Having used Bellatrix's mark to summon the inner circle, Voldemort sat down in his throne at the end of the room. Bellatrix was nearby, standing to his right. She looked absolutely amazing, wearing a set of blood red robes, which clung to her in all of the right places. He knew that when she told him she was going to change into her black robes that he should not have stopped her, as she was going to be distracting to everyone in the room, including himself, but he could not bear the thought of her taking them off herself. He wanted to take them off – At a time where he could make love to her after.
Now she was smirking up at him, knowing what he was thinking. It wasn't like she could read his thoughts, like he could, but that she could read his face.
"My dear husband, is there something on your mind?" she asked him, pushing her breasts out seductively.
Voldemort smirked back. There were several things on his mind, such as were the giants going to join him? How were they going to get rid of Minister Williams? How was he going to destroy Dumbledore? But somewhere, near the front of all of those worries, was certainly something about getting Bellatrix back to the bedroom. Then again, there normally was.
"No," he replied though, he didn't want to be too distracted by her right now. Not since anyone could apparate in at any moment. It was lucky that he did reply that, as the first few people began to arrive.
Bellatrix averted her gaze. She knew better then to try and play with him during a meeting like this one. These were generally the meetings where people died, the ones where everyone stood.
Lucius arrived. He bowed low, glancing to Bellatrix for just a moment before he too looked to the ground. Voldemort wondered if they were going to continue hating each other forever. Sometimes, he wasn't sure who hated whom the most. True, Bellatrix loved to flaunt it in Lucius's face that she had been the one that brought his marriage to Narcissa about. Lucius hated it, especially since it was not the entire truth. But he must really love Narcissa if he was willing to keep the pretence up and Voldemort was definitely not going to tell Bellatrix that the whole thing had been planned all along. He generally didn't keep much from her, but there was no way he was going to tell her now. She would be furious and then feel stupid and then he probably wouldn't get any for a week. And she would probably still hate Lucius, probably more than she did now.
There really was no winning with a woman. He had learnt that in the last couple of years. Bellatrix was now completely unafraid of him. She argued outright. Sometimes in front of other people, although so far not during one of these meetings. He hoped it would never happen, because he would have to punish her in front of everyone. She could not be exempt; it would make him look weak.
He glanced back to her. She was looking at him from under her eyelashes, a smug smile on her lips. Luckily the last person arrived and he could begin. The subject first on his mind was the Ministry.
"Firstly," he said coldly. "We must congratulate Moonler on his promotion to deputy," he continued, nodding to Moonler who bowed. "But we are still far away. Lestrange." He beckoned Rodolphus forwards, suppressing the familiar urge to simply raise his wand and destroy him there and then.
"My Lord," Rodolphus said, bowing. "There is constantly someone following Williams, day and night. He is loyal to his wife and goes to work every day."
Voldemort drummed his fingers in irritation. It would be so much easier if he was having an affair or was not seen to be attending to his duties enough.
"Very well. Lucius, did you check his school record?"
Lucius stepped forwards and bowed as Rodolphus stepped back. "My Lord, there is not even anything on his school record. A few detentions, nothing more." He paused, sighing lightly. "We have run out of records to check. This man is so clean, my Lord, there hardly are any records. I am afraid we appear to have run out of options, bar killing him off."
Voldemort smiled slightly. "That is not an option, it will be obvious that Moonler is my candidate when he wins and is not killed as well."
"Does it matter?" Bellatrix asked, looking up at him. Voldemort met her challenging gaze, hoping she wasn't going to forget herself. "As soon as Moonler is elected they're all going to notice anyway, when things start changing."
Voldemort inclined his head in her direction. She was right to a certain extent, but not quite. "These changes will not happen overnight, so yes, it does matter." He was about to turn back to Lucius when she spoke again.
"I disagree. We will have taken this long to remove Williams, surely the changes will be implemented by the same time with Moonler," Bellatrix responded, her tone challenging as well as her gaze.
There were murmurs around the room as Voldemort turned back to her, his heart pounding. How could she be so stupid? She seemed to know that she had overstepped the mark as well; she was looking up at him pleadingly, biting on her lip.
"I mean... my Lord, I..."
He held up a hand to silence her. She knew what was coming. "I do not think your opinion to be at all relevant to this, Bellatrix," he hissed. She flinched at the use of her proper name. "This does make a difference and I will not have this entire operation ruined just because you do not agree!" She was gaping up at him, apparently unsure if his words were simply for show or if he really meant them. "Crucio!"
He watched, not in satisfaction, as she dropped to the floor screaming. His curse hurt, he knew that. She managed to tilt her head up to look at him, and he was certain he had not imagined a tiny gleam of lust in her eyes as she did. The rest of her was pleading for him to stop. He was sure he had heard his name somewhere between her cries. He knew that she could not be blamed entirely for babbling, it was normal under the curse, but he could not risk her saying too much so he stopped it.
"Get out of my sight," he snarled at her, as if to make up for not holding the spell as long as he should have.
Bellatrix picked herself up, avoiding his gaze. She curtseyed, a tiny curtsey that he probably would have missed if he had blinked, and then left the room, glaring at everyone around her and slamming the door closed behind her.
Not even bothering to hide his irritation, Voldemort continued his conversation with Lucius and continued around the room to speak with the people that had anything of interest for him. There wasn't much. Times were hard; everyone in the country was suspicious of everyone else, groups of friends torn apart by fears that there were death eater spies amongst them. There was not much gossip, no one dared. Voldemort knew the time had come when he needed to be in a position of power, in the outside world, but at present that was not possible since it seemed near enough impossible to destroy this nobody who had become minister for magic.
He dismissed everyone, and made his way to the bedroom, expecting to find Bellatrix sobbing on the bed.
Instead, she was sat in bed reading a book, perfectly composed, without her make up and, more annoyingly, without that dress. She was now wearing her dressing gown and he knew she had done it on purpose, because he had told her explicitly he wanted to remove those robes himself. As he came in, she ignored his arrival.
Voldemort stared at her for a few moments before he spoke. "You cannot speak to me like that in front of everyone," he told her quietly, his voice slightly cool. "You know that you cannot."
"I think you are wasting time," she told him, not looking up. "Just trying to do you a favour."
Two years ago, Voldemort probably would have killed her. Now, he was used to her and definitely did not want to kill her. Instead, he went and poured himself a large drink and downed that. Considering what had happened, he knew what he needed to do.
He went back to the bedroom and got undressed, sliding into bed beside her. She shifted away from him, as expected. Then he turned out the light, leaving them both in darkness, which also meant she couldn't see the book.
"Do you mind?" she snapped.
"Just doing you a favour, that's an awful book," he responded coldly, turning away from her. "Take my advice, Bella, and if you want to go and sit in a room with a light on, I suggest you take it to the sitting room. I am ready to sleep."
Bellatrix slammed the book onto the table next to her and laid down flat. "And of course, whatever you say goes, as usual."
Voldemort sighed. She really could be such a handful when the mood was upon her. The rest of the time, she was absolutely perfect, any man's dream. Not right now, that was certain.
"Yes, it does," he replied coldly. "And if you don't do something quickly to get back into my good graces then I shall really exert my authority over you."
She was silent for a moment, but eventually he felt her turning over so that she was facing him. "You didn't have to curse me," she mumbled reproachfully.
"Yes I did," he told her sharply. "You know better." She sighed but didn't reply. Voldemort smirked to himself as he thought about her lustful eyes. "It made you wet though."
"No it didn't!" she snapped back, a little too quickly and defensively and Voldemort knew she was lying to him.
"My wife is such a bad liar," Voldemort told the ceiling as he turned over onto his back. He tilted his head to look at her. She was half smiling. "Say you're sorry and I will do it again."
"No," Bellatrix replied shortly, looking away from him.
"Say it," Voldemort repeated, moving closer to her and placing his hand under her silky dressing gown, onto her lace panties. He ran his fingers over the material, smirking to himself. Bellatrix arched her back slightly and shifted closer.
"Tom..." she murmured, her voice betraying her arousal.
He lifted his hand and slapped her. "Say it!"
Bellatrix whimpered but Voldemort wasn't stupid enough to think that meant she didn't like what he'd just done. "I'm sorry," she said breathlessly, spreading her legs for him. "Please..."
Voldemort withdrew his hand and moved away from her. She practically screamed in frustration, which brought a smile to his lips. Now he was satisfied. "You don't deserve it," he said silkily.
She composed herself and then rolled over so she was almost on top of him. "I deserve punishment," she whispered to him, and he felt his arousal grow at those words. She knew him so well. "I've been so bad, my Lord…"
"You have," he agreed, keeping his voice strong enough so he wouldn't betray himself to her. "You had better work out how to redeem yourself."
He smirked in satisfaction as she pressed a kiss on his lips and began to make her way under the duvet to please him. Perhaps after she had done so to his liking then he would consider doing what she wanted. He really didn't think that he stood a chance of simply going to sleep and leaving her unsatisfied, he didn't think she would ever speak to him again if he did. These women do have such power, he mused to himself as she started to toy with him and tease him, just as he had done to her. As much as he hated to admit it, he really did love his perfect wife.
Bellatrix awoke on her birthday, very happy. She didn't expect Voldemort to be there when she woke up, during the week he never was. She didn't mind; he usually left her little notes to tell her where he was. Today was no exception. She picked the parchment up, reading through groggy eyes.
Join me for breakfast when you wake up. My office.
Bellatrix gasped as she saw how he had signed the letter… Tom. He had never done that before. Grinning to herself, she slid out of bed and began to get ready. Every day he seemed to get a little bit more comfortable with her knowing all that she knew about him, and seemed to accept that she was going to use the forbidden name more often now that she was getting more comfortable with him. She wasn't scared of him usually, although sometimes the look in his eyes did move her more to be scared then it did to be lustful of him. That was not often now. After their two years of marriage and one year of courtship, if it could be called that, they were the best of friends, and their intimate encounters had not lost any passion at all.
She looked at herself in the mirror as she finished applying her make up. She was still pleased with what she saw; her skin was flawless, her eyes bright and her lips full. Now she was twenty years old, and she looked older than she was. She knew she must look different to how she had when she had first met her husband, when she was just a girl of sixteen. Now she had grown effortlessly into a woman and she knew she had her husband to thank for that. With a final smile for the mirror, she turned away and left the room, making sure she had her wand.
Whilst she and her husband were generally the best of friends, there were still trying times. They would irritate each other and she liked to keep her wand on her at all times to make sure she could deflect any spells that came her way from him. Usually, it was playful, but she still didn't like to take the risk of him beating her.
Bellatrix let herself into the office, smiling as she saw her husband.
"Happy birthday," he murmured, standing up and holding her close to him.
"Happy anniversary," she responded, tilting her head back and kissing him on the lips, smiling happily.
Voldemort looked at her, smiling one of his more genuine smiles. "You look beautiful."
Bellatrix smiled back. "So do you."
Voldemort kissed her again, before he led her to sit down next to her at his desk. With a wave of his hand, a large selection of breakfast foods appeared before them. Bellatrix poured them both coffee as Voldemort helped himself.
"Any news?" she asked after a moment, taking a sip of coffee.
Voldemort nodded slowly. "Lucius says he has found something but he's busy all day, so we will have to be patient."
Bellatrix sighed. "I bet it's nothing."
"He seems very sure and did not want to put whatever it is in a letter…" Voldemort shrugged, smiling at her again. "It can wait until tomorrow. Today is our day."
He stood up and moved to the bookshelf. He picked something up from the shelf and sat back down, placing the box before Bellatrix. She grinned, knowing this was her present. It was quite a big box and as she opened it she realised that there were three compartments to it. She opened the top one, which was a very long box. Inside was a necklace, silver with a heart pendant. It was a large enough ruby, cut to shape.
"Turn it over," Voldemort murmured to her. Looking up at him briefly, Bellatrix did as he said. Inscribed in curly letters were the words 'You have my heart. Yours forever, Tom.' .
She gasped, for the second time that morning. She looked up at him, shock showing on her face. He had never said anything that romantic before, it was difficult enough sometimes to get him to say he loved her… This was something else. "You've never…" she trailed off, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly to her own.
Voldemort squeezed her hand back, smiling gently at her. "Recent events… Have… Shown me, that you are irreplaceable in every aspect. You are everything I hoped for in my wife."
Bellatrix could hardly believe her ears. She knew he cared and loved her to a certain extent, and had never expected more. She never thought about it because she knew he physically couldn't express his love for her sometimes and had never considered asking him for anything more. He was everything she hoped for, he was gentle when it mattered but rough when it didn't. He was challenging and she was never bored with him. He was so handsome and just the sight of his smouldering red gaze on her was enough to make her come. He was so possessive of her, it would be impossible for her to even think that he didn't want her or care for her… In fact, she never thought he could be more perfect for her. But now, here he was, being even more perfect.
"Oh, Tom," she whispered, throwing her arms around his neck. He pulled her into his lap and Bellatrix could fear tears brewing in her eyes. "I am not enough for you… You are too perfect…"
She heard him laugh, but it was warm. "Stop. I never want to hear those words leave your lips again. You are perfect."
Bellatrix pulled back and kissed him, enjoying the softness of his lips against her own. Voldemort shifted the box across the table so that she could reach it. "Open the others," he told her gently.
"I hope these don't make me cry as well," she muttered to him as the opened the smaller box on the left. There was a pair of red and silver chandelier earrings, again made from rubies and diamonds. They were incredibly heavy so Bellatrix knew that they were real. She hoped he had a lot of money put away somewhere, because she was certain these presents must have cost him thousands. Of course, as the eldest daughter she would inherit Cygnus and Druella's money when they died, but that was a long way off yet.
In the next box there was a huge matching bracelet, very thick and encrusted with rubies and diamonds. It too was very heavy; she wasn't sure how her arm was going to feel having worn it.
Bellatrix turned back to Voldemort, smiling happily. "Thank you."
"It is always my pleasure," he responded, tightening his arms around her. Slowly, she could feel his arm moving more around her. She felt him unclasp her robes so they fell away from her. Grinning, Bellatrix turned herself around so that her knees where either side of his legs and was facing him. "I got you something else too."
"Really?" she murmured, moving forwards and kissing his neck. He appeared to have forgotten about breakfast. Bellatrix really didn't care. She felt him unzip her dress and pull it from her. He ran his fingers across the swell of her breasts, and then down across her stomach and to her panties. She felt him slip his fingers inside of them and tug them down before throwing them to the floor.
"Don't move," he told her, moving forwards and Bellatrix thought she could hear the sound of him opening a drawer. Then he pulled back, and Bellatrix was suddenly aware of a buzzing sound behind her. She jumped in surprise as she felt something cold touch her sensitive folds but then moaned as she realised whatever it was he had, it was vibrating against her – Hard.
"What is it?" she asked him, breathing suddenly quite heavily.
"Muggle device, which I charmed," he responded silkily. "Do you hear that, Bella? I went into muggle London for you."
Bellatrix groaned; the feeling was so intense. "How did you not kill anyone?" she asked, trying to keep her voice together so that he wouldn't think he was causing her too much pleasure.
Voldemort chuckled, tightening his other arm around her again so that she moved against his chest. Bellatrix kept herself quiet by pressing her mouth against his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent. Then he let go of her and pressed his free hand against her, sliding a couple of fingers inside of her. Bellatrix moaned loudly against his skin, causing him to laugh again. She buckled her hips against his fingers, moaning and whimpering because it felt so good. She felt herself tense as she came, moaning out his name as she did. After a moment, he stopped the thing from vibrating and removed his fingers. Bellatrix slumped against him, unable to move.
"Did you like that?" he asked her, stroking her hair.
"No," Bellatrix muttered in response.
Voldemort laughed again. "Terrible liar."
Bellatrix found some strength and pulled back, pressing a kiss against his lips. Then she unclasped his robes and pulled them from him, reaching down she opened his trousers and freed what was clearly a lot of desire from his pants. "This thing gets better every time I look at it," she told him, moving upwards and sitting on it.
Voldemort moaned, and Bellatrix felt satisfied. He wasn't usually very vocal when they were intimate, unless he was really turned on before it happened. Apparently he was that was this morning. Bellatrix began to grind her hips against his and it wasn't long before they both came again. Bellatrix was still high from her previous orgasm and Voldemort clearly was extremely horny.
He squeezed her tightly to him after a moment. "Happy birthday," he murmured.
Bellatrix kissed his neck again. "Happy anniversary," she repeated, smirking at him. She lay against his chest, enjoying the rhythm of his chest rising and falling. "You know, you've never mentioned when your birthday is," she murmured, knowing that mentioning his past was generally a dangerous thing to do. She felt him stiffen slightly.
"It's not exactly a day I feel the need to celebrate," Voldemort responded quietly. "You recall what happened on the day I was born."
"It doesn't have to be celebrated," Bellatrix responded softly. "Just, perhaps, marked…"
He was still beneath her. Bellatrix wondered if she had said too much.
"I do not wish for it to be marked," he said, his voice slightly louder now.
Bellatrix swallowed, tightening her arms around him. "I'm sorry," she murmured a moment later. "I shouldn't…"
"I shouldn't expect you not to ask," Voldemort cut in, his voice calm. "Of course you wish to know everything about me, as I wish to know everything about you."
"I do," Bellatrix agreed, kissing his neck again. "But only if you want to tell me."
Voldemort was silent for a moment. She knew he was considering carefully. Finally, he spoke. "I was born on December the thirty-first, nineteen-twenty-six," he said quietly. "Bella, promise you won't-"
"I'm not going to throw you a big surprise party and invite all the death eaters," Bellatrix interrupted, grinning. "This is our secret now, and I promise that from now on, you will have the best birthdays ever, which so much sex neither of us will be able to walk."
Voldemort smiled back, apparently relieved, and Bellatrix was sure he was also quite excited at that thought.
"Only if you bring that thing with you," Bellatrix said, laughing now. "You really know how to please me."
"You're easily pleased," Voldemort responded lightly, running his fingers through her curls. He gently bent forwards and picked up her pants, handing them back to her. Bellatrix stood up and dressed herself again, before sitting back down in her own chair and returning to her breakfast, smirking over at him. Voldemort returned to his as well. "I thought we could go to dinner tonight."
"I hoped so," Bellatrix responded, grinning. "Merlin knows I would enjoy a steak, a chocolate pudding and a bottle of wine."
"Agreed," Voldemort said. "Well, it's already booked."
"Good," Bellatrix responded quickly. "I think I'm going to kidnap you for the rest of the day."
"What are you going to do to me?" Voldemort asked, smirking.
"Rape you," Bellatrix replied nonchalantly. "Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Voldemort said, laughing again.
Bellatrix swallowed her mouthful, watching him for a moment. She was so lucky, he was, for the most part, a perfect gentleman and treated her like a queen. And when he wasn't treating her so well, she loved him just as much, because the angry glow in his eyes was so damned hot. Today was going to be a very good birthday and anniversary.
Voldemort was holding Bellatrix's hand as they walked through the restaurant. That was new as well. Apparently, he was feeling very confident of whatever Lucius had discovered and thought they were close to getting there.
He had bought her a dress for tonight, made out of soft black lace. Bellatrix was also wearing her new jewellery and shiny red shoes to match. It wasn't until they were almost to their usual table, at the back of the room, did she notice two heads of blond hair. She looked up at Voldemort who was smirking at her.
As they approached the table, Bellatrix saw Lucius, Narcissa and Evan sitting together. They stood up.
"Hello!" Bellatrix said in excitement, first hugging her cousin and then hugging her sister. She cast Lucius a cold and warning look, hoping that he was going to spill the beans on whatever it was he had discovered. "This is a nice surprise."
Voldemort looked at her. "Sorry my company alone bores you so much," he said, a very small smirk on his face.
"Shut up," Bellatrix responded lightly, taking her seat in between her husband and cousin.
They looked at each other once they were sat down, both trying to hide their smiles. "You'll regret saying that," Voldemort said after a moment.
"Not scared," Bellatrix retorted, picking up her menu. "You promised me wine, where is the wine?"
Evan laughed. "Bellatrix, are you shaking from your withdrawal symptoms?" he asked, smirking. Voldemort laughed at that as well.
"It's my birthday!" Bellatrix exclaimed.
"So, what did you get?" Narcissa asked.
"You're looking at it," Bellatrix responded, smiling. "The jewellery, the dress."
"It's very beautiful," Narcissa replied, as Bellatrix held out her hand so Narcissa could see the bracelet.
"Anything else?" Evan asked, his tone a little bit too innocent for her liking.
Bellatrix looked at Voldemort, who was clearly trying not to laugh out loud. Apparently Evan was in on the other present. "Don't think so," Bellatrix replied, glaring at her cousin. How did Evan manage to turn Voldemort into a giggling child at every opportunity?
The waitress arrived with some wine for them and Bellatrix was very aware of her looking at Voldemort longingly. She couldn't believe someone was outwardly gawking at her husband but couldn't really say any thing, as no one knew that they were married. Instead, she glared, until the waitress noticed and backed off hastily. Bellatrix topped her glass up, taking a sip as they placed their orders. Voldemort ordered her the salmon to start and then the steak, cooked rare. Bellatrix put the menu back on the table, wondering how he managed to work out exactly what she wanted, and getting it right every time. He turned his head to look at her and smiled.
"Magic," he said, grinning. "Amazing, isn't it?"
Bellatrix glowered. "Get out of my mind… I don't go looking into yours so I can order for you."
Voldemort laughed mockingly. "As if you could."
Bellatrix looked up to Evan, noticing Lucius and Narcissa were chatting quietly. "Aww, poor Rosier, he's come without a date," she said, grinning at her cousin.
Evan smiled. "Actually I did meet someone but I didn't think the best situation for a date was dinner with the Malfoy's, my crazy gorgeous cousin Bellatrix and her husband, the feared Dark Lord."
Bellatrix laughed. "What's she like?"
"She's hot," Evan said, nodding. "Very important."
"Can she count to ten?" Voldemort asked, his voice very serious.
"Yes," Evan said indignantly. "She's very clever. She was actually a year below me at school and did very well in her exams." He leant forwards. "I think she could be the one, you know."
"When do I get to meet her?" Bellatrix asked, actually quite interested.
Evan scoffed. "When we get married," he replied. "You would definitely tell her things."
Bellatrix laughed. "Evan, I wouldn't ruin things for you."
Their starters were delivered, and Bellatrix was pleased to see the waitress didn't even look at her husband now. Apparently she had just worked out who they all were.
"So come on then, Malfoy," Bellatrix said, when she was gone. "Spill the beans."
Lucius looked up at her, clearly about to say something scathing, but then he looked to Voldemort, apparently thinking better of it. Then he looked away.
"Lucius," Voldemort said softly, causing Lucius to look back again. Bellatrix could see an expression of concentration on his face for a moment, before he looked away, smirking. He looked to Bellatrix, clearly having just been inside Lucius's head. "Good news, my queen," he murmured. "Good news indeed."
Bellatrix smiled, knowing he would tell her what later. Dinner passed, the meal was delicious as usual. She enjoyed her steak and chocolate cake immensely, not to mention the red wine. Bellatrix had a wonderful evening, and she was pleased when Voldemort invited the others back to their house. As they left the restaurant, he was holding her hand again. She didn't think any one around them noticed, but it really wasn't the point. Ahead of them, she could see Lucius had his arm tightly around Narcissa's thin waist. Although she hated Lucius, she was pleased that her sister was happy with him. For all of his arrogance, Lucius was very good at what he did and Bellatrix wasn't sure what would happen to them without him.
Bellatrix gave Voldemort another bottle of wine to open as soon as they all reached the sitting room. He opened another bottle of white for Narcissa, who wasn't such a fan of red, and they all sat down together.
"Tell me, then," Bellatrix said, looking to Voldemort and Lucius. Evan, sitting next to her, looked interested as well.
Lucius sipped on his wine. "I left something in my office and had to go in for it late last night," he began quietly. "My office is right next to the Minister's and I have to walk past to get to it. He has a glass window in his door."
"What did you see?" Bellatrix asked, breathless with excitement.
"There was a woman on his lap, and it definitely wasn't his wife because she is blonde and this woman was dark," Lucius said, glancing to Narcissa. Clearly he hadn't shared this news with her yet, although she seemed to take it well. Bellatrix knew Lucius kept anything serious to do with the Dark Lord away from Narcissa, for her own protection.
Evan was smirking. "Good news," he said. "We just need to work out how we can get someone from the Prophet to find out."
"All it takes is an anonymous leak from someone," Voldemort said quietly. "And they'll all be trying to take a picture of him at it."
Bellatrix smiled gleefully, leaning over and kissing her husband. "Congratulations, my Lord," she said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You're early, Moonler hasn't won again yet," Voldemort responded, but he too was smiling.
"I was wrong about us acting faster."
"I know," Voldemort replied, laughing at her now. "I told you."
Bellatrix jumped up. "Cissa, come and see my new purchases," she said.
"Her name is Narcissa," Lucius snapped coldly at her as Narcissa stood up.
Bellatrix glared back. "Shut up, Malfoy."
"Be quiet, both of you," Narcissa said lightly, leaving the room with Bellatrix.
Bellatrix opened her wardrobe as if nothing had happened. "How is life without Abraxas then?" she asked, rummaging through.
Narcissa was sat on the bed. "I miss him, we both do… But the house does feel more like our own now, you know?"
"Yeh, it must have been a bit weird doing it, with Abraxas there."
"Bellatrix, why does your mind always think about that?" Narcissa asked and her expression was slightly disgusted.
"Probably because we spent all day at it today," Bellatrix responded, finding the dress and pulling it out.
Narcissa glanced around her and then hastily stood up, as if she'd just realised that meant they'd been doing it in the very bed she was sat on. Bellatrix smiled to herself; clearly marriage hadn't stopped Narcissa from being such a prude.
"Oh, that's nice," Narcissa said, admiring the green dress Bellatrix was showing her.
"I was going to wear it tonight, but To… the Dark Lord bought me this one instead." Bellatrix wanted to kick herself; she'd almost called him 'Tom' in front of someone else. She didn't think Narcissa had noticed.
"It's pretty," Narcissa said, moving across the room to look out of the window. "Your husband is very good at buying you things."
Bellatrix laughed, putting the dress back. "He is. Doesn't Lucius buy you things?"
"Yes, of course," Narcissa responded. "But not clothes." Bellatrix could feel Narcissa looking at her. She turned around to face her. "Lucius isn't what you think he is," she said quietly. "He's really kind to me. He really loves me and I love him. I wish you would be more accepting of him."
Bellatrix crossed the room. "I know he makes you happy. Lucius and I have never got on and you know that. He and I are very different."
"You are so unkind to each other sometimes," Narcissa muttered. "I love you both. I don't want you to fight."
Bellatrix sighed gently. "Cissa, we live in a very competitive environment here. Lucius is my husband's closest adviser, friend even. We are on the same side; the four of us all care for each other. The bickering doesn't mean anything; we're just trying to ascertain power over each other. I would be very sad if anything were ever to happen to Lucius, as he would be for me. And although I don't like him, I would do anything to save him if it ever came to that."
Narcissa looked up, her eyes slightly watery. "Really?" she asked softly.
"Of course," Bellatrix responded, knowing that her words were true, even if she really did hate Lucius.
"That is comforting. Lucius never tells me anything… And I know why, I understand… Sometimes, I get worried." Narcissa wiped her eyes.
"There's nothing to worry about. Lucius is very well thought of and needed by my husband. Promise." Bellatrix hugged Narcissa to her. "Come on, shall we go and make sure they aren't drunk?"
Narcissa nodded and together they went back into the sitting room. Voldemort was smiling as he saw her. "Come and sit, beautiful," he said, holding his hand out to her.
Evan looked disgusted. "I think I'm going to go and find some single people," he said, standing up, though he was grinning. "Clearly I am the fifth wheel here."
Bellatrix laughed. "Why don't you surprise your future wife with some flowers," she said.
"Not a bad plan, beautiful," he said, smirking at Voldemort who laughed, standing up to get himself another drink. "I'll see you on Friday for practice?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Bellatrix responded, waving at her cousin as he left. She stood up and moved to Voldemort, watching as he sipped on his wine. She put her arms around him and kissed him hard and passionately, closing her eyes and loosing herself in the kiss. She could taste wine on his lips and that made her want to kiss him all the more. When they finally pulled apart, Bellatrix could see he was breathless. "I've been naughty," she murmured. His eyes widened slightly, apparently shocked that she'd said such a thing with other people in the room.
"What have you done?" he asked softly, running his fingers through her hair. Bellatrix was glad the night was almost over otherwise she would have been cross with him for ruining her curls.
"I almost said your name in front of Narcissa," she whispered back.
Voldemort nodded. "You'll regret it," he told her, before he winked and moved away, sitting back down. Bellatrix hastily followed him and sat back next to him.
"We're going to go too," Narcissa said, standing up. Bellatrix thought she still looked a bit upset. "Thank you for a lovely evening." She smiled, first kissing Bellatrix on the cheek and then Voldemort.
"Thank you for coming!" Bellatrix called out as they left the room.
She felt Voldemort's hand on her arm. "Ready for your punishment?" he asked, smirking.
Bellatrix moved closer to him. "Oh, yes," she replied, grinning from ear to ear. It had been a very enjoyable evening, and she knew it was about to get even better.