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(Also this is my first fic so please be easy on me)

Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~Night of Magic~~~~~~~~~

Bellatrix grinned wickedly as she sat next to her master in a seat placed at the long wooden table in the center of the room. He had called a meeting to order to discuss the current events, but she wasn't paying attention. Tonight was the night; she was finally going to tell the Dark Lord how she felt and if that didn't work, she knew of a few potions that might help her get her way. Her whole life, she had never wanted anything or anyone more than this man right beside her. Her marriage to Rodolphus was just to do what was expected of her, she didn't love him, and she didn't even want him. He was a Pureblood and so she married him. Voldemort grinned as he brought their victim forth to present to the room, and Bellatrix could've just died right there. His smile, oh his smile was incredible. She followed him before he was destroyed, she went to Azkaban because she refused to break loyalty towards him, and he freed her, he didn't have to, but he did. She was his most faithful servant and at times, she felt he thought of her as more than that. Why shouldn't he? She was beautiful, she was powerful, he himself had taught her to duel, and she was loyal to him no matter what might happen. She gripped her wand tightly as she anticipated the events of the night. She would go to him, and offer herself to him completely. She'd already sworn her allegiance a long time ago, and tonight, she would give him her body. He would accept her of course, there's no reason he shouldn't, and if by chance he didn't, she had a very compelling argument planned, or as a last resort, a powerful love potion she'd stolen off one of her many victims. Bellatrix looked down at her arm, the Dark Mark, a symbol of her undying loyalty. She HAD to have him tonight. She felt as though, if she waited any longer, she'd never have a chance again. Despite her faith in him, he had been destroyed once, and she had this underlying fear that something bad was going to happen, and soon. Pushing it aside, she focused on her approach for tonight. She had the perfect dress planned; a sleek black one that showed off all her curves with sleeves that stopped at the elbow so the proof of her loyalty was plain to see. She made a perfume herself, one that smelt like roses and honeysuckle. Hopefully, they could go out, kill someone, eat some delicious food, and she was going to do it, she was going to kiss him with all the longing and passion she'd felt for years. If everything were to go as planned, that kiss would lead to something more, something she hoped, that would last forever.

Bellatrix sighed as she looked in the mirror. Her hair piled high on her head, her lips black and luscious. "There's nothing to be nervous about. You can do this. You've killed and tortured countless people; a date is nothing to fear." That is, if she could get the Dark Lord to agree to this. Under normal circumstances, she would've laughed at herself, she knew she was beautiful, and all men practically bowed at her feet, despite her craziness; but this was different. HE was different. Bellatrix sighed, she could act all she wanted, but deep down, she was just a fool for love. This evening was going to be magical, she was sure of it. No Boy Who Lived, no Dumbledore, no Death Eaters, just her and him. Her dark eyes stared back at her, You CAN do this, she tried convincing herself again. Turning, she opened the door and walked down the halls of the Malfoy Manor. Giving herself a once over again in the hall mirror she knocked on the door of the room the Dark Lord was residing in for the time being. "My liege?" she said softly, peering through the door, her voice catching as she spoke. "I was wondering if I may ask you something."

Voldemort stared at the door, it wasn't unusual for Bellatrix to come to him, but tonight she seemed rather uncertain. "Yes?" He said as he got up from the desk at which he was sitting. The doodle he was drawing of Harry Potter lying dead at his feet, momentarily forgotten. He always had a soft spot for Bellatrix; she was his most loyal servant and he respected her for the time she spent in Azkaban after his demise. Sure he came off as cold and unfeeling, which he was for the most part, but sometimes, like tonight for example, he was rather sentimental. He walked towards the door and opened it fully, eyes widening for a brief moment as he took in his Death Eater's apparel. She looked, well hot, for lack of a better term and a smile twitched at his lips as he wordlessly stepped aside for Bellatrix to come in.

Bellatrix walked in rather briskly, her nerves increasing the speed of her normal graceful walk. Her eyes cast down as they were, missed the smile that played at her master's lips. "It's just that, my lord, it's such a nice night, and I was wondering if it were possible if we could, um go for a walk. I wanted to practice some uh.. Spells…" She said, her heart beating uncomfortably in her chest as she waited for his reply. Her hands played with her dress slightly as she suddenly seemed find her shoes rather fascinating. She'd never directly asked the Dark Lord to spend time with her; normally she just followed him on whatever endeavors he might go on, tonight was different, tonight, she was taking charge.

Voldemort stared at her, was she asking him out? It had been a while since he'd gone out, with anyone, and even he, with all his powers, could not stop the slight quickening of his heart. Something, for the longest time, he had not felt he possessed. Entertained by her forwardness he decided to play along. "Spells huh? And what Spells might you want to practice?" His mouth twitched as he stepped forward, closing some of the distance between them. "I thought I taught you everything you needed to know?"

She stifled a smile at him. He was going with it; she could not believe how good this was going. "Well you have my lord, I was just curious on a spell I could use against a Dementor." She hated those things, and she hated the fact that he kept them as pets; they tortured her for years in Azkaban, always threatening to suck out her soul, keeping her imprisoned in a small cell where she could barely see the stars or anything. Sure she did not regret stating her allegiance to her master, but it didn't make her time there any less annoyed by them. "Not that I fear that you'd lose control, I just would find it amusing to torture them for a while" She said with a smile more confident as she took a step closer to him, their bodies almost touching. "There are so few things to do around here, so I figured, with your permission of course, I might play for a while, and I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" She said a little huskily her intentions clear in her voice.

"Ah well I fear that I've sent them on a little mission for me, so there's none around. Although, there is this filthy Muggle family nearby I've been meaning to get rid of." Voldemort said with a smile, knowing that she'd ask to come, or simply follow along. He got her underlying meaning perfectly, and he was a man after all. There's no reason he couldn't have a little fun with his all too willing faithful servant. He felt her breathing quicken as her excitement at killing arouse. They were so close now he could feel her voluptuous breasts against his chest as she looked up at him from underneath long eyelashes. He sniffed the air as the scent her perfume reached his nostrils. Roses and Honeysuckle, an interesting combination, but appropriate for a girl like Bellatrix, for she herself was an interesting combination; Beauty, Power, Malicious, and a bit on the crazy side. He smiled to himself as they Disapparited from the room together.

Bellatrix smiled up at the sky, the evening was turning out better than she planned. They just had a fresh kill, and were casually strolling through the snow. She held in a giggle as she wordlessly raised up snow with her wand and flung it at the Dark Lord, her laughter ringing through the lane as his wide eyes turned into a full on smile as he launched snow at her. They were playing, they were actually having a good time, and it was amazing. She tackled him into the snow bank, not minding as the cold wet snow started to seep through her clothes, all of this just seemed too good to be true and if this was a dream, she seriously would kill whoever woke her up. She leaned down and took his lips with her own, kissing for the first time in this amazing moment. Pulling back slightly she stared shocked as she realized what she had just done, only to have her mouth seized by her master. It had been too long for both of them, and they couldn't stop the need and passion that they both felt. His forked tongue slid into her mouth and making her moan, this was really happening. Bellatrix felt so happy at that moment she thought she was going to burst. They Disapparited into his room and fell onto the bed moaning and giggling as they kissed. Their hands roaming where only their thoughts had dared to before, this felt so good, so right! Internally Bellatrix sighed because in that moment she knew that if they were to continue or if this were to last, it would have to be kept a secret. If anyone knew, it would be seen as a weakness on her Dark Lord's part. Pulling out her wand she cast a sound barrier around the room and magically locked all the windows and doors so nobody could disturb them. Voldemort gripped her hand forcing her to drop her wand as they kissed, his hands running down her body and around her shoulders as he pushed her dress down so he could kiss her neck and her shoulders and down to her breasts before stripping her of the dress completely. Their bodies too needy, minds too clouded to think about anything else as they made love, oblivious to the outside world, and the figure, watching through the window as it slowly walked away, wand lowering and a satisfied grin on their face.