"Quirrell" Voldemort said passionately "That feels good."
"You want me to do it harder?" replied Quirrell.
"Yeah, harder."
"That good?"
"Not good. Amazing."
"Do I not get a shot?"
"No it's too good! Uh." moaned Voldemort.
"Come on it's my turn." demanded Quirrell.
Voldemort kept on refusing. "That's it no more backrubs for you."
"Aww Quirrell why do you have to be such a buzzkill?"
"Because I do. Come on let's get to sleep now. We'll end up disturbing the neighbours."
"Fine Quirrell. Just because I love you."
"Ha-ha. I love you too Voldy."
Quirrell had his usual nightmare that night. He dreamt he was back in Azkaban. He hated it but then who would like it. This dream brought back all his bad memories from when Voldemort left him. Even though Quirrell knew he wouldn't do it again he was always paranoid Voldemort would. This is what made it more of a nightmare. He couldn't stand losing Voldemort. It was a too painful experience.
"Quirrell, Quirrell wake up, Quirrell." Quirrel was shaking. He always did this when he was having the nightmare.
"Quirrell are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Quirrell lied. He was still shaking.
"No you're not. Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Hot Chocolate? A Jane Austen novel?" Voldemort offered. He knew Quirrell liked to read Jane Austen. She was Quirrell's favourite author.
Quirrell laughed. "No, I'll be fine. Thanks for waking me up it much appreciated."
"Don't worry. I may have been an evil dark lord but I'm nicer now. Especially to you my little squirrel Quirrel."
"What time is it anyway?" Quirrel asked.
"Emm 7 in the morning."
"Oh I am as well getting up then."
"Nah, it's your turn"