Blooming Flowers

Home Sweet Home

Severus was face down on the bed, the pillow under his cheek was wet with tears and drool. His hole was red, open and oozing cum.

He may have overdone it, thought the Dark Lord.

He couldn't help it, after learning of what that worm had done and tried to do to his Severus, had said. Even worse, having to learn about it from his son; because apparently Severus didn't see any concern about it (rationally, he knew why, Severus's childhood had helped shaped him after all). The dark possessiveness that he usually tried to keep in check for Severus' and the children' sake, broke free, and he took it out on Severus. He pushed both of them beyond their limits, held him down as Severus wailed, making sure he knew who exactly he belonged to.

"Going to have to work on a big apology," the Dark Lord thought with a wince as he rolled over his lover.

Severus moaned, eyes that were a little more focused, but sleepy, blinked at him. Smiling gently, and with a soft murmur of an apology that wasn't heard, Voldemort went about cleaning them up. After a kiss on the forehead, he curled up against his lover's back.

Morning came, and Voldemort had to sit through breakfast with a gaze burning into him. Even Hedwig noticed and although she didn't know why, added her unblinking yellow stare. Finally, as the children were in their rooms getting ready to go to the Malfoys, the Dark Lord turned to his lover, and waited.

"Last night," Severus began, "was…very different. You were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon."

Voldemort frowned a bit. He didn't howl.

"You frightened me," Severus continued

Voldemort nodded and braced himself for the worst. He blinked when a body pressed closed to his own and he was kissed.

"Do it again," was purred against his lips.

..…Well then.

~.~

"The hell you mean he talked to the Basilisk?!"

~.~

The children were grounded for what they did at school, and as punishment were made to clean a rather large section of the Malfoy garden. Which meant, for most of the day, Severus and Voldemort had the house to themselves. While both would love nothing more then to be lazy, and then a little less lazy to screw each other's brains out, they couldn't.

Voldemort had to make sure things were prefect before he launched the second part to his plan. And Severus had to make potions for orders that had come in a few weeks before the end of the school year. So they were both kept busy.

"What do you think of this person?" Voldemort asked passing over the information to his lover, Severus was on break.

Upon seeing the name Severus raised a brow, "You think you'll be able to trust him?"

"Remus's been talking with him, and according to him, there is interest."

"Interest does not mean loyalty."

"Jacob's been talking with him too."

"Ah, well, put it in the maybe pile."

The parchment was given back, Voldemort put it in the maybe pile and then showed Severus another.

"I would say yes. However, she's under Albus's thumb."

Voldemort hummed, "Might be worth it."

"If you get arrested, I'm selling your stuff."

"Fair enough."

On the Dark Lord's desk, Hedwig was ripping up a parchment from the rejected pile into stripes, most likely to add to the stripes in Padfoot's fur. The dog hadn't even tried to resist. After they were done, Voldemort convinced Severus to extend his break, and they had lunch in bed where Severus spent being snuggled up to and fed by the Dark Lord.

~.~

Dirty, sweaty, and exhausted, Harry leaned back for a moment's rest.

"Why do your parents have such a big garden?!" He whined to Draco.

Draco didn't say anything. He was focused on pulling out a particularity stubborn weed. Next to him, Hermione was nearly done with her side, while Ron was taking a break and drinking water given to him by an House Elf. They weren't even working on the whole garden, just a section. Tomorrow, they had another section, and then another for a whole week. Next week, they were to clean, and sort items in one of the Malfoy's storage rooms. A seemingly endless room, full of dust and large crates and trunks.

"I think I would have prefer the Basilisk." Harry thought as he accepted a glass of water from the House Elf, Dobby that had popped in.

Taking a sip, Harry thought about said Basilisk. He hadn't managed to visit the chamber again during his last days of Hogwarts, his Dad was keeping a close eye on him and the others. He also had a suspicion his Dad was preventing the Headmaster from talking to him, his sister and friends. He was a little worried for the large serpent. No doubt the Headmaster didn't want the creature in his school, but so far he hadn't heard anything about them capturing it before leaving.

He suppose he could ask Dad.

Then there was Lockhart, who Harry had apparently Obliviated when the man attacked them. The man's memories were a mess, and he had been admitted in the hospital, thus the Defense Against the Dark Arts position was opened again.

Starting to sense a pattern, Harry wasn't really eager to for it to be filled.

~.~

"Then Harry rode the Basilisk straight to the Headmaster's office!"

Voldemort chuckled as he turned the page of the book he was reading.

"We wanted to keep it, but Daddy said no, not even Papa could change his mind."

Looking up, he saw Hermione pouting before it slipped into a small smile. Her eyes gleamed with sadness as they gazed down upon the unmoving body. It was the type sadness that Voldemort sometimes saw when Severus was thinking about Harry's green eyes.

Voldemort frowned.

"Bet if you were there, he would have said yes."

Her voice had lowered, softer.

"I think it's time to go," The disguised Dark Lord bookmarked his spot, and stood.

"Hermione, sweetie, its time to go."

Hermione's shoulders slumped, and she nodded. She leaned over, whispered a goodbye, then with a kiss on the cheek; followed her Papa out the room, hand in hand. They managed to get nearly to the exit before they were stopped by the doctor.

"Ah, Mr. Riddle."

Voldemort's hand twitched at his Muggle name. Smiling tightly, he waited for the man to approach.

"Do you have a moment?" the Medi-wizard asked, smiling at Hermione upon seeing her.

At that moment, Hermione's hand squeezed his tightly. He looked down at his daughter and saw her biting her bottom lip and shifting on her feet in that moment Voldemort knew he was going to deny the man, especially since he had a good idea as to what the potential conversation was going to be about.

"Afraid not, we have a schedule to keep today, you can owl us. Excuse us."

And even though she was older, and was much heavier, Voldemort picked up his daughter and headed out the door. He only put her down once they arrived home.

Some hours later, Severus received an owl.

"Should we?" Voldemort asked after reading the letter.

"There is still brain activity. As far as I'm concerned, that means there's still a possibility." Severus's voice was clipped as he folded up the letter.

Voldemort's next words were carefully spoken. "Perhaps it's time that we should, at the least-"

"If Greg doesn't wake up," Severus interrupted, "by the time Hermione is of age. All three of us will sit down, and have a talk."

".…Alright."

~.~

It was evening at Malfoy Manor. The dining table was alive with warm and joyous chatter, the food hot and delicious, the wine sweet on the tongue. The children were upstairs, having a dinner party of their own, happy that their punishment was over.

Everyone was in a good mood.

Severus figured that now was as good a time as any to ruin it.

"Albus is becoming suspicious of Harry, and by extension me."

The dinner table went silent with a clatter of a fork.

Voldemort put down his goblet. "How so?"

"He asked me questions, not a surprise considering... However, because this is the second time Harry has done something…peculiar-"

"So that's what we're calling making friends with a Basilisk?" Jacob snorted.

"His questions have given me reason to pause, especially at the ones about his mother."

All around everyone went tense.

"Do you think-"

Severus cut Fenrir off with a shake of his head, "No, he doesn't know of Harry's parentage, but the fact that he asked-"

"We need to be cautious," Lucius finished for him.

"Yes." Severus nodded, while Narcissa, and Remus sighed.

Then all eyes turned to Voldemort, who had been quiet for the rest of the conversation.

"Does Albus still believe that you are loyal to him?"

Severus picked up his own goblet, "Yes. That I have no doubt, and though he is suspicious, it's more so to do with Harry than of you, Milord."

"While that may be true, how long do you think before he does start questioning your loyalty?" Lucius brought up.

"When indeed." Voldemort sighed as he downed the rest of his wine.

~.~

For his birthday, Draco got four baby peacocks.

"I have a feeling I lucked out in the pet category." Severus thought as he watched the peachicks play about in his front yard from the window.

Two of them had decided that Padfoot would make a good mountain to climb. Padfoot seemed happy about it if his wagging tail was any indication. The third peachick was playing with the children, while the fourth seemed happy to settle next to Hedwig for a nap.

"I miss Nagini," Voldemort sighed from beside him.

Severus glanced at his lover. It had been a long time since the Dark Lord mentioned the snake. Briefly he wondered if him mentioning it now was because he had found out Harry was a Parselmouth.

"Do you have any clues as to where to find her?"

Voldemort shook his head. "No, when I sent her away, I did so without knowledge of her destination, safer that way."

".….Do you want to look for her?"

"I shouldn't."

~.~

Again.

Again, because of that child, revenge was lost.

All that energy, that planning, gone.

Again. Again. Again!

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Next plan, have to start the next.

Have to kill, kill, kill.

….…Perhaps…. they….. should….. rest…..rest…rest…. for now.

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