Disclaimer: Yeah... so it's fiction, ok? Fiction. As far as I know... no-one in the political arena is gettin' it on with fictional characters.... oh yeah, and please review this. It's really to horrible to not review.
FOR THE RECORD, I AM ASHAMED OF THIS FIC... but in a funny way... oh well.

"You cold-hearted bastard." said Lucius Malfoy through his very out of character tears. "You were only using me to get back at Severus."

"Damn straight!" smirked Nixon. "But don't worry, you were an okay fuck. I'll put you on my ticket for the next election."

Wait.... wrong fic. *The author casts Avara Kedavara on the sick and wrong fragment*

Bill Clinton smiled pleasantly and stood up. "Severus, would you like to accompany me to the back room?" "Fuck no!" said Snape. "Seventy billion points from the USA!"

That's better... but still not what I wanted. *The author puts the fragment in azkaban*

George W. Bush smiled pleasantly and stood up. "My Lord, would you like to accompany me to the back room?"

The Dark Lord shifted in his chair and looked uneasy.. "It's for more planning of our evil empire, right?"

Bush smiled and shook his head. "Not exactly...."

Voldemort shrugged, and hand in hand, the two evil men walked out of the oval office.

At their destination, Bush hesiatated at the doorway and frowned. "My lord, the Lincoln Bedroom? It doesn't seem appropriate.."

Voldemort pushed him roughly through the door. "I care little for appropriateness, Mr. President."

Bush gulped and dropped to his knees. "Y- yes, my Lord." He closed his eyes and opened his mouth....

eew.

Then Voldemort cast cruciatus on Bush. And drank his blood. Yummy. The end.