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

{12} The Yule Ball (Smut)

(A/N) this is the most poetic shit ive ever written... hope you single, no life whores enjoy it.
also this is written from harry's pov... I tend to switch povs in different chapters if I think I need to explain the surroundings more, but im only focusing on their relationship and their own pleasures...






I hadn't thought about the yule ball until I saw Pansy ask Draco to go with her. Jealousy boiled up in me when he accepted her proposal.

A few girls had asked me out before, and surely they also asked Draco out, but seeing my third wheel lover going out with someone else made me feel like I needed to keep him at arms length, to keep him here with me, always.

I watched Draco walk by without even looking at me. "Maybe he has already forgotten our love? was he using me to get to my scrumpty dumpty Voldaddy this whole time? No, that's not it, I have to stop overthinking this..." I couldn't shake the feeling that our love wasn't mutual. Though I've shown hatred towards him, it was only an act. Even at the beginning, I knew I couldn't hide my feelings for him, but I also knew my master Voldaddy would get mad at his wittle kitten if I fell in love with another.

Only one thing was on my mind as I walked past the corridors lined with delicate dark wood and torches; how do I show Draco that he's mine, and mine alone? I need something that only he'll know about, something that will prove to him that I will be the only one to dance with him, the only one to love him and impregnate him.

I opened the doors to my dorm room, falling onto my bed with a heavy sigh. Laying on my stomach made me remember being topped by Draco. How he felt on me, his weight, his heat, his horse cocc inside me, "I wish I had just asked him out to that dumb ball before Pansy could!" I threw my pillow at the wall in frustration. I gazed at the pillow now covered in filth from the floor, how I wished I could make Draco filthy as well.

An idea. No, a brilliant idea struck me as I was about to fall asleep.

"I will make sure he knows who he belongs to."

"I need something that will get Draco's attention". I only had a black suit with an intricate design of a white snake along the sides, coincidently perfect for the occasion.

I quickly put the suit on and sprayed myself with snake pee perfume. The pants, matching the suit, had the design of a small silver snake around the pockets. I wrapped a silver tie around my neck and carefully tied it, making myself look dominating. And finally, the shoes. They weren't fancy or anything, but they'll work.

I looked at the mirror beside me, adjusting the suit. I was finally ready. Ready to make a show for Draco, but not for anyone else.

On my way out, I caught a glimpse of Draco and... Pansy, oh how I despised her, but seeing MY Draco in his sexy leather suit made me get a boner.
I had anticipated that I might not be able to get in without a date, so I brought my master Voldaddy's trumpy wumpy body pillow.

The yule ball started off slow. Slow music, slow dancing, quiet talking, and few people drinking, but it didn't stay that way. Within an hour, people were strip dancing on the tables, including Pansy, and throwing food at each other. That's when I saw Draco in a corner, quietly jerking his dragon cocc.

Draco noticed me and quickly put it away embarrassed.

I beckoned him over with my hand.

He sat up and stiffly slithered to me like the good little snake he was. I knew he still had an.. "issue," so I decided to tease him before I started the real show.

Draco was merely a foot away from me when I pulled him behind a curtain.

Our faces, lips, inches away, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled his tie down to make him face me and kissed him. Draco seemed shocked but kissed me back. Our passionate kiss didn't last long and soon we were exploring each other's mouths. Draco kept trying to push past my tongue to gain entrance, but I wasn't going to show submissiveness. Instead, I gently bit his tongue, which resulted in Draco letting out a quiet moan, I smirked against his lips. Draco pulled away panting, saliva running down his lips and chin and falling onto his suit, he looked so damn hot like this. So submissive and filthy.

I looked him in the eyes, "I was so jealous that Pansy had asked you out."

"I was waiting for you, but you never asked me out," Draco replied, still panting. "Also, you smell really good."

I chuckled, "I'm sorry my snake, I should have... but the ball Isn't over for a few more hours, do you want to dance with me now?"

"Sure," Draco replies.

"Alright, but before we do that," I paused and reached into my suit, "be a good snake and put this in for me."