No One had seen Draco for three days; Lucius had left to find his missing son, which suited Voldemort just fine, it was the potions master he was in need of.

"This is the one I want Sevy, it will work perfectly."

"I don't think so my lord." Severus spoke in a whine

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, lord, you're right, so Amortentia, huh?"

"It's the most powerful, I was thinking perhaps you could soup it up, make it stronger?"

"Stronger? You want me to make the Amortentia potion stronger when you intend to give it to a house elf."

"Could you?"

Severus starred at the maniac for a beat before letting out a slow exhausted sigh.

"I'll go get the Ashwinder Eggs shall I?"

Voldemort giggled, he'd never been so happy before in his life. He didn't know exactly when the strange attraction had come about, it had been some time before the nasty business with the Potters that saw him spending a good deal of time as a disembodied spirit.

Of course it had been before that, where a good few meetings had been held in the Malfoy manor. He'd seen the elf a few times and thought nothing of it, back then the likes of Dobby had been nothing to him but vermin, alas the house elf had a charm, the way he worked that decrepit pillow case, well it sparked something inside the dark lord that hadn't been sparked before.

One day Dobby had waddled over to the Lady Malfoy with her tea.

"Not during the meeting you stupid wretch."

She'd muttered. Oh how the elf had blanched, he muttered apologies and then, as though possessed had begun to whack his head on the nearest surface.

Well that just did it for Voldie; his line of thought was interrupted, in a daze his eyes locked onto the back and forth self-harm that seemed to be progressing in slow motion in front of him. All at once he had noticed the leather-like nature of the skin, the wide, bulging, panicked eyes, the alluring length of the nose, and he was in love.

Voldemort's fantasies got away with him, Severus had been working non-stop, sustaining himself with pepper-up potions as the day faded into night.

"It's taking awfully long Sevy-poo." Voldemort whined. Severus was impressed the dark Lord had stayed in the potions lab for so long and so let the insulting name slide.

"Yes, well my lord, although the regular Amortentia potion is in the capabilities of amateurs, pioneering a new version, even if just merely strengthened, is proving time consuming."

Severus continued stirring; sweat forming as he counted each turn. The ingredients the Dark Lord had obtained where of the finest quality, and mostly black-market, if he did this correctly, applying his vast knowledge the potion would indeed be strong, perhaps the strongest ever made.

It was nearly midnight and the potion was nearing the end.

"You may want to stuff your nose my Lord." Snape warned, applying paper wads up his own.

"No, no, I want to smell." Voldemort replied eagerly, coming over to the table. Finally steam began spiraling upward, dancing characteristically as the liquid became a mother of pearl sheen that was so bright Severus was momentarily blinded. He blinked, trying to see straight. When the room became clear, he found his Lord collapsed onto the floor.

The lord was giggling, rolling around like a maniac, rubbing his face.

"Socks, I smell…socks!" The smell was so strong it had sent the lord delirious; Snape had a bad feeling about it all.

"Now we must…um…personalize the potion to you."

Voldemort stopped giggling.

"Do you need one of my hairs?"

"Oh no you can, um, keep them, it will work best with your blood."

Voldemort got shakily to his feet and hovered his hand over the potion. With a moderated sectumsempra the Dark Lord's blood was added, the potion shone brighter then the sun. With a thump the Dark Lord fainted, managing to mutter "Socks." Before he hit the floor.