coughed, "Need I apologize?"

"That's not necessary."

The corners of Voldemort's lips curled up, and Voldemort canceled their invisibility spell when Harry noticed the malicious smile - with the crowd dancing all around turning their backs on them.

"Well, Mr. Potter, how about a dance?"

Voldemort took a step back, gracefully bent over and stretched out his hand, and said softly, the unique words with a slight hiss sounded in people's ears with the dissipated magic power.