Chain of Drabbles
Burning Oil
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!
Pairing for the chapter:Harry Potter/Lord Voldemort
Warnings: none
Prompt: Burning oil
When Harry has officially left the Light Side of the Great War it wasn't because Albus was a manipulative old coot (he was that, in a sort of grandfatherly way) it wasn't because the Weasleys were stealing from him or some nonsense, it wasn't because the whole world was out to get him.
It was because the Dark Lord's kitchen was better and there was no one to keep him from cooking.
He loved Mrs. Weasley, he truly, honestly did, but the woman had a notion that he was going to burn down her kitchen the way Bill and Percy did! Hell, Harry knew how to cook, he knew how to bake and it was one of the few things he enjoyed doing.
Well, that and not to mention that Voldemort was a wonderful kisser.
Lost in his daydream of days past, Harry didn't feel the dark presence behind him until he was captured by two arms, one around his waist and the other around his shoulders and lips on his neck, murmuring sweet darkness to him.
As Harry surrendered to whispered words and wandering hands and lips, he didn't notice one of the pans over the fire.
It happened while both of them were getting comfortable in the dual act of lovemaking that the sirens against smoke and fire begun blazing and the spells which made torrents of water pour on the fire.
Harry hastily got up, throwing a robe over, and hurried to the kitchen, followed by an amused Dark Lord. What he saw made him gasp and round on his lover about distracting him! There, right on the stove, were the remains of the pan, filled with oil.
A/N: All right, that's all for now folks. If you want more, please tell me, I find myself out of inspiration! SilverLion, it's been a long time since I saw James Cameron's Avatar, not sure I'll do it justice.