Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They belong to the amazing JK Rowling. This is just a short drabble thing I did for fun based on a prompt from tumblr ... I hope you like it!
Hovering near the bar, sipping on his fourth firewhiskey, watching the bride and groom dance their first song as husband and wife, he began to regret that he came. Bella was good at keeping her mask, a dazzling smile plastered on her face, her hands never leaving Rodolphus's shoulders. So genuine was the sparkle of love in her eyes, that no onlooker would have believed that, just last night, she had slept with another man. Lord Voldemort found himself staring. At her black ringlets framing her pale, oval face. At her flowing, translucent black dress, fitted up to the waist and then spilling in black curtains all the way down to the floor. And he allowed himself one moment of envy towards Rodolphus.
As the song ended, and the couple broke apart, Bella turned her head slightly to the side and looked straight at him. The glance was so quick, if he had blinked, he would've missed it. But in that one glance, he could see it all: the absolute distress swimming in her eyes.
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