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Harry burst out the elevator, sword at the ready, fully prepared to kill but the sight that greeted him forced him to come to a staggering halt. There were no curses flying around, no shouting, no fighting, no order members. The death eaters were gathered around the fountain just like the day when Voldemort had punished Bella for calling him a slut. He sheathed his sword and stepped forward. He was puzzled in fact he utterly confounded. What the hell was going on? He looked around for Voldemort, but he wasn't there. He turned around to face the death eater who had told him that there had been an emergency and demanded furiously,
"What the hell is going on here?"
But the death eater just stood silent and that only served to frustrate him more. Before he could shout, Voldemort's voice spoke from exactly behind him,
"You shall know what this is all about quite soon."
Harry whirled around on the spot and came face to face with Voldemort. There was a gentle smile playing on his lips and nothing but love shimmering in his crimson eyes. He cocked up an eyebrow questioningly and Voldemort cupped his cheek,
"Did you mean what you said to me earlier?"
There was so much hope on Voldemort's face, but Harry couldn't understand what this was about,
"What did I say?"
Voldemort rubbed the spot underneath his ear gently and Harry found himself leaning into the touch,
"You said you wanted to spend an eternity with me. Did you mean that?"
Harry could only nod his head and wonder where Voldemort was going with this. But before he could make sense of it, Voldemort went down on one knee in front of him and Harry couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips and mingled with the startled gasps of the death eaters gathered around them. He clamped his hand over his mouth when he saw the ring nestled in the red velvet of the black box It takes a second or two for the sight to sink it, even though it was right before his eyes, larger than life. Amazement doesn't quite cover it. He felt like someone just took his spark of wonder and poured on kerosene. Then he felt lips stretch wider into a gaping grin and his eyebrows arch for the sky. The smile he showed on the outside couldn't adequately reflect what he felt inside; it was like every neurone of his brain was trying to fire in both directions at once. It was the best kind of paralysis.
Words left him. He stared into those bright crimson eyes burning with love, and his heart continued to shriek with joy. But despite that he couldn't will his lips to move. As if stuck underwater, everything was slow and warbled as his mind conjured up all the reasons why this couldn't work. Voldemort's grin widened as Voldemort repeated his words,
"I want to spend an eternity with you. Will you please be mine?"
Harry opened his mouth and then closed it when that one word wouldn't come. Voldemort's eyes desperately searched his… waiting. He had to say something! He searched his mind for something reasonable to say but to his surprise his heart took over and answered for him,
He dropped the sword with a clatter and repeated louder,
There was something about the way Voldemort smiled and the way the sight of it made butterflies escape from the pit of his stomach. It was like the sun had somehow toppled down from the sky and made a home right there in his heart. He had the kind of smile that made him feel happy to be alive and strengthened his desire to live even more. It whisked away his fears and all his doubts like a bunch of fruit-flies caught in a heavy gust of wind. Excitement rushed through his veins. It was pure happiness that had flared up in Voldemort's eyes and for the first time in a while it began to flare in his too. In that moment, he was sure that even if the world around him started collapsing, his heart would not get crushed as long as he was looking at Voldemort.
Voldemort extended his hand to take his and Harry offered it up readily as they held each other's gaze. It was like time had stopped for them and they were trapped in an isolated bubble in which just the two of them existed and only the two of them mattered to each other. Only when Voldemort looked down to pull the ring from the box did Harry steal a glance around and noticed the silent looks of disapproval on the death eaters' faces. Harry felt the cold metal touch his skin and he forced his gaze back to meet Voldemort's. There wasn't an ounce of concern on his face, no fear, no worry, no uncertainty. He knew that the death eaters would never accept him as Voldemort's consort, husband, partner, lover or spouse. Voldemort could torture them as much as he wanted to but he'd never be able to make them accept him. Harry pulled his hand back a little and voiced his insecurities,
"Are you sure about this? Are you absolutely certain that you won't regret it later and abandon me?"
Voldemort frowned up at him and pulled his hand back towards himself,
"Harry, I can never think of abandoning you."
"Because I must warn you that if you abandon me then I will make you suffer."
Voldemort chuckled softly, and Harry felt his smile return,
"I will never abandon you. Now, may I have the permission to put the ring on your finger? This position is awfully exhausting."
Harry couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles as Voldemort tried to slide the ring on his finger and he kept evading it. Finally, Voldemort growled and gripped his hand tight and managed to slip the ring on his finger. He had never felt this happy before. When he managed to regain control of his giggles, he looked down and noticed the utter adoration on Voldemort's face. He was about to get up when Harry rested a hand on his shoulder and stopped him,
"Let me soak up this sight. I never knew you would look so exquisite on your knees."
Voldemort tipped his head back and smirked,
"I believe you asked me to kneel for you if I wished for you to fulfil my wish and beg for me."
Harry pulled him up before Voldemort could say anything and held him gently, cupping his face with one hand. He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of his neck. He felt the way Voldemort's body melted against his, the trembles that shook his body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within his own chest. Voldemort was breathless as he showered him with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of warmth. Voldemort gazed at him and looked thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of his affection. He drew back again and whispered,
"Oh, there certainly will be a lot of begging involved later. You'll definitely need all your strength to cope with me, husband dear."
Voldemort gazed at him lovingly, his eyes soft with tenderness before sparking with lust and pure, unadulterated desire. He tilted his head to the side and kissed him, his lips demanding. Harry felt a smouldering heat deep within him as Voldemort's grip tightened, crushing his body to his, gentle yet firm. He slanted his head further, deepening the kiss. Voldemort pressed his tongue to the seam of his lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth. His arms reached up and tangled Voldemort's neck. He began to feel utterly breathless and, in an instant, he had pulled away from his lips and arched up into Voldemort's chest, moaning at the contact of body heat against his own, before Voldemort drew him back into his lips. Sparks shot down his spine with every push of Voldemort's tongue against his. And then they parted, and Voldemort murmured inaudibly against his lips,
"I love you"
Harry's heart went wild inside his chest as soon he registered those three words. He rested his forehead against his and cupped his face,
"I love you too… I love you so much."