The few weeks between that night passed so quickly for the Gryffindors, yet so uneventfully for the Slytherins. Amidst all of the schoolwork, dancing club for Lucius, Voldemort, Bellatrix and Quirrell (Voldy had forced him to get involved - in return he got into gardening with Quirrell as an outside school hobby). However, things were a bit more exciting when it was announced there would be a Halloween 'Fright Night/Bonfire Night' party on November 1st, at which the dance club will be performing a little number.

Severus and James, who were also in the dance club, knew they would be going together. They didn't even ask each other, they just met each other in between corridors for a quick cheek-kiss and then decided what colour dress robes they should wear, so they don't clash, but still look manly. It confused a lot of people that those two weren't a couple, yet always acted like such.

Lucius and Bella, also dancing in the show that night, were excited. No one had yet to ask Bellatrix, and she would have refused downright if it wasn't Lucius who asked her. Although he knew that she was saving herself for him, he just couldn't get the bottle. Well... there was always the possiblity of asking her to dance on the night itself.

Unfortunately for Voldy and Quirrell, because they were guys and not in a kind-of-relationship like Severus and James, they were forced to be paired up with two girls for the performance, one from Ravenclaw and one from Hufflepuff.

Voldy was moaning about his Hufflepuff dance partner in the dormitories one afternoon when just Quirrell and him were alone. "I FIND her to be, like, the most clingy person ever! I hate it!" At this point Quirrell squirmed in his seat, knowing he was also quite clingy when it came to his close friend. Voldy, not noticing, continued. "I mean if it was you, i wouldn't mind as much, because we're that tight." He crossed his two fingers together. That made Quirrell smile and hug his friend.

"I'm sure you two will be fine dancing." Quirrell said, with a pang of sadness deep in his gut. He shouldn't be sad just because he and his best friend couldn't spend ALL of their time together.

"No! Quirrell! I won't! That girl cannot even dance! She has trouble doing the waltz, let alone the lifts!" Voldy fell backwards onto his bed in annoyance. "What irritates me the most is that if she LISTENED TO THE TEACHER instead of giggling at having to dance with me, she might actually be kind-of-ok!"

"Oh yes, I've seen the way she looks at you. She fancies you." Quirrell teased in a silly voice, then sighed. "At least yours likes you. Mine just goes on about how i'm doing the steps wrong when i'm not, sighing at my 'messy appearance', calling me thick because I don't know the origin of the first Polka dance, or when the waltz was used to save some famous french dude's life, I mean who the hell cares!?"

Voldy looked at his friend with a frown on her face. "You really don't like being called stupid, do you?"

Sighing, he fell of Voldy's bed so that he was lying on his back next to him. "Not when I know that i'm not. Everyone at Primary school used to... that's what isolated me from the others..." His voice cracked slightly at the memory of the loneliness, the empty void.

Turning on his side to face Quirrell, Voldy draped an arm over his chest. "Quirrell, listen and listen well. You are smart, so smart that you have to tutor even Snape in some subjects sometimes. You shouldn't let what that jealous little bitch say get to you, because at the end of the day, you're the one who's going to walk out of here with top grades, and not one," Voldy tapped his finger against Quirrell's nose "But two" he taps two fingers against his nose, which causes Quirrell to giggle "groups of friends who love you for who you are and will be friends with you until we all die." He wanted to add 'And you are the most beautiful person inside and out ever', but he doubted it would sound appropriate. Maybe if he could rephrase it better...

Quirrell turned to Voldemort with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. It meant so much to him that his friend would say all that just to make him feel better. Voldemort's arm was now completely round Quirrell, in a slight embrace. Snuggling into Voldemort's neck, Quirrell sighed. "Thank you Voldy. That... means so much to me." Sniffing, he continued. "Well, no wonder that Hufflepuff date of yours can't help but giggle around you when you spout charming words like that out!"

"You Git!" Grinning, Voldemort pinned Quirrell to the bed with magic. "She's not my date AND you know it!" With another swish of his wand, Quirrell's shirt had completely unbuttoned to show his pale slim chest and tummy. At this point, Quirrell got very nervous. "I'll show you how I make girls like you giggle." He looked down at his prey with an evil glint in his eyes. Quirrell gulped.

Then next thing poor Quirrell knew, he was being mercilessly tickled.

"N-no V-Voldy stop!... I'll do anything!... H-have mercy!

Now Quirrell was extremely sensitive, so being tickled by Voldemort to him was the equivalent of being tickled by a thousand feathers. His laughter got to the point where his mouth was open but no sound was coming out of his mouth.

"Can't - Breathe!" he wheezed.

"Well, take back what you said!"

"Never!" Voldy magically made a feather appear and made his tickling punishment a lot worse, until Quirrell was screaming from the laughter, a scream so piercing it could give Bellatrix a run for her money.

Quirrell, although enjoying his punishment a lot more than, say detention, tried to fight the binding curse before he went insane. No such luck. He squirmed under Voldemort, begged and pleaded and even bribed with chocolate frogs until he gave in..

"OK, OK, I take it back, I'm sorry!"

Voldy continued a bit longer, enjoying having Quirrell squirming underneath him whilst he sat on him, one leg either side of his waist. He ceased his attack and caused the feather to vanish, instead running his own fingertips playfully over Quirrell's arms, slowly up to his chest, a gloating smile over his face. "Made you giggle, though, didn't I?" His voice had, for some reason, grown slightly husky.

"Y-yeah..." The smile ever-so-slowly fell from his face as he realized what a compromising position Voldemort had his in. Butterflies in his stomach started working overtime, his heart started beating so fast, he could swear Voldy could hear it from here and his face so warm, he was probably the color of a strawberry by now. What made it even worse now was that the fingertips against his chest felt so good, and Voldy right on top of him also, that he started to get hard.

Voldy noticed the change in his friend and was confused at first. He felt the same, his heart rate increasing, his face blushing, but he also felt faint. A good faint, but faint all the same. None of these, however, distracted Voldemort from the look on his friends face. It was a mixture of what he thought was pain and shock. He then felt what he thought was Quirrell's wand, so, thinking it was the cause, he shifted slightly to move it out of the way. As he shifted, Quirrell whimpered and closed his eyes.

Quirrell whimpered. And he liked it a lot. So, that wasn't his wand then.

He placed his hands softly on Quirrell's waist and shifted against his friend's obvious erection again and felt his sharp intake of breath. Voldy didn't smile. He was beyond smiling now, he was in pure, orgasmic heaven. He just stared into Quirinus' deep brown eyes, into his adorable face with its tiny blush. After a few seconds of the sweet torture, he tried it with his own now burning erection. Quirrell gasped in shock and realization more than pleasure and Voldy felt a growl echo at the back of his throat as the pleasure took hold of his body. He closed his eyes and do so again, pressing harder against Quirrell.

"Quirrell..."
"V-Voldemort"

Oh god, Voldy thought, Now his erection was starting to get painful too.

Quirrell's voice was barely above a whisper, only slightly breathy for the 'situation, but it was having too much an effect on his friend to be normal.

"W-we should s-stop. Th-the others..." Quirrell didn't want to stop. He NEVER wanted to stop. He wanted time to just cease existing and for him and his best friend ever to be alone in the universe forever, just them two and infinite possibilities. This - all of this - was just so good. Too good to be true. But that was never possible. And his brain screamed about the thought of someone seeing them two together.

Voldy leaned forward and whispered seductively into his ear, placing a finger on his lips, "Sshhh... It's OK I wont tell if you won't." Quirrell shivered, another wave of pleasure pouring over him at his words, and the wandering fingertips, which were now circling around one of his hardened nipples, causing Quirrell to shake uncontrollably underneath him. "We are best friends after all. We're meant to keep each other's... secrets..."

"Shit." Quirrell moaned the word.

Wow, being able to make him like this, knowing he himself was the only one to have ever made him like this, just made Voldemort love his best friend ever more. And he hadn't even gotten anywhere near his beautiful member yet!

Quirrell closed his eyes slightly at Voldy's continuous touch. Finger trailed around one nipple, then the other. Moans cascaded out of his mouth without his permission and, even worse, he let them! Voldy's fingers slowly formed a trail down past his belly button, and Quirrell's eyes shot open in shock and lust. Looking up into Voldy's eyes, he could see the love that was also displayed there, the love just for his childhood best friend, but also wanting... needing...

Not wanting to waste anymore time, wanting to finally crush his lips against Quirrell's, after waiting all these years, Voldy placed his other hand on Quirrell's cheek and leaned his head forward. Simultaneously he undid his dear friend's jean button and zip.

Quirrell's hard erection was practically in Voldy's hand, and it took all of his will not to buck his hips for some friction. Sensing something though, Voldy gave it a slight squeeze as he withdrew and trailed his fingertips just under the elastic of his boxers.

"T-tom..." It came out as a moan of pure ecstasy. At last, the guy he had been in love with for so long was going to kiss him - his first kiss! Leaning up as best as he could, he tried to close the gap between their lips as Voldy slipped his hand under Quirrell's boxers...

BANG. "WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON HEREEEEEEE?!"