It was a dark night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and all was at rest. Only there was one problem, one person, who could not sleep. Quirinus Quirrel could not close his eyes without fantasizing about something he had wanted to do since the beginning of the school year but was too much of a pussy to act on it. He whispered into the night and if you weren't a fan of Harry Potter, you would think he was talking to himself. "Hey, Voldemort, I mean-! Dark Lord?" He asked. The man under his turban thing replied, "Yes Quirrel, what is it…" "It's just, do you ever imagine you know… being with someone… in a very… Special way?" Voldemort pondered this for a moment and imagined him and Quirrel hand in hand, walking through a field of petunias. "Yes. Yes I do Quirrel. Yes I do." They both went on awake for ten minutes without a single noise from either of them until Quirrel broke out and said very quietly, "I love you Voldy…" Voldemort smiled at this and pretended to be asleep and eventually DID fall asleep with the love of his life right beside him, both of them dreaming about their future together.