(It's been too long, but at last, we find out what the Gryffindors had been planning all of this time. Combined with a bit of smut and fluff, of course! Enjoy!)
It was seven in the evening that night when the Slytherins retreated to their dormitories to start a party that none of them would ever forget. The Gryffindors were invited, but for they refused, saying they had 'coursework' to do. Well, the Slytherins had decided that whatever the real reason was for them to refuse a Slytherin party, it had to be a good one.
Earlier that day, the girls had apologized to Quirrell for presuming things, for pushing him out of his comfort zone and for generally feminizing him. To show that there were no hard feelings, they had bought Quirrell a more reasonable skirt and top for the dance. It was similarly designed to the dress, but less feminine and more sexy. It was shorter in length and slightly tighter, which would extend Quirrell's features. Graciously, Quirrell accepted it with thanks and hugged everyone within a mile radius, friendship group member or not. Quirrell liked hugs.
What the others didn't know, not even Voldemort, was that Quirrell had dodged back into Witchcraft, while the rest of the group were distracted in Honeydews or Zonko's, to grab the dress that brought back so many pleasant memories, and that said dress was now hidden under his mattress, ready for a time when he would need it the most - if a time ever came.
Speaking of finding stuff under beds, as they were setting up the karaoke connected to their single old square-boxed TV, Yaxley had found crates of Butterbeer obviously left from the last party months ago. Although the bottles were opened, they'd been sealed tightly enough so that the liquid inside was still bubbly. This had overjoyed the group, as you can never have too much drink at a party.
So, at Seven, they all rounded in a circle, with the already opened pack of Butterbeer in the middle. On the table lay a few more crates of Butterbeer, a crate of Firewhisky, a giant bottle of mead and some Muggle gin. They thought it would be best to finish the already-opened drink before going to the stronger stuff. Pizza's had been ordered and would be delivered by owl within the next few hours. All sweets and confectionery lay on the table next to the drink.
"Right." Lucius cried, holding up his bottle. "I declare this party officially open!" He shouted the last word, opening his bottle before reaching out and pressing a button on his portable CD player. Rock music blared out.
"Down in one guys!" Yaxley yelled before gulping down his drink. The others followed suit.
Seven people took long drinks from their Butterbeers. Three of them spat-back dramatically, with disgusted looks on their faces.
"What?" Bella looked confusedly at the three boys whom had chosen to drench the carpet in drink.
Voldemort looked back at Bellatrix with an equally confused expression. "What?! This beer is awful!" He spat out the word with a look of disgust.
Lucius nodded, agreeing. "We can't drink these, they're too flat. What's the expiry date?" He searched the rim through squinted eyes.
Narcissa helped the boys look. Glancing at the crate, she pointed. "It doesn't expire until February next year." She them took another sip of the drink.
"Maybe it's a faulty product." Severus picked up the remaining five bottles and made to chuck them in the bin.
With wide eyes, Yaxley dodged in front of Severus. "Woah, woah, woah, i'll take those! I always prefer flat Butterbeer to fresh anyways. You guys open up the fresh ones." He passed a second bottle to Narcissa and Bellatrix before downing his first and opening his second, picking up a third. He nudged the remaining bottle at Quirrell who took it shyly.
By this point, the Gin had been opened and Voldemort was carrying a glass with a drop of the strong alcoholic liquid at the bottom. He walked over to the younger boy with a look torn between confusion and disgust. "Are you sure you're OK with that? None of us want you to get ill."
Raising an eyebrow, he glanced from Voldemort's face, to the cup in his hand, to his face yet again. "Says the guy who's mixing Butterbeer with gin already!" He said with a smirk, raising the bottle up to his lips.
Pausing, he raised his eyebrow. "Touche." Grinning, he clinked the bottle with the glass.
Lucius and Bella turned to Voldemort. "Just make sure you watch your drink, Voldemort. We don't want a repeat of last time."
"Hey, I can hold my drink fine! And I didn't hurt YOU guys, did I?"
Pursing his lips, Bella commented. "That may be so, but you were in the hospital for a week. Back-flipping out of the window was NOT a good idea."
"Fine! I'll be careful." Voldemort rolled his eyes. Quirrell giggled.
As the music continued blaring and time passed, the teenagers had fun. They started off just drinking and talking, before some familiar tunes came on which they started dancing choreographed moves too. Eventually, they just started messing around, dancing randomly and jumping up and down. Once the CD was played through, they turned on the Karaoke, singing until the take-away arrived by owl. By this point, it was half eight, and quite a bit of alcohol had been consumed by everyone. Although no one had passed up yet, Yaxley was the first one to throw up. He had made his way the the bathroom to dance in the shower, and the next thing he knew, he was puking his guts up in the toilet. Bellatrix was being a bit too over-friendly with Lucius, and Narcissa was giggling a lot more than she had done in a while, usually hiding behind a serious front. Quirrell had started getting tipsy too, swaying slightly on the spot. Ever so slightly that no one noticed except a Voldemort who was still unrealistically sober...
"What do you MEAN we messed up the dosage!?" Remus was screaming at his friend, shaking him by the shoulders. Around them, the Gryffindors were all silent and pale, with looks of horror on their faces.
"I-I-I Saw the potion in the textbook. We put too much in." James said shakily, his voice high pitched.
Behind him, Sirius kept muttering the words "Oh man..Oh man..." Over and over again. Silent tears were pouring out of Lily's eyes, while Peter held her.
Regulus was on the same page as Remus. "And you waited until NOW TO TELL US!"
"I know I know I know i'm such a fucking idiot!" James burst into tears. "I didn't want to HURT the Slytherins, they're amazing really!" He howled, thinking of how much danger he'd put on his friends.
Standing up with Lily, Peter looked at the boys. "We have to get over there. We have to stop this..."
It was ten minutes later when Voldemort's phone went off, with a text message from the Gryffindors saying they were going to join in the fun. A cheer went around from the group, because now it was actually going to be a proper party. The pizza was duplicated and warmed with a few swishes of their wands while Quirrell and Narcissa went downstairs to let them in.
Thankfully, the Slytherins were still alive. The Gryffindors exchanged glances as the beaming faces of their friends were seen before the group was physically dragged upstairs. They had brought supplies of Bezoars just in case the prank had backfired, and their plan was to stick around, sober, for as long as possible just in case. Well, it didn't go quite to plan.
Fifteen minutes later, the Gryffindors found themselves watching a drink-off between James, Sirius and Regulus vs Bellatrix, Yaxley and Lucius. Voldemort had begged to be involved, but the look that everyone, including Quirrell, had given him had made him think twice before speaking again. Needless to say, they did NOT stay sober. Quite the opposite.
As time passed, the Gryffindors relaxed more. Surely anything bad would have happened by this point. Instead, they started to get excited to see the results of their prank the next morning, while supporting hangovers that could rival the Cruciatus curse. The Karaoke was turned back on, with people sounding very very bad on it due to the alcohol in their systems.
Quirrell danced with his twinny, feeling slightly tipsy still and alternating between water and alcohol. James grinned at his dance partner, taking off his glasses. There was a reason that Quirrell called him his twinny, and that was because they looked scarily alike. Literally clone copies, except for James's hair was slightly curlier and had kinks in it, whereas Quirrell's was straight, most of the time. Even both their eyes were brown, although James's did not show the constant emotion, the kindness, the feeling that his soul showed as much. Even when they were at war, they subconsciously called each other twinny, so it stuck.
As Quirrell danced with James, Sirius came over to join. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, a slightly tipsy Voldemort and half drunk Lucius attempted to do a dance routine to a rock song. It was only when Peter was nearly kicked in the face that they stopped. Lily was not impressed.
It was now eleven and the party was dying down. Lucius and Bellatrix had vanished God knows where, and Yaxley was unconscious against a wall, utterly asleep. He had emptied his stomach a further three times after the first. Narcissa and Severus were on the Karaoke for a while, as Lupin and Sirius were too busy trying to eat their faces and feel each others lower backs to sing, James wasn't in the mood and Peter and Lily rarely sang anyways. Regulus was studying in the corner of the room, smiling slightly at the events around him.
As Quirrell made to get up, the room went sideways and he just managed to stop himself from falling by holding onto the banister. This did not escape Voldy's attention, and he attempted to saunter over and catch the clumsy lad as he so often did. Since Voldy was about as intoxicated as Quirrell, this didn't work. Instead, he wobbled over, before wrapping his arm around the poor boy. "Hey, Sq-*hic*-Squirrelly Squirrel. You OK, dude?" He managed to say before losing his own balance and falling to he floor, pulling Quirrell down next to him.
Ironically, Severus and Narcissa chose this moment to start singing a love song. Both boys were tittering at the fall and looking at each other.
"Get off me!" Quirrell slurred giggling. He completely ignored the fact that his friend was actually next to him instead of on top of him. Voldemort looked at his friend for a second like he'd gone insane, before laughing and pulling him off. Quirrell stopped laughing with a grin on his face. "Wh-what're ya doin'?"
"Come on you lightweight... it's time to dance..." As Voldemort began to get up, he nearly fell over himself. Twice.
"Bu-But this s-song ish slow and g-girly." He pulled a face and Voldemort frowned.
"Hey, Schquirrell, just because something is girly and slow, doesn't mean it's not totally awesome." Whenever Voldemort was slightly drunk, he hissed like a snake at every 's'. "Come on!" He wobbled as he pulled Quirrell's arm, making him twirl towards him. Although the movement was shaky, it worked rather well, with Quirrell landed directly in front of him, facing him, with easy access for the older boy to wrap his one arm around his waist and the other in his hands.
Through the haze of alcohol, Quirrell was still well aware of his actions and surroundings. That's why he placed a gentle, soft hand on the older boy's shoulder, and half-tripped, half-stepped towards him. Blush spread across his face, which the boy blamed on the alcohol warming his blood. As Voldemort twirled him around in a move that didn't quite resemble a waltz, both boys suddenly grew very serious. Voldemort, who was slightly more intoxicated than Quirrell, but still aware of his actions, could swear he felt Quirrell's heart beating loudly through his chest. If it was, it was nearly as fast as his own. And why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?
Somehow, they let go of each others hands and wrapped their arms around each other, pulling their partner closer. Voldemort, who was looking at his feet, looked up to see Quirrell's face inches from each other. His eyes were closed, so he raised his hand up to Quirrell's head, pushing a strand of hair out of his face. The action caused the younger boy to open his eyes. Shock coursed through the pupils, followed by the pure love that always resided there. He grinned through the shaking and the now-obvious blush on his face.
"This feels so weird!"
Voldemort frowned slowly. "Does it?"
The grin was still there, but his eyes sparkled less, thinking that he had said something wrong. "Well, yeah. But not a bad weird. You know... tingly... Can't you feel it?"
Closing his eyes, he felt the tingle that had been in his stomach for the past minute. Strange, he thought, this tingle was no different to the tingle he usually felt when he was around Quirrell. It just showed his best friend feelings towards the guy who means the most to him. As he opened his mouth to tell Quirrell this, he felt the boys head rest slightly on his shoulder. That took the feeling from a slight tingle to a full range inferno.
Cue slight giggling.
"Yeah, I can." Opening his eyes, he saw the young boy looking back at him, also laughing.
"Oh my God, you guys are just so adorable!" Lily was dancing with Peter, who was also smiling. The comment caused both guys to blush even deeper.
"Yeah? So?" Voldemort said defensively, wrapping his arms tighter around his dance partner. Quirrell simply stuck his tongue out at the pair.
"For Wizard God's sake," Sirius said from behind them. He was dancing with Lupin, who was also looking at the couple with adoration. They slurred with the intake of alcohol. "Just kiss and get together already."
"Yeah, the sexual tension is killing us already!" Lupin commented.
The boys glanced at each other awkwardly, before looking away quickly. "Says you guys." Quirrell said quite childishly.
"You guys are such hypocrites, telling US to get it on when we all know you guys have your little 'lovers' relationship going on, even if it's not on Facebook!" Voldemort growled, sounding unlike his usual scary self and instead like a cat that's been stepped on.
Sirius and Remus both faked shock. "Well, would you look at that, Remus? It looks like our dynamic duo is jealous of what we have!"
"What? Jealous? No..."
"No way! Me and Voldy have the best relationship ever, we don't need to do things like that to know we're best friends forever!"
Lily sighed. "Your denial is just too sweet. Come on guys, we should be heading back to our common room. We've got class first thing tomorrow."
Neither the Slytherins nor the Gryffindors wanted to leave, but young Lily was right. Narcissa packed away the Karaoke and headed out of the room towards the girls dormitories. Severus and James shared a silent goodbye with a secret handshake and a hug that lasted a few seconds longer than it needed too. As for Remus and Sirius, the boys saw them start kissing in a more intense way than the boys had ever personally witnessed. It caused Voldemort to cover Quirrell's eyes.
Now that there was no more James, Severus sighed and curled up into his bed. Within seconds, he was asleep.
Now they were alone, both boys collapsed on one of the beds, laughing quietly, feeling like naughty schoolgirls who are up late after their bedtimes. Nestling up to his friend, he growled. "Stupid Gryffindors!"
"SSSSHHH!" Voldy laughed pointing at Severus and Yaxley. "You'll wake them up." Quirrell mouthed the word sorry before laughing himself. "Why're the Gryffindors so shtupid?"
Quirrell's grin stayed on his face throughout the following. "It's not fair the way they keep calling us sweet. I mean, we're not sweet, we're ferocious!" He attempted to get up and roar only to fall back down from swaying too much, causing them both to fall about with laughter. "And all about the comments on how we should be a couple and stuff. I mean, we got our thing going on, why change what's perfect?"
"Yeah!" Voldemort rolled over, holding the poor struggling boy close to him in his drunken state. "And so what if we don't kiss each other like Sirius and Remus, or Bella and Louie. I mean, look at James and Severus! They've never kissed and they're just fine."
"Exactly!" For a second the boys looked at each other in agreement. "It's not like we haven't kissed each other before."
"Just that once..." Voldemort coughed awkwardly.
"Yeah..." Rubbing his head, he looked guilty for a second. "It's just that we haven't kissed each other like THAT."
Voldemort murmured in agreement.
Eyes looked at each other then away several times. "If we WANTED to, we could... you know... just to try it out..." Voldemort muttered, never letting go of his companion. "To see what the big deal is-"
"Yeah!" Quirrell said it a bit too excitedly, actually really wanting to kiss his best friend again. "Bu-but we're not doing it b-because THEY told us too. W-were doing it be-because of the alcohol."
Voldemort made a small O with his mouth. That was the best excuse ever, and if it meant he kissed his best friend more often, he would get drunk regularly. "Oh, obviously. The alcohol, I mean the world is spinning."
"Yeah you're still slurring..."
"Exactly, we're both completely out of our heads!"
Sentences came out of no where, each convincing both the other and themselves. However, neither told the other that this conversation, the closeness of their partner, and the anticipation of what was to come had sobered up both of them a bit. The world wasn't as hazy as before, but they were still confident enough to slowly line their faces up.
"So... we're actually doing this? Just-just to check it out..." Voldemort muttered, inching closer, listening to Quirrell's slowly increasing heartbeat.
"Y-yeah we are..." He sighed, glancing his eyes quickly from Voldemort's eyes to his slightly rough tasty red lips. His eyes snapped up to meet Voldemort's questioning gaze. "On-only if you don't mind."
Voldemort watched his friend bite his lip, and suddenly felt the urge to just grab him and hold him forever. The warm tingly feeling spread throughout his entire body, but he tried to hide the fact by smirking at him in a jokey flirtatious way, pulling Quirrell into their comfort zone. "Quirrell, man, I'm curious about this too."
Automatically, Quirrell brightened up with a smile on his face. "OK!" He then pressed his lips against Voldemort's quickly before either of them could register what he was doing.
Two seconds passed. In those two seconds, Quirrell had closed his eyes from the beginning, but Voldemort was looking at him with wide open eyes. His heart skipped several well-needed beats, but he ignored that as he closed his eyes and started to kiss his friend back.
Simultaneously, Quirrell's eyes opened in fear. What the hell was he doing, and to his best friend?! He pulled away sharpish. "Oh my God, Voldemort, I'm so so sorry!" The fist went up into his mouth and he tried to break free of his friend's hold.
There was no way Voldy was letting go of his friend after that. Gently, he held Quirrell's waist with one arm and pulled the fist out of his mouth with his free hand. Surprisingly, Quirrell didn't resist. He smiled, genuinely. "Dude, it's me. We're best friends. This-" He gestured between the two of them. "No big deal." As if to prove it, he slid his hand into Quirrell's brown hair and claimed his lips as his own.
Trembling, Quirrell responded to the simple closed mouth kiss. Somewhere in his lower body, he felt very very nice. Voldemort did too, but Quirrell didn't know that. A part of him didn't feel close enough to his friend, so he pulled his body closer, before pulling away from the kiss. "Just an experiment, right?" He asked in a slightly worried high pitched voice.
His friend smiled, agreeing. "Just an experiment, Squirrell." He rubbed his friend's nose with his nose-less slits, before tilting his head to the side and gently pressing his lips to Quirrell's once more.
When Voldemort pulled away the second time, Quirrell smirked, seeing his friend scowling. "How the hell do we do that...?"
"Erm... Well I saw Lily and Peter doing it the other day... they opened their mouths as they kissed each other, slightly, not too much..." A frown appeared on the brown haired boys face, which Voldy traced with a finger. "Then while kissing they closed their mouths against each other, and when their mouths were closed they pulled way and started again. And tongues were involved at some point..." Quirrell pulled a face, giggling. "It all looked really wet."
Voldy was laughing at Quirrell's face. "We are so doing the tongue thing, Squirrel." He waggled his tongue in the comical fashion he was so used to doing it, causing Quirrell to laugh and attempt to copy him. In response, Voldy stuck his tongue out so that the tip of his tongue was touching the fourteen year old's. "Wow... that feels weird."
"Yeah..." Quirrell's smile naturally fell until it was small. He tiled his head curiously to the side, his eyes narrowed, looking at every inch of Voldemort's face. In his head, he was wondering about several hypothesis's and how they would turn out. Eventually, he slowly approached Voldemort. Using his fingers, he gently used his lips to open his mouth. Equally as curious, Voldemort obliged, keeping his mouth open. Quirrell took a shaky breath before ever so slowly placing his open mouth on top of Voldemort's.
It WAS weird. Complicated. Silly. The exact things that summed up the pair. The two fourteen year old's closed their mouths against each other and pulled away so slowly, before opening their mouths and placing them back where they belonged. The feeling of intimacy was amazing, and the pair, still sitting up, continued to cling onto each other. After the third kiss, they pulled away giggling.
"Wow... I feel so- so nice. Close to you." Quirrell rubbed noses with his friend again. "I can see why the others kiss this way."
"It just feels so WEIRD! I've got - like- feelings for you right now!"
Both their faces became serious without meaning to. "Feelings?" Quirrell mouthed
The blood that pulsed through his beating heart flushed through his face. "Yeah, like the best friend feelings- but like... um... other, kinda feelings involving places that only you make feelings-"
"Li-like the other day? Wh-when we were alone up here?" Quirrell's eyes darted downwards towards a tent like shape, before going back to his friends lips and back to his eyes.
Voldemort nodded.
The boys slowly closed the gap between their lips again, only this time it was without the giggles, the smiles and the jokes of before. This time, there was a more serious tone in their atmosphere. All awkward tension was gone, and they kissed each other with meaning. Somehow, they had both ended up lying down on the bed, subconsciously ending up under the blanket.
Grabbing onto his friend's waist, Voldemort's hands traveled around his back and gently onto his rear, pulling the younger boy closer. A moan escaped from the younger boy's throat unwillingly, and they stopped kissing for a second, an awkward blush on Quirrell's face. Voldemort kissed the cheeks where the blush lay, before re-attaching his mouth and moving his hands up to the boys hair.
Quirrell wanted skin. So he decided to pull Voldemort's top from on his body. They paused kissing to oblige. For a second, they looked at each other thinking the same thing. This was so much fun, why the hell hadn't they done this sooner? Their kisses became ferocious, and their naturally competitive sides took over as they fought for dominance. They remained lying on their sides, however, as Voldemort unbuttoned Quirrell's top. His mouth never left the younger boys, not even as Quirrell started unbuttoning his trousers. Once the top was off and both boys lay there shirtless, Voldemort got quite a surprise. his friends hand now squeezing his member.
He bit back a moan, his eyes wandering fearfully towards the others, not wanting to wake them. "A little eager, are we Quirinus?" He asked in a husky voice, directing his eye contact back on the boy.
"A little slow on the uptake, are we Tom?" Now Quirrell was the one smirking, after all, this was just an experiment. A beautiful, sweet, sexy, experiment.
Kissing remained, and once Quirrell had used his feet to pull off Voldy's trousers, he gently touched the boy, slowly, up and down. A deep satisfaction grew inside him at the idea that Voldemort was feeling good, and it was something he was doing. Meanwhile, the older boy was slowly unbuttoning the other's trousers.
"Finally..." He sighed when the trousers came off. He looked up at his friend. "Are you sure you're OK, Quirinus?" He bit back several moans as Quirrell gave his member a squeeze. He had to ask, he didn't want it to be like last time.
Quirrell himself grabbed one of Voldy's hands and placed it on his own hardness. "Yes, yes i'm bloody sure!" He gasped in impatience, wrapping his arm around the other's head and pulling his lips once more to his.
The strokes were slow at first, both boys trembling with the other's movements. Limbs were entwined and, before they knew it, both boys were eagerly thrusting into the others waiting palms. The lips parted, and Voldemort proceeded to start sucking on Quirrell's neck. Apparently the poor boy was feeling way too good to notice, and scratched his nails up the older boys back. Pants became groans, which turned into yelps and moans as both boys thrust and stroked faster, eager to know what happens if they keep going.
The giggles were back. "Wow, Voldy, you're so amazing!" Quirrell moaned in a strained high pitched voice, right next to his ear. Biting on the ear, he continued to giggle, which set the other guy off.
"No way, you're amazing!" The comment caused the boys to laugh harder.
As they laughed, they neared their finish, which caused them to moan so loudly the others stirred in their sleep. The pair froze, wide eyed and terrified, like rabbits in headlights.
"We should stop."
"Agreed."
A few minutes later, the boys were still in the same bed. Their erections were still burning, wanting attention, but knowing they wouldn't get it. Both were holding the other, rolled up in tight balls. Occasionally, one of the pair would lean up and kiss a part of their best friend, but neither of them attempted the special kiss that they had tried out that day.
After a few minutes, Quirrell spoke. "Voldemort..."
He moved his head towards the young boy, looking in his eyes. "Yes Squirrel?"
"Is this..." He swallowed. "Is this going to be a one time thing? Like a one-night drunken stand?"
Biting the inside of his mouth, Voldemort could hear the worry in his friend's voice. "Hmmm..." For a while he paused, deciding what the best answer would be, what portrayed exactly what he wanted to say versing what Quirrell wanted to hear. "Today, we crossed that unwritten best friend rule-"
"I-is that a bad thing?!" Quirrell gasped, pulling away and sitting up slightly, the blanket falling a bit off of the duo.
Voldemort was quick to reply. "No, no, no, not at ALL!" He let the boy have his space, but held his hand and kept his arms open for whenever the boy wanted to relax inside them once again. "Everything that's just happened, the dancing, this it's all- words cannot describe how amazing this all was."
Quirrell smiled slightly despite himself, but knew there was a catch. "But...?"
Voldemort sighed. "Well, like I said, we've crossed that line. So you-we have a choice." He paused, thinking the choices clearly through before speaking. "Number one, we continue the way we were before, but we refuse to acknowledge this has happened, and how close we were, and we keep distance until these best friend feelings become more manageable." A small whimper escaped from the younger boys lips, so the older boy continued. "And number two." He looked away from Quirrell completely as he said this. "We have a relationship - of sorts."
As this slowly processed through Quirrell's brain, his mouth opened in horror. "What, like boyfriend and girlfriend, except we're both boys?" Voldemort nodded, blushing slightly. "But- But we can't do that. That's not an option!"
Confused, his eyes snapped back to Quirrell. "I know, your parents and my father-"
"It's not that. Well it is I guess, I mean your father is extremely scary, but my parents have kind of had time to accept i'm Homo and, well they're not ecstatic, but they're supportive and amazing enough and- that's beside the point." Quirrell said all of this way to fast for anyone except Voldemort to understand a word of what he was saying, but his best friend sat there and listened, letting him explain. "Boyfriend-girlfriend things are scary. Have you seen them, Thomas? Couples at Hogwarts, especially teenage ones these days, they have feelings. The feelings go, or they stay. But people change when they're in a relationship. They grow to despise their partner, doing bad things like cheating on them or hitting them, or they just leave each other. And whenever they finally do leave, it takes way too long for them to start talking again. And sometimes-sometimes they never ever get that kind of friendship they had before they went out ever again. I mean, what we have, our best friend thing, we do EVERYTHING. We play, we study, we mess around, we protect each other - you're like everything to me. My best friend, my mom, my sister for when you do make-overs with me, my brother, my teacher and my shield. You're my rock, Thomas Riddle. I don't want to lose your friendship." Everything he said came from the heart, as tears fell from his eyes. "Our friendship is the reason I wake up of a morning, and I sleep peacefully at night. Thanks to you, I'm not scared of the past, or the present, or the future, because i know wherever I go, you'll always be there. And although I love the friendship of the others, it's YOU i'd trade my life for..."
Voldemort bit the front of his lip to stop it quivering. Sniffing, he blinked the water in his eyelids away. "At LAST! Someone who agrees with me!" He high fived a confused and tearful Quirrell. "There's a third option. We accept this has happened, but we go on as we are now. We stay on this track, and accept that we will always be best friends. Because who needs anything more?"
"That one! I pick three!" He jumped up and down childishly, just so very very happy he wasn't losing his best friend or ruining their friendship.
They hugged and laughed and told jokes and talked about everything. They went on Facebook and wrote on each others walls with random shizzle, even though they were right next to each other, just because they could. Youtube was loaded and they watched random videos of people falling over. Lucius and Bella returned not too long after, messy haired and with smudged lipstick on both their lips. the boys pretended to be asleep. Although both of them seemed to be close enough to share a bed, both went into their own beds (Bella slept in Quirrell's that night). They looked at each other once more before turning the lights out.
Quirrell and Voldemort raised their brows at each other before settling next to each other and waiting for sleep to turn over.
Strangely enough, for the half drunk teenagers, sleep did not come as easily as they thought it would in the semi darkness. All too soon, the sounds of Bella's snoring mixed with Lucius's constant moving around meant that, once again, the pair were alone.
"You awake?" Voldemort muttered to his friend.
"Yeah, you?"
Voldemort rolled his eyes. "No Quirrell, I'm sleep communicating." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and in punishment he licked the other boy's ear hole.
Shivering, Quirrell looked up from the place where he had nestled. "Will we always be together?" He said, yawning halfway through. Suddenly he was very tired.
"Yeah, Squirrel, we will." Voldemort replied, pushing the younger boy's head back on the pillow, and pulling the blanket around him more.
"Even when we're older, like ninety?" Quirrell's voice was now slowly getting quieter as he drifted off slowly.
"Course!" Voldemort grinned at the thought of a ninety year old Voldy and Squirrel racing around on hover car wheelchairs.
"Bu-but what about you getting a girlfriend and getting a house and married and kids..." He slurred, more to do with sleep than anything.
"We'll get a house and get married." Voldemort joked, a small smile appearing on his face as he imagined the events mentioned. "We'll adopt."
"And you'll be a Care of Magical Creatures teacher." Quirrell muttered. The world of dream was slowly forming around him. "And have reptiles and snakes everywhere."
Voldemort snuggled closer to his best friend. "You'll be Herbology teacher. And plant every kind of plant available."
For a second, there was a pause. Then there was deep breathing and slight snoring. At the back of his head, Voldemort could see Quirrell's dreams, happy and peaceful, about the pair of them together. "Goodnight, Quirinus. You're my best friend forever." He finally placed his head on the pillow and watched the younger boy's mental adventures play out in front of him until he, too, escaped into the world of dreams.
Sunlight fell on Quirrell's eyes. When he awoke, he had a terrible headache, and his vision was slightly blurry. He went to move his arm to touch his head, but there was a weight upon it. Weird. He blinked several times, trying to restore his vision to how it once was. After a few seconds, it cleared. Imagine Quirrell's surprise when Voldemort was lying next to him.
What the hell was Voldemort doing in his bunk? Quirrell looked around. Scratch that, what the hell was HE doing in VOLDEMORT'S bunk?!
Memories and images passed through his head, and he remembered the night before. Fuzzily, but he remembered.
"Good morning, you lovely creature." He muttered to his best friend, with a feminine giggle. He placed his lips gently against his friends, before ever-so-slowly removing his arm from Voldemort's grasp. His head pounded badly. Quirrell really needed paracetamol and water, and he was sure Voldemort would too when he woke up. Damn the fact that it was a school day!
Cunningly, he stepped out of the bed, making sure the blanket never left his friend. However, it seems his presence was missed, as the older boy rolled around, his arms searching for the body of his friend. "Quirinus..." He whined, sleepily, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"I'll be back in a second, OK?" He knelt on the bed and hugged Voldemort, kissing his cheek.
"Don't be long, Squirrel." The smirk came on his face as he rolled over and soon was asleep again. Trust Voldemort, Quirrell thought, before stumbling into the toilet. The first thing he noticed was the shower curtain that was ripped off, and clear-white water like stains which he didn't want to know where they came from. He ran the water in the shower, clearing the evidence, before making two glasses of water and opening the full length cupboard to retrieve paracetamol. As he shut the door, he gave his reflection a once over, smiling. The events yesterday had given him a slight confidence boost.
Wait. There was something off.
Slowly, he opened the door again, his reflection coming into view. He stared for a full thirty seconds before touching his face to check that the person in the reflection was actually him. Looking down, he confirmed it. His eyes snapped up, and eyes wide, he screamed.
The scream pierced Voldemort's dreams like a knife. "Quirrell!" He shouted, waking up instantly and running into the toilet. As he passed, he was vaguely aware that the others were waking up too. He barged into the room. "What's wrong?"
He froze. In front of him was Quirinus Quirrell, complete with a slightly more indented Adams apple than before, pinker lips, slightly more outward breasts and much, much curvier hips.
"Oh my Wizard God, Quirrell, you're a GIRL!"
