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Beta'd by: The lovely and talented ArielSakura

AN/: The challenge is between me and ArielSakura

Prompt 1:

"Oh, you're still alive?"

"Don't sound too disappointed, I might think you don't like me"

Prompt 2:

"Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Seriously? I've had worst nightmares about failing Transfiguration/Potions."

He probably started noticing the eyes following him a couple of days ago while he was laying on the beach enjoying the sun. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the direction the eyes came from but he could definitely feel them caressing his body the same way a lover's hands would. At first, he thought it was someone who was going to approach him for a drink or a date, even when a few passing men stood by his lounger and flirted with him, he still felt the eyes. So, he made the decision to wait for whoever his stalker was to come to him before he made a move.

That was two weeks ago, he could now feel the eyes follow him from the time he exits his penthouse in the morning till he goes back at night sometimes with a guest.

It all came to a head when he was dancing with someone in some underground club that he saw him for the first time, his stalker. He was completely and utterly certain that it was him. Because he knew who it was. He'd been followed by the man long enough to memorise his face. Ever since he was adopted by the somewhat sane supposed evil Dark Lord. Which he was not, evil that is. It turns out his life has been one big lie after another and Voldemort had nothing to do with his parents death and the man found him one day before his sixteenth birthday being wailed on by his uncle and more or less freed him from the clutches of everyone that wanted him for his name and/or fame. Which included everyone he knew from the first time he knew about the existence of the wizarding world till he was rescued by his supposed evil nemesis. Since that day, the Dark Lord had been keeping him safe and away from all of the chaos and has been assigning him different 'bodyguards' to keep him safe. If you asked Harry he'd tell you that his adopted father was a bit too paranoid. That's where his new or shall we say reassigned bodyguard came in.

Rodolphus Lestrange.

He'd never forget the man that once rejected him.

He was the first bodyguard Harry had ever had, a few days after his rescue and adoption by the Dark Lord, he was told by said man that he will be having one of his best to safeguard him. Turns out that was an inner circle member. The man kept shadowing him everywhere he went, Harry wasn't able to shake him off no matter how hard he tried until he finally gave up and accepted the man as his bodyguard. It first began when he first stopped trying to lose his tail. Rodolphus as it seems was already preparing to chase the younger man all over muggle London when instead for the first time ever he found him sitting in one of the window sills of the Dark Lord's manor reading a book. At first Rodolphus waved his wand over the figure of the teen much to Harry's amusement to know for sure if it was the teen or another decoy.

"Satisfied?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow when the older man stopped his wand waving and leaned against the door, arms crossed over his muscled chest and wand in hand resting against his left shoulder.

Rodolphus grunted, his eyes never leaving the teen for one moment.

"You do know that you can have a seat?" Harry finally asked exasperated after a few hours of the man not even moving an inch.

Rodolphus stared at the teen for a few seconds before moving forward and sitting in one of the arm chairs after he turned it towards where the teen was sitting gaining a huff from the teen when he returned to his silent staring.

"What are you reading?" Rodolphus asked after another hour of watching the teen who seemed to be getting more agitated by his silent staring.

That started their conversations and after that Harry didn't mind Rodolphus following him all that much. He was actually starting to enjoy the older man's company.

One moment he was laughing with Rodolphus about something as they walked down the street of a Parisian magical district and the next he was thrown away and hitting a wall. He coughed trying to get his lungs to cooperate as he looked around him, thank Merlin the street they were walking through was empty and the explosion didn't hurt anyone. Harry quickly started searching for his companion, trying to see if he's hurt or not. He was drawn through the smoke by a tortured scream and he ran towards it before freezing when he came upon the sight of Rodolphus covered in blood and was towering over two writhing figures. He was torturing them it seemed.

"Rodo…" Harry stuttered out green eyes frozen on the two bloody bodies on the floor.

Suddenly the screaming stopped and Rodolphus turned towards his charge slowly and Harry could see for a split second the madness behind those silver eyes he was so constantly admiring.

"Harry?" His eyes cleared as they fell on the shivering teen, he stepped forward only to stop when Harry flinched back. "Are you afraid of me?" He whispered, the question paining him to ask.

"I've had worst nightmares about failing Potions." Harry replied with a shaky smile, gaining a huff from the older man.

"Are you alright?" Rodolphus asked, pleased when Harry didn't flinch again as he approached him to check him over.

"I'm fine." Harry said, doing his own checking on the other man. "Who are - were they?"

"No one of import." Rodolphus dismissed his question making Harry glare. "Let's go back home."

Harry huffed as the other man pulled him closer and apparated them home.

It's been happening more often lately. Harry's thoughts kept running back to Rodolphus more and more as the days passed. It also didn't help that the man was constantly around him, walking next to him and sometimes he'd put his hand against Harry's lower back - which Harry enjoyed a bit too much - as Rodolphus lead him from place to place.

It's been frustrating Harry more and more lately. Feeling flustered every time the older man came close to him or spoke to him and Harry could feel that the older man was noticing something different about him. Harry wished that Rodolphus would think that he was flustered because he was going back to Hogwarts soon.

So there they were, sitting in the library as usual, Harry on the window sill and Rodolphus on his armchair. To tell the truth, Harry wasn't paying any attention to his book, he was stealing glances at the older man on the armchair.

"Do you want something, Harry?" Said man asked, looking up from his book with a raised eyebrow at the young teen.

"No." Harry muttered, eyes glued to the pages of his book.

"Are you sure?" Rodolphus asked, holding back a grin at the sight of Harry covering more of his face with the book. "Because you haven't turned a single page for the past half hour."

Harry looked up a bit wide eyed at the handsome man. Trying to wrack his brain for something to say that didn't sound like utter gibberish.

"Just feeling a bit sleepy." He answered hurriedly lowering his eyes to his book when he noticed the amusement in Rodolphus's silver eyes.

Rodolphus closed the book he had in his hand and placed it on the small table beside his armchair then stood up and moved closer towards the sitting teen.

"Shall we?" He asked when Harry looked up and continued when the younger man tilted his head in question. "Go to your room."

Harry blushed at first, his mind going in a direction that he was sure the older man didn't mean for him to go to. Harry stayed silent and they walked back to his room in silence with his green eyes down as Rodolphus guided him with a hand at the small of his back.

When they reached Harry's room they stopped and before Harry opened the door he braced himself against it for a minute then turned around with his back against the door and looked up at the older man. Green eyes locked on silver.

"Do you nee…" Rodolphus didn't get to finish as Harry suddenly pushed away from the door and crashed his lips against the taller man, his hands grabbing Rodolphus's robes.

Harry moaned into the kiss when it seemed that the other man was kissing him back. Unfortunately, that moan brought Rodolphus's mind away from the teen's luscious lips. He gently pushed Harry away and removed his arms from where they wound up around Rodolphus's neck.

"We can't do this," He said strongly, stopping Harry from closing the gap between them.

"Why not?" Harry huffed, crossing his arms against his chest when he realized that the other man wouldn't budge.

"Because I'm supposed to protect you not fuck you."

Rodolphus winced when Harry's eyes widened at his phrasing and was about to try to say it differently but it was too late because Harry entered his room and slammed the door in his face.

Rodolphus hesitated for a moment before turning and leaving not willing to give the teen hope by knocking on the door and apologizing. Now, he had a Dark Lord to speak to.

Harry huffed as he rolled over on his back and glared at the ceiling, he hasn't had any sleep last night. He spent all night thinking about what happened, jumping between anger, embarrassment and humiliation. He finally got up when the clock reached ten in the morning and despondently moved towards the bathroom for his morning ritual, all the while firming his resolve to ignore the older man until he apologizes.

He was in for a shock.

Harry opened the door and was about to turn his head, pretending that he didn't notice the older man as he planned but froze at who was waiting in front of his door.

"Where's Rodolphus?" He asked Barty who was leaning on the wall in front of Harry's room.

"How rude," Barty tsked grinning at his young friend. "Where's my good morning?"

Harry just gave him a flat look.

"Good morning to you too, sunshine?" Barty exclaimed grinning at the deadpanned expression his little friend gave. "Are you that sad to miss your eye-candy?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Fine," Barty rolled his eyes when Harry didn't respond like he usually does when Rodolphus was mentioned. "He's away on a mission."

''I thought I was his 'Mission'?" Harry huffed before he turned and made his way to the dining room where the Dark Lord would undoubtedly be. For he was not a morning person.

Barty's silence answered the question, Marvolo's answered it further.

Rodolphus left because of him.

So, why is Harry still there?

He left too.