Draco had thought long and hard about how to sow his seeds of revenge, and by long and hard I mean at least 3 minutes.
He approached the drawing room with shaking legs, intaking sharply when he saw the lithe figure draped in black. He'd expected the dark lord to be there, yet his appearance was startling nonetheless.
He turned in a whisper of long robes. "A secret rendezvous at midnight with young Lord Malfoy, how could I resist such an ominous invitation?"
Draco stood stiffly, unsure as to where he should begin. He believed his loyalty would please Voldemort, of course, but it didn't make his slimy bald head any less intimidating- or gross at that.
"My lord, I think you'll find what I have to say most surprising."
Voldemort looked towards the fire absently and gestured towards Draco.
"Ah, you young twinks always seem to think you have tricks up your sleeve. But, my boy, I am the most powerful wizard to ever live, you think you can surprise me?"
Draco steadied himself, focusing on the curtains just above Voldemort's head, mostly because the reflection from the ceiling light was making it almost blinding to look at, but also because he thought he might literally shit himself if he made eye contact with the big V.
"Well, out with it," Demanded Voldemort, "I don't have all day." He smirked then. "Let's see if you can 'surprise' me."
"My father is boning your snake."
A high pitch squeak emanated from Voldemort's slit-like mouth. "Is this a joke?"
"No, my lord."
"Because if I catch wind that this is fake you will be severely punished."
"It is true, my lord."
Voldemort took a moment and rested his head on curled fingers. "What the fuck?" He whispered, seemingly to himself. "For fuck's sake," he cursed, still muttering, "what absolute bullshit."
"Shall I leave you to your thoughts, my lord?"
Voldemort didn't respond.
"My lord?"
Silence.
"Do you want me to go?"
Still, nothing.
"Well I'm going, so, whatever."
No response.
"Okay, is everyone in this house fucking deaf or what?"
Voldemort looked up and his red eyes seared, Draco squealed.
"HAHA! Just a joke! Just a silly little comment meant to extract a laugh or two, all done in humour haha, all for the purposes of la Comedie."
Voldemort stared piercingly for a moment, then burst into cackles of laughter. "Fuck me that was good! You got me there I'll admit!" He doubled over in tears of mirth. "That was- ah merlin that was good that- oh that was funny!" He was wheezing now, rolling around like a pig in mud.
Draco backed out of the room, already focused on the next phase of his plan.
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Two boys in a snake den
FanficA powerful and hard hitting lustful drama between some of the most prominent HP characters.
