Concealed Desires-
A Bellatrix and Voldemort Fan-fic
**Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry potter series or it's characters, obviously.
©JK Rowling
This is a very short story about Bellatrix+Voldemort I wrote a while ago. I do not plan to continue this. Enjoy!
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"My lord?" Bellatrix walked in, head down with her black curls concealing her face. Voldemort slightly turned her way but kept his eyes on the window he was looking out. Bellatrix inched closer clearly afraid to confront him. "My lord, may I tell you something?" Her voice was low and had a nervous edge to it. Silence followed. She cleared her throat desperately trying to get a response. Voldemort finally shook his head.
"Do you find pleasure in trying to disturb me?" His gray fist hit the window sill. Bellatrix whimpered and backed away.
"I apologize my dear lord. I never meant harm." Suddenly, Voldemort bolted from the window and grabbed her arms tightly. She squealed and was immobilized from fear.
"Then what did you want then?" He hissed into her face. She raised her head swallowed back tears.
"I thought you would know." Her eyes glittered with emotion. Voldemort's eyes stretched wide and he bolted away from her. "I care a lot about you my lord. If I were ever to love someone, it'd be you." She exhaled, relieved to get that out. Voldemort stood with his back against the wall, for once not sure what to do. His eyes blazed with anger.
"That is no way to talk to your Dark Lord. You shall be punished!" He took out his wand and stepped toward her. Bellatrix just stood there with her mouth open.
"You do not feel the same? I thought-" She was cut off as Voldemort hit her with a spell. She let out a bloodcurdling scream and writhed on the floor.
"CRUCIO!" Voldemort shouted over and over. After hitting her the tenth time, he stopped.
Bellatrix didn't move. Tears dripped from her closed eyes. Voldemort stepped back, panting heavily. He then advanced toward her curled up body. He bent down and stared at her damp face. Her lips were still, but it looked like they had formed the beginning of his name. Voldemort pulled his head away, surprised by the feeling of sadness deep within him. He hadn't killed her, had he?
He laid his head on her chest, listening for her heart. There was a small slow beat. He didn't make a sound. Some small emotion dragged him to her face. The tears seemed to make it shine in the dim light. He slowly pressed his lips to her cheek, not really kissing it. But he sat there for a while, strangely enjoying the feeling. Then without thinking, he moved to her lips.
Suddenly Bellatrix's lips kissed his. Voldemort jumped back and yelled in surprise. Bellatrix stood up and danced around the room. "HE LOVES ME! HE KISSED ME! HE LOVES ME!" She sang. Voldemort growled and turned back to the window. Bellatrix dived down and hugged his leg.
"GET OFF!" He shook his leg. She squealed and fell on the floor. She rolled around laughing. "GET OUT!" He pointed to the door. She danced out, still singing. Voldemort slapped his hand to his face. There was a faint noise. He sighed. Bellatrix must have fallen down the stairs.
"He loves me! He kissed me! He loves me!" He hears her singing faintly and then it stops as she runs off. Voldemort shook his head, but an under-used smile fought its way onto his face.
~*~THE END 2/4/12~*~