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Mighty Ruler of Gummi Bears: Erm yes, I suppose it would be pale…not that I've ever seen it before, nope.


Prompt: Romance Addiction

"You got to be kidding me,"

"On contrary, Miss Granger, I am very serious." Voldemort accepted the glass without thanking her; not that she expected him to. His eyes remained glued to the television, even as he took a sip and made a face. "What is this disgusting liquid?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's water. Surely, you've tasted it before." She sat down next to him, looking at the screen. She raised an eyebrow. "So, you're addicted to watching romance now? You've been watching tv all day."

"Yes," Voldemort said, his eyes never leaving the screen. It was Titanic, Hermione realized, watching as Rose and Jack kissed for the first time. She herself had watched it once, years ago. While it had not been a terrible movie in her opinion, it was much too romantic for her taste. She never believed the whole concept of 'love at first sight.' After all, when she and Voldemort first saw each other, they were on the battlefield, trying to kill each other. Though, she reasoned with herself, what she had with Voldemort now wasn't love; at least, it wasn't love on his part.

The fact that Voldemort was watching romantic movies scared her. He never did anything without a motive, and to make him watch romantic movies, there had to be one hell of a motive.

"And what's so appealing about it?"

Voldemort sighed. "It amuses me," he paused dramatically. "To watch these blithering idiots declare their love for each other in every way possible. A complete waste of time," Hermione decided that it was wise not to comment that he himself was wasting time watching the said couples. That would not end well. "They also seem to have an obsession attaching those dreadful names to the end of each sentence."

Hermione agreed, but just to spite him, said, "I think it's sweet."

Voldemort tore his eyes off the television screen and looked at her. His blood red eyes bore in to her own, but his other features were schooled in an innocent expression. He tilted his head to one side, and a seemingly genuine smile formed on his face. "Hermione, my dear, I love you."

Hermione giggled as Voldemort leaned in even closer, placing his hands on her knee and blinking quickly in an attractive way. "No really, honey, I can't live without you. You are my sunshine." He took both her hands in to his. "You light up my world. You are the reason I get up every morning, darling. I can't imagine a world without you."

"Phenomenal acting." Hermione laughed. "Laying it a bit thick with the names, though."

Abruptly, he dropped her hands and turned back to the television, the innocent look still on his face. "That's how they all do it." His voice became ridiculously high pitched. "Darling, honey, sugarplum, baby cake, sweetheart." He reverted back to his regular voice. "Morons. The Cruciatus curse is much more effective."

Hermione snorted. "Only you can talk about torturing with that smile on your face."

Voldemort cast her a sideways look, and then reached for the remote. "Enough with this madness." He pressed a few buttons on the remote control, found a channel that he liked, and leaned back comfortably. "Much better," he said. "No more love declarations."

Hermione blinked at the screen, and then looked at Voldemort. He had a look of content on his face as he watched. Hermione looked back at the television to make sure that she wasn't seeing things. Her suspicions were confirmed when Voldemort's hand went back to the remote control and turned up the volume.

"You're also addicted to porn?"


Author's Note: Very subtle with the volume, Voldy. Very subtle.

And that's exactly what I am right now (not the porn addiction, the romance addiction, thank you very much.) You kind of wonder after watching five romantic movies a day for the last few weeks if you have a life.

As for Titanic, I happen to love that movie, so if I offended anyone, it was Voldemort's fault, not me. *runs away*