Harry Potter groaned, running his fingers through his thick hair, letting go for it to fall back into his face. His eyes crossed to look at the strands that covered his eyes, and he growled under his breath while he pushed them back. They could be so annoying; he just needed to cut his hair. Chop it off short, so it wouldn't bother him at all. That idea appealed to him very much. Playing with the strands, he allowed his mind to wonder, thinking of exactly how short he wanted it, when he heard Voldemort's suddenly angry hissing voice in his head, surprising him, No. You are not to cut your hair.
Blinking, the teen scoffed, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth; he was trying not to instantly react violently to being told what to do, what not to do. He had been ordered around his entire life. It usually didn't bother him with Voldemort, but he was upset at the man and the world at the moment. So, he growled in the back of his throat and muttered back in a mocking tone, Why ever not, oh your great Master of all Darkness?
Feeling Voldemort's amusment at his reaction he hissed at him, his anger boiling stronger the longer he thought. Chuckling his tongue, the man replied, Don't get that tone with me, my little Serpent. Harry couldn't deny the shiver that ran down his spine. You will not cut your hair because I said so. He opened his mouth as if to cut him off in an angry voice, when the man continued, saying just the right words to calm him down. A little trim would be acceptable. However, nothing drastic. After all, how will I grip your hair if it's short?
His face suddenly flushed at the words, and he covered it with one hand, chastising himself silently. How could the man make him so flustered? Just a few words, and he was writhing in blissful torture, eager for more. It frustrated him! He heard the Dark Lord's chuckle in the back of his head, and hissed at him warningly, not that the man paid him any heed. It is because I am everything you never thought you could have, everything that you've always wanted, everything that was yours from the beginning. Another shudder skittered down his spine, and he growled again at him.
I am the embodiment of everything you were always told to hate in life. How could I not be your greatest weakness? When I am what you've always secretly wanted most? Harry was quiet a minute, head rested in his hand when a smirk twisted across his face, an opportunity to use Voldemort's words against him, twist them in a way he surely wouldn't like. Clearing his throat, he straightened up, returning to his full height, attempting to contain his smirk.
So, tell me, Tom... The man hissed at him, but he did not stop in what he was saying or correct himself. If you are my greatest weakness because of the fact that, supposedly, you are the embodiment of everything I am against... He allowed his voice to trail off, leading Voldermort to see where he was going before he spoke. Quickly, he understood and started to growl to correct him when the teen continued, Then aren't I your greatest weakness as well?
He received no response.
Smirking, he allowed himself to find joy in the fact that for once, he had the man speechless. Enjoying the silence, he glanced around himself. Standing in the library, he was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. After all, Hermione had a habit of frequenting the library, and she was the last person he wanted to run into at the moment. Well, except for maybe Ron. However, it was very unlikely that Ron was going to be in the library. He was probably too busy snogging Lavender Brown. Not that the green-eyed teen truly cared; it seemed as though Hermione did though.
Partially, he believed she was trying to get he and Ron to forgive each other so she wouldn't have to see Lavender hanging all over Ron constantly. Not that Harry would stop that, even if he did forgive Ron. Which he wouldn't. There was nothing to forgive, nothing to ask for forgiveness for. He needed to just get over it, in Harry's mind. It was a harmless comment, after all. It was Ron that took it to heart. The teen really didn't care, though. Ron could go on being shallow and hating him. It gave him more peace of mind, anyway.
