the dark lord's daydream

a picnic in leaves

Dumbledore was caught under a tree with Voldemort, having a picnic, holding hands like friends

"oh-.. what are you dong with him?" harry asked, looking down at the two most powerful wizards

"oh, hello there harry... i was just helping him, he was hungry and I'm trying to get him more accustomed to being nice" Dumbledore responded

"oh.. could i sit next to you two?" harry asked

"of course! right, riddle Mc diddle~?" Dumbledore teased

"don't call me that." tom responded, blushing heavily

"ha-ha, you can sit by us, harry."

harry sits down and takes out his lunch, smiling brightly

Voldemort looked at harry, he didn't feel all... sick and in pain when he looked at harry, he felt... happy? he shifted his gaze to Dumbledore, he felt a large blush cover his face, was he... in love? goodness no! just because he's getting better for Dumbledore, he talked about his sexual organs to him, that he slept in the same bed as him, he's eating food with him, he blushed multiple times, and that he wants to kiss him- it doesn't mean that he likes him! after all, their enemies!

"albus.. could i talk to you in private after this?"

"of course, i wouldn't mind, little tom~"

"augh! don't call me those stupid pet names!"

"I'm sorry, riddle, i just cant help myself, its too fun to see you squirm."

"you sound like a pervert when you talk like that."

"i was just teasing you."

Dumbledore smirks and shoves Voldemort's shoulder as Voldemort blushes even harder

"well, don't tease me like that!"

"why not?"

"because there is a CHILD right next to us!"

"oh yeah, i completely forgot about harry, sorry about that."

"...i thought you were supposed to be so mature."

"yeah, so are you, yet you act like an idiotic little child when things don't go your way."

"that was a week ago."

"did you just hear what you just said?"

"...yeah- but I'm better now!"

"no your not."

"fine, ill agree with you."

"thank you, darling riddle~"

"the words i want to use right now i cant because there is a child next to you."

harry giggles softly, amused by the banter between Dumbledore and tom riddle.

"why are you laughing? you little half-blood, no wonder i killed your parents."

"TOM! YOU CANT SAY THAT!"

"ughg... look, I'm sorry, harry.. i just got mad, I'm trying to be better."

Voldemort couldn't believe his own lips, was he... being nice?! he wasn't sorry.. was he? he was panicking! first it was realizing that he loved Dumbledore, and now he's realizing that he has other feelings- AND that he can be sorry?!

"what is wrong with me?!"

he mumbled, thinking out loud

"what was that, voldie?"

"im going crazy... i need a break."

"i understand you can go inside."

"thank you." Voldemort got up and walked away, blushing heavily, going inside and into bed, he slept for a while as Dumbledore and harry talked outside.

he didn't care what they were talking about, as long as Dumbledore still loved hi- 

"AHGH! GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU DIRTY THOUGHS!!! he doesn't love me.. why would he love me?! ughgh!!!"

he covered his face and stuffed his head into the pillow.