This story is a birthday present for my friend TheRealHoldim!
(I've never written Quirrelmort before so this was kind of strange to write.)
Disclaimer: I don't own the AVP series or Harry Potter.
Quirrell leafed to the next page of the catalogue; he absentmindedly wandered his finger across the text, trying to locate the price. He silently exclaimed after seeing it. Don't they make any reasonably priced suits? He sighed and put the book of ridiculously expensive clothing on the coffee table and reached for another.
Voldemort knocked on the door impatiently, it had just started raining and he was absolutely freezing. But this was probably because he always chose to take his daughter to the Kings Cross whilst he was still shirtless. After knocking several extra times, he heard a voice yelling from inside the house.
"I'm coming! I'll be just a second!" Voldemort smiled as the door was opened, revealing his husband grinning back at him.
"Sorry I took so long, I had to help Wang find her compartment."
"It's fine, now come in before you get a cold." Quirrell dragged Voldemort into the house, quickly closing the door in an attempt to keep the house warm. "Do you want a tea? I made a pot a few minutes ago."
"I'd love one, Thanks!" As Quirrell went into the kitchen to prepare drinks, Voldemort wandered over to the sofa where a large catalogue was lying half open, several page corners folded over. He curiously opened it to one of these pages. It was covered in several pictures of formal wear. "Squirrell!" He yelled towards the kitchen "Why do you need a suit?" He looked through some of the others that were sat on the table; they all seemed to have pictures of wedding suits.
"Didn't you hear the news?" He had an excited expression on his face as he walked in, after handing the tea to his partner he sat down on the sofa.
"What news?"
"Sam and Candice Cane! They're getting married!"
"So….. We have to go?" Attending a wedding wasn't exactly his idea of a fun time. "Are you sure? Candice is really annoying and that Sam reminds me of that creepy clown in those muggle Batman films."
"What's Batman? But yes, we do have to go. That's why I was looking at suits; it's the last part I need to organise for us. I've sorted out everything else, transport, accommodation…"
"Well if you've gone to this much trouble, I suppose I can put up with Candice's laugh for one night. Wait!" He suddenly looked excited "People dance at weddings don't they?"
"I hope not…."
"Why not? I love dancing! And it would make the evening more bearable. Hey, we could dance together!" Quirrell frowned and mumbled something. "What did you say?" Quirrell mumbled again. "What are you saying?"
"I CAN'T DANCE. Don't hate me for it; I'm just no good at it." Voldemort laughed.
"Why don't I teach you?"
"What?"
"Come on." Voldemort stood up and pushed the table to one side, creating a large space in the middle of the lounge. He grabbed Quirrell's hand and pulled him to his feet. "I can't believe you never said you couldn't dance, I would have taught you years ago." Voldemort pulled Quirrell closer to him, grabbing hold of his other hand. They moved slowly at first, Voldemort instructing him. They twirled round the room, laughing the whole time. Voldemort only got slightly annoyed when Quirrell constantly trod on his feet. They hardly paid attention to the clock and by the time they finally collapsed back onto the sofa in a happy daze, it had already been several hours.
"That was…. Incredible" Quirrell panted. He leaned his head on Voldemort's shoulder, trying to regain his breath.
"Do you know how to dance now?" Quirrell was too tired to respond properly, so he just nodded. "Good, now the wedding might be mildly better. As I always say: When life sucks, just dance!"