Disclaimer: I own nothing. :C
Warnings: Over-fluffiness, extreme shortness, and cliché-ness. :P
Contains slash, but no man on man action. Just fluffy love.
A/N: To anybody who is eagerly awaiting an update of my other Quirrellmort story: I AM SO SORRY. D: I really want to update, but I've got some SERIOUS writer's block. I will update ASAP. For now, (try to) enjoy this super-short, sickeningly sweet drabble that I jotted down. (I'll probably add more drabbles to this - if I get ideas, that is.)
"Oh, look, Voldemort!"
Quirrell's face lit up as a shooting star arched across the night sky. The other stars seemed to twinkle joyously as a faint line of stardust smudged the velvety black sky.
"Wow," he breathed.
Voldemort smiled beside him. He loved the way Quirrell's brown eyes grew wide like saucers, how they shone almost as bright as the celestial bodies themselves. He loved how Quirrell's lips turned upwards as his mouth hung slightly open, breath caught for a moment. As mushy and teen fan-girly it was, it was true… he loved Quirrell.
A silent moment passed as the two watched the fallen star disappear from view.
"So, did you make a wish?" Quirrell asked, turning to the other man Voldemort shook his head, staring into the night, then smiled at Quirrell.
"Why not?"
Voldemort had to chuckle at this. Quirrell seemed so dismayed and crestfallen, all because he didn't wish on a shooting star.
"Because I've already got everything I could ever wish for. Right here with me."
A/N: Did I just drown you in fluff? Sorry 'bout that. :P
I honestly don't really like how that came out. D: -lowselfesteem- And it was only 170 words – I feel like it was pointless to post. Ah well.
Please REVIEW and let me know if it was really that bad. I'd really appreciate it.
And check out my other stories for more (and better) Quirrellmort love if you haven't done so! ;)