A hit and a slap and Tom is possessive.
Harry woke up with a headache. He moaned slightly, freezing when he felt a pair of arms tighten around his waist. Last night rushed back to him. Being kidnapped, trying to escape, being aroused by his enemy. Harry shut up, grasping for air and scrambled out of the room.
He ran down the hall trying to remember where the main entrance was. He ran past a mirror. He stopped and starred at himself. The silver bracelets were about an inch wide with snakes engraved on them. His hand traveled up the chocker. It was interlocking silver snakes with ruby eyes. Harry started to pull at it. He started to back up trying to get the chocker off. Tears were misting in his eyes. He turned around when he heard a dark sultry voice.
"Y shouldn't be in the hallway potter. You should stay in the dark Lords rooms," Snape snarled.
"You can't tell me what to do Snape;" Harry turned a glare to his potion professor.
"I disagree, potter. The Dark Lord ordered us to direct you to his quarters if you were to stray beyond them," Snape sneered.
"Well aren't you the loyal deatheater," Harry growled, "I know you kiss the hem of his robes too, huh? How does it feel to bow to someone else, Snape?"
"Why you little brat," Snape raised his hand and brought it down onto Harry's face. Harry was pushed into a table in the front of the hallway mirror. Snape grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him back to Voldemort's room.
Snape opened the door to the lord's rooms and shoved him into the study. Snape slammed the door shut. Harry cradled his cheek; he winced when he felt the sting.
Voldemort frantically searched his room and the bathroom when he heard the door slam. He walked into his study to see Harry sprawled on the floor in front of his door.
"Harry what are you doing in here," Voldemort asked.
Harry glanced up to see Tom standing sternly above him. Harry quickly turned his head but not before Tom saw the beginnings of a bruise on his face.
Tom grabbed Harry's chin in his hand.
"Who did this," Tom growled out.
Harry was silent. Tom sighed.
"Fine, if you will not tell me I shall find out for myself," Tom said.
Tom lifted a slightly struggling Harry onto his hip.
Tom walked into the entrance hall of the manor. He rang the bell to call all the deatheaters within the manor to come to the hall. The deatheaters walked in and formed a line in front of his throne.
They were all deathly silent.
"What do you not understand about what I said if I found my consort had come to any harm," Tom asked his slightly shaking deatheaters? It wouldn't take long to find out who had done it.
A/N: So I need someone to be stupid and try to get into Harry's pants?
Options
A: Draco, I always picture him smart under that stupid Malfoy name
B: Ron, I was thinking of bringing him and hermione in in the next couple of chapters.
C: Snape, I really don't know about this option but if you guys vote for it.
D: Some other Deatheater