Dark Beauty
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
This is for the Cruel and Unusual Pairing challenge! Enjoy this pairing!
I had always felt alone. When I was little no one was like me, no one liked me either. Somehow much didn't seem to change over the years.
I lived alone, with a slightly more wicked taste than everyone else and I loved pink. No one was exactly like me. Maybe I should be proud of that because that means I am a true individual but if I am a true individual how will I feel happy when I can't make friends or say hello right?
It wasn't right and I promised myself that I would make people pay for my alienation. Maybe that's why I loved this job as a teacher, I made students pay for things I found despicable like disobedience, arrogance, and lesser beings on the blood purity scale.
I felt a smirk run up my face as I thought of the detention I had given Potter a few years back. That bloody prat deserved it after his arrogance about being a "Golden" child. He was nothing compared to other students like Draco Malfoy. Now Draco was a lovely boy yet he didn't get the credit he did because he realized how Harry didn't deserve this worshipping people gave him for being protected by his mother.
It made me sick and he reminded me of a boy in my childhood, a man that took advantage of me and left me broken. Luckily, I got better and wiser and realized men were cruel and sick but not the kind of cruel I enjoyed.
I straightened my skirt and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was going to be photographed in the Daily Prophet for my promotion the Dark Lord gave me. After all, he ran the business, not the so called "Minister" supposedly in charge.
"Are you ready?" A voice asked behind me and I shivered in delight. I turned around and stared at her in a casual manner like she was nothing.
But she isn't, she is much more with her gorgeous wild hair and beautiful dark, cruel eyes.
"I am ready Bellatrix." I told her but I held back the words I wanted to say after those words. I watched her turn around with her sexy arrogance. She knew I would follow her.
Of course she doesn't know that it's because you want to survey her from behind and imagine the scenarios you wish you could do like turn her around and kiss her.
I shook my head of those thoughts. I needed to do good for the Dark Lord so that maybe, just maybe she could pay attention to me.
She was like me but she was wild, gorgeous, dangerous, sinister, and a woman cloaked in black.
I was a woman who was tame, average, twisted but not a threat, bitter, and decorated in pink.
She was someone like me but different, she was on a different level but I wanted to join that level. I needed to be close to her.
Maybe I could one day be by her side, even if she wouldn't look at me the way I wanted her to.
I walked down those halls and smiled with the other men as the flashes shined and hurt my eyes. The paparazzi annoyed me and I felt agitated but I would do this, I would this for her.
I would do anything and everything for her, my dangerous beauty, my Lestrange. Even follow her master's orders.
R and R!