'Tis Just a Drabble

That I wrote for dear Breese, a bit of tongue and cheek Harry/Voldie drabblet. Enjoy.

Consumed with Love

"You must be joking." Lord Voldemort, the terror of England looked up from filing his nails into sharp points.

"Uh..um...I'm afraid..that is..." The minion before him coughed and shuffled his feet. "That is...uhh what it says...Lord."

"Repeat it."

"Uh...says that in order to defeat thine enemy, you must...uhh...he must be consumed with love."

"There is not other way that this could be translated?" He snarled, ignoring the shaking shoulders of a few of his followers. Those that laughed now would regret it later.

"Uhh...no, I don't...uh..."

"Crucio." He flicked his wand and watched as the man was reduced to agony. "The rest of you, leave me, I must think."

-Three Days Later-

Replete in bed, the scourge of the United Kingdom licked his lover's essence from his lips. Who would
could have known just three days ago that he would grow to love the taste of this boy? Even now, he felt stronger, more powerful though at the moment he only wanted a nap. Not here though.

"Lucius!"

The elegant blond strode into the room all too quickly. Most likely he'd been waiting right outside the door. Well, he'd be punished. He was gratified to see the composed Malfoy blanche at the decadent scene before him.

"Yes, my Lord."

"See to it that this is cleaned up. Don't throw any of it away."

"Yes, my Lord."

With a loving hand, Voldemort patted the bloody skeleton that was all that remained of one Harry Potter, then moved his hand to a stomach with a grimace.

"Get Severus to cook up a stomach soother. I don't want my new found power repeating on me."

"Yes, my Lord."

Consumed with love, indeed.