The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

That's very convincing.Harry couldn't help but believe every word Tom said.

He suddenly realized that in a month's time, not only he was thinking, but Tom must have thought a lot too.He took it for granted that the other party was still, staying at that point in time and waiting for his long thinking to end.Once he woke up from the delusion, Harry's heart immediately twitched, fearing that the next moment the man across from him would say that he regretted it, and everything was a misunderstanding.

"I'm not gay, Harry," Voldemort gazed at him intently, "only you are special."

This is almost a second confession.It's utterly convincing, albeit with ease.

Harry's suspended heart instantly relaxed and began beating fast again.At the same time, he was a little ashamed, he wanted to tease the other party, but he was so honest...

"I, I actually—" Harry couldn't wait to answer.

"Don't worry, Harry." Voldemort cut him off, unhurriedly. "I know you like girls too, and it's not easy to accept right away. So we can start as friends—"

"No!" Harry stood up suddenly, approaching him irresistibly, "We can't—I want to be with you right now."

He clearly saw the flash of surprise in those obsidian eyes, and this surprise even made Voldemort's usually calm expression a little harmless.

That made his immediate smile all the more charming.

Harry felt for a split second that nothing mattered.

"I'm glad, Harry," said the low, sweet voice.

Harry smiled a little goofy and sat back in his seat, satisfied and belatedly embarrassed.I could only bury my head and eat hard, and quickly finished off the cake on the plate.

"I don't think there's enough to feed you here."

Harry looked up to see Tom flipping through the menu, and finally tossing it aside dissatisfied.

"Let's go to the real place to eat." He paused, his black eyes locked on Harry, "The real date place."

Harry's eyes twinkled, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.But he quickly put aside his shyness, nodded happily in agreement, and looked at Tom brightly, with bright and bright expectations inside.

That brilliant breath made Tom a little uncomfortable.But... not unhappy.

Tom led him out of the Moen Bar, and immediately a man in black came up to him in the cold wind.

Harry watched curiously as the man in black led them to a black car, and opened the rear door for Tom without saying a word.

At Tom's gesture, they sat in together.

The door was closed moderately, and the man in black got into the driver's seat through the front door.

Harry thought of Uncle Vernon's car, and Tom's car was very different from the one he knew.

In terms of appearance alone, this car is much longer than my uncle's car, and the structure inside is quite different.Due to the lengthening of the space, a circle of soft sofa-style seats is placed behind the driver's seat, and a low table is fixed in the middle, and tea is ready to be placed on it.

Tom was supposed to be a rich Muggle.

Harry guessed in a somewhat complicated mood.He should have enjoyed a prosperous life in the Muggle world instead of being involved in the war in the wizarding world.

If he learns the truth, will he blame him?

"I noticed that you went back very late last time." Tom's voice pulled him back, "Do you live alone?"

"I've got a lot of roommates," Harry replied, feeling it appropriate to reveal some details. "We're a boarding school."

"Strange." Tom glanced at him thoughtfully. "Usually boarding schools have a curfew."

Harry laughed dryly: "You're right. But there's always a way, isn't there?"

Tom curled up one corner of his mouth. "Restless troublemaker, I guess that's where that new scar on your finger comes from?"

Oh, he noticed!

Harry covered his fingers in annoyance, the pot of sawheart was really narrow-minded.

"It's not what you think." Harry said bitterly, "We have some practical biology classes, and those little guys don't cooperate very well."

Tom turned his head to cover the smile in his eyes, he could almost imagine how Harry's rashness had angered the sawgrass.The shape of the wound bitten by that plant is so unique that it is difficult not to recognize it.

The car drove into the bustling city center unknowingly, and the brightly lit commercial streets of London still seemed to be full of people and traffic.

They stopped in front of a very tall building, and the man in black opened the car door for them, and then drove away.

Walking up the red carpet in front of the door, Harry couldn't help feeling nervous.

He only changed into the simplest sweater jacket today, he didn't expect to come to this kind of place...

Tom was wearing the same long trench coat as last time, and the black leather shoes were spotless, which seemed to complement the splendid architectural environment.Harry glanced at his sneakers again. Although he hadn't understood Muggle fashion for a long time, he at least knew that Uncle Vernon couldn't wear them to work.

He could not help a small moan, which caught Tom's eye.

"Hey, I think you can just eat something," said Harry, careful not to be overheard by the waiter leading the way. "I've had dinner, and I had cake just now—this place looks like it's going to order at least one whole table."

Tom stopped suddenly, ignored the waiter's puzzled expression, and lowered his head to study Harry's expression: "You are uncomfortable."

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm just not mentally prepared..."

Tom was silent for a moment, then took his hand and walked back.

Pulling Harry out of the hotel, he waved away the man in black who was waiting outside, and the two walked side by side on the street full of lights and feasting.

Before Harry could ask the question out of his heart, Tom replied, "It was my oversight."

They stopped in front of a huge poster. The bright canvas reflected the light of the searchlight, illuminating the surrounding area.

"I've been told that hotel is the most popular meeting place in London," he explained in a low voice. "However, I think your opinion is more important."

Harry stared at him blankly, his heart so soft that it was a mess.

He wanted to hug him, and he did.

Tom was thin and stiff at first, but softened in Harry's warm embrace.

He caressed Harry's short curly hair with his big hand, and said absently, "I also bought tickets for the midnight show... Usually people date like this."

The Dark Lord was indeed a little irritable at this time.

He could play the lover perfectly, but the conventions that belonged to the wizarding world didn't quite apply to Muggles.

In order not to show his flaws today, he put in a lot of effort to learn about Muggle life and common sense about relationships, and the remaining energy was only enough for him to roughly grab the sluts in bars to ask them about Muggle dating conventions and reliable reference books.The hateful thing is that none of these can be faked by Death Eaters, but he can only arrange them secretly, which is very time-consuming.

But nothing is more important than his own magic problem, so it's all worth it.What's more, he found the Savior not unbearable.

A hug with him might even bring the magic back temporarily.He literally had to restrain himself from tying Harry to him.

But the downside of cramming is that he really doesn't know how to adjust the appointment schedule to perfectly fill the time for a big meal.

...would a Muggle watch two movies in a row?

"What movie?" Harry let go of him, asking expectantly.

Tom took out the movie ticket and read: "Love and Magic...?" His face darkened, and he looked very disgusted with the name.

Harry couldn't help but tease: "You like this?"

Tom looked dark: "The other tickets are sold out."

This is the truth, due to lack of experience, the Dark Lord who started too late had to buy the most unpopular movie.

In order to hold back his laughter, Harry pulled him forward quickly, and said cheerfully, "That's it! Take me there."

More than two hours later, Harry was woken up by Tom from his sleep, only to find that the movie had ended.

He stretched himself, feeling refreshed a lot.

Too bad Tom looks the exact opposite.Forced to watch a two-hour movie where the hero and heroine are tired and crooked, and more importantly, it has nothing to do with magic!He wants to kill so badly now.

The crowd that left the theater at midnight left the cinema sparsely, and Harry noticed several glances, most of them resting on Tom.

He took a sneak peek at the latter, who was still immersed in the horror of the movie, and his face stinks enough to kill.

Harry couldn't help but take his hand, rubbing gently to comfort him.

"Where do we go next?" he asked.

Tom managed to calm down, and glanced at him, "Are you sure you don't need to eat something?" The other party nodded affirmatively, "You don't need to go back to sleep for a while?"

Harry smiled energetically: "I just fell asleep."

Tom snorted softly.

"...we can go to my house." His voice fell silent, "if you want."

Harry was indeed taken aback by the invitation, not expecting it to progress so quickly.But on second thought, they were all men, and among wizards and Muggles, he wasn't the one to worry about.

"Okay." He readily agreed.

The black car drove them away from the urban area, followed the flickering street lights all the way to the quiet villa area.

The Muggle mansion temporarily prepared by the Dark Lord is located in a wealthy area on the outskirts of London. It is purely for convenience and away from the Muggle gathering area.

Harry and Tom got out of the car and walked into the courtyard. The scale of the villa was not exaggerated, but very chic. It was just a two-story building with a courtyard.

"Speaking of which, what's the driver's name?"

They walked towards the small building along the path in the yard, Harry asked casually.

"James," Tom said with a cryptic smile.

"James?" Harry repeated with a strange expression. It must be said that his father's name was quite common. "Well, what about the full name? You don't always have to ask me to tell you everything."

"James White," said Tom flatly this time. "Why, you're interested in him?"

Harry glanced at him. "He's so quiet, don't you think? I doubt he can see me."

Tom said, "That's why I hired him."

When they arrived at the small building, Tom opened the door, walked in first, turned on the light and changed his shoes, looking familiar with the road.Merlin knew he had only been here once before.

The decoration style of the room is very simple, mainly in silver, white and black tones, without unnecessary decoration, the sofa and furniture are simple and clean, showing a cold and modern feeling overall.

Harry sat on the white square sofa and observed Tom's residence with curiosity, thinking that he might be a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin.

Tom took off his coat, took ice cubes from the refrigerator, and poured Harry a glass of ice water to quench his thirst.

"What time is class tomorrow?" Tom sat on the sofa on the other side, wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers under his coat, but Harry couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Hmm... tomorrow?" He thought about it, "There is no class in the first period, and it will be at least ten o'clock. How about you, what time do you go to work?" As he spoke, Harry reluctantly moved his eyes away and searched the living room. wall clock.

When he saw the time displayed now, he frowned unhappily. "It's already this late?"

Tom didn't follow his gaze on his watch, as if he knew it already. "From now on, at least two hours of sleep can be added." He looked into Harry's emerald green eyes, "I think we all need to rest."

Harry nodded, feeling a little overexcited today.But when it came to sleeping, he couldn't help but think about it...

"There's a guest room here, don't worry, I'll take you back in the morning." Before his thoughts got out of control, Tom's words made him settle down instantly.

Harry slapped the wimpy thinking man away, ignoring its loss, and smiled in relief.

Even if you fall in love with a man, it doesn't mean that he can accept it all at once.

The layout of the guest rooms is consistent with the style of the whole small building, with silver and white and black and gray, simple and full of style.Harry walked in to look at it, and Tom leaned against the door and said, "There are usually no guests, and it is relatively simple. I will add decorations and necessities according to your needs in the future."

Harry looked back at him, his emerald green eyes sparkling and loving. "Will I come here often in the future?"

Tom was taken aback for a rare moment, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Isn't it up to you to decide?"

Harry laughed, "This is your home."

Tom met his eyes, "...I'm looking forward to it, Harry."

... Harry blushed and fell back.

He throws Tom out and closes the door to hide his embarrassment.Hearing the footsteps of the other party leaving, the red cheeks cooled down, and I was a little annoyed at my retreat.

Seriously, they're all men, so what's there to be ashamed of?

Before Harry could convince himself further, the footsteps came back again.Harry threw his reflections to the winds and grabbed the doorknob nervously.After knocking on the door, he asked, "Why, what else is there?"

"There's something for you." Tom's voice could hear a suppressed smile through the door.

Harry adjusted his expression and opened the door as if nothing had happened.Tom is holding a gift box in his hand.

"For you." He put the item in Harry's hand and said softly, "Good night."