Okay, so this is going to be a set of oneshots/drabbles that are all connected in a way, but are spread out.
So one oneshot may be before they were married, and then the next one would be after their honeymoon. Same story, but parts are empty for you to fill in. It may be a huge part missing or a small one.
Understood?
So basically it's a bunch of bits and pieces of a story I'm too lazy to write.
This story belongs to J.K. Rowling and AVPM, for the ideas.
Quirell woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked.
He smiled, got up, and headed downstairs.
As he reached the kitchen, Quirell noticed his love standing by the stove, using his wand to cook bacon and eggs.
He stood behind his love and wrapped his arms around Voldemort's waist.
"I love you." Quirell whispered into his ear.
"I love you too. Now get the fuck away, bacon and eggs coming through."said Voldemort, levitating the eggs and bacon to a plate in the center of a table.
Quirell stuck his tongue out at him but took a place at the table in the small house.
Voldemort grabbed the milk and pumpkin juice and he sat down at the table.
He placed eggs on his plate and poured some pumpkin juice into his cup.
Quirell grabbed a lot of bacon and a little bit of eggs and put it on his plate. He poured himself a glass of milk.
"So, Voldy, what's the plan?" murmured Quirell, taking a sip of juice.
"The plan, Quirelly, is to watch She's All That."teased Voldemort.
Quirell finished eating, got up, plate in hand, and tugged on Voldemort's ear jokingly.
He had been about to put his plate in the sink when he suddenly had his wrist grabbed by Voldemort.
"For a brilliant professor, you sure are stupid."said Voldemort and said,"Scourgify!"
The dishes were instantly cleaned and Voldemort levitated them to the cabinet.
Quirell broke into a gentle smile and pressed him against a wall.
He leaned forward and kissed Voldemort gently, savoring the taste of his lips.
"How about we spend time in bed instead?"Quirell murmured, in between kissing Voldemort's neck.
"Alright."he said and Quirell began heading towards the bedroom.
Voldemort was about to follow him, then remembered something he needed to do.
He walked to the cabinet above the sink and grabbed a purple potion bottle.
Voldemort took a huge drink and shuddered as the taste of warm milk filled him.
"I wonder which one of us it will be."he thought as he put the bottle away and headed towards the bedroom.
So what do you think the potion bottle contained?