A/N This is the sequel to Harry and Ginny: Foreplay. Another deadly collaboration with Mrs. Detective Billy Martin. Hide the children, viewer discretion is advised. TIMELINE: Beginning of the 4th book, at Tom Riddle's house. Again, written in just over five minutes…
Disclaimer: We take no credit for this story, the characters, or our own twisted minds. Don't sue… for emotional distress!
HPHP
"I just ate some cheese!"
"Cheese is so…. Hott…. And…. sweaty, Voldemort."
"I get hott… and… sweaty… doing… this!"
"Which… way… do… you… like… it, Voldemort?"
"I… like… it… up… and… down!"
"How… about… side… to… side… like… this, Voldemort?" Voldemort moaned loudly.
"Yes! YES! DO IT AGAIN!"
"As you wish, master."
Voldemort moaned contentedly.
"Do you like it with two people, or… three? Two or three? Master…"
"I like it with just the two of us. It's better this way."
"HEY! What about me?" Peter Pettigrew cried in angst.
Hank (the caretaker) looked up from brushing Voldemort's teeth. "Screw you, bastard! Brushing Voldemort's teeth is MY job! Diaper duty is yours!
"NO!" Peter runs away crying.
Fade to black…
HPHP
The plot thinkens. It has almost reached the density of gas now! And the plot (and the point…) is as clear as mud.
You were WARNED!