Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic ❯ Chapter 08 ( Chapter 8 )

  I didn’t sleep tonight, just kept writing this chappie. If there are any mistakes it’s because I can hardly see straight anymore. My dog is extremely unhappy with me, the lights are keeping him awake. My mother has a similar expression while scolding me. It’s scary.   Disclaimer: Still not mine ….   Exotic Chapter 08   Being one of the most powerful wizards sure had its perks. For one only a handful of other wizards could detect you went you walked around in a cloud under an invisibility spell. Being the Lord over so many Pureblood families with ambitions made it necessary to spy on them from time to time. It made life so much easier if you didn’t rely only on the impression people were trying to make on you when they knew you were there.   And now that it was time to choose a consort to rule at his side, he needed to know what the candidates were capable of. If he chose one who only wanted this new station to look down on others, things could turn out ugly very quick. As much as it galled him, he needed to make this decision out of political considerations, and not love. There was always the possibility of getting another one to bond with the two of them, someone to love. But he had to make sure he made the right decision now. Peace had been to hard won to be thrown away for a pretty face.   Weaving through the crowd expertly, the Dark Lord soon dismissed a couple of candidates, who were bickering amongst themselves who was the prettiest of them and therefore surly the chosen one. He didn’t need a child without brain next to him. He spotted Severus amongst a group of politicians, a clearly pained expression on his face. Voldemort chuckled. Poor Sev, he clearly detested functions like these. Lucius on the other hand seemed to be in his element. Like a shark, a dangerously beautiful predator. He was busy weaving a net of treaties and political friendships, learning who his son could count on and who to look out for should he be chosen.   Voldemort sighed lightly and looked around. He hadn’t seen the young Malfoy for quite some time, since he was a child to be exact. Draconis had spent the last years in Hogwarts, and Voldemort didn’t know what to expect. Lucius had described him with fatherly pride, and Voldemort didn’t know if he could be objective on that matter. He couldn’t recall how many fathers he met who thought their sons were the smartest, strongest and most handsome specimen on earth, blinded by their fatherly love. Most of the time the kids themselves were mediocre at best.   Other fathers who had more reason to brag, like Arthur Weasly for example, were more quite and sedate about their love for their kids. No one could mistake Arthur’s devotion for his family, but he didn’t brag or exaggerate. And his oldest sons Bill and Charlie were famous for their skills and strength of character. Percy, the third son, while different from his brothers, was valuable in his own right and excelled at what he did at the Ministry. And while the twins Fred and George could be annoying as hell with their practical jokes, they could also be charming and seductive, creating havoc amongst several competitors for their affection. They were a dangerous combination, and Voldemort really did pity Molly Weasly sometimes. The twins and Ronald, the youngest son of the Weasly clan, were among the candidates tonight. The only daughter, Ginerva, was still a little too young to be married, and Voldemort suspected that her parents didn’t plan on letting their baby girl go too soon.   Voldemort nearly laughed out loud when he spotted Neville Longbottom. The poor lad didn’t have it in him to live up to his grandmother’s ambitions. They met before, at Ministry function where he accompanied the Longbottom matriarch. The poor lad had shaken so badly, clearly afraid of all the people trying lure him into their nets, that he finally fainted when he found himself eye to eye with his Lord. He surely could invoke feelings of possessiveness and protectiveness in a man, but he it would not be good for his health if he was chosen tonight. The poor lad would probably have a heart attack. At least the young men talking to him seemed to calm him down. Most of them were Purebloods, and Slitherin nonetheless.   Voldemort startled. Blond hair, a stance of confidence and pride, the way he commanded attention. This was unmistakably the Malfoy heir. Voldemort held his breath when the youth turned around, looking directly at him, frowning slightly. Pale skin, aristocratic features, soft full lips, hair as silky and luxurious as his fathers’. Lucius hadn’t exaggerated.         Draco shook his head in irritation. He had the nagging feeling that he was being watched. He couldn’t pinpoint where this person was standing though. He turned back to the conversation, to the plans already forming in his head. He already had an idea who he could introduce these young wizards to. Neville was the most difficult case. Maybe he should introduce him to Harry. They could be friends and maybe Neville would become a little less frightened.           Voldemort listened with wrapped attention. These wizards were the most likely candidates. Well bred and educated, raised to reach high political positions, sly and cunning… and beautiful. And amongst them Draconis shone like a gem. The boy was brilliant, much less obvious in his intentions as his father, but obviously the leading speaker here. Voldemort had to drag himself away, or he would have done something stupid, like touch a pale cheek or stroke that soft hair.   With an exhausted sigh he blended in with the shadows at the corner farthest away from the gathering, were small yet cosy booths were offering a retreat for the exhausted wizard. He froze in surprise. He wasn’t alone. Right in front of him was the most delectable sight. The boy he had seen the other night at Malfoy Manor. Harry. Voldemort took time to let his eyes travel over the youth. Obviously he found the traditional dress robes to stifling, and had decided to wear them open like a coat. And it seemed that Draconis had similar sense as how to lure a Dark Lord into his web as his father. A bait. A beautiful, sensual and innocent bait.   Voldemort dropped the invisibility spell, sure that other candidates and their families were busy with themselves. He slowly stepped closer to his prey until he towered over the boy.         Harry had noticed the man as soon as he dropped the spell, watching transfixed as he came closer. He couldn’t break lose from the intense gaze of these ruby red eyes, not that he tried very hard. They were so close that their breaths mingled. He could feel the other’s heat trough his clothes, seeping into his bones. He shivered in delight as the other raised a hand, stroking over his cheek, sliding his fingertips down his slender neck, over his sensitive nipples, which became erect even under the clothes, and down to his exposed belly. Halting there he could feel the large hand stroking his skin, then sliding to his side, to his back where it took hold of him and pulled him closer.       Voldemort pressed himself against his prey, feeling the boy shivering. He had to brake eye contact, or he wouldn’t have been able to control himself. He let his breath ghost along Harry’s sensitive neck, taking in his scent, feeling his own magic call out to the other’s.   He heard a gasp close to them and turned his head. Astonished grey eyes stared back at him. Draconis has come to join them, it seemed.   Voldemort licked his lips and a smirk formed when he noticed the Malfoy heir blush prettily. He reached out for him, and just got a hold of the front of the young man’s dress robes, pulling him closer.   When he could feel both young bodies close to him, his magical core sang with glee and happiness. This was surely unexpected. He felt his blood pound through his veins, urging him to claim those two. NOW. But he had to wait till tonight. Pulling Draconis closer, he whispered into his ear: “I hope you are able to handle what you wished for, Draconis,” he felt the boy shiver hearing his name, “because now it’s too late to run.”   With that he let go of the two young men, which proved to be nearly physically painful, and vanished from the room.       Draco stared after his Lord. This was it. The most important moment in his life had passed, with no one noticing but himself and Harry. He turned to look at Harry, who seemed to be equally shaken. He couldn’t wait until tonight.