[HP] Crack

"I'm a little tired." He glanced at his watch, judging the time by the glimmer of moonlight coming through the window, "It's already twelve o'clock."

A thought suddenly flashed through his brain and made his heart move.Harry observed Voldemort's expression, and the other party didn't seem to realize the significance of this time.

"Voldemort," he called.The man raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning for him to continue talking.

"Well - you know today - well, er, happy birthday to you," said Harry, pulling his hand away.The man obviously didn't expect him to say this, and froze in place.Harry looked at him, suddenly laughed, and quickly covered his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" He finally had a reaction and asked bluntly.

"Well, I think—I like your reaction. Actually, my birthday was on summer vacation, and they rarely remembered my birthday when I was a kid," he said softly, sitting closer, "Going to Hogwarts In the future, my friends will send me birthday presents on this day. Well - you know, I can only receive letters secretly at night, so that my uncle and aunt can't find them. They will send me food, books, and some practical things Props... Dudley was ordered to lose weight by school one year and we all ended up going on a diet with him. I told my friends about it and they sent me loads of food right away. I put them in Under a movable wooden board, you can secretly add meals when you return to your room at night.”

Harry laughed as he spoke, his eyes shining brightly in the darkness.Voldemort had an inexplicable urge to cover up the emerald green, so he did so, which aroused the boy's protest:

"what are you doing?"

"Close your eyes, Potter."

"Hey--"

He bowed his head and sucked on his neck, and Harry froze immediately, shut his mouth, his neck and cheeks were flushed, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Voldemort grabbed his back and legs and picked him up. Harry quickly hooked his neck, breathing hot.He lowered his head, couldn't help raising his head, and rubbed his nose.

"Where are we going?" he asked.Voldemort didn't answer, just carried him downstairs.Harry had a feeling that he wasn't completely sane at this point either, the heat was rolling between the two of them like a tide.

The place where Voldemort brought him was the wine cellars of Malfoy Manor.The intoxicating fragrance floated in the wine cellar, and the temperature was very low, colder than Voldemort's skin.Harry shivered and hugged himself, stepping barefoot on the plank floor.

Voldemort walked quickly, and it didn't seem like he was here for the first time, but Harry couldn't quite picture him drinking.He walked through the shadowy wine cabinet in the dark, the curved black shadow flickered on his robe, and the glass reflected light like splinters of silver.He stopped at one of the wine cabinets.

Harry trotted to his side, panting slightly.He squinted his eyes to recognize the words on the outer packaging of the wine bottle stored on the wine rack, and read it in a low voice: "...Gin. Do you like this?"

"You're old enough to drink."

"I'm an adult."

"Try this." Voldemort pulled a bottle of gin from the liquor rack and handed it to him, and Harry swallowed.

"Am I—want to finish?"

"If you will, Potter."

His gaze made Harry feel hot, and he could barely take his eyes off him.Harry took the bottle in a daze, and pulled out the cork. The moment his lips touched the mouth of the bottle, he felt a bit of bitterness, and his heart thumped.

The wine tasted better than he had imagined, very refreshing, but much stronger than Butterbeer.After taking a few sips, Harry couldn't hold it any longer, his cheeks were hot and he was short of breath, and only then did he realize that he had fallen into a trap.He had very little drinking experience, and had never touched hard liquor.He shook his head, and looked helplessly at Voldemort, who stood unmoved by the side, who seemed to be in two.

"Surprisingly, Potter..." the man raised an eyebrow and joked, "You look like you're about to pass out."

"You thought--it's all your fault, damn it, you actually--" The voice became more and more indistinct, he put the bottle on the ground, walked up and bumped into his chest roughly, hugged his waist and shrank Back, muttering, "It's really cold, Riddle... like ice cubes..."

He looked at him fixedly, without speaking.Harry seemed drunk, with downcast eyes and a slightly red nose.He squeezed his chin to make him look up, who grunted in discomfort.He stared at him hungrily, stroked his soft lips gently, and suddenly bit them roughly, the boy's eyes widened suddenly.

He still remembered the kiss he gave him, which was more deadly than poison/drug, and melted all his defenses the moment he touched it.No, not because of the kiss, but because of him... that kiss was too gentle, like a key to unlock the lock of sin, he plundered his sweetness, and the disgusting smell of gin seemed to become confused .Somebody kicked over the wine bottle on the ground, the wine spilled out and covered the ground, and a strong aroma of wine rose in the air.

Harry didn't know where he was or what he was doing, everything in front of him turned into random swaying blocks of color.He kissed him chaotically, opening his mouth to allow his intrusion, letting him stain every inch of his breath.He was pressed against the wall and the wet ground again, his pajamas were pulled up to his chest, he was panting violently, he was so hot that he was delirious, and he just wanted to get closer to that person.His fingers are always so cold, even in the same extreme frenzy as him, he seems to be able to stimulate him very skillfully and make him fall...

"Voldemort..." He called his name unconsciously, echoing him, warming him with his own body.How much he wanted it all, he wanted him, it was obvious.

The darkness and alcohol drove everyone crazy. Harry took time to breathe with his rhythm. He could feel the other party testing him. How should he react at this time?What should he do, is he very unbearable...

"Gin is the drink I hate the most."

Upon hearing this, Harry sat on Voldemort's lap with his back turned.As soon as his face changed, he immediately moved out, and the latter caught him back.

"What are you trying to say?" Harry couldn't help raising his voice.

"Your reaction is more interesting than I thought," the man said slowly, stroking his slender fingers peacefully through the fabric, and Harry pressed the hand with gritted teeth, "What are you thinking?"

"...I remember the director of the orphanage likes to drink gin, don't you?" He asked with some maliciousness, and as expected, Voldemort stopped.

"Don't mention that, Potter." He scowled.

"Oh, what are you running from?" said Harry with a sense of vengeance. "I know your past, Riddle, you hate orphanages, you hate gin, but you let me taste it—because I wish Happy birthday to you? You don't understand at all, what do you think I'm doing?"

"Aren't you proud of it, because you know what others don't? . . . It feeds your vanity?"

Harry couldn't believe it, shaking with rage, he twisted and wrenched him free, jumped up, and stepped back.The hem of the robe was wet with wine, and it stuck to his legs and felt uncomfortable.

"Vanity...? Why the fuck do you think I remember your birthday?" His voice became sharp, with a slight tremor at the end, "That's great, Voldemort, I don't know what you think, you can always Makes me feel like I'm fucking wasting my time!"

"Come here, Potter," he said coldly.

"Perhaps you don't want people to know your birthday, you hate everything about your parentage - except maybe the Slytherin offspring - you hide them, you evade them, but how poorly you choose. You don't think Bringing it up again will erase the traces, don't interrupt me, Riddle, you're cutting yourself off from the world—that's why you're the way you are! You don't trust the things that make you settle," he said. Pausing, staring into his eyes in the darkness, he continued, "You have no sustenance other than yourself, even Hogwarts is a tool you use - you make the founder's treasure into a Horcrux, this Isn't it disrespectful? You don't give a shit, you're destroying possibilities, Riddle, stop doing that."

Harry's voice gradually weakened, maybe because he felt that his words were so powerless, echoing alone in the darkness, he bit his lower lip and stood there stubbornly.

He raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was also stained with wine at some point, the cold fragrance was like a kind of irony.

"I want to sleep in another room today," said Harry, "you don't mind?"

"No."

"I don't want to see you, can't you see?" he yelled, unable to bear it any longer.

"What exactly do you want to do?" In the darkness, the man looked at him, as if he had penetrated all the time in an instant.

Harry wanted to laugh, he couldn't see what he wanted to do.His words were all in vain.

"...I want to give you something, but you don't need it," Harry forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, and sighed, "I really want—Voldemort, I really hope you can understand what I mean. Don't use your Look at me with normal eyes, I am not the kind of person you imagine."

He pressed on every step of the way, and he had to dissect himself layer by layer in front of him, to show him his fiery heart completely.But even so, he still felt that he was on the verge of an abyss, and would be torn apart by irresistible forces at any time.

He is so small, yet so special.If he wasn't standing here, he didn't know what else could give his soul peace.