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"I want to go shopping, Lover."
Voldemort choked on his tea and instantly started coughing. Harry handed him a napkin and waited for him to get a hold of himself before repeating,
"I want to go shopping."
Voldemort wiped his face with the napkin before proceeding to clean his robes,
"Harry…That's just not possible. You're not…"
Harry leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest,
"I'm not what?"
Voldemort set the handkerchief down and sighed before speaking,
"You are not fine. You require rest and relaxation."
Harry grinned cockily.
"You just said it yourself. Relaxation…I need relaxation and I find shopping very relaxing."
He couldn't help but laugh when Voldemort scowled at him,
"No, Harry. Absolutely not."
Harry held Voldemort's gaze for a minute but when Voldemort didn't yield, he threw his hands up in the air in defeat and rose from the table,
"Fine, I'll go dressed in rags tonight."
He saw the way, Voldemort mouth twitched as if to smile and it was way too obvious how hard he was trying not to laugh. The fondness and affection in his crimson eyes was enough to warm him to the core but he didn't want to give up that easily. He walked away from the table and stood by the window that overlooked the garden.
Soon enough, he felt Voldemort's arm wrap around his waist and bit his tongue to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as Voldemort pushed his hair away from his nape and kissed it,
"I am absolutely certain that you would look stunning in rags."
He was about to speak when Voldemort nipped him on the sensitive spot behind the ear and his words were replaced by a soft moan. He couldn't help but lean back against Voldemort's solid chest,
"This isn't fair."
Voldemort tightened his hold around his waist and chuckled,
"Should I take that as your statement of surrender?"
Harry shook his head but made no move to pull away,
"You know that I never surrender."
He felt Voldemort rest his forehead against the back of his head,
"I never wish for you to. You are a fighter, Harry. Just keep fighting."
Harry held Voldemort's hand in his and kissed it,
"I won't. I have too much at stake here."
Voldemort was silent for a moment and then he spoke,
"I shall take you shopping…"
"I sense a but there somewhere."
Voldemort turned him around and he immediately knew he was right. There was wicked grin on his face,
"But…you must come to the hospital with me tomorrow."
Harry closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Voldemort's,
"I told you I don't want to go. They can't do anything for me."
Voldemort pulled him close and spoke,
"Harry, there is no harm in giving it a try. He is quite accomplished. I have done my research on him and he has successfully cured many people."
He buried his face in Voldemort's shoulder and Voldemort hugged him closer,
Harry could only nod. He understood Voldemort's pain…understood his need to do something…anything to console himself. Voldemort was looking for hope where there was none but he couldn't begrudge him that. If this gave him some peace of mind then he would gladly comply,
"I'll go with you tomorrow."
Voldemort only held him tighter and Harry wished he could stay in these arms forever. He didn't want to be away from Voldemort. Voldemort pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes,
Harry hitched up a grin to lighten the mood,
"You definitely need to trust me more."
Voldemort cupped his cheek,
"I trust you with my life."
Harry leaned back against the wall and pulled Voldemort closer,
"I promise I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."
Voldemort's lips swooped down over his, and he kissed him soft and gentle. His tongue moved over the seam of his lips, demanding entry. Harry parted his lips and it immediately moved in and dominated his mouth. Harry wrapped his arms around Voldemort's neck and pulled him closer. He needed more…so much more…An eternity wasn't enough to soak up all the love that Voldemort exuded for him…All the time in the world wouldn't be enough…
When they finally parted, Voldemort licked his kiss swollen lips and reached forward and smoothed his hair,
"We can go as soon as you finish your breakfast and take your potion."
Harry turned to look at the table and grimaced at the flask before nodding. He tried his best to finish his fruit salad but failed. By the time, he downed his potion, he was feeling incredibly nauseated. Voldemort led him out into the gardens for fresh air and waited for his stomach to settle down.
He had his head rested on Voldemort's shoulder as he curled up and clutched his stomach,
Harry ground his teeth and snapped,
"No…No, don't tell me that I'm not fine."
Voldemort didn't say anything, but Harry could feel the concern he was radiating. It took a couple of minutes for his condition to stabilize and when he was feeling better, he spoke,
"Can we go now?"
Once again, Voldemort remained silent but nodded. It bothered him. His silence bothered him. Harry got up to his feet and looked at Voldemort, who had his head bowed. He rested his finger under his chin and tipped his head back. A mixture of fear and concern was etched in every line of Voldemort's face, it was visible in his eyes. Harry's heart shattered in a million tiny shards at the sight and he was willing to do whatever it took to make him again and ease his strain,
"I'm going to go and rest."
He was about to walk back inside the castle when Voldemort gripped his wrist and pulled him to his chest,
"You need to understand that I will do anything you want, Love. I need to see you happy and well…I need to see you full of life."
Harry closed his eyes and buried his face in his shoulder,
"I know you will. You don't have to assure me of your sincerity. I trust you, Lover. You're the only one I trust to keep me happy."
Voldemort pulled him up into his arms and Harry couldn't help but yelp. Voldemort laughed and pressed a kiss to his forehead,
"We shall go shopping but you shall not put a toe on the ground."
Harry couldn't help but giggle and wrapped his arms around Voldemort's neck,
"I love you…I love you…I love you so much."