Voldemort did not really like grapes. However, when his idiotic followers brought them back from raids, he had no choice but to eat them. That, or shove them down Wormtail's throat. Wormtail often vanished whenever there was the slightest hint of a grape around. So, the Dark Lord had no choice but to eat them all by himself.

Grapes. They were annoying. Especially when they fell out of your hand, landed in the sofa, and refused to come out. Now, Voldemort was methodically yet furiously demantling the poor, innocent sofa.

The grape rolled out. Then it started to roll away. Voldemort chased after it. He was so going to give this one to Wormtail. He ran as fast as he could, while silently reminding himself to stay in better shape. He hated this grape. As he was about to grab it, there was a squishing noise. He looked, and saw that Wormtail had unnoticedly stepped on the grape. Fury blazed in Voldemort's eyes.

"NOW YOU MUST EAT IT!" screamed the Dark Lord as he roughly picked up Wormtail and started to stuff the grape down his throat.

"ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" screamed Wormtail as the slimy, dusty fruit was forced down his esophagus. Ouch.