Antonin/Augustus Oneshots

Antonin and Augustus have a somewhat unusual request for Voldemort.

Voldemort's high-pitched, cold voice didn't sound at all amused as they knocked on his door late at night. "Come in."

The pair tentatively entered the room.

Voldemort had his back to them. He asked, "Who is calling this late?"

Antonin muttered, "Dolohov and Rookwood, My Lord."

Voldemort turned to face them and told them, "Well, speak. You better have an excellent reason for disturbing my sleep."

Augustus sighed. "There's no delicate or easy way of putting this. May we marry each other?"

Voldemort curtly said, "Who you choose to get romantically involved with is your own concern, not mine."