The air was brimming with tension, threatening to choke both of the armies standing on either side of the great hall.
"Now, Draco, come here." The snake-faced man hissed, his voice laced with absolute authority, menace, and something he couldn't recognize. Of course, Voldemort sneered whenever someone spoke about love. Oh, love, how great it was. How it was undefeatable, the most awesome power in the world that anyone could possibly possess. Did it save Dumbledore? No. Did it prevent him from taking over the school? No. That unidentified flutter he felt in his stomach whenever he saw that blonde Malfoy boy couldn't possibly be love. He does not even know what love was. Love was absolutely rubbish as far as he was concerned. But he couldn't help but feel his spirits lift as Draco crossed the no-man's-land, towards his side of the great hall. He couldn't help notice the electrical current he felt when their skin touch, a thunderstorm dancing on his skin. For one second, he allowed himself to hold the boy close, felling something he never even though existed. It was absurd for him to feel the emotion called love, and even more preposterous that it was directed towards the Malfoy boy. But nevertheless, he was the reason that on every Valentine's Day, there was always a box of chocolates, address but undelivered, sitting on his desk.
Requested by Mink Tea, a drabble on a crack paring, One sided love VoldemortVDraco, chocolates, post-hug. This is probably the craziest thing I've ever written, and that's saying something. And to Mink Tea, *sniffles* I hope you're happy.