A/N: Let's try this again. The first time I tried to upload this, it was in code. Hopefully, it worked this time. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic! (A fluffy one at that) ;)

A young woman stood in front of a large bed, an exasperated look upon her face. The man currently occupying said bed was still asleep, snoring softly. That would not do.

"Up, Tom, it's already noon! We have things to do today besides sleep!" she exclaimed, in an effort to rouse the previously-sleeping man. My, did he look grumpy now.

Blearily opening an eye to glare at her, he grumbled, "Marie. It's Saturday. I was up till 1 AM this morning finishing some paperwork so I could rest this weekend. Go back to bed." He then proceeded to pull the covers up over his head. Marie found the scene hilarious, as it was not every day one gets to see a powerful Dark Lord like Lord Voldemort in such a state. He was practically pouting. How adorable. Not to mention the fact that he looked very much like a jellybean at the moment.

"Get up, Tom, I've already been awake for hours."

Groan. Stupid woman and her stupid—

"If you don't get out of that bed right now, Tom Riddle, I will turn the entire manor pink," she said, a malicious grin spreading across her face, "neon pink, with lace and many, many doilies spread throughout."

History's greatest Dark Lord shot out of bed in record time. He did not want to experience such a horror again! So many doilies… He had to get his house elves counseling, for Mordred's sake! It took months for them to recover. And the Wizarding World called him evil! "Alright, love, I'm up! You've no need to make such vile threats this early in the day."

"Early?" she said with raised eyebrows, "The day's half gone. Now, get dressed so we can go get more potions ingredients and owl treats from Diagon Ally." Marie's Avada Kedavra green eyes sparkled as she listened to her beloved husband give yet another groan. Ahh, life was good.