So, the idea for this was taken from a roleplay I did. No real background information needed. Just, read and review. Ox
The dawn was breaking, sunlight beamed through the crack in the middle of the heavy curtains. The light illuminated two naked bodies with silk green covers draped over the breathing bodies. It was hard to tell where one body began and the other ended.
Hours, maybe minutes passed as the two slept, the sun only strengthening as the day wore on. Slowly, life started to return to the male of the couple, he turned slowly in the bed, burying his head in his hands in an attempt to block the sun from reaching his eyes. "Let me sleep." He groaned, his head pounded at the sound of his own voice. He had definitely drunk too much last night.
He could remember brief moments from what had happened. He had come over late that night to do some talking with Lucius and as usual, they both got drinking. Later in the night, Bellatrix and Narcissa had joined them. After a few hours, the four of them were beyond the help of any sobering up potion. Narcissa and Lucius retired to their rooms and he and Bellatrix had…
Oh no.
More memories returned. Bellatrix had pulled him up the stairs, on the way up he had torn nearly all of her clothes from her. He had stood at the top of the stairs, admiring her body before his lips were against hers, kissing her passionately, his tongue slipping past her lips in a search for hers. Only when he felt the softness of the silk covers beneath him did he realise that they were no longer in the hallway. He wasted no time in turning them over, quickly undressing himself and taking the rest of the clothes from Bella's body until they were completely naked.
The sound of shallow breathing from next to him brought him out of his reverie. It alarmed him; his face was masked with shock and worry. He turned his head away from the sleeping form, opening his eyes. The piercing sun momentarily blinded him but with a quick flick of his wand the curtain was pulled closed, immersing the room in complete darkness. He looked around the unfamiliar room, noting his clothes strewn across the floor and her cursed lightly to himself. Finally, working up the courage, he turned his whole body this time in the direction of the naked body next to his. He blanched and shook his head, as much as he wanted this, he had also hoped that it was just a drunken dream that he would realise never happened in the first place. How wrong he was. "Bellatrix.." He breathed.
He couldn't see her face, it was covered by the dark mass of curls, but he knew it was her. The flawless, perfect figure that he had admired many times. He shook his head, trying to rid the thoughts from his mind. They wouldn't help him, not now. He couldn't run, what if she had remembered? Instead, he faced what he knew would turn into an ugly fight and unwillingly, quickly shook the sleeping beauty so she would wake. Bellatrix groaned, rolling onto her side trying to avoid the vicious shakings. "Bellarix. Wake up." He growled.
It took Bellatrix a moment to respond, her eyes shot open when she recognised to whom the voice belonged. "Snape." She hissed, her once peaceful, sleeping, face was now masked with anger, her coal black eyes flashed furiously. Only then did she notice that she, infact, was naked. She shook her head, not willing to believe it. She couldn't believe it, she, Bellatrix Black, the most faithful, most powerful Death Eater, had slept with Severus Snape, the no-good Half-blood. Her skin crawled with disgust only thinking about it. "I advise you now, before you regret the day you were born, to leave this room and never speak of what happened." She warned in a deadly low tone. Severus didn't need to be told twice, quite glad to be able to leave the room.
He stood quickly, pulling on his boxers then searching to find the rest of his clothes. "Get out now Severus, you nefarious halfblood!" Bellatrix screamed, needing to think. Severus couldn't help himself, he turned to face her, a smirk on his chewed lips. "Times never change." He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he pulled on his boxers. "What do you mean?" Bela asked, disgust still in her voice. "That's exactly how you screamed my name last night." He said with a wink before he quickly grabbed the rest of his clothes and apparated to his empty home in Spinners end.
A split second after he left, a glass vase connected with the wall where he had just stood, shattering upon impact. How could she have slept with him of all the men that she knew, she chose Severus Snape to be her drunken romance. As long as he kept quiet about what had happened they would have no problems. She wasn't about to tell anyone, and neither would he. She would make sure of that.
Once Severus had returned home he quickly found a bottle of his favourite elf made wine and sunk into his armchair with a defeated sigh. He had been more sober last night than he had let on. Over time, he had slowly fallen in love with Bellatrix, it was hard to resist her. She wasn't just beautiful; she was breathtaking. Often, jokes were made that she was a Siren, a beautiful woman who used her beauty to lure men to their death. He saw much more in her than her beauty. Last night had been his first and last chance to be with her, after the way she reacted to him, he knew that no matter how many times he hoped or prayed, it would never happen again.