Disclaimer: *sobs* No, Tom and Draco aren't mine, damn it, and none of the other characters or anything else in this fic.

A/N: Well…I was bored…there was the fic…you guys loved it…why not write more? Also, I want to thank: Draco's-little-Dark-Angel, Starrylibra, Phoenix Firefly, blufiredragon29, Sammie Tonks, frozeninside, quikensweetybabe, LadyVoldy, Death by Chocolate, Twist, and Katrina.

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'The Get Well Dance'

"Oh My Lord! Look at what you've done to yourself! We shouldn't have had sex with you in your condition! Now today you have this high fever and you're burning up and everything! How can you go to work today?" Bellatrix asked anxiously.

Bellatrix Lestrange was looking at Voldemort in his large king size bed with his black expensive covers pulled up to his chin with a thermometer under his tongue his mouth, with a bag thing he thought it was on his forehead, all thanks to his lover who had taken a turn to being motherly.

What is it with women, he thought, they PMS and they have a motherly PMS where they attack men and act like their grandmothers?

"No, Sir, you are not going to work today! You are staying in bed and you are going to rest! My husband or some other Death eater can hold the others together. Yes, what about Malfoy? You're fond of Malfoy aren't you? He's loyal to you. Not as loyal as me…but he'll do. Voldie? What are you thinking?"

Get this thing out of my mouth now, Voldemort thought, before I kill you.

"Oh!" Bellatrix exclaimed. "The thermometer!"

Bellatrix pulled the thing out of Voldemort's mouth and checked it. The temperature was normal but Bella was being a naughty girl today…yes, indeed, she had big plans for the two of them and despite Slytherin values, power and greed wouldn't be in their life for one day.

"God damn you, Bella! Stop sticking thermometers and whatever shit you find in my mouth will you?!" Voldemort snapped at her.

"But sexy, you were vomiting last night, and you were so ill! I had to stick that Muggle cough syrup in your mouth and this thermometer, too! I was being a loyal follower and caring lover!" Bellatrix said, pouting.

"You bloody poisoned me with that orange poison you found and I don't need a thermometer!" Voldemort burst, "I'm quite well now and if you'll excuse me, I have plans in preparation for taking over the Wizarding World."

Voldemort pushed back the covers and got up from the bed. He got his robe on and walked across the room in quick long strides to the doorway when Bellatrix who was lying on the bed on her stomach with her legs in the air and had her hands cupping her cheeks.

"I guess since you're not ill you don't need my Get Well dance…" Bellatrix said in a low and throaty seductive voice.

Voldemort stopped in his tracks.

"A Get Well dance?" he questioned. "Well, I think I have some time before I need to go."

"Oh, that's very good indeed," Bellatrix continued in her seductive voice, "I just need help getting changed into my little dress for the dance is all, if you don't mind giving me a hand."

Voldemort blinked. "You know what, I think I can take the day off."

Bellatrix smiled mischievously. "I knew you would."

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P.S. Excuse any spelling mistakes and such please, I was in a hurry, lol. But you got your chapter so quit complaining.