Title: I Can't Reach It
Warnings: Be ready to laugh. Please do not drink any liquids you may spit out, or eat something you're most likely to choke on.
Author: Meikitsune, Meikouhaikitsune, puppetwriter, voldemortsmistress
Summary: Voldemort gets Harry good.

I know, it's late. xD

Harry hummed happily as he put the groceries away. They'd almost been completely out of food and neither one of them had wanted to go to get more. They'd ended up flipping a coin and Harry had been volunteered to go to the market. That was all right though, because that meant he got to choose which types of food were being bought.

Suffice to say he'd almost emptied the sweets aisle.

He grinned as he took an Oreo out of the pack before he put them in the cupboard. Tom never touched any of his sweets so it really didn't matter where he put them. They'd still be there when he went back for him. It was so surreal. Every where else he'd ever lived people had always eaten the snacks he left for himself. At the Weasley's Ron had eaten them, and Sirius at Headquarters. Now though, he could eat all he wanted at his leisure.

He crumbled all the bags up and put them away for...something. Then he was off to play quidditch in the back for a bit.

Tom entered the kitchen soon after and saw a bag sitting on the floor, full. He leaned down to pick it up, seeing a variety of shampoo and toothpastes. One was pure white. He smirked, almost horrifically as he went looking through the cupboards. He found what he was looking for and, just for good measure, made sure Harry was no where in site.

He began by taking every Oreo apart and scrapping off the cream before he spelled the toothpaste odorless. Then he finished it by putting toothpaste on the cookies before squashing them back together. Once he was finished he placed them all back in the container and put the cookies where he found them. He grabbed the bag on his way out of the kitchen, taking the empty toothpaste container with him.

It wasn't until much later in the evening that Tom's earlier actions would affect anyone. Harry and he had been on a couch in front of their fireplace for almost an hour. Harry was pulled flush against Tom as the two talked, one of Harry's arms rest on his chest as the younger man basked in his warmth, his comfort, his touch. Then he pulled away and walked off towards the kitchen.

He returned with about five oreos. He plopped back down next to Tom and popped one into his mouth, chewing on it almost ravenously.

Until he tasted the toothpaste. He spat the entire oreo out, gagging. He rubbed his tongue against his teeth, still almost retching with the taste.

Tom had to dodge the remaining oreos at him once he started laughing at the younger man.

"Bloody disgusting. I'm going to murder you, Mar, facking murder you!" Harry yelled.

Tom wasn't stupid though, he was already out of the room, his laughter bouncing off the walls.