I got a new Microsoft word – 2007 so the format might be off. I haven't figured it all out yet. Anyway this is to Animegurl088 she emailed me and I thought. "Hell, someone actually wants to read it. I guess I'll update." So I dug and dug and I finally found a plot bunny. It was hiding with the ice cream in my freezer.

A/N: LMAO I find this chapter so funny, but only because this was suppose to be a ONE-SHOT not a story. So I'mjust kind of getting the full effect that I can't just STOP writing this.

Harry hummed happily as he rested a note book on his swollen tummy. His quill scratched furiously as he tapped his foot against the floor.

Voldemort was sitting across from him in a leather chair. He didn't look anything but calm, unless you knew him of course.

Every time Harry crossed something out, Voldemort's fingers would twitch. Every time the boy stopped for a moment just to continue Voldemort's jaw clenched, and finally when he couldn't take anymore of it he snapped.

"What are you doing!?"

"I'm writing a list." Harry answered simply, already used to his lover's edginess since he himself was the cause of the Dark Lord's peril. The man had been VERY patient with him through the last seven months.

"Of what?" The dark lord asked his interest peaked.

"I want to kill. It'll be so thrilling to see their faces as their killed by a pregnant Boy-Who-Lived- Only-To-Betray. So far I have Draco, Lucius, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione, Percy, Wormtail, Aunt Bellatrix, Blaise, Seamus, Pansy…" The listed continued on for a while after that.

"Are you sure you have enough time to kill them? You're due in less then two months?"

"Yeah, I have the time, especially since they'll be torture before I kill them." Harry smiled at his lover sweetly and the man groaned.

"You just want me to do it because it turns you on." Harry snorted.

"What are you complaining about, you're the one who says we don't do it enough." Voldemort coughed slightly and crossed his legs.

"That's not what I meant."

"Yeah, well that's how I'm taking it." Harry said as he folded up his list and pocketed it. He tried to stand up but eventually had to have Voldemort help him up.

"Thank you." He said and kissed the man lightly. "I will be back later, I'm going to go and surprise a few red heads." With that Harry was gone and Voldemort sighed; finally he could get back to work.

The only words that would be used in the Prophet tomorrow were: Pureblood Family Slaughtered. Harry couldn't wait to read it. He returned to the manor with blood splattered on his face and a hand on his back.

"I can't wait till this dammed soccer ball belly is ready to pop. Next time YOU'RE going to be the one that gets pregnant because it sure as hell isn't going to be me!" Harry yelled as he made his way to stand in front of Voldemort's desk.

Voldemort sighed; it was this stage of the pregnancy.

"Alright luv, next time," He grimaced, it was just a lie too soothe his lover, but damn it was so disturbing, "I'll bottom." Harry slowly smiled and plopped down in one of the chairs in front of his lover's desk. As he cleaned the blood from his nails, he was being watched intently by Voldemort.

"You do realize you look like an angel sent from hell covered in all of that blood."

::And it's the blood of a traitor!:: Harry hissed as he looked up.

"Ah fuck it," Voldemort groaned as he stood.