Harry giggled, and he kept giggling until it hurt to breathe. He rolled over on the floor where he currently resided hoping to somehow catch his breath. Yet he kept giggling and crinkling could be heard as he rolled over candy wrappers. When he finally had breath in him he reached over the empty candy wrappers to grab more candy; and he continued to giggle insanely as he ate it. A hand on his swollen stomach, he pulled a pillow out from under the wrappers hugging it as he continued to giggle.

"Vol'mort!!" He called to his husband, laughing loudly and rolling on the floor with the pillow as he waited for the man.

Sighing to gain some semblance of patience, Voldemort entered the room. And almost turned right back around when he saw Harry on the floor laughing like a maniac as he ate candy.

"Did you know we have a cabinet filled with nothing but candy that keeps restocking itself?" Harry asked through his laughing, Voldemort nodded; and his fingers twitched slightly, as if he was resisting the urge to grab his wand.

"Harry, love, that's not exactly healthy for the baby…maybe you should stop for a little while…or maybe just put that candy away?" Voldemort said as he looked at his husband then at the candy wrappers hoping to Merlin the younger man hadn't eaten them all by himself.

"But it's good…ohh did you know the mediwitch gave me a new potion to take daily? She said I needed it for the baby."

"Yes I know Harry I was there, but I think I may have her change the potion if it has you acting like this." Voldemort mumbled to himself.

"Vol'mort can we do something, I'm sick of being in the house just because I'm preggers." Harry practically slurred as he stood up; swaying with the wait of his stomach as it left him unbalanced.

"Love it's still early spring we can't exactly go out side…or go on a raid."

"Well can we do something inside then?" Voldemort sighed before a small smirk swept a crossed his face.

"How about you meet me in the drawing room. Say in about five minutes?" Harry nodded and literally bounced away humming happily as he went to waste five minutes.

Voldemort on the other hand tried to make it seem like he wasn't racing to the drawing room. Yet when he got there, in record time mind you, he pulled out his wand, spelled on the fire and spelled music on. Up beat yet soft as he poured out juice. Damn mediwitch said no alcohol till the baby was born.

Soon after Harry walked in and Voldemort almost thought this wouldn't work with how hyper the boy was yet when he walked forward and swung Harry into his embrace the younger man snuggled closer.

"Will you dance with me?" Voldemort asked softly as Harry began swaying.

"A'ready am." Voldemort almost smiled as he held Harry closer.

"Hmm," the song changed to an upbeat melody but still the two wizards danced slowly; Harry held his head against Voldemort's chest humming softly to the music.

"How come we never dance like this?" Harry asked suddenly.

"We just never have."

"But I love dancing with you…" Harry pouted.

"Then we'll dance more often."

"Do you love dancing with me?" Voldemort left no answer.

"We don't have to dance; we can horseback ride, we can go flying, we can go out to dinner, see a muggle film, go swimming in the Caribbean, go camping, we can take over the Ministry, destroy Hogwarts, play chess-" The dark lord chuckled as he kissed his lover.

"Harry love, I don't mind dancing with you and as much merit as those ideas have. I'm happy as I am." The arms around Harry's waist tightened and the younger man smiled as he let his head rest on Voldemort's chest again.

"Luv you too." Harry murmured as he closed his eyes and lost himself as he swayed with the older man. A large hand resting on his protectively.

FLUFF!!!!

Lol I got new medicine. My brother's call me pillhead now because the first night I took it there was a WORM in my house and I flipped out over it. ;; but its kay I love my pills and my Candies. Laters.