Disclaimer: Voldemort, as do the rest of Harry Potter world, does not belong to me, but out dearest JK Rowling.
Rating for the language.
Voldemort's Followers
The meeting for the Death Eaters just commenced. All that were present, as Lucius Malfoy confirmed, were males.
"Alright, alright. I presume that all whose supposed to come have arrived." He clapped his hands firmly once, signalling for silence. "Now, anyone has an urgent issue at hand and need to settle it first before we proceed with tonight's objectives?"
A hand rose.
"Yes, you." Malfoy acknowledged his masked counterpart.
The mand stood. "Urh," he began feebly, "I was just thinking..." He paused in hesitation.
Malfoy's brows creased beneath his mask. "What?" He asked sharply.
Comically, the man jumped, as though frightened. "I've asked around, exchanging information with my fellow Death Eaters... And it led me to come to a conclusion."
Yet another pause. However, as though he had sensed Lucius Malfoy crease his brows again, the man hastily continued, "It seems men with the Dark Mark experience pulses of sharp pain in the arm where the Dark Mark is etched, when engaging in, urh, intercourse with our, urh, wives."
"It's almost as though the Dark Lord knows what we were doing and punished us for it since he himself cannot have that pleasure!" A faceless imbecile supplied, but keeping the last few words a little less audible than before.
The cave suddenly fell dead with silence, save for the balls of fire cackling humourously in their torches.
"Well," came the placid note of Lucius Malfoy, "then I propose that you all go and try fucking a man."
end.
A/N: Got the idea when I was in the loo... Urh, is there a link? Loll. It's so short and sweet so don't be stingy...
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