Compulsion | Harry Potter and Voldemort Mpreg |

Compulsion {Chapter 6}

Harry stood with his wand trained on the battle dummy, a feeling of contentment washing over him as he shot of Dark spell after Dark spell. The darker the spells got the better the feeling. It made him anxious and nervous to get to the Unforgivables. If the feeling of these simpler Dark spells made him feel this way, then those must feel like heaven. The fact Voldemort was standing a hair's width away from his back had nothing to do with this feeling. Nope. Not an ounce. It was the magic. Yep. The magic. Not the sly touches to his hips, the Parseltongue whispered in his ear and the perverted comments. They had been going on for a week now and it was driving Harry crazy. He was a teenager and he had hormones, to which were being severely fucked with. The man was attractive, yes but he was the Dark Lord so no. He was not going to have such thoughts about him. Nope. Nope. Nope. The evil bastard!

"There you go. Soon we'll be able to start Imperio, you seem to have a natural knack for the Dark." Voldemort said as a stray hand touched the boy's hip briefly, a finger slipping in between his jeans and skin. He back away and waved his own wand to vanish the rubble and stray dummies from the room. "I think we're done for today."

Harry gulped and nodded. That touch did horrible things to his lower body. Horrible things. "Alright. I'm going to shower before supper." He waved and turned his back, heading for the door.

"Would you like some company for that shower?" Voldemort asked looking at his back, a wicked smirk on his face that swiftly changed to a straight face, brows raised in question.

A dark, brilliant pink blush covered Harry's nose and cheeks, he looked back over his shoulder. "W-What?!"

"I said I will see you there. I have no meetings this afternoon so I will be eating with you."

The teen highly doubted this is what he said, he knew that wasn't what he said, but he didn't want to ask. It was best to just leave it so his thoughts wouldn't betray him. "A-Alright. See you then." He darted to and out the door.

The Dark Lord chuckled. He had planned on keeping it subtle but he just couldn't resist that blush. A little torture never hurt especially if you got such wonderful results.

Harry shook his head, hands covering his cheeks. He would not blush! Voldemort was just trying to get him to and he would not give him the satisfaction! Oh who was he kidding. He's going to blush and that damn thought. Yes, he had thought momentarily. No. No. We cannot be having thoughts like that about the bloody Dark Lord. Just no! It wasn't that he was another man, no that didn't bother him as much as it probably should. Had it been some other random bloke he would be fine. Indulge in himself a bit, it was fine. No but when you have the freaking Dark Lord Voldemort in your wet dreams you need to reconsider something! He was attractive yes, but his personality was shit. No. Harry refused to be attracted to him. Absolutely refuse. The man may be good looking but it all stopped there.

So, now that things were cleared up he could stop reacting to the touches. You don't blush about someone you aren't attracted to. Nope. Holding his head high he went onto his room for his shower, ignoring the arousal stirring in his groin. It wasn't there. He would not respond. You can't be attracted to the man that killed your parents and countless others and tried to kill you not too long ago.

Even if you did join his side and are learning to kill. Just like him. You've already joined him in the Dark side, what's a step farther and doing it literally on a bed.

Harry's eyes went wide. No. No. No. He was getting a headache. He just couldn't be attracted to him. It's not like Voldemort wants him for more than sex anyway. So why put himself in that? It was better to wait it out. Maybe he'll find a nice bloke here with the Death Eaters and get over this...whatever he had with the Dark Lord.