Bellatrix was perched on the arm of the green velvet chair, twirling her crooked wand slowly in her slender fingers. She cut her eyes at the man in the corner who was staring directly in front of him, at nothing in particular. She pulled the corners of her mouth down.

"Serverus." she stated, like she was calling him to the guillotine. He replied by turning to leave the room, but was prevented by the door slamming shut, seemingly of its own accord. He turned to see Bellatrix standing in front of the chair, her feet apart and her wand erect.

"Snape." She hissed.

He calmly responded, "No, Bellatrix. I will not. And you know that well enough."

"And you know well enough that I will never let you out of this room, until you tell me you will." Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Something flashed through her eyes. It was silent. Both pairs of charcoal eyes smoldering into the other's.

"Open the door Bellatrix."

"Never." The silence resumed, Bella's wand still pointing at Snape's chest. His eyes finally left hers and ran the length of her body, landing on her feet. She raised her head in superiority, though she was a good foot shorter than he. Looking down at him through her lashes, she raised her wand. "Bella, don't-"

"Crucio." Snape's body twisted his eyes and teeth clenched, convulsing, writhing like a worm. "Bell- Bella..." He screamed. "Bellatrix...please, please."

She finally lowered her hand. Eyes still cold and hard. He collapsed onto the floor in a heap and moaned. He slowly raised himself off of the ground and stood. She looked at him with the same expression. He returned her gaze, but a determination in his face made her raise her wand once again. "Wait, Bellatrix-"

"Crucio!"

He screamed again. "Bellatrix... LISTEN TO ME!"

She lowered her wand and eyebrows simultaneously. "Severus, if the only emotion I get out of you is pain, I will get it."

He paused. "what?"

"Get out", she replied, with a cold and calm voice.

"Bell-"

"Get. Out."

He turned away, black robes trailing over the elaborately patterned rugs beneath him. She collapsed into the chair as soon as the door shut.