Bellatrix was furious. She'd really tried to stop Narcissa from going to Snape's house, from forcing herself on him and making him swear to protect Draco. She didn't really know how the Dark Lord was going to respond to that, especially considering it was Narcissa who had already displeased him. One thing she did know for certain though was that Voldemort had been telling Snape as many of his plans as he'd been telling Bellatrix.
She felt heartbroken underneath her fury though. She thought that she was the only one that he trusted enough to tell all of his plans, but it turned out he trusted Snape that much too. At present, she thought there must only be a handful of people that knew of the plan. People that she liked and trusted. And now Snape had destroyed that illusion for her. Snape. She hated him, more than she ever hated Rodolphus because Rodolphus never made her feel like this.
She couldn't understand the jealousy that reared up inside of her. It wasn't like they were having an affair. They might as well have been, what with the laughing the other night. Like they were best friends.
Bellatrix wanted to laugh with her husband like they were best friends. Inseparable. Close. Equal.
Finding the office to be empty, Bellatrix headed over to the library. Her next step would be their rooms, but since their recent arguments, Bellatrix hadn't seen him in their rooms.
The thing that annoyed her most about Snape was that he had said some things that sounded convincing. Extremely convincing. Now she just needed to decide if he was a good liar, a very good liar at that, to deceive the Dark Lord, or if it was the truth. She hoped it wasn't the truth. Then she realised that was quite selfish of her. If he was lying, then that meant he was spying and passing information back to Dumbledore and his precious Order.
Outside the library, Bellatrix checked herself. Was it sensible to go in there feeling like this? Probably not. It didn't matter; it wasn't like she could make her marriage any worse.
She knew he was in there as she walked in, the fire was lit and Nagini was curled up before it. As she entered, the snake stirred, flicking out her tongue before catching her scent and going back to sleep. As she got closer, she could see him sat at the large table, books and papers spread out.
Unsurprisingly, he ignored her.
Bellatrix folded her arms and sighed, awaiting some sort of acknowledgment.
Finally, he looked up, his eyes glittering like rubies. "Hello, Bella," he said, his voice mocking and sarcastic.
"I've just been to Snape's house," Bellatrix said, her voice cold.
"He let you in?" he asked, his voice disinterested.
"Yes. Why should he not?" she retorted, frowning at him.
"You continue to disrespect him, with no regard to my opinion," Voldemort said coolly.
"You disregard my opinion too," she mumbled, turning away from him slightly.
There was silence for a few moments, before Voldemort spoke again. "What do you want, Bellatrix?" he asked, his voice cold and mocking again. "A quick fuck on the table?"
Bellatrix turned back to him, gasping at the way he spoke to her. "Why do you have to be like this?" she asked, her voice high pitched and upset. "You go out of your way to… humiliate me…"
"Then learn some manners," Voldemort hissed back. "When you remember your place and speak to me properly, I will stop."
"It's my right!" Bellatrix snapped back.
"Not anymore," Voldemort replied, eyes coldly on her.
"You've told Snape the plan," she snarled at him, furious and hurting even more than previously.
Voldemort laughed, high pitched and cold and mocking. Bellatrix shivered at the sound.
"Narcissa has made him swear an unbreakable oath that he will protect Draco… That he will do the deed if needs be…"
Voldemort hardly reacted to that. Bellatrix had hoped it would take some pressure off of her. It didn't.
"Well, that was the plan," Voldemort said, smirking at her. "Severus was always going to do that, he would hardly disobey me."
His using Snape's first name in reference to him really irritated Bellatrix. She wondered what he called her when he was talking about her, and part of her wasn't sure she wanted to know at present.
"You still have yet to go to Draco and help him with his Occlumency," Voldemort said, his tone quiet and silky. "But then again, we are a bit out of practice. I can hear your jealousy from here."
Bellatrix bit her lip to stop the tears, knowing it would make him worse. She looked up at him, trying to ignore his nasty smile.
"I do not know what you are imagining I do with him, Bellatrix. Nor do I want to know." He laughed again, that horrible cold and mocking laugh that made Bellatrix hate him. "He is not exactly my type."
Bellatrix cringed. "You know that is not what I think," she said quietly, trying to keep her voice controlled.
"Then why else would you be so jealous of him?" Voldemort asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Because you speak to him nicely," Bellatrix snapped, wishing she had stayed away.
"I've already told you how you can get me to speak nicely to you," Voldemort replied, smirking at her.
"Why don't you start proceedings?" she snapped. "I'll be respectful then."
"I'm the Dark Lord," he said, as if that answered her question.
"And I'm your wife," she replied, glaring.
"What is it going to take to get this into your head, Bellatrix?" he snarled, standing up and drawing his wand, suddenly angry. "It does not matter any more."
"It matters," Bellatrix said, pulling out her wand. "If it doesn't, you would have divorced me. You wouldn't have slept with me the other week if it didn't matter."
She screamed, sudden pain inflicted upon her entire body. She gripped the back of the chair, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her on the floor. Then she gave a cough, trying to inhale but finding it difficult and at that moment he stopped the spell.
"A mistake," he said carelessly, staring coldly at her.
Bellatrix opened her mouth to retort but found the intense pain was back. This time she fell to the floor, wheezing as the spell was finally removed again.
"Divorce me then," she replied after a moment of catching her breath and rolling onto her back to look up at him. He was so cold.
"Get out," he snapped, breaking eye contact and looking back to his books. "Every time you come to me, in disrespect, in anger or in lust, I shall curse you in short doses like this. We wouldn't like to damage those lungs much more," he added mockingly.
"I look forward to it," Bellatrix replied, standing up in difficulty.
"If it kills you then you are to blame."
"Keep telling yourself that," she called over her shoulder as she left the library. As the door shut behind her, she realised that she was shaking. One thing she had learnt during that meeting was that for some reason… He didn't want a divorce. After everything, every insult… He didn't want a divorce. Forcing her to leave when she said it proved it.
She grinned as she thought of that, turning around and heading off to find Antonin. She fancied a drink.
"That Weasley girl was brilliant," Antonin was saying. They were sat in front of the fire on the comfy sofa, three bottles of wine and half a bottle of firewhiskey drunk already.
"She was," Bellatrix agreed, topping up their glasses. "Bloody brilliant."
"I know the Weasley's are traitors but she might be worth recruiting," Antonin said.
Bellatrix laughed. "No way, did you see how she was looking at Potter?"
Antonin frowned. "No?"
"She's got the hots for Pots!" she said, giggling to herself.
Antonin laughed with her. "Bellatrix-y, you're very silly," he said, giving her an affectionate squeeze.
Bellatrix laughed at him. "That's not my name!"
"That's my name for you now," Antonin said seriously. Then they both burst into laughter again. "Right. Bellatrix," he said, all laughter gone suddenly. "Take me seriously here."
"Alright," Bellatrix replied, smirking. Her head was spinning as she took another sip of her firewhiskey.
"The mudblood was very good too."
Bellatrix laughed again, before catching sight of his serious face. She straightened her own fair. "For a mudblood."
Antonin shook his head. "For an anyone-blood," he said.
"Ant… Are you going soft?" Bellatrix asked, frowning.
"Not as soft as you!" he retorted. "Ant?"
Bellatrix shrugged. "Well you gave me a silly name first," she said by way of explanation.
"Fair," Antonin replied, topping up her glass again. He held his glass up. "To freedom?"
Bellatrix tapped her glass with his. "We've toasted to that before," she said after a moment. She downed the glass and held it out to Antonin for a refill.
"We're going to regret this tomorrow," he said quietly, topping her up again.
"We could just keep drinking forever?" Bellatrix said. "Me and my husband used to basically be alcoholics, there's enough in this manor for…" She noticed Antonin was staring strangely at her. "What?"
"Husband?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Oh, shit," Bellatrix mumbled, looking up at him. "I'm not supposed to say…"
"When did you get married?" Antonin asked, looking completely shocked.
"On my eighteenth birthday," Bellatrix said glumly, looking down at her glass. "Please don't say anything."
"No wonder he was so furious…" Antonin said, his eyes wide as he looked at her. Then he hugged her again, even tighter than before.
"I don't know if he'll ever forgive me," Bellatrix said, her voice wobbling. "Just after he vanished, I found out I was pregnant."
Antonin squeezed her even tighter to him.
"So I had nowhere to go, that's why I fake married Rodolphus…" She could feel tears threatening, but she held herself together.
"What happened?" Antonin asked, his voice muffled by her hair.
"Miscarriage," Bellatrix said softly. "Stress I expect."
"Bellatrix, that's terrible," Antonin replied, pulling away and topping up her drink again. "No wonder you need a drink. No wonder you stabbed Rodolphus with a butter knife!"
Bellatrix wiped her eyes, feeling better she'd been able to talk to someone sympathetic. "You mustn't ever let him know that you know all this," she said, whispering in case anyone could hear. "Never think about it in front of him."
Antonin chuckled. "Don't worry about that. I'm too busy trying not to piss my pants."
Bellatrix snorted, looking up at him, before laughing. He was laughing too. "He never used to be this scary."
"Is it his face?" Antonin asked. "I mean…" He smirked. "He used to be gorgeous."
Bellatrix nodded, giggling a bit. "He did," she agreed. "But he knew it." She paused; thinking as best she could through her alcohol fuelled brain. "I think fancy him."
Antonin laughed. "Me too," he said, sitting back and laughing to himself. "It's the power!"
Bellatrix laughed loudly, putting her arm around Antonin. "Hands off!" she said, giggling. "I've got enough competition from Snape as it is!"
"Snape?" Antonin asked, grinning. "That greasy old git. How is he competition?"
"I don't know. The Dark Lord keeps calling him Severus." She stopped laughing for a while. "It's annoying."
"Snape is annoying," Antonin added. "But I will concede… He could be gay."
Bellatrix wanted to gag. "No way, how do you know that?"
Antonin rolled his eyes at her. "Because I am gay and I know these things."
"Do you think Lucius Malfoy is gay?" she asked hopefully. "You know, secretly."
"No, Bellatrix. Definitely not gay." Antonin smirked at her. "You're drunk."
"You're drunk!" Bellatrix retorted. "I am really drunk." She stood up, feeling her head spinning. She quickly topped up her glass, spilling some whiskey onto the floor. "Ooops!"
"Come on, we should go to bed," Antonin said, steadying her under her arm.
"I'm married you know," Bellatrix mumbled, winking at him.
"You aren't my type, beautiful," Antonin replied, smiling and leading her from the room into the hall.
Half way down the stairs stood Voldemort. He'd stopped in his tracks and was staring down at them, his expression blank.
Bellatrix sneered. "My most powerful and exalted Lord," she said, bowing mockingly at him. He ignored her, descending the stairs smoothly.
"My Lord… She's had a lot to drink…" Antonin said, bowing deeply as Voldemort approached.
"So I see," Voldemort said dryly.
Bellatrix could see two of both of them. She giggled. "You look funny," she said to Antonin, who began to look slightly uncomfortable at the situation.
"You should go to bed!" he whispered urgently at her.
"I'll deal with her," Voldemort said, his tone grim. Bellatrix could see Antonin hesitate.
"My Lord…" he said, clearly unsure of what to do. Seeing a cold look cast in his direction, Antonin bowed again. "Yes, my Lord." He turned and headed off in the direction of his rooms, casting her an uncertain look over his shoulder. He obviously didn't want to leave.
"Bellatrix," Voldemort said, his voice full of disgust.
Bellatrix moved closer to him. Then she emptied her glass in a few large gulps. She threw the glass over his shoulder, seeing it smash against the wall. "Piss off!" she hissed in his face, before walking towards the staircase. Then she misjudged where the step was and tripped over it. She rolled over onto her side, giggling.
She heard a sigh behind her and found there were arms around her, picking her up. "Hold my hand."
Bellatrix giggled. "Yes, otherwise this will take us forever!" she said, laughing and holding his hand.
"How much have you had?" Voldemort asked, his voice wary.
"Enough to make me not care anymore!" She stopped walking for a moment. "Uh oh," she said in her best baby voice. She was going to be sick.
"What?" Voldemort asked, sighing loudly, trying to make her walk again.
Bellatrix shut her eyes. She could feel the vomit coming up at an alarming pace, and suddenly it was ejected from her mouth. She opened her eyes and realised it had gone over Voldemort. He would have to throw those robes away.
She clapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. She could see his wand was out but apart from that, he hadn't moved. He still looked disgusted. Bellatrix could feel more coming, but this time she moved over the banister and vomited over the side of that. This time in continued coming for a few minutes.
Wiping her mouth when it was over, Bellatrix turned to look at him. "Sorry," she said, smirking. Her head was still spinning, but she made it up the stairs. Voldemort was just behind her, his robes now slightly cleaner but he didn't look happy. As soon as they reached their rooms, he pulled the robes off and threw them in the corner.
"Go to bed, Bellatrix," he said, his tone cold.
Bellatrix giggled, eying him happily. He wasn't wearing much under his robes. "Tuck me in," she said, watching him get himself a drink. "I could do with another drink as well."
"Go to bed!" he hissed, rounding on her, his red eyes flashing. "You've made enough of a scene tonight!"
Bellatrix could feel herself wilting at his words. Then there were tears running down her face, and she couldn't stop her sobs. "Don't be so horrible!" she said, crying loudly.
Voldemort rolled his eyes at her. "For Merlin's sake!" he snapped.
Bellatrix continued to cry. She couldn't help herself, now it had begun, she couldn't stop.
She wondered if noisy crying was what she should have done to start with. His anger and coldness seemed to be vanishing.
He placed his hands on her shoulder, looking into her face. "Stop it. Go to bed." Then he turned away, sitting down on the sofa and drinking his drink.
Bellatrix sighed, but her eyes were drooping. "Goodnight," she said, slurring her words slightly. She turned and got into bed, waving her hand to turn out the lights.
A few minutes later, the door opened. Bellatrix thought it best to pretend she'd passed out. Squinting through one eye, she could see him getting closer to her. She shut her eye hastily, trying to make her breathing even. Gently, she felt cold lips press against her forehead.
"Goodnight, Bella," she heard him murmur, with what sounding like a very loving tone. Then she heard the door shut and she sat up with a smile. He still loved her, no matter how hard he tried to convince her otherwise! With that, she fell asleep, for once with a smile on her face.