Author Notes: Don't own Harry Potter, as mentioned... Comments loved.
Much Later...
The four sat in the dining room, settling in after dinner. Voldemort ran his fingers over his stomach.
"I don't think I could eat anymore...incidentally, what were we eating, anyway?"
"It's better if you didn't ask." Rose smiled.
"It was good though." Lynn said leaning back in her chair.
"Hey, Rose? There's something that i've been meaning to ask." Voldemort shifted in his seat.
"What would that be?" Rose closed her eyes contentedly.
"Was today's little tiff between Quirrell and me planned, or was your wand moving on it's own?" Voldemort smiled meekly when Rose's eyes snapped open in surprise.
"Now why would you think that? I don't remember doing any spells..."
"Oh, but you wouldn't, see I seem to recall that you're very good at non-spoken spell-casting."
"Well, yes, but I didn't do anything...much."
"I thought so, it is entirely out of character for me to do any bodily harm to Quirrell." Voldemort leaned back in his seat.
"Well," Quirrell said thinking. "No not really."
"Oh, come on Quirrell, I've never hit you." Voldemort smile slid into a frown, "Have I?"
"No, you haven't," he replied. "Not now anyway. Perhaps when I first met you, but besides that, no. You've never hit me."
"FINE! I DID IT!" Lynn shouted. "I wanted to spend time with Quirrell, okay? Past the you and your callings of me being a pedo and a whore. You fiend."
"Shush, you couldn't cast an unspoken spell to save your life. I just thought that it would be a good way to get what I wanted." Rose stood up and picked up the plates.
"Well, glad to know someone appreciates me. I'm sorry I called you names, I freaked when I thought you were going to slip in with Quirrell last nigh-...whoops." Voldemort stared at his fingernails.
"Nice, Tom." Rose smacked Voldemort upside the head.
"Ow...why do you always do that?"
"Hey," Lynn snapped angrily. "That was only cause I heard a voice calling my name. I got freaked out alright."
"You- you were going to sleep with me?" Quirrell stuttered.
"Well next to you." Lynn said. "I got freaked out and found myself in your room. I didn't want to freak you out, and knowing I probably wouldn't fall asleep, I went back downstairs and read. I can't help the voices don't leave me alone at night."
"Voices?"
"Er," Lynn took a sip of her drink. "Don't ask."
"Look, Lynn had an incident almost three years ago when my parents and husband, late husband, tried to summon a very powerful demon, it swallowed my parents souls and my husband was driven insane, the demon went looking for someone to occupy and Lynn was one of the only witches in the area, so it possessed her, for two whole years, I worked on a way to undo what my family did, but the only way to do that was to channel the demon into some other being, my husband was the only one left, so I put the demon, after two years of research mind you, into my husband, it killed him, but the voices of the one's that the demon killed still haunt Lynn." Rose gasped for breath. "I-I almost died also, I needed something to atone for the transferral, a sort of equivalency exchange, if you will. But all I had to give was the unborn child in my body."
Rose sat down, exhausted by the effort. "I-I don't regret what I did, it was for my friend, but...it was the only way..."
Voldemort stood up and put his hands on Rose's shoulders. "Rosey...so that's why you guys don't talk about it..." he said softly.
"Mhm," Lynn said lowering her head on the table, her face pale and body shaking slightly. "Though I only knew about the demon and Rose almost dying... I didn't..."
"I couldn't tell you...that my parents were the ones who caused all the trouble. See, they cared about you, and I knew that if they were alive, they would've done everything in their power to help you, but they couldn't...so I had to." Rose covered her face with her hands."I lost everything, I had already lost all my siblings, then my parents, the man I loved...I wasn't going to lose you, too."
"But, at what price?" Voldemort leaned down, pressing the side of his face to hers.
"Any, I gave up the one thing I had left, to save what I knew I already had." Rose stood up and knelt at Lynn's feet. "I couldn't leave you like that, so..."
Lynn moved down to where Rose was pulling her into a hug. "I'm really sorry though."
Voldemort and Quirrell looked at each other, then they wrapped their own arms around the girls. They all stayed like this for awhile.
'Sooo, can I sleep with you tonight?" Voldemort asked. They all looked at him. "What?"
"What a mood-wrecker..." Rose stood up. "Yes, you may sleep with me, but keep your comments to yourself."
Lynn bit the inside of her lip standing up slowly and walked over to Quirrell burying her head into his neck.
"I guess that means this now a co-ed house?" Voldemort punched Quirrell playfully in the arm.
Quirrell shook his head, rolling his eyes as he rubbed Lynn's back comfortingly.
That night, after the funny business-
Voldemort and Rose lay curled up in front of the fireplace, sipping wine and snuggling under a blanket.
"So, did you love him?" Voldemort pulled Rose tighter against his chest.
"Mm...yes, I did. But it was more of shy-fondness, then love. I suppose I felt that because we were married I had to like him. Though I can't pretend that I wasn't devastated to be without him." Rose sipped her wine.
"I see."
They were quiet for awhile longer.
"So, how do I measure up?" Voldemort drained his glass.
"You're in a class of your own, Tom."
And then they kissed, passionately.
:#3 Timewarp to Quirrell and Lynn-
((And just cause I like pushing boundries and they wouldn't go auto sex like Voldy... here is some pre-funny buisness goodness))
"You feeling alright?" Quirrell asked as they walked up to their room. Lynn had been unusually quiet after dinner, and Quirrell was more then slightly worried. She refused to speak and it looked broken.
Lynn didn't say anything as she moved towards the bed.
"Lynn?"
"Do I look alright?" Lynn asked, her voice cracking slightly as she sat on the bed with that pale, broken expression. Quirrell sat next to her, unsure what to do. What he could say to make her feel better.
"It's not your fault," he whispered and Lynn cringed. Fearing she'd run or worse, he hugged her ridged form, humming softly to the girl. "It's not your fault."
"Then why does it hurt like it is?" Lynn said clutching her chest. "Rose never told me…"
"She didn't want to lose you-"
"Was I really worth saving," Lynn snapped, her shoulders shaking as she tried holding back the tears. "Was I?"
"Rose thought you were." Quirrell said, hugging her tight. "I think you are. Lynn, in the short time I got to know you… I think, I think I am falling in love with you."
"Am I so deserving of that love?" Lynn asked her eyes welling up with tears.
"Yes." he said truthfully as he brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Lynn-"
"What if it comes back for me?" She asked tears dripping down her face. She was so scared it come back. So scared on losing herself again. "Sometimes I think I hear it calling me. What if it comes back for me Quirrell?"
"I won't let it," the boy responded holding her near.
"What if it does?"
"It won't." Quirrell's voice rang out sharp, "I won't let it."
"You have to promise me. If I get possessed again… You won't let Rose, you , or -" Lynn stopped as soon as Quirrell's lips crushed into hers. She willed herself not to, but soon melted to his kiss. He pulled away, "I won't make promises I can't keep."
They were silent for a moment before Lynn's voice broke the silence with his name, "Quininus."
"Yes?"
"Make love to me." her voice was small and weak. So overall helpless.
Quirrell looked over at the girl, and wiped away her tears with his thumb. "But, I don't know how."
"We can learn as we go. Surely you've read about it in books." she begged. "Please?"
"Are you sure?" Quirrell asked, blushing.
Lynn nodded, "I've never been sure of anything more in my life."
Quirrell leaned in capturing her lips. "I love you."
"I love you too," said the girl, and they began kissing.
-After funny buisness-
"You alright?" Quirrell asked Lynn as she curled up next to him.
"Just sleepy." She mumured resting her head on his bare chest.
"Well," Quirrell smiled, brushing her hair out of her face, "Don't let me stop you."
"Promise you'll be here when I wake up?"
"I promise." he said kissing the top of her head.
"Love you." She murmured closing her eyes. "Night."
"Love you too." He said, watching her sleep in his arms.
Time skipies. XD
The next morning, Voldemort and Quirrell bumped into each other on the way to the bathroom, there was silence while Voldemort peed and Quirrell brushed his teeth.
"So, Quirrell...how was it?" Voldemort looked over at Quirrell.
Quirrell blushed embarrassed, spitting out the toothpaste, before finally saying. "Pretty damn great. Yourself?"
Voldemort sighed, smiling, and pulled up his pants. "That woman is an animal. Look, she clawed up my back. "
Voldemort turned and pointed at scratches on his shoulders.
"Ouch." winced Quirrell. "Lynn didn't do anything like that to me... Okay, okay, I have hickies all on my chest but owwie those look painful."
"Well, after a few go-rounds, you wouldn't even notice them. But yeah, they hurt like hell." Voldemort turned this way and that, examining his back in the mirror. "I'd rather have stripes than hickies though, those things take forever to go away."
"Totally worth it."
"Maybe, hey, aren't we supposed to make breakfast for them or something?" Voldemort scratched his head thoughtfully. "At least I know you are, both you being ex-virgins and all."
"Want to help me make something," Quirrell asked him, "I don't have any idea where anything is in the kitchen."
"Hm, do I risk utter decimation at the hands of pixies," Voldemort held his hands out like scales, "Or do I go back into an extremely comfortable bed and spoon with my volatile lover...Hm, decisions, decisions, decisions..."
Voldemort smiled and laughed, "yeah, I'll help you, I think Rosey would be happier waking up to warm cup of tea and hot breakfast, than an empty-handed Tom any-day."
"You don't say." Quirrell smiled.
"You think I'm kidding? Man, she's a tyrant! I just barely managed to escape!" Voldemort threw his arm across his forehead dramatically, laughing and shoving Quirrell, "Last one downstairs has to fight off the pixies!"
In the kitchen-
"First," Quirrell declared entering the kitchen before Voldemort.
"D-Damn it..." Voldemort panted leaning on a black cupboard and nursing a bruised rib, "Why do you hit me so hard...don't you know I bruise easily..."
Quirrell smiled and said teasingly. "Well aren't you whiny this morning."
"Shut up, I'm sore and I have every right to be whiny, Rose made me go at least five-"
Quirrell held up a hand as a hum started to build in the air. "Do you hear something?"
"Only the beating of my heart...at least I hope my heart hums..." Voldemort looked around nervously. "Is it the pixies?" He whispered.
"I really hope not." Quirrell replied growling when he noticed he didn't have his wand on him, "Do you have a wand?"
"Um, my wand is back in Rose's room...and I don't know how to deal with pixies..."
"Well. I suggest we forget breakfast and get out of here before they- AHH!" Quirrell yelled as several picked him up hovering him in the air. "VOLDEMORT HELP!"
"WOMEN AND COWARDS FIRST!" Voldemort bolted for the door and stampeded up the stairs. "Rose! We may have a problem!"
Lynn peered out the door, rubbing her eye as she looked over where Voldemort had gone and whom was currently rushing up the stairs to Rose's bedroom. "Wha's goin' on? W'ere's Quirr'll?" the sleepy female asked.
However, Voldemort made no motion to answer her as he tripped up the stairs and then kept moving as he yelled for Rose once more.
The older girl rubbed her eye disappearing back into her room before exiting with her wand and a long black shirt that reached her knees. Still sleepy, Lynn murmured as she slowly made her way down the stairs, "Quirr'll? Gotta find Quirr'll... 'E promised...'E promised...Fin' Quirr'll. Find 'im." Lynn yawned as she reached the end of the stairs.
"Quirr'll?" She murmured to herself hearing a shriek come from the kitchen. She slowly made her way over there, snapping awake when she saw him floating in the kitchen the pixies holding him almost to the ceiling. "QUIRRELL!"
"Help!"
"Immobulus!" shouted Lynn freezing the pixies that were holding Quirrell up, and he fell to the ground. "You okay, Quirrell?" She asked knelling next to him.
"I -ow- I'm okay." Quirrell said wincing as he stood up, making his way towards the door. "Let's get out of here."
When they were out of the kitchen, Lynn hugged him from behind. "What were you doing up?" She asked softly.
Quirrell turned to face her. "I was going to make you breakfast."
"You were?" Lynn said, a smile grazing her face. She leaned up and kissing him softly. "That's sweet."
"Anything for my lady." Quirrell said, holding her. "I was hoping to be back before you woke, but that didn't work out quite as planned."
"Still," Lynn murmured backing up out of his embrace. Quirrell look confused as she took Quirrell's hand and lead him back up the stairs, telling him, "You have to tellt Voldemort you are okay. I heard him yelling for Rose when he woke me from one of the best possible sleeps I've had in a long time. I would have ignored him but then I realized you weren't there..."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"No," Quirrell said as they reached the last step, spinning her around and locking her eyes with his, "I promised you I'd be there when you woke up and I wasn't there. I'm sorry for that."
Lynn nuzzled into his neck. "It is fine, Quininus. I was just confused is all."
"I just feel bad."
"Well don't, I love you."
"I love you too." Quirrell said, kissing Lynn. They kissed for a moment, not seeming to notice anything as he pressed her against the wall. Before things could get more steamy, they got interrupted by the sound of yelling. They looked up at the door to Rose's room in utter confusion.
"Volemort, get out from under the bed right now!"
"Rose, there are pixies out there!"
"Wait, what? Have you been in the kitchen?"
"Well, I-"
"You idiot!" Rose stormed down the stairs, past a stunned Lynn and Quirrell, and into the kitchen. "My darlings! What did they do to you?"
Lynn's eyes grew big. "I think we best hide out in our room." She started pulling him that way when Quirrell stopped when he heard Voldemort.
"Quirrell? Come and get me! I'm too scared to move!" Voldemort whined.
Quirrell rolled his eyes, kissing Lynn on the forehead, "Be right back. I have to go help the Whiny Dark Lord..."
"I heard that!" Voldemort yelled.
"Okay," Rose leaned her head out the kitchen door, "No one and I mean no one, is allowed in the kitchen on pain of severe death! Do you understand?"
"Understood." Lynn yelled back, before disappearing into the depths of Quirrell's room.
"Good!" Rose snarled.
"Quirrell? Quirrell? Where are you?...don't leave me here..." Voldemort's voice dwindleed into silence.
"Well, lets see, you crying and whining or I could go back to my room where a lovely lady is waiting for me. Hmm, decisions, decisions. Later Voldy." Quirrell said stepping out of Rose's
room.
"You big meanie! Rose is gonna kill me!"
"No she won't. If she didn't kill you last night, I think you are safe."
"Easy for you to say, you weren't the one being torn to pieces!"
"Not yet, you aren't." Rose closed the kitchen door and started to climb the stairs.
"See ya," Quirrell said, laughing as he made his way downstairs, passing Rose on his way down. Quirrell shuddered from her evil, pissed off aura.
Rose opened her bedroom door, "Tom, time for snuiggles."
"NOOOO, QUIRRRREEEELLLLL!"
"Can't hear you," Quirrell said, going off to his room, "OH! Hello~"