Voldemort tossed and turned in his dreams with a slight smile on his face. It was strange to have such nice dreams, as normally he was an insomniac. The only explanation was the events from earlier that day physically and mentally tired him out.
In his dream, he ran down the corridors of the train, pulling a happy Quirrell along by the hand. The music they could hear was dance music, that was for sure!
"'H-Hogwarts - A History' n-never mentioned anything ab-about the train having an in b-built music system!"
They slowed a they approached a crowd of students watching as an unusually tall child, looking older than his actual age dance. He had long blonde hair which he threw back as he danced to S Club Seven, wearing a tank top, tight metallic silver leggings, leg warmers and trainers. The boys watched as he jumped at the lyrics, spinning and twirling. He stretched his arms into some ballet poses and pranced before dropping to the floor dramatically and gamboling, landing on his feet. The crowd around him cheered and clapped.
"W-wow, he's pretty good!" Quirrell said, sighing with a dreamy expression.
For whatever reason, the look on his new friend's face was irritating Voldy so much. Was he... jealous? "That was OK I guess..." He muttered sourly.
The song had finished just before Quirrell had spoken, so the blonde dancer heard Quirrell's comment, and turned to thank him. However, when he heard Voldemort's response, he frowned. "OK? Sure... And I suppose you could do any better?" the child spit the words out of his mouth.
"Hell yeah, I can do better!" Voldy said, walking forward and confronting the child face on.
"Well... lets see shall we?" He walked over to the CD player and pressed the 'next' button. A familiar Muggle song blared out, which caused Quirrell to shout out.
"Oh my God! G-gangnam style!"
Voldy glanced over at his new friend and saw the joy on his face, which caused him to smile. Yes, if there was one thing he loved about the Muggle world, it was their different types of music...
Both the kid and Voldy were rocking their hips to the beat. "Who is to go first?" The kid asked, with a showing of his dazzling white teeth.
"You. Show me the best you got. So i can top it." Voldemort made the last comment with a smirk.
With a flourish, Lucius started with a spin and followed it with some fancy footwork before jumping and doing the splits midair to the crowds delight. When he landed, he lifted his leg and twirled. He did it again and this time jumped with both legs. A third time he jumped, and this time his legs reached high up in the air enough to do a sort-of-somersault. Landing on his feet he stood up straight, waiting for his processor to 'top it.' He managed to do all that within the first half of the first verse.
Heh, Voldy thought. He could top that.
Voldy started by skidding on his knees and limbo-ing underneath the guys legs, before crouching up and back-flipping from his crouched position. He span around before touching the floor with one hand and doing a mix between a one-handed gambol and spin. He slithered his arms out like snakes, glancing at Quirrell and winking. Quirrell giggled, knowing he was implying about his parsletongue gift. He finished off by running at the glass door, causing a gasp to fly out of Quirrell's mouth. He ran up it and back-flipped off of it with a grin, causing the students who were in there to see what all of the commotion was all about.
Lucius watched this with a curious expression on his face. This kid was cool, a LOT better than anyone who he had ever faced before. They circled around each other, analyzing each other as the music played.
"You're good." the kid commented through narrowed eyes.
"Thanks, so are you." Voldy said, surprise in his voice.
The kid then grinned at Voldemort. "Do you know the Muggle dance for this?"
Voldy couldn't help but grin back. "Do I?"
OOPA GANGNAM STYLE!
They both simultaneously started galloping in the gangnam style dance, to the confusion of those who were brought up by wizards, and the joy of those who weren't. Quirrell was laughing so hard at the two people in front of him , and Voldy's heart swelled at the sight. At some point, i'm so getting him to dance this with me, he thought happily.
The pair of dancers wiggled their legs to the 'Hey Sexy Lady' line, to the joy of the females in the group, and finished their duet dance. It was the kids turn to take the spotlight.
For a while, he did a very fast Irish jig, focusing mainly upon his footwork, starting slow and speeding up, faster and faster, before finishing with a triple back-flip. Once again, he looked at Voldy as if to say 'top that!'.
Voldy smirked for a bit, before tap dancing with his special shoes. These shoes were special because they not only had metal on their soles, but also around the sides of the foot so that exceptional tap dancers, like Voldy, could twist their foot to the side and still have that tap sound. He started with his arms behind his back, before placing them out as if to keep balance, then wind-milling his arms and finally making star jumps.
As it got closer to the chorus, both dancers once again circled each other, both still doing their specific dance, faster and faster, until they physically jumped at the explosion noise. This time, instead of doing the chorus dance to each other, they did it back-to-back, towards the audience. Voldy grinned at Quirrell as he danced, waggling his eyebrows. Some of the crowd were joining in the dance now. Quirrell did a bit but he must have decided he looked stupid and stopped.
When the chorus ended, the two kids stayed back-to-back, slowly raising their arms and wiggling their hips to the beat. Simultaneously they flicked their hair over their shoulders before spinning around each other. They both held hand for a second, as the kid spinned Voldy, before he returned the favour. They both leaned backwards still holding hands. They did a little shimmy in each others direction before the kid jumped onto Voldy's shoulders and front flipped onto the floor, still holding Voldy's hands so that he in turn had to front flip over the kids crouched body.
"Ok guys, join in now!" the kid shouted to the crowd who poured in and lined up. Quirrell was shy at first but Voldy went over and grabbed his hand gently before escorting him to the queue. They did the final chorus dance together. Just as the dance finished, Voldy grabbed Quirrell's hand and twirled him into my arms, dipping him as his final pose. They stayed like that as the crowd applauded, and for some unknown reason, the crowd didn't seem as loud as they did. Voldy thought he was going deaf.
Quirrell giggled as Voldy lifted him back up from the dip, still clinging onto Voldy. "That was s-so much fu-fun!"
"I know, right? That's why I love dancing!" Voldy grinned, still holding his friend. He let go, not really wanting to but knowing he had to. "What did you.. erm... think?" Suddenly, he was very shy, thinking what his friend thought of the one thing he was good at.
"H-honestly?" He looked at his friend in the eyes. "I th-think that was s-so amazing! You are so t-talented."
"Your friend is right!" Voldy looked up to see the kid from the dance off, with his shiny long blonde hair slightly wet from sweat. "Hi. I'm Lucius Malfoy. That was... amazing. I've never had as worthy an opponent before."
"Wow, thanks! Um... I'm Tom Riddle." Voldy said, smiling before remembering. "But my friends call me Voldemort."
Lucius looked confused for a second. "Voldemort? That's a... unique nickname."
Voldy smirked. "This is my best friend, Quirrell."
Quirrell waved shyly, suddenly clinging onto Voldemort a little bit more. Seeing this, he put an arm around Quirrell to try and comfort him. "Hey Quirrell, wanna go back to our compartment and get changed into our wizarding gear?" After an affirmative, Voldy whispered to him. "Can Lucius come too?" Voldy didn't know why, but he felt he needed permission off the smaller boy. After all, he didn't want to lose his friend due to a silly mistake.
"Of course!"
Voldy smiled at the fact that he said that without stuttering, showing how much determination he had about making a new friend.
As they walked down the corridor, Voldy turned to say something to Lucius, but instantly forgot what he was going to say when he bumped into a frizzy haired dark-skinned girl. "Oh, sorry about that."
"No, it was my fault- Hey, you were dancing earlier! You were really good!"
Voldy grinned at this girl, causing her to smile back. "Thank you."
Lucius pouted. "Hey, what about me?"
The girl tilted her head to one side, taking in Lucius's appearance. "You were... OK I suppose."
"WHAT?! I was just as good if not better than Voldemort!" Behind the quarreling duo, Voldemort had walked over to Quirrell and, hearing that, was torn between laughter at him being frustrated over a simple girl, and annoyance. He decided on the former and smirked down at Quirrell, who was watching the scene with a giant grin on his face. Voldy, seeing this, hugged Quirrell, he loved it when his new friend smiled.
"Ooh, SOMEONE has a big ego!"
"Knowing that i'm good at something does NOT make me have a big ego, Night Troll!" Lucius narrowed his eyes at this girl with frizzy hair in clumps on her head.
"That may be, but saying that you're better than someone who is equally as good as you in the way that you just did does!" she stood, hands on her hips.
"OK, OK point taken, will you just go! Please?" Lucius was irritated now. The way he said please completely went against the polite word - it was laced with venom.
"Wow, you're such a douchebag!" She turned her back completely on him. "Your name is Voldemort? Hi, I'm Bella..." she raised her eyebrow at how much the duo were hugging, but said nothing. "Is this your year at Hogwarts?"
"Yes!"
"Yup."
"U-uh-huh"
She smiled at Quirrell's stutter in a kind way, obviously finding it cute. "Well I hope everything works out for you two. See you soon!" And with one more dirty look at Lucius, she was off.
Voldy remembered the events after that conversation well. Lucius had spent a full 20 mins moaning about the girl in the corridors as the trio got changed. Voldy himself tried to ignore the weird uncomfortable nice feeling he got as he changed into his wizard clothes with Quirrell, and they had gotten worse as he helped his friend with the latching on his trousers. Although Quirrell had stayed quiet throughout most of the train journey, he later told Voldy why. Apparently, he had spent a lot of the train journey watching Lucius and seeing if he could trust him. When he then asked why he didn't do that to Voldemort at first, Quirrell replied that his gut instinct told him from day one that he was the one person he could trust with anything, even his flower collection at home. The boat journey was interesting as the girl had also joined them, and the duo watched as Lucius and Bella stared each other out for the whole journey.
Thankfully, the dream skipped all of this and went straight to the great hall.
The sorting hat was on a stool in the middle of the room. At the moment, it was sorting the Carrow sisters into Ravenclaw. Voldy was nervous but not as nervous as Quirrell looked. His friend was shivering and looked as though he was close to tears.
"Quirrell, what's wrong?"
He turned to Voldemort with pure fear in his eyes. "Wh-what if they d-don't sort me? Wh-what if i d-don't belong here? I c-cant go back Voldy, i j-just can't!"
The duo talked as a bright red headed girl called Lily Evans was sorted into Gryffindor.
"I know Quirrell, I know. But Quirrell, did you get a letter from Hogwarts?"
"Yes?"
"Did a lovely beautiful snowy white owl send you the letter?"
Quirrell's eyes widened in horror. "N-no the owl was b-beige! Does th-that mean-"
"No that's OK, its the same kind of thing." Putting his arms around his new friend to hug him from behind with one hand, he stroked his soft flower and peach smelling hair in the other."The point is, Quirrell, you received this letter, so Dumbledore knows that you have magic inside you. You belong here Quirrell. You belong in this hall, waiting for that hat to sort you into your new family. You belong here with me..." Voldy trailed off, realizing what he'd just said. "OK maybe not the last p-"
"No, you're right, Voldy. I belong in this place, with you, and I'm going to prove it!" Quirrell said it with fierce determination that made Voldy proud to know the person in front of him.
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
Lucius hissed from behind quietly as the girl from on the train sat under the hat. It was there for three seconds before the hat shouted out "Slytherin!" she grinned and waited as the Scarf of Sexual preference sat on her shoulders.
"Oh, she's straight alright. But hell, you're gonna be lusting after so many guys like a whore for the first two years of your life!"
Bellatrix blushed, but was evidently pleased because she excitedly ran over to the Slytherin table.
"Lucius Malfoy."
Voldy and Quirrell gave him a thumbs up before his eyes disappeared under the hat. They looked at each other and crossed their fingers.
"Slytherin!"
The duo laughed as Lucius shouted the word "SHIT!" as loud as he could. "Things are going to be fun, I kinda hope that I DO go into Slytherin now.."
The scarf settled on his shoulders. "Ooh, a dancer, that'll make him flexible... hmm surprisingly, I can see you as Heterosexual - with a hint of bi-curiosity."
"Hmph..." He trudged over to the Slytherin table and sat as far away from Bella as physically possible.
A few more people were sorted into Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. "I bet L-Lucius LOVES being in th-the same house as B-Bella..."
A kid named Peter Pettigrew was also placed in Gryffindor, and sat next to the red head, automatically putting an arm around her.
"Quirinus Quirrell."
"Oh W-Wizard G-god..."
"You'll be fine, just remember, i'm right here for you."
He walked up to the stadium, shaking as the hat cast judgement on him. Although none of the other kids could hear what the hat said when judging a student, years later when Voldemort was learning Legilimency, Quirrell would say that he could practice on him. One of the memories that he always remembered in his mind was what the hat said to his friend, and that echoed through the dream. "Wow... such talent... someone who could no doubt make great progress here..."
"Wait... I belong here?" the shock in Quirrell's voice was obvious.
"Belong? My boy! You possess qualities of all four of the houses. You have obvious bravery in your soul. I can sense your wit and cleverness, as well as your loyalty and kindness. But above all, your cunning and sly! My my, this will be my hardest sorting yet. Where do you truly belong boy?"
"I belong... with him..." Thoughts filled Quirrell's head of his new friend, saving his life, getting to know each other... the flowers and snakes thing...
"A parsletongue, huh? Well, who am I to get in the way of true friendship? Perhaps this house will help your self confidence. SLYTHERIN!"
He screamed the last word, to the joy of Quirrell. But no one yelled louder and harder than Voldy, secret tears of joy rolling down his face at the fact that his friend had made the house where Lucius was. Even if, somehow, he wasn't put in Slytherin, he'd have Lucius, and even Bella, to look out for him.
The scarf rounded around Quirrell's shoulders. "Interesting... so much has changed for you in the last month.. Quirrell. Had you been sorted three weeks ago, I would have said you were asexual - that means you have no interest in any other person sexually or otherwise" He explained to a confused Quirrell. "But now, there's no doubt about it. You're Gay, kid." Quirrell flinched at the word. "Sorry, bad choice of word? You're homosexual, but a shy one. In the closet. Even YOU don't realize who you love yet. But I dooooo!" He sang the last few words before Quirrell got up, visibly upset.
The entire year had heard what the scarf had said, unlike the hat. Voldy was shocked at first, but he was more curious on who the scarf was on about. Every part of his being wanted to run over and comfort his friend, but he wasn't allowed out of the queue. Instead, he transfigured a hankie out of no-where and levitated it over to his new friend, who took it confused. Voldy waved, a sad smile on his face. Quirrell waved back, slightly more cheerful, and mouthed the words 'Please be in Slytherin.'.
"Thomas Riddle."
He walked onstage before turning to the crowd. "Before I get sorted, I want to let you all know. My name isn't Tom now, it's Voldemort, OK? My friends should call it me, an i'd appreciate it if the teachers would too." He bowed his head in the direction of the teachers. Some looked intrigued, others annoyed he'd spoken out of turn. He sat on the stool and had the hat placed on his head.
"Oh, hello there. You must be the one... never mind Yup, an obvious Parsletongue Be careful how you use that skill, OK?" He muttered an affirmative. "And take care of your little friend for me. You both owe me big time."
"You don't have to tell me that, Sorty. I'll return the favor... somehow..."
"Thanks kid. SLYTHERIN!"
Quirrell literally stood on his stool and jumped up and down. Lucius joined him, and in a bizarre twist, so did Bella. The three of them held hands and jumped up and down, before Lucius realized he was holding hands with Bella, and let go, sulking. She sat down next to him and stuck her tongue out at him childishly, before patting Quirrell's back.
The Scarf wrapped around his shoulders. "Hmm... interesting... I can see you going a number of ways!"
Voldemort stiffened. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The scarf turned his head to Voldemort. "I can see so many possible futures for you Tom. Some nice, some not so nice. I can also see you making different choices in those futures. For some, you are alone until the day you die. In others, you experiment a lot, and in others you are so very confused. If you take the path you are on now, then you will end up happy, with someone who cares about you.
"You're wrong! I don't care about anybody!" Voldy shouted. "Except..."
"Exactly. Except that one person. Well, who am I to slap you with a label? Your future is a blank page, the rest is still written! UNDECIDED!"
Voldy wobbled out of the chair and collapsed next to Quirrell. "V-Voldemort, are you OK?"
"... yeah... I hope my parents don't get too upset. I mean, just because i'm undecided doesn't mean i'll be into guys..." Quirrell looked down at the table at the mention. Voldy noticed, and remembered how upset his friend was. "Quirrell, i'm so sorry. But you know what? There is nothing wrong with you liking guys!"
Quirrell's eyes filled with tears. "Oh yeah, so why was I always the one teased at Primary school because i didn't want to kiss any of the other girls? Why were they saying there was something wrong with it all the time?"
"Because they were stupid ignorant bastards. Like my parents, who won't accept us- I mean you- for who you are!" Voldy grabbed Quirrell's shoulders and rested his forehead against his, to emphasize your point. "You're at Hogwarts now. And they'll probably be some bastards here too, but you also have friends. You have Bella and Lucius. and you have me. And we accept you for who you are. And if anyone says anything nasty to you, I promise..." He linked his pinky around Quirrell's to show how much he meant what he was about to say. "I will always stand by you and defend you, even if it means I get in trouble."
Quirrell smiled through the tears in his eyes. At that moment, the enchanted skies above the students turned dark and the stars started coming out. It was a clear beautiful night, and the sparkles reflected out of those brown eyes. That was the moment Voldy realized how much he cared about his friend, and how he always wanted to be by his side, never leaving him. He realized that Quirrell was special.
"You know what? Fuck my parents! If i fall for a guy, that's my problem, not theirs. I've had enough of trying to be someone i'm not to please them! From now on, i'm focusing on school, on friends, on having as much fun as possible... and on you, Quirinus Quirrell."
Quirrell's smile was the last thing Voldy saw before he woke up from the dream. He yawned, smiling, and glanced at his phone. It was 3.15am. Damn that insomnia inside him. He glanced over to his friends. Yaxley was spread out all over his bed, mouth open. Lucius, who was on the bed not far from Yaxley, was tossing his hair in his dreams, which made Voldemort smile. Severus was also asleep, mouthing the words 'arrogant bullying toerag' with a smile on his face. and finally, next to the window, was Quirrell. He watched him breathe gently, in and out for a while.
Yawning, Voldemort got out of bed to open the window. Somehow, that always seemed to help. He stared out of the window for a while, taking in the view, letting his thoughts wander on his dream. Who'd have thought that in that gap of time, Voldemort and Quirrell would grow as inseparable as they have, that Bella and Lucius could stand to be in the same room as each other, and this small group of Slytherins break the tradition of the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor? He turned to Quirrell, and sat on his bed. Yes, so much has happened over the past three years, none of which he'd trade for all the money in the world. The wind blew a piece of his hair over his eyes, so Voldy gently pushed the hair out of the way. In his dreams, Quirrell tilted his head towards Voldy's fingertips. Voldy made a small oh sound, and stroked the younger boy's cheek gently. So much has changed, but Quirrell was still the childish guy he'd shown himself to be on the train.
Voldemort jumped at the sound of his friend groaning in his sleep. Voldy frowned, watching Quirrell's head toss and turn. Was he having a horrible nightmare? And if so, what was it about to have this much an effect on him? For a second, Voldy considered using Legilimency to enter Quirrell's mind and wake him up. Before he had the chance, he started talking in his sleep.
"Stop it... please... begging you..."
Voldy gasped, frozen. His friend was in trouble. Should he invade his friend's privacy, or save him from himself?"
"I'll give you all my chocolate frogs... OK, OK, i take it back... i'm sorry..."
That sounded familiar. Was Quirrell... no... he couldn't be dreaming about that. There ws only one way to find out. The next thing that he said...
Voldy muttered the words he had spoken earlier. "Made you giggle though... didn't I?" He closed his eyes at the memory, and lay down next to his friend, subconsciously holding his hand.
"Y-yeah..." Quirrell replied in his sleep. He stopped turning and his breathing increased, causing Voldemort to open his eyes. His friend's cheeks were now burning. Then again, he remembered his reaction to the events that had occurred Sudden images and sounds flooded in his mind. Quirrell's face, the feel of a wand in his back, the sound of Quirrell whimpering.
Just like he was doing now.
"V-Voldemort... w-we should s-stop... th-the others..." There was no doubts about what his friend was dreaming about now. But from this angle... from the outside angle... it sounded unpleasant. It sounded forced, like he had nearly forced the one person he cares about more than Zefron to do something he didn't want. He'd even bound him! It made him physically sick to know what he'd nearly done. Voldy automatically knew what he should have said.
"Do you want me to stop." He said it out loud, simple tears running down his face. That's what he should have asked. He should have known if his friend was OK. No wonder he reacted as he did to cover him up in front of Severus.
"N-no... i don't."
For a second, Voldy thought he had imagined his friend speaking those words. "Are you sure?" the words filled the air, and Voldy didn't expect an answer.
"Never been... so sure in my life... In fact..."
Voldy's eyes widened at his reply. The tears that had filled his eyes fell, and Voldy quickly wiped them away. He sat there for ages on his friends bed, waiting for him to finish his sentence, but all he heard were whimpers. What was going on? Was dream Voldemort hurting poor Quirrell?
Jumping off of Quirrell's bed, he lay down in his own. He couldn't just sit there, letting his best friend suffer, he just couldn't! Getting in a comfortable position, he focused on Quirrell's mind like he had always been taught. He focused on a tether connecting both his and Quirrell's mind, and the tether bringing their minds closer, until they connected...
Sudden daylight blinded Voldemort, as he opened his eyes. He could sense two people in the room, Quirrell and himself. "Well... when in Rome..." He focused on the dream him and connected the two of them together. Before he knew it, he was in the shoes of his dream self.
"Shit... Quirrell..."
Somehow, in the dream, Quirrell had broken free of the binding charm and had pinned Voldy onto his bed using just his arms. Voldy had struggled for a second before he realized two things. One, his shirt was now also undone too, and two, Quirrell was biting on his collarbone. And it felt so good.
"Quirrell..." Voldy moaned his name again. "Why are you doing this?" His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as Quirrell slowly kissed his neck, before reaching his ear.
"Because I want this." He whispered into Voldy's ear. "Because this is my dream." He bit gently on Voldy's earlobe, causing a growl to escape from his throat. Quirrell then continued the kissing of his neck, occasionally sucking on parts of the neck to cause marks. "Because this is the only place where you can be mine. Outside... I don't know if you want this..." Quirrell let go of Voldemort with sadness in his eyes. He got off of the well lit bed and went to walk away, but Voldy grabbed his hand.
"I want this, Quirrell."
He smiled at Voldy, before lying back down next to him. He trailed his fingertips down Voldemort's chest, in the same way that Voldemort had him, before unbuttoning his jeans.
Then he grabbed both of Voldemort's heads, one in either hand. And crashed their lips together.
It was too much for Voldemort. All he could think was the word Quirrell. Thinking that one word caused him to be jerked from that dream-body to his real life body, lying in his own bed at 3.30 in the morning.
He didn't open his eyes. His gut instinct told him not to. And he realized why when he heard movement coming from Quirrell's direction.
"Voldy?" Quirrell whispered the word into the darkness. Immediately, he realized what he'd done. He'd called out his name in reality, causing Quirrell to wake up from the fantastic dream he was having. Well, Voldy thought, he couldn't say that he was awake, because then he'd admit to breaking Quirrell's privacy, and who knows how that could ruin their friendship. So he stayed still, focused on breathing in and out, slowly, rhythmically.
After a bit, he heard more movement, bed squeaks, floorboard creaks, and felt the rustle of the blanket next to him. Crap, he thought, now he had to focus on making his face look like he was dreaming.
Quirrell touched Voldemort's face, exactly the same way he had Quirrell's. He knew his face would have already been hot from the Legilimency, but this certainly didn't help things. Neither did Quirrell's little giggle. Or the feel of warm minty breath on his face... the feel of their noses rubbing... the feeling of... their... lips...meeting.
When Quirrell pulled away, he whispered into Voldemort's ear. "Sleep tight, my Dark Lord. I love you, you're my best friend ever." He stood there for a while before moving back to his bed and falling asleep.
Voldy lay there with his eyes open, a thousand questions running through his head. What had just happened? Did Quirrell do this a lot while he slept? Should he still flirt with his friend jokingly like he did? Why does Quirrell make him feel this way? What kind of love does his best friend feel for him?
What is love?
With the questions running through his mind, it physically exhausted Voldemort, causing him to fall asleep and dream about Zefron.
And when they woke up, both boys couldn't remember the events of the previous night.
(Hello! Thanks for your continued support, and your understanding about the split chapter scene. Unfortunately, I couldn't upload this sooner because I May have possibly spent the last two days watching Holy Musical B man and Starship... whoopsies. Yes, I am evil enough to make Voldy and Quirrell not remember sweet sweet things... Next Chapter will be the Gryffindors and Slytherins talking about the terms and conditions to the 'skirt bet' and Gryffindor's plan starts to kick into action. HEHEHE)