"Hi Voldie"


Summary: Pravus meets Voldemort for the first time

Author: Property of Professor Snape

Rating: M

Characters: Voldemort/ Tom Marvolo Riddle, Harry J. Potter, Pravus

Genres: Hurt/Comfort Angst Humor

Warning: Smex

Disclaimer: I do not, have not, and will not ever own Harry Potter. *Sniff* Great now you've gone and reminded me of that fact and that's a whole other set of issues I have to bring up in my next session with Bob my psychiatrist. BOB?!?!?! Bob is no longer available he has committed suicide, because he can no longer deal with PoPS seriously screwed up tortured mind.

A/N: Wow yes I am aware of how entirely short this chapter is, but I've been busy. I needed to finally finish OotP, I'm also currently writing another fic besides this one and What If? Not to mention the FCAT (Florida Comprehension Assessment Test) is like tomorrow. So I just wrote this like really quickly in my 2nd pd and hopefully the next one will be out sometime next week if everything goes according to plan.

Harry moaned loudly, tightening his grip on the Dark Lord's robes, as he thrusted his hips harder. He was currently in Voldemort's lap, his head resting against the man's chest, whilst allowing Voldemort to have his wicked way with him. Tears filled his eyes as he felt himself nearing completion, he let himself go. He threw his head back crying out for all he was worth, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Slowly he relaxed his body, allowing his head to rest in its original position against Voldemort's chest, allowing the dark wizard to continue thrusting his hips till he shot his own load.

Harry panted softly his eyes closed as he tried to collect himself enough to regain simple abilities such as thinking clearly to return. And it wasn't long before Pravus decided to make himself known.

'Hey is it just me, or does he seem to get sexier every time we do this' Pravus asked from somewhere near the surface of Harry's sub-conscious.

"No it's not just you" Harry agreed tiredly aloud without thinking.

Voldemort stared at him oddly for a moment before asking "Who are you speaking with"

Harry shrugged yawning "A voice in my head that thinks your sexy" another even louder yawn slipped out, and Harry had soon fallen asleep.

Voldemort had continued staring confusedly at Harry for a moment before getting up and depositing the sleeping boy unceremoniously on his bed and returned to his once forgotten tedious work.

It was at this precise moment that Pravus decided to make his move. It took him a moment to detach himself from Harry but once he had, he tip-toed stealthily toward Voldemort's desk and said "Hi Voldie" in a disturbingly cheerful voice.