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M32
She studied the groom intensely.
He was handsome. She could give him that.
But only that.
"A toast!"
Bellatrix looked up, and rolled her eyes with a groan. It was that idiot, Goyle. How appropriate. An idiot to toast a wedding of idiots.
He stood by the table of the bride and groom, more than intoxicated, and swaying on his great, brutish feet. "A toast to the newly wed Malfoys!"
Bellatrix turned her heavy gaze to her sister. The girl was glowing with pleasure. It made Bellatrix retch. Pretty little Cissy. Always the favorite, the pet, the unstained angel. The only black who could wear white and get away with it. Like that wedding gown. Oh, sweet Voldemort it was enough to make her ill! Bellatrix's thoughts turned to her Lord and Master. What she wouldn't give to be torturing some mudbloods right now.
The idea of the screaming gave her a pleasant smile as Goyle's toast went on.
"Now, don't get too ambitious, Lucius." Goyle drunkenly teased, much to the amusement of the death eaters present, excluding the newlyweds. "Just because you've married into the House of Black doesn't mean you're a Black yourself!"
"The Dark Lord forbid." Bellatrix muttered to herself, feeling that some firewhiskey was in order.
"I assure you that House Malfoy has no need to bow to the House of Black." Came the crisp, oily voice of Lucius Malfoy.
The ladle in Bellatrix's hand slipped back into the punch bowl.
What did he just say?
She wheeled around to see Lucius standing, Narcissa squirming uncomfortably beside him. "After all," He said, meeting the blackness of Bellatrix's gaze. "Is it not the Malfoys who are saving the Blacks from ruin?" He laughed, but the hall was silent. They were afraid of the murder in the eyes of Bellatrix Black.
Malfoy met her gaze and his complexion paled, if possible. Even he knew that Bellatrix Black was not a witch to be insulted, especially when it involved her long and noble lineage. Her eyes, though dark as night, flashed with open thoughts of green. Malfoy's hand went noticeably to his wand, but when Cissy made a small noise of fear, Bellatrix bit her tongue and turned, keeping her expression as a warning. No good to kill her sister's miserable coward of a husband. No doubt she would have that pleasure as a special task from the Dark Lord in the future. Lucius Malfoy would not do her Lord the service he deserved, and therefore he would eventually die. She made a mental note to ask her Lord permission to take that pleasure.
"Already like a family!" Goyle roared before falling promptly unconscious, breaking the tension and the silence with laughter. Lucius snapped something and a miserable looking house elf dragged the unconscious body to a guest room.
Bellatrix caressed the surface of her wand, wanting to at least do a little damage to her brother in law for his insolence. Perhaps later.
Her sensuous red lips curled into a smile.
Yes, later.
And then he would see what happened when you trifled with a Black.