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Chapter Thirteen
"I'm big."
"That's how you're supposed to look like."
Harry pouted and Voldemort laughed a bit at the expression. The teen was standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom and was turning around and looking at his body.
"If I knew how much trouble that mirror would give us, I would never have bought it," Voldemort informed.
"I look huge!" Harry exclaimed and turned to look at the Dark Lord who lay sprawled out on the bed.
"And you look wonderful," the man said. "Come here and stop worrying about it."
The teen came up and slowly sat down on the bed. Voldemort reached out and put his hands on the belly. He rose up until he was sitting behind Harry and gently placed a kiss on Harry's neck.
"You are beautiful Harry," the man whispered, letting his hands travel up and down lazily.
"Big," Harry argued.
"That's the point," Voldemort said. "If you had been looking like you normally do, I would've been very worried."
"Over the baby."
"And over you."
"Tom..."
"Sshh... don't start a fight, love."
Harry sighed and leaned back. Voldemort placed feather-light kisses along Harry's neck and the teen moved so the Dark Lord had a better access than before. Voldemort nipped gently at the pale skin and listened to Harry's small gasps of pleasure. He moved to suck lightly on an earlobe and the teen moaned.
"Come on," the Dark Lord whispered a few minutes later. "Aren't you hungry?"
"Starving," Harry replied with a small blush.
"Good," the man said and got up. He helped Harry up and kissed his lover's forehead gently.
They walked down to the hall and were greeted by Severus and Bellatrix.
"Neville should be coming any minute with Rabastan," the woman said.
"Where's Rodolphus?" Voldemort asked.
"He was up late again, so he fell asleep on the couch," she said. "How are you feeling, my Prince?"
"Hungry."
"About time," she said with a huff. She offered an arm and he took it. "I'll take him to the dining hall, my lord."
"Do so," Voldemort said and gave his lover a small kiss. Harry smiled at him and the two walked ahead, chatting. "How are you doing, Severus?"
"Fine despite the circumstances," the potions master replied.
"Don't worry; soon Dumbledore will be dead and you can do whatever you want to," Voldemort said as they walked slowly to the dining hall.
"The Prince seems to do fine," Severus said with a small smile.
"He's complaining about his body-size," the Dark Lord said as he rubbed his hands. "He doesn't get it that I love him either way."
"Many people are like that," Severus said. "He just needs to adjust."
When they came inside, Harry had already started together with Bellatrix. The two of them were dividing a salad; Harry did not want the tomatoes and Bellatrix did not want the corns. Voldemort chuckled as he sat down. Harry pouted at him and said:
