The whispers in the Great Hall were starting to get on one emerald eyed boy's nerves. And what was worse was that his two very best friends were gossiping just the same as everyone else. He rubbed his forehead and looked up at the Head Table. He saw Dumbledore speaking happily to a few of his staff members. The old man felt eyes on him and glanced down to his highly trained wea- uh his most prized pupil was looking at him in agony. Harry glanced over at the door then back at Dumbledore with a pleading look in his eyes. Dumbledore nodded only once and went back to his conversation with Poppy and Severus.

Harry looked down and sighed. No point in him staying where he wasn't needed. He got up and headed for the exit. Ron and Hermione noticed this. Ron gave a look towards his girlfriend. Hermione nodded with her eyes gleaming with unshed tears and he ran off after their supposedly best friend.

Harry and Ron had just reached outside the Great Hall's doors when Harry decided to speak now or forever hold his peace. "What do you want Ron?," he said without turning around as he stopped in his tracks. Ron stopped in mid-run and stared at the back of Harry's head. "Mione and me are just worried about you. You weren't talking much and you barely ate anything. Is something wrong?"

There it was.

The perfect opening to explain why he was feeling so upset and moody lately.

Why he wanted to shoot down every and anything that moved in his line of vision with a crossbow.

But he couldn't. HE couldn't possibly explain to Ron. He was sure to find someway to twist it around and turn it into another one of those jealously things he did so well.

So Harry plastered a fake smile on his face and turned around, facing Ron. "I'm fine I just need a little time alone. After what happened...I'll be ok Ron."

Ron still didn't look sure of Harry's answer but he left it alone. He didn't want to get on Harry's bad side. So Ron just nodded. "Okay Harry. See you later?" Harry was already heading towards Gryffindor Tower. He lifted a hand and waved back at Ron to let him know he heard him and kept going, not even breaking his stride. Ron stared after him for a moment then went back into the Great Hall. 'He probably just needs a moment.' Ron thought as he settled himself back to Hermione.

Harry was headed for Gryffindor Tower but some unnatural force in his brain compelled him to go to the Chamber of Secrets. It was ironic he thought since the dreams he was having lately had to do with one Slytherin who had used this very chamber to try and kill him in his second year. He wandered through the tunnels under the school - not really caring where he ended up. Of course after wandering for about 20 minutes he ended up in the main chamber. Harry took a deep breath and sighed. Glancing around him he took notice that nothing had really changed since he was here last. The ever slow decaying baslisk was still where he left it. Rocks were crumbling from every crevice in the wall and the chamber still held that damp overpowering musk scent it always had. Yeah nothing much had changed.

Harry took a seat on a huge rock that had fallen from the ceiling and rested his chin in his hands as he tried to figure out the enigma that was his life. He had been having dreams lately. Now while that in itself wasn't all THAT strange it had been weird dreams he was having. Very weird dreams.

Again not all that strange for the boy-who-lived.

'But when you have dreams about having hot sweaty sex with the same man your supposed to destroy...doesn't that allow you to ask some questions?' Harry thought solemnly. But Harry knew there was not a soul to turn to. Everyone, and he did mean everyone, would think him crazy reactions from everyone would vary but the same question or statement would remain. "Harry are you ok?" or "Potter you need help!" or "Harry you're sick!". And he didn't feel like hearing it so he just kept it to himself. Just then he heard a voice ring through his head. 'Ah the famous and oh so predictable teen Potter angst. And why might the young chosen one be angry and upset today?'

Harry closed his eyes and willed himself to ignore the taunting coming from his arch nemesis aka Voldemort. He had recently start to communicate through the connection they both shared - the lightening bolt scar on his forehead. And he learned - the hard way - that if he didn't answer his highness that he would be under the most painful Crucio ever. So Harry learned to as they say grin and bear it without the grinning part.

"What the hell do you want? Haven't you traumatized me enough?" Harry said through clenched teeth.

'Apparently not seeing as how you're still alive and kicking. What does it take to kill you? An explosive?' Voldemort muttered under his breath. Harry heard this and grinned, lying back on the rocks that fell from the ceiling from the battle 2 years ago.

"No. More like an apocalypse. I can probably dodge an explosion. Sorry to break your plans." Harry chirped cheerfully.

He could hear Voldemort chuckling softly and Harry couldn't help thinking how pleasant the sound was. It was almost soothing.

'No I don't think an apocalypse would do any good either. You see I would very much like to have a world to rule once I'm done killing you.' Voldemort stated in a serious voice.

Harry couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. He laughed hard, clutching his stomach as he gasped for breath.

'Nice to know you thought that was funny. But you still haven't answered my question. Why are you angry?'

Harry finally calmed down enough to form words and the first thing out his mouth was, "I've been having bad dreams lately. Have you?"

'Not that I know of. Should I dare ask why?'

"...I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Should I even be conversing with you like we've been schoolmates for life or something?"

'You're telling me this because sooner or later I always get what I want. And because I'll Crucio you if you don't. So get on with it.'

Harry sighed. There was the Dark Lord he knew and hated. He leaned back and rested his head on the rock while he stared up at the ceiling. He took off his glasses and played with them in the air while he laid there. For a fleeting moment he thought about not telling him but he was right. He always got what he wanted sooner or later anyway.

"Hey Tom can I ask you a question?"

'My name is Voldemort. But if you can't fit your mouth around that long word Master is always acceptable.' Voldemort said, holding back his amusement. He already knew what was wrong with the young hero but he liked messing with his mind. How would he phrase this question?

Harry rolled his eyes and continued on with his question. "Like I would ever call you that. But back to my question." At this he seemed to get embarrassed. Voldemort took great pleasure in this and could barely hold back his excitement. I mean how often does your most hated enemy come to you and asks you something that makes themselves embarrassed. It was just too good.

'Well? Are you going to ask me this so called hypothetical question sometime today? I do have other things to do you know.'

Harry's face was flushed. It was taking all his courage to ask this moderately simple question but…

It was so perverted.

Finally Harry just spit it out.

"Have you been having sexual dreams about me lately?"