The Way Harry Just GRABS His Things And Is Like - Tumblr Posts

.... my.. well everything really, CUZ WTF WHY IS THIS HOT

“What?”

“I hadn’t realized we were at relations considered this… close” Voldemort says while eyeing the sugary confection that, moments prior, he was eating. 

“Oh we’re way past that. We’re closer than close.” Harry says, taking another bite out of the stolen praline and returns Voldemort’s unimpressed stare with a sagely nod. “This,” he emphasized with vigorous pointing between the two of them, “is as intimate as it gets.”

“That doesn't mean we have to exchange body fluids - for Merlin’s sake stop waving the biscuit around! Is it not enough that you took it?” 

Harry very maturely licks it and tries to shove it in Voldemort’s face. Voldemort grabs both his wrists and squeezes. 

Harry, entirely undeterred, continues, “why bother with all the formalities? What’s yours is mine and all that. I carry a piece of your soul. My blood is in your veins. And I’m basically your conscience…" Harry takes another bite, still pinned, " - the only semblance of empathy you have, really.” He frees the biscuit hand. Polishes the treat off with a sip of tea from Voldemort’s teacup while he was at it, because hey, it’s already how he liked it. “Honestly, what’s a little saliva at this point?”

Voldemort swats him and steals back his tea with a look. "I'm going to rot your tongue off."

Harry adjusts the hold still locked onto his left wrist and twines their hands together. He beams. "And I'll make sure you feel every second of it."