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Voldemort is a Pervert. :D
"Why can't we ever just sit down to dinner with this boy without you throwing food at him?!" Screamed Professor Dumbledore, giving a stern look to the Dark Lord.
"Because he's a disgrace." Twitched Voldemort, flinging what was left of his roll at Harry's head.
"You are just jealous, you slit nosed, floppy wanded…" Harry began, and was soon cut off by an apple thwacking him in the head. Dumbledore let out an exhausted sigh and trudged out of the room. Voldemort watched the door as it closed and then glanced at harry through the corner of his eye. He was eating chicken. Voldemort grinned as he stood up and dragged his chair near Harry's. He sat down and propped his feet up on Harry's legs. Harry stopped eating and placed his chicken down.
"Um, what exactly are you doing?..."
"Just relaxing, Harry." Voldemort smiled again and closed his eyes. Harry then became wide eyed, and threw Voldemort's feet of his legs, causing him to fall off the chair he was on.
"What is your problem?!" Harry cried as he stood up and started walking out of the room, furiously pounding his feet and flaring his nostrils. Voldemort quickly stood up and ran to Harry, grabbing him by the shoulder and whirling him around.
"I'm sorry Harry, it's just that…you're so attractive."
"WHAT?!" Harry screamed in terror and began prying Voldemort's bony fingers off his shoulder. The steel grip couldn't be budged, and Harry soon gave up, and threw Voldemort a death glare. Voldemort had a pained look in his eyes as he tried to pull Harry into a hug. Harry began flailing like he'd been electrocuted, and Voldemort released his grip.
"Harry, please. All I want is a hug, a heartfelt hug."
"I don't believe you." Harry gasped
"Well, you're probably right. I honestly want to see you naked."