"call me voldaddy..." || Voldemort x Harry Smut (ONGOING)

[4] Strong Desires

~Harry's POV~

I return to the rubble that is Hogwarts. Familiar faces scattered, resting weakly after the long fight that had taken place the night prior, leading into this morning. In the Great Hall, I spot Ron and Hermione having a chat with Neville Longass, the fat, submissive and breedable boy that I had attended class with throughout my time here. They turned and looked at me as if my existence alone offended them. I suppose it did, as my friends were quite furious with my wish to bury the body of the Dark Lord that had terrorized the entire magical population and then some for years by myself. But my love can change him. His love will change me.

I decided to turn around, not interested in engaging in awkward conversation.
Walking through the large oak doors, entering the crumbled yet lively world that existed outside of these walls, I grip onto the wand in my pocket, I pull it out and command it to point true north. I must find my way to my soulmate. Afterall, a part of him literally resides inside of me.

I begin my travel.

~Voldezaddy's POV~

Quite some time has passed since Potter released me, though his love has a grip firmer than ever. The Manor is as beautiful as I remember. The delicate textures and details the architecture displays is enough for one to cream their pants most pleasurably just from looking at it, though penetration would be a dream.

I glide in, welcoming myself back into the place I once again call home.

I hear a young boy in a nearby doorway whining. Reacting, I snap my head in his direction, hoping for it to be The Boy Who Lived.
To my disappointment, it was not.
Draco Malfoy is standing, beating his meat roughly and thoroughly, the smacks clearly echoed off of the cold walls.

"What are you doing here, boy?" I hissed.

He immediately stopped, sensing the anger that traced my voice, waddling away with that schmeat worm sadly still in his hand.

I return my gaze forward.  My heart swells with the longing of the Boy Who Lived, but shatters soon after once I realize that I made an attempt to kill him. I orphaned the boy. A tear rolls down my gray, scaley cheek. The cold droplet crashes onto the marble floor I stand upon, penetrating the deafening silence I now realize I'm standing in.

The manor is colder than I remember. Maybe the hatred warmed my body more than I noticed back when I was planning the war. Sunbathing doesn't sound too bad right about now...

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I grip onto the ladder, tensing my muscles to lift my weight, when I feel two warm hands grope onto my sides through my robes. Warm lips press against my ear...

"I've been waiting for you all damn day," Says a boy in a drawling, cold voice. I recognize that voice. 

"What have you been wanting from me, Draco?" I ask in response.

His grip tightens and his breath hitches at my words.

"You know what I want," Says Draco. I can feel his intensity expanding.

"Then show me."

~Third Person~

Draco slams Volzaddy against the wall, passionately kissing him. Voldy quickly pulls away, holding the blonde's face firmly with his long crusty ass fingernails.

"Draco, I can't fuck you before I fuck Harry..." Voldemort said, feigning sadness. Draco whimpers in a sad manner, taking a couple steps back to reveal his meaty pants worm flying in the open air.
Voldemort gawks at it in awe. It's so hard to resist this supple man...

"I was so ready for you, M-M-Master..." says Draco.

"Off with you, boy. Not now." Voldemort demands, snapping his dusty fingers and pointing to the door. " I have business to attend to on the roof. Go."

The blonde boy grabs his schlong and crawls out of the room, moaning and sighing. Voldaddy turns back to the ladder, and climbs onto the roof.