He was going to be the belle of the ball, swirling across the dance floor in his pink, Hello Kitty dress, flounces and sequins sewn across an obscene amount of pink lace. He could practically feel the slithery material against his pale skin. Long fingers traced down the front of his throat as he pictured what necklace would go best. Perhaps a pink bow tie with the Hello Kitty insignia cocked to one side.

A lipless smile curved across his face, red eyes burning bright in anticipation.

"My lord," a voice interrupted.

The ballroom in his mind flickered, faded, and then morphed into the darkened den at Malfoy Manor. Lucius bowed low, his robe sleeves scraping across the floor, blond hair curtaining off his expression.

"Yes?" Voldemort drawled out the word in a soft, dangerous purr.

"You wanted to see me, my lord?" Lucius straightened, but kept his gaze averted.

"Ah, yes." The ballroom returned to view, complete with the sounds of a full orchestra. "I have plans for a celebratory event once Mr. Potter is pronounced dead."

"Celebratory? My lord?" The man was confused.

Voldemort ran a finger across his lips, imagining what it would feel like to wear Passion Fruit Pink lipstick. His smile grew wider, more predatory.

"A ball, Mr. Malfoy, a ball," the Dark Lord replied.

Still confused, but doing his best not to show it, Lucius Malfoy bowed again and backed out of the room. He always thought it best to keep as much distance between himself and his master as possible during days like this. There was a distinct madness... and then there were the images of Voldemort in a pink dress that a skilled Legilimens could sometimes spot shining out of those red eyes.

THE END