Title: One Track Mind

Author: P.L.S.

Rating: Very G but because of slash… PG

Summery: Harry's trying to help Voldie get over his OCD, but Voldie just has a one-track mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

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It wasn't where it was supposed to be. I know where everything is, nothing is ever out of place upon pain of death. So, where is it!

Voldemort stalked around looking various spots, ignoring the parcel that the owl was sitting on, because it wasn't important. He needed it and it wasn't where he always put it.

Harry looked on, slightly amused. He knew Voldemort well enough to know two things; the man lived by the old adage "A place for everything and everything in its place." The man was practically obsessive compulsive about his routines as well, but the book had said that variation in schedules and well, everything was good. Therefore, Harry decided to take it upon himself to either drive Voldemort insane or to help Voldemort get over his OCD one-step at a time. The first step was changing the frame of his mother's portrait into something both tasteful and more to her liking. After all, baby steps. He just wasn't counting on the owl being late or his lover's incessant refusal to even listen to his thoughts as he searched for the missing portrait.

Finally, Harry gave up on trying to get Voldemort's attention via their mental link. Next time he'd try something easier, like changing positions or sixty-nining. It wasn't easy having both a Dark Lord and a nutcase as a lover, but Harry was bound and determined to make the relationship work, even if he had to break everyone of his lover's clocks or hide all the calendars and day-planners. Besides he had a goal in mind and he wanted his Voldemort loose enough to deal with a fly by the seat of you pants vacation by the end of his apprenticeship.

Harry peaked back into his lover's mind; Voldemort was still searching and ignoring the owl.

Where is it! Harry sighed. There was one good thing about the one-track mind, once sex was the main idea, all that concentration and power would be on their mutual pleasure.

"Ah, yesss." He hissed and grinned as he finally gave in and jotted down a note for Dobby to hand deliver.