FIC: "Take THAT wand, Voldemort!"
Disclaimer: Everything related to the Harry Potter universe isn't mine. I think everything is said with that.
Title: “Take THAT wand, Voldemort”
Author: Amys
Summary: Voldemort faces the consequences of one past action in a way he had never imagined
Rating: PG-13 (I think?)
Pairing: Harry/Tom-Voldemort
Word Count: 388
The Dark Lord lay sprawled over the bed, putting up a show by turning Harry’s wand over and over in his hands. He smiled deviously. Harry watched him from the nearby couch, just a spark amused at the older man’s antics.
“What are you going to do now, Harry?” Tom asked sweetly. “All alone and powerless in the evil Dark Lord’s bedroom. Just not quite in his bed yet…”
Harry grinned. “He’ll have to try harder if that’s where he’s trying to get me”
“Really?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “Little boys must be careful what they wish for”
He slowly raised Harry’s wand and licked the tip seductively. “You see, I always fulfil my promises” he whispered huskily.
“Why, My Lord,” Harry said mock-serious. “I feel obliged to inform you about the previous whereabouts of that wand”
Voldemort swirled his tongue over its length in a rare display of nearly - naked - (and very aroused) - dark - wizard. “Is this the final moment of truth?” he whispered, “when you tell me of your mysterious past love life? I must say I feel slightly disappointed. And here I thought you had saved all your raw and boundless passion for me” He almost pouted but took the wand deeper into his mouth, inch by inch, promising indeed.
Harry practically choked with laughter. “That wand…”
The older man looked at him with interest, never stopping his very visual seduction.
“… has seen the insides of a troll’s nostrils back in my first year” Harry snorted.
Voldemort immediately held the offending former phallus symbol at a respectful distance. “I always knew you had kinky tastes, Potter” he said indignantly.
Tears of mirth were gathering in Harry’s eyes. “And the best part is that in a way, you were responsible for it.”
He just hoped that Voldemort would keep his promises. There was one other - untainted - wand that had jumped up in anticipation at imagining the touch of that tongue. Harry sauntered over to the bed.
“But I have one in reserve for you” he smirked, dropping his robe on the way.
“I shall test its capacities with pleasure.” Tom’s eyes glittered.
“I think the compatibility is in order” Harry sighed contented at pressing himself against his bed partner. “How about a bit Priori Incantatem here?”
They kissed. No ghosts this time, but sparks plenty.
FINIS