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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Harry_Potter/Voldemort, Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
      |_Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle_|_Voldemort, Tom_Riddle, Voldemort, Albus
      Dumbledore, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Fantasy, Rutting, Anal_Sex, apathetic!Harry, insane!Harry, ...
      kinda, Biting
  Series:
      Part 3 of Consequences_of_A_Binding_Ritual
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Words: 4524
****** The Battle of Fantasies ******
by teecup_angel
Summary
     A side-story of Consequences_of_a_Binding_Ritual.
     Harry and Voldemort 'finish' their respective fantasies from Potion's
     class and... well... argue about it, I guess...
     (pretty much PWP... ish)
Notes
     So... AsDarknessTakesOver asks for a oneshot of the Potion Class'
     fantasies back in Chapter 4 and I am a kind benevolent disgusting
     author so here you go, you sick perverts (I say it will all the love
     my cold frozen heart can muster), have some porn...
     … weeeellllll, fantasy porn anyway. Sorry, sweeties, but Harry and
     Voldemort's first time will most definitely be in Yule's Night. XD
     Warning:
     1 Unbeta'ed like the rest of my works
     2 THIS HAS SEX BETWEEN MINORS (kinda) AND BETWEEN A MINOR AND AN
     OBVIOUS ADULT
     3 Both are males
     4 Harry and Voldemort obviously have a lack of modesty over this kind
     of topic and... they argue... about porn (kinda)
     5 Spoilers up to Chapter 4 of Consequences of a Binding Ritual but,
     CaBR timeline-wise, this should be between Chapter 7 and 8 (as this
     is set during bedtime of the day Chapters 4 to 7 happened) so it
     might be better if you guys read up to that point (Chapter 7).
     6 Some paragraphs are from the fantasy part of Chapter 4 (some are
     edited)
See the end of the work for more notes
“Do you really think I would moan that much?”

Voldemort's hand stopped writing on the parchment he head been working on and
he turned to face the other occupant of the bed he was currently sitting on.
Harry, who had changed into a set of baby blue pajama shirt and pants, stared
at him while hugging a pillow that pretty much covered his entire upper body.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow at the sudden question and asked back, “Are you
still thinking about that?”

“Kinda hard not to considering it was a fantasy of me being shagged in my
Potion's class.” Harry commented with a shrug, resting his chin on the pillow
he was hugging as he asked, “So... do you really think I would moan that much?”

“Would you like to find out?” Voldemort asked back with an amused smirk playing
on his lips.

“No thank you. I'd rather keep my virginity for a couple more months before I
do have to give it to you.” Harry drawled without missing a beat, “But, really,
why did you need to fast forward my fantasy?”

“Perhaps I found your insistence of kissing my younger self, my diary self,
quite dull.” Voldemort deadpanned, turning back his attention to the parchment
he was writing on.

“Are you jealous of your diary self, Tom?” Harry asked in a singsong tone,
making Voldemort frown slightly.

“No, my dear. I simply cannot let you continue such a dull fantasy.” Voldemort
drawled as he continued to write.

Harry scoffed and retorted, “Oh please. I bet you I can make a very interesting
fantasy. More interesting than your obviously no plot fantasy back in
Potion's.”

Voldemort rolled his eyes and deadpanned, “Please do feel free to try, my dear
Harry.”

“Very well, my dear Tom.” Harry grinned, “I think I will.”

=============== Harry's Fantasy: A Secret Affair ===============

“You, Tom Riddle, are the most self-centered selfish arrogant prat in the
entire world.” Harry snarled as he stormed towards Tom Riddle with righteous
determination in his eyes.

Tom, who had simply been walking with his friends (Harry internally scoffed at
that), stopped to raise an eyebrow at the fuming Gryffindor who had decided to
confront a couple of snakes by himself.

How utterly Gryffindorian of him...

“Good afternoon to you as well, Potter.” Tom greeted with a cool pleasant tone,
amusement playing in his eyes.

“Cut the fake pleasantries, Riddle.” Harry snarled, taking a step towards Tom
as he hissed, “I am just a wand away from hexing the living daylights out of
you, you jerk!”

Tom raised his hand to stop his 'friends' from opening their mouths, most
probably to insult the pretty livid Gryffindor blatantly invading his personal
space. Tom tilted his head as he retorted with an amused smirk playing on his
lips, “And I do not need my wand to counter any hex you might throw at me, my
dear lion.”

“Oh Merlin, how long are you going to continue this unnecessary prattle, Harry?
Is this honestly your desired fantasy?”

“It's called backstory, Tom. It's part of the fantasy! Now, shush, and no more
audience comments!”

“It's called a fantasy, Harry, not a bloody short story. You spend perhaps a
minute or less building the bare essential of something akin to reality then
you simply think about-”

“SILENCE FROM THE AUDIENCE!”

“But, since you are my favorite Gryffindor, I suppose I should inquire what I
have done to receive your ire this time.” Tom grabbed Harry by the arm and
began dragging him away from the rest of his friends. Tom didn't bother to look
back as he ordered, “Go on without me. I shall see you all at dinner.”

“Okay, Tom.” His friends acknowledged and Tom's lips curved into a small smile
as he recognized their real answer.

“Yes,_my_lord.”

Harry's glare only showed him that the smaller Gryffindor also knew their real
answer. Tom's smile simply became more amused at that and he dragged Harry to
the nearest empty classroom they passed by.

Which turned out to be a Potions classroom... their classroom to be more exact.

Tom nonchalantly chanted the locking charm on the door and a silencing charm
that covered the entire classroom. Harry pulled away from him while he was
placing the charms and waited with his arms crossed. Once Tom had returned his
wand in the inner pocket of his robes, Harry hissed, “I don't care if you're a
prodigy, the second coming of Merlin himself or whatever rubbish those baby
snakes have been brainwashed to think but if you think- mmhmp!”

Harry's angry rant came to halt as Tom pressed their lips together, snaking his
hands around Harry's waist. Harry growled and bit Tom's bottom lip in
retaliation which only made Tom growl back and push Harry to the nearest table
while attacking his mouth with increased ferocity. Harry groaned and gripped
the fabric of Tom's robes, trying to push the taller boy off him while his back
hit the edge of a table.

Soft lips kissing him roughly, pushing him against the table as graceful but
demanding hands try to take off his robes. He barely heard the cauldron fall to
the ground, grabbing hold of the taller man currently dominating him. He tried
to push him away, managing to get his lips away from that demanding sinful
tongue for a few seconds so he may whisper, "Stop, Tom..."

"You're not really trying hard enough, Harry." Tom whispered, smirking at the
Gryffindor underneath him.
 
"Not here. Snape-" Harry moaned when Tom bit his neck, helplessly tugging the
silver and green tie the older boy was wearing. Tom chuckled against the
sensitive skin of Harry's neck.
 
"-is not here." Tom finished with a wicked smirk on his angelic face, "Now shut
up and raise your arms so I can take this blo ody robe off."
 
Harry groaned and gra bbed Tom by the hair, pulling him away roughly which only
earned him a warning growl from the Slytherin currently on top of him. Harry
glared at him as he hissed, “You can't just start snogging me every time I'm
cross at you.”
 
“Actually, I can.” Tom retorted with a playful smirk, placing his hand on the
back of Harry's neck and pulling the smaller boy towards him, capturing his
lips once more in a demanding brutal kiss that left Harry breathless and
moaning. Harry's grip on Tom's hair tightened and he tilted his head slightly
to the side, opening his mouth at the insistence of Tom's tongue. Harry moaned
and closed his eyes, wrapping a leg around Tom's waist. Tom placed both of his
hands on Harry's waist and lifted him off the ground, dropping him on top of
the table. Harry groaned at the rough treatment his back received but let Tom
maneuver him so his head and upper body was resting on the table while his legs
were wrapped around Tom's waist. Tom pulled Harry's legs, forcing their groins
to rub against each other. Harry shamelessly moaned and pulled away from Tom's
lips, gasping for the much needed air. Tom bit Harry's bottom lip playfully
before kissing his chin.
 
"You look best like this, Harry." Tom whispered, smirking triumphantly as Harry
tried to catch his breath.
 
"Wait, Tom-" Harry begged once more but moaned helplessly as Tom captured his
lips once more, demanding his entire attention to the determined tongue
currently in his mouth. Harry gripped the fabric of Tom's robe tightly,
grinding their crotches together as they pulled away.

"Hush, love." Tom whispered, pulling off Harry's trousers, "Stop thinking
and..."
 
Click.
 
Both boy s froze at the sound of the door clicking and they turned around just
in time to hear Dumbledore's voice on the other side of the door, “Is something
the matter, Severus?”
 
“The door is locked... magically.”
 
Harry's blood ran cold at the sound of their Potions professor (Harry's number
one hater) on the other side of the room.
 
Before he could panic, Tom had already grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him
off the table. Harry almost yelped but Tom immediately covered his mouth with
his hand and dragged him towards the other end of the room. Tom immediately
chanted a silent unlocking charm on the door and opened it, pretty much
throwing Harry inside. Harry only had the second to realize it was the
adjoining Potions Ingredient Storeroom before Tom went inside as well, closing
the door behind him and putting the entire room in pitch black darkness.
 
“Tom!” Harry hissed when he felt Tom's arms around his waist.
 
Tom hushed Harry and whispered, “Keep your voice down or they'll find us.”
 
“This is the storeroom!” Harry whispered and hissed, “And stop hugging me!”
 
Tom kept his hold on Harry as he whispered, “This is the ingredient storeroom.
We have no idea how volatile or dangerous any of the ingredients could be so
it's best we just keep still and stay close to one another and the door.”
 
“Oh, yeah, right. Just admit that you're a bloody sexual preda- mmhm!” Harry's
insult was cut off by Tom's lips on his.
 
The silence brought by Tom's kiss caused them to listen to the conversation
happening on the other room, “I think someone was just playing a prank. A
simple locking charm to keep the younger students from entering the classroom.
There is no need to be so paranoid, Severus.”
 
“That's an awful prank, Headmaster. Not even those blasted Weasley twins would
do such a prank.” Snape's snide remark was met with a soft chuckle from their
Headmaster.
 
“Now, now, Severus. The Weasley twins are not the only pranksters of this
school, as you know.” Dumbledore's tone was full of mirth as he suggested,
“Why, perhaps we are seeing the budding start of a new generation of
pranksters!”
 
Yeah...
 
Two very hormonal pranksters currently sucking faces in the next room,
Headmaster...
 
“If you are talking about Potter, Headmaster-”
 
Harry had never been happy that Tom's insistent kissing muffled his whimper at
the blatant disgust Snape had when he said Harry's last name. Tom rubbed
Harry's back and his kiss turned softer, gently nipping Harry's bottom lip.
 
“-then I will assure that he is simply too much of a dunderhead to be able to
chant this large of a silencing charm.”
 
Tom began kissing Harry's face gently but Harry felt his nails dug deeply on
Harry's waist, obviously becoming irritated over his Head House's insult of
Harry. Harry cupped Tom's cheeks and kissed the tip of the taller boy's nose in
silent gratitude.
 
“Severus, you must have realized by now that Harry is improving quickly now.”
Dumbledore defended.
 
Well...
 
Yeah...
 
That do tends to happen when one is in a secret relationship with the Slytherin
King.
 
… who had now began kissing Harry's neck...
 
Harry pre ssed the back of his clenched hand over his mouth and bit on the soft
flesh to stop the moans threatening to fall from his lips as Tom began his
torturous pattern of kissing a part of Harry's neck, biting it roughly before
licking the bite mark and showering it with soft kisses before turning his
attention to another part of his neck.
 
Harry had to learn how to apply glamour on himself because of this pleasurable
habit of Tom.
 
“But I am... quite concern over his growing... rivalry with Tom.”
 
Oh dear Merlin...
 
Are they honestly going to talk about the two of them?!
 
Tom seemed to find that amusing if the slight vibration Harry felt coming from
Tom's chest was any indication.
 
“Potter doesn't stand a chance against Riddle even if Riddle suddenly becomes
blind, loses his wand and forgets half of his memories.” Snape sneered, making
Harry grip Tom's arm tightly.
 
Tom immediately captured Harry's lips once more, gently kissing him as he
pressed Harry against the door silently, lifting him slightly off the floor.
Harry immediately wrapped his legs around Tom's waist and his arms around Tom's
shoulders, pulling the Slytherin closer as he bit Tom's bottom lip.
 
“Now, now. I think Harry has the potential to best Tom.” Dumbledore defended in
a soft grandfather tone that made Tom growl and pull away from Harry.
 
Tom attacked Harry's neck once more, biting it angrily. Harry tilted his head
to the side, baring his neck to Tom as a silent submission to Tom's dominance.
 
Stupid prideful prat...
 
“But I do not think it would be... best for both of them to be that aggressive
to one another.” Dumbledore continued, “I know Tom can be quite a handful.”
 
Snape scoffed and drawled, “Most professors would say he's quite the model
student. Unlike Potter...”
 
“Ah, but we know Tom isn't as he appears, don't we, Severus?” Dumbledore
continued and Harry winced as he felt Tom's grip on his waist tightened.
 
Dumbledore's blatant mistrust over Tom had always irked the Slytherin.
 
To hear it first hand though...
 
Harry peppered Tom's face with soft kisses, gently rubbing Tom's back as he
began slowly rolling his hips against Tom's. Tom nuzzled his neck and let out a
soft groan as their crotches rubbed against one another.
 
Before long, both of them had began rutting against one another, their lips
interlocked in a passionate demanding kiss.
 
Dumbledore's voice seemed so far away that Harry could really care less what
the old goat was saying now.
 
“Tom needs someone beside him. Someone to keep him grounded and keep him from
going too far. He can be the greatest wizard of all, greater than me-”
 
Oh, Merlin.
 
Tom was already great.
 
His lips was simply sinful and his hands could turn Harry into a incoherent
mess in just a few minutes.
 
“-But he also has the potential to be the worst wizard of all, worse than
Grindelwald-”
 
Harry was so close.
 
The ragged breathing next to his ear told him Tom was close as well. Harry
tightened his hold of Tom and captured his lips, moaning in his mouth as Tom
increased the pace, both so dangerously close...
 
Only to fall on the floor with an ungraceful yelp... (that Tom would vehemently
deny)
 
Harry heard a muffled thud when he felt his head hit the floor, groaning as he
realized that Tom's hand had cradled his head, minimizing the pain Harry should
have felt had his head hit the floor without any protection.
 
“That's why I am quite pleased to know he has you by his side, Harry.”
 
Tom and Harry both raised their head to stare at the smiling Headmaster
standing in front of them, staring down at them while he held the door that had
been separating the two of them from the Headmaster and the Head of Slytherin
House with one of his hand.
 
Behind him, Snape was pale and his expression could only be described as both
horrified and stupefied beyond belief.
 
“Er...” Harry could only manage a wobbly grin as he meekly said, “We weren't
playing a prank..?”
 
=============== Interlude ===============
 
“That's it?”
 
“Huh?” Harry blinked at the random question and Voldemort finally stopped
writing, turning to face Harry with narrowed eyes.
 
“That's it? You're ending your fantasy there?” Voldemort asked in an irritated
tone, making Harry raise an eyebrow.
 
“Well, yeah.” Harry shrugged as he said, “I mean, it seemed right to end it
there, you know. Plus, my last line was kinda good.”
 
“It's a fantasy, Harry, not a bloody short story.” Voldemort sneered, “Do you
even know what a fantasy is?”
 
“Of course I do.” Harry scoffed and drawled, “Excuse me if I want my fantasies
to have more content than just shagging.”
 
“Your content consist of me being your year mate and being friends-” Voldemort
sneered his last word before continuing, “-with your Slytherin year mates.”
 
“Well, it's not like I know the faces of your lackeys back when you were in
Hogwarts.” Harry argued with a pout.
 
“And you did not even explain or show what has you all rile up at the start of
your fantasy.” Voldemort continued to point out the plot holes in Harry's
fantasy which made Harry groan.
 
“Does it matter?!” Harry waved his hands towards Voldemort as he reminded the
older wizard, “You're the prat who insist that fantasies should go straight to
shagging!”
 
“We weren't even shagging in your fantasy.” Voldemort spatted the last word
with disdain, “It could be argued as heavy petting!”
 
“Tom, have some decency!” Harry mockingly chided, “You and I were obviously
minors in my fantasy!”
 
“Oh, because heavy petting in a bloody storeroom while Dumbledore and Snape are
talking in the adjoining room is obviously decent.” Voldemort sneered.
 
Harry groaned and demanded, “Fine! You can do better? Go on, you big pervert!
Show me how it should be done!”
 
“Very well, Potter.” Voldemort's lips curved into a predatory smirk as he
hissed, “It is my responsibility as your future husband to show you how an
adult mind work.”
 
=============== Voldemort's Fantasy: One's Place ===============
 
“So this is where you had been, my dear Harry ?”
 
Harry's blood ran cold as he heard the familiar hissing voice of the man who
has plagued his dreams every single night. Harry turned around and
instinctively backed away, his back hitting the edge of the table as he
whispered, “Tom...”
 
“Now, now, Harry... we've talked about this...” Voldemort teased with a
predatory smirk decorating his handsome face, “May I remind you the proper way
to address me, pet?”
 
Harry's green eyes glowed with stubborn determination as he hissed, “I'm not
your pet.”
 
Voldemort clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he mused, “I let you play with
your friends for a couple of weeks and you've already forgotten your place. I
am disappointed in you, Harry.”
 
“You captured me and you-you-you-” Harry's entire body began to tremble as his
throat became dry and his mouth could no longer find the words to make.
 
“I what, Harry?” Voldemort whispered in a low seductive drawl, pining the
younger wizard against the table, resting both hands on Harry's either side to
keep him from running away. Harry turned his head to the side and shut his eyes
close as he began to breath faster. Voldemort leaned forward, whispering in
Harry's ear, “What did I do, Harry? I've missed you these past weeks and spent
my days reminiscing about our summer together. Would you care to specify what
you are talking about?”
 
Harry's breathing hitched when he felt Voldemort's hands snake around his waist
while the Dark Lord whispered, “Are you talking about how I tied you so
prettily in my bed, how I took you every single night, filled you with my cock
and my cum and made you moan and scream underneath me? Perhaps you meant how I
taught you the proper way to wrap your pretty little mouth on my cock and how
to suck me like the greedy slut that you really are.”
 
Harry whimpered as he felt his cock twitch at Voldemort's words. Harry could
only gasp when Voldemort pulled him up, pushing him against the table. He
groaned at the slight pain on his back but kept his head to the side and his
eyes closed, his arms lying uselessly on his side with his fists clenched.
 
“Okay, back up! Pause! Un momento, please!”
 
“I will borrow your words just a few minutes ago: no comments from the audience
please.”
 
“I said: 'silence from the audience' actually but I just have to stop you right
there, Tom! Do you really think I would be so submissive and so... so... like
that!”
 
“It's my fantasy, Harry.”
 
“That is not an excuse! For Merlin's sake, you sound like a sexual offender and
it seems like I have some weird Stockholm Syndrome for you!”
 
“As if your fantasy is any better. We're both disgustingly sweet and
disturbingly cute together. You spent the entire fantasy with us comforting one
another like a pair of fluffy teenagers in love!”
 
“Some people enjoy that!”
 
“And some people enjoy this! NOW! SILENCE FROM THE AUDIENCE!”
 
Harry whimpered as he felt Voldemort grab his chin, forcing him to turn his
head as he ordered, “Now, now, Harry. Let me see your beautiful eyes.”
 
Harry slowly opened his eyes, staring at Voldemort with trembling lips.
Voldemort's lips curved into an amused smirk as he whispered, “There they are,
my favorite pair of eyes. Such a pretty color, wouldn't you agree?”
 
“Please...” Harry whimpered, grabbing the sleeve of Voldemort's robes.
 
“Hush, pet.” Voldemort kissed Harry's eyebrow, making Harry instinctively close
his eyes. Voldemort took out his wand and whispered, “We both know how easy
your mouth can lie. We can't have that now, can we?”
 
Voldemort swished his wand at Harry's direction and Harry's gasped when he felt
the cold winter air wrap around his sudden naked body, holding onto Voldemort
tightly for warmth. Voldemort chuckled and cupped Harry's cheeks, forcing the
boy to raise his head. Voldemort captured Harry's lips in a rough dominating
kiss. Harry moaned and opened his mouth, his tongue instinctively moving the
way Voldemort enjoyed most. Harry gasped in Voldemort's mouth when he felt tip
of Voldemort's wand at his entrance. Harry whimpered and Voldemort pushed his
wand inside Harry, making Harry throw his head back and gasp at the sudden
intrusion.
 
Harry barely heard Voldemort chant but he felt his insides become wet and cold.
Harry whimpered and opened his legs, bending his knees and resting the soles of
his feet on the table. Voldemort returned his wand to the secret compartment in
the sleeve of his robes before placing one hand on Harry's waist, keeping the
trembling boy in place while his other hand rubbed Harry's slicked puckered
hole. Voldemort bit Harry's ear before he whispered, “Normally, I would indulge
your adoration in having my fingers up your greedy little hole but I think you
haven't been a good boy enough for that. Wouldn't you agree, Harry?”
 
“I'll be good. Please. I promise I'll be- Aah!!” Harry screamed as Voldemort's
cock thrust deep inside him so suddenly. Tears began to form in his eyes and he
shut them close, trying to control his breathing and gripping the fabric of
Voldemort's robes tightly.
 
The spell had lubed him but he still wasn't stretched properly. Harry could
only whimper as Voldemort began thrusting in and out of him, hissing in his
ear, “Next time, remember your place, pet. Then I won't have to punish you. Do
I make myself clear?”
 
“Yes, Tom- Ah!” His eyes opened wide and his back arched when Voldemort hit his
prostrate. Harry began moaning, his legs wrapping around Voldemort's waist as
the pain slowly subsided, leaving behind the sinful pleasure that racked
Harry's entire body.
 
"Tom!" Harry gasped, grabbing Voldemort's arms, moaning as the older man began
thrusting roughly, the table creaking in protest to Voldemort's rough pace. He
could feel Voldemort's cock inside him, stretching him, making feel so full.
 
He loved every second of it.
 
"Naughty chosen one. What would your Potions professor say once he hear you
like it when I take you here, in his own classroom." Voldemort mercilessly
thrust into the willing body under him, "This rough. This fast. This
desperate."
 
“Tom! Tom! Tom!” Harry screamed, sha melessly enjoying the rough pace of
Voldemort's thrusts, “Don't care! Oh god! Tom, please! Don't stop!”
 
Voldemort's breathy chuckle brought shivers down Harry's spine and the older
wizard forced Harry to stare at him, smirking triumphantly at the reddened
cheeks, the open mouth and the dazed eyes Harry had, “Look at you, Harry. Look
at how pretty you are, my precious little slut.”
 
“Yours! Your slut! Only yours!” Harry's words were slightly slurred, his mind
too muddled by the pleasure currently racking his entire body.
 
“Yes, you are. My dear slut.” Voldemort bit Harry's neck, making Harry moan and
grab his hair. Voldemort kissed the bite mark as he whispered, “My pet.”
 
"Inside me. Come inside me." Harry moaned, gripping Voldemort's hair tightly,
“My Lord...”
 
Vol demort groaned and bit Harry's neck as he slammed his cock deep inside
Harry, making the younger boy gasp and the table creak in protest. Harry mewled
as he felt Voldemort's cum deep inside him, filling him. The hot cum spent
Harry on the edge, his body trained to reach completion without his cock being
touched. Voldemort hissed when he felt Harry's inside tightened around him,
milking him greedily as he rode his own orgasm to its end. Voldemort grabbed
Harry's chin and slammed his lips against the boy's open mouth. Harry moaned in
his mouth and tightened his grip on Voldemort's waist, forcing Voldemort to
thrust deeper, cumming deeper inside him.
 
They stayed in that position, Voldemort kissing and lightly biting Harry's neck
while Harry's eyes began to drop, exhaustion consuming his consciousness
slowly. He barely heard Voldemort whisper in his ear, “I think we should go for
a walk later. I brought your collar, my pet.”
 
Harry could only moan weakly at Voldemort's promise as he fell asleep.

=============== Interlude ===============
 
“I can't believe I'm going to ask this but... there's a lube spell?!”
 
Voldemort raised an eyebrow and asked, “That's what you focused on? My use of a
lube spell?”
 
“No, seriously, there's a lube spell?” Harry pressed, staring at Voldemort, “Or
did you just make that up?”
 
Voldemort leaned forward and grabbed Harry by the chin as he asked in a low
seductive drawl, “Perhaps we should find out?”
 
“Still not giving you my virginity before marriage, Tom.” Harry drawled before
grinning cheekily as he added, “Plus, I'm not the one who is sporting a very
visible tent in their robes right now.”
 
Voldemort lowered his head and grimaced as he realized that... yes... he was
hard right now.
 
Harry chuckled and pulled away, dropping to the bed as he cheekily grin at
Voldemort. He hugged his pillow tightly and commented, “Feel free to take care
of that by yourself. I'm going to sleep.”
 
“How are you not affected by either of our fantasies?” Voldemort mumbled while
staring at the tent between his legs in disdain.
 
“Sorry, love tart, I guess you just have to work extra hard to get mine up
during our wedding night.” Harry drawled, taking off his eyeglasses and placing
them next to his head. He closed his eyes and hugged his pillow tightly as he
added, “Try not to make too much noise while you take care of your problem.”
 
“Go to sleep, brat.” Voldemort ordered as he closed his eyes, conjuring up
disgusting images to will his erection away.
 
Remembering the walrus boy Harry had imagined in retaliation last night
immediately killed it.
 
“Good night, Tom...” Harry sleepily mumbled. Voldemort opened his eyes and
turned his head to stare at Harry, raising an eyebrow when he noticed that
Harry was already dead asleep, his breathing even and slow. His lips was
slightly parted and his face was relaxed yet his grip on his pillow did not
loosen. Voldemort grabbed the blanket next to him and threw it over Harry,
making Harry hum and move slightly.
 
Voldemort sighed and turned his attention back on his forgotten parchment.
Voldemort grabbed the quill he had been using as he mumbled, “Good night,
Harry.”
 
End Notes
     If anyone is going to ask why this is a side-story and not part of
     CaRB, weeellll... I already have the next five chapters planned so
     putting this might make the flow kinda go out the window (plus, this
     way, you guys get both an update and porn... aren't I a kind
     benevolent disgusting author? XD)
     The Potions Ingredients Room is part of the Harry Potter video games
     (if I remember correctly. Cut me some slack, I haven't played any of
     them for a very loooonnngg time). It's actually bigger than a broom
     closet but... uuuuhhh... creative license?
     No. I'm just trash and I want Harry and Tom stuck in a small closet-
     like room.
     Seriously. My favorite part is the MST-ing of Voldemort and Harry. I
     hope it didn't destroy the porn.
     What am I saying?
     It was meant to poke fun of the porn I write XD
     I regret nothing!
     (No, seriously. I love both the fluffy and the sexy porn between
     these two. Promise.)
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