"My Lord, your dinner is-" started Lucius Malfoy, barging into Draco's old bedroom. "What are you doing? And where did you get a hot tub?" he inquired.
"CRUCIO!" shouted Voldemort. He had told everyone not to enter either of his bedrooms! Malfoy screamed. Voldemort did not mind the scream, he was used to that. He also didn't mind Lucius' facial expression. It was only normal for his victims to scrunch up their faces so they looked like ugly bulldogs. He didn't mind any of it. In fact, he kind of enjoyed it. It made him feel powerful.
When Lucius was done screaming, he got up off the floor he had fallen on while being tortured and exited the room. He barely managed to say "Your dinner is ready" as he left. Voldemort got out of the hot tub, changed his clothes, and made his way to the Malfoy kitchen. It was extremely neat. The only thing sitting out was a freshly baked cherry pie. This was for him, of course. Narcissa made the best pies, so Voldemort demanded that she made one for him every day for dinner. She had to, or else she would be murdered.
This was the reason that the Dark Lord was gaining so much weight. His belly had gotten much rounder, and so had his arms and legs. He knew he should exercise, but he was too lazy to actually do so. Lucius had suggested that he stopped eating pies, but Tom tortured him again because that was a stupid idea. Stop eating Narcissa's pies? Was he out of his mind? He obviously hadn't tried one.
When he was done eating pie, he had dessert (cherry ice cream with another cherry pie), rubbed his stomach, and slowly made his way back to his old bedroom. This one wasn't nearly as nice as the new one, but it was closer to the kitchen and Voldemort couldn't move another inch. He collapsed onto his creaky bed, slid under the covers, and tried to sleep. It was hard because he was so stuffed with pie, but after an hour or so of plotting to kill squirrels, he finally drifted off to sleep. He dreamed about Zac Efron.