Doomed to be an enemy

In a luxurious bedroom the size of a Hogwarts classroom, after taking a shower, Harry was not surprised that his dirty clothes on the chair disappeared again, and he threw himself into the soft big bed covered with a dark golden blanket, The wand was tucked under the pillow.The quartz clock on the wall showed that it was 02:30 in the morning.

Harry stared at the ceiling and put his hand on his chest - it didn't hurt at all now.

He was no fool, and he could probably guess that it had something to do with what Voldemort himself did when he fused the Horcruxes.Harry thought it might belong to the category of soul magic. Voldemort must have known, but hadn't told him.This shows that the other party is not sure that they can solve this problem.Waves of drowsiness set in and Harry yawned, oh, now he just wished it was a guest room, he wasn't at all uninterested in sharing the bed with anyone in the Malfoy family.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the door of the room opened. "I thought you were asleep." Voldemort's magic power was a little cold, but also a little active, obviously not long ago he was still using magic spells.He watched the boy who was sitting up pointing his wand accurately in his hand, and said so without any surprise on his face.

"I'm indeed asleep." Harry relaxed his arms, and his tone was a little helpless. His current spirit was simply aroused after being tossed like this.Harry snorted dissatisfiedly, "Goed to the wrong room?"

Voldemort paused as he walked over, raised his eyebrows and looked around pretendingly, "It seems..." The other party's face was a bit embarrassed, "This is my room." This time it was Harry who was in trouble, he looked Seeing Voldemort sitting beside him unceremoniously, he found his voice in surprise, "Are you crazy? Arranged me in your room!?"

"Little boy, you are barking too loudly. I remember your friend next door?" Voldemort smiled, and cast a silencing spell with a wave of his wand. "I lived in this room when I first came here," he said. He put his arms around Harry's shoulders, leaned closer and kissed the boy's tense cheek, "It's a little joke, don't mind."

Harry gritted his teeth, feeling that the other party was getting more and more cunning in their bickering.He changed the subject: "What are you going to do about the attack tonight?" Harry stared at Voldemort's dark red eyes that were more magnificent under the starlight, "You erased Angus' memory and let him go in with the wounded." Saint-Germans means that he is not going to be charged with this crime, but he has to give everyone an explanation."

"Think that if I let the principal culprit go, there will be no scapegoat?" Voldemort said quite concisely.

"No." Harry hesitated, "I mean, there is no need for a scapegoat, we can announce the truth." "That's a really good idea, tell those you saved that the attacker was an old member of the Order of the Phoenix The distant relatives of my family have involved so many people’s lives because of personal grievances.” Voldemort chuckled, and stroked the boy’s cheeks with his white and thin fingers, “Harry, do you want to awaken their fear of me, or do you hate the story of the Order of the Phoenix? Too clean?"

Harry hesitated.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, and gently coaxed, "I know your worries, but Angus can't do this alone. He also has helpers. If you want to save him, we can push things over." to the accomplice." His boy was a blank slate in this regard, and the Dark Lord expected him to be tainted with a dark color.But Harry didn't understand the point of his words at all, he looked at Voldemort suspiciously: "It's not surprising that Angus has helpers, not everyone can tamper with the ceiling of the banquet hall of the Death Eaters headquarters. And he should Not being invited, I thought it was a Death Eater who would help."

"It's not just Death Eaters," Voldemort said softly, "there must be goblins involved in this matter. The Crystallization Curse is their specialty. In fact, I'm more inclined to be goblins or some of the Death Eaters. , Their requirements must be different from Mr. Hill's expectations, and he took advantage of them. I can see this from his mind."

Voldemort's tone was somewhat meaningful, "Sometimes what the people need is not the truth, but an acceptable reason. Now, do you still think it's appropriate to announce the truth?"

Harry opened his mouth, "I don't know."

"Okay," Voldemort could almost see the knotted nerves in the boy's brain, he kissed the boy's forehead with a light smile, "I promise you that the innocent will not be blamed, and I will handle this matter, Just watch." After a long while, Harry finally nodded, and added worriedly: "Promise me, don't distort the facts too much."

"I don't need to do that."

Voldemort breathed deeply into the boy's neck, and the aroma of the bath bubbles suddenly became quite enticing.His contented appearance made Harry feel a little uncomfortable, "Are you going to stay?" After saying that, Harry shut his mouth tightly again in annoyance, oh, he didn't want to appear so horny.A small voice inside him retorted, admit it, Harry, you were thinking about him.Even if you are only separated for a few days.

Voldemort's movements stopped, he even breathed lightly, he was pleasantly surprised by Harry's uneasiness.Oh, and is there anything better than the youthful initiative of the boy you like?His boy was worried about his rejection, but also didn't want him to look down on him, "Harry... this seems to be the first time you have kept me." Voldemort pecked the boy's soft neck, holding his palm along the spine. The sharp neck, with a bit of hardness - like a vampire eating.

Harry clenched the man's robe tightly, rubbing his fingers through the man's well-groomed hair, oh, this man can always easily jump his nerves, Harry can feel the man's rapid breathing and sucking, the overlapping magic field Let each other's feelings are infinitely improved. Voldemort's movements were very restrained, their stomachs were so hot when they touched each other, he finally squeezed the boy's petal-like lips tightly, and let out a squeak of water indifferently.

"Although I really want to do this, but I can't." Voldemort's voice was low and hoarse, his short curly hair was wet with sweat, and he looked a little disheveled because of the indulgence just now, "Harry, the reporter will arrive tomorrow morning. You have to keep best form."

Having said that, Voldemort's dark red eyes were so deep that they wanted to swallow him up, but the deep desire was suppressed by the other party.

"Well, sorry, I mean I didn't know about it."

Harry's cheeks flushed with fever, he nodded awkwardly, "But you're right, you should go to bed early." Oh Merlin, he didn't even know what he was talking about.Harry felt his body burn as he sank into the soft bed. Voldemort let out a silent chuckle, and put his arms around the boy's side, "Just sleep like this, don't you feel uncomfortable, little boy?"

He deliberately teased in a sweet and low tone.Harry blushed and tried to cover his reaction, but the man stopped him.

"It's up to you whether to do it or not," Harry said through his teeth, his cheeks almost smoking.Oh, he wasn't embarrassed to be rejected by the old bastard. Voldemort's smile suddenly became ambiguous and meaningful. "It looks like you're not very good at handling situations like this. Let me guess, if I hadn't taught you last time, you wouldn't have solved it with your hands." "It's none of your business," Harry said embarrassedly. "So there really isn't one." Voldemort said slowly, his slender fingers gently unbuttoned the boy's pants.The beautiful mermaid line on the muscles is hidden in the shadow of the clothes.

"What are you doing?" Exposing the most vulnerable place made Harry a little uneasy and vigilant.

"Test your stamina." Voldemort said casually, jokingly summoned a digital clock, then lowered his head with a smile, "Huh—!?" The beautiful muscles on Harry's body suddenly tensed Tight, panting and trembling raised his head.The man's mouth was warm, and the tip of his tongue was quite sensitive. Harry resisted the explosive stimulation, and stretched out his hand to press Voldemort's shoulder: "No... let go, it's very, dirty—" The words were choked in his throat, and it took a long time before they turned into words. Sweet breath, "Mmmm..." Dizzy for a while, the man spread his soft legs and kneaded the boy's soft and sensitive thighs.The cold green light of the magic clock hit Harry's cheek, and he stared at the beating numbers on it absently, until he couldn't help but relieved, "Oh, no—" He couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his cheek.

Voldemort lazily turned the small bedside alarm clock into a handkerchief, and casually wiped what was in his mouth, "5 minutes, it doesn't look like a good grade." He joked. "Shut up." Harry rolled into the blanket with a flushed face, making up his mind not to listen to his ridicule. Voldemort raised his eyebrows: "Harry, I have to say that the relief has to be mutual." Harry wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but thinking of his discomfort just now, he felt that it was unreasonable to ignore Voldemort.

Harry slowly lifted the quilt, "Do you want me to help?"

"Obviously." Voldemort followed suit.

Harry hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind to hug the other's waist. Voldemort was startled, but the boy rolled over and pressed him under him.Watching Harry go to untie his trousers without a word, Voldemort's dark eyes became darker, and his slow breathing became short for a moment.

The jerky sucking, which could not be called skill at all, made Voldemort extremely emotional.He never thought of letting the boy he likes serve like this, but at this moment, he found that no matter how he used substitutes to soothe his desire, it was not as good as a simple lick from the boy at this moment. Deep desire appeared on Voldemort's handsome face, he ran his fingertips through the boy's mischievous hair, and rubbed his scalp with gentle but undeniable force.

"Hmm..." Harry frowned uncomfortably, until Voldemort relaxed regretfully, the boy's voice was too thin, and he didn't want to hurt him.To Harry's doomed disappointment, Voldemort's account took much longer than his own. "Ugh...!" Caught off guard, liquid choked into his throat, Harry covered his mouth and coughed, blushing. "You're too careless." Voldemort's voice was hoarse and lazy, he giggled for a while, then turned a cup into a handkerchief, pulled away the boy's hand covering his mouth, and gently wiped it clean for him .

"Is it tasty?"

"Shut up! Go to sleep!" Harry said, blushing and pale. "No problem." Voldemort whispered, smiling charmingly, "MyLord."