Daddy Dearest (слэш)

“But daddy, doesn’t it make you uncomfortable? Is that not the first thing you said when I walked in?” Harry began, leaning forward to plant his hands on either side of the desk.
Was the boy really―?
“None of the boys my year know you’re my daddy. It would be a shame if one day, during Fifth Year examinations, I just…slip.” Harry’s voice was teasing, his tone silkier than Voldemort remembered hearing.