Don't have a clue why I wrote this, just felt the need :)
So be nice, R&R please! x
"Bellatrix Black!"
A fifteen year old Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Yes Professor," she tried to sound as innocent as possible, however it came out in a manner too sickly sweet to be truthful for this Black.
Professor McGonagall marched, head held high, hair in a bun as tight as her temper, towards where Bellatrix Black stood alone with Rodolphus Lestrange in the Hogwarts courtyard.
"Why, may I ask, are you not in class?" she enquired sternly.
Bellatrix shrugged her shoulders, "Free period."
"Miss Black, I know as well as anyone that fifth years have no free periods this year. I will accept that excuse for Mr Lestrange here as, of course, seventh years do. Although I'm sure he does have a Transfiguration essay to be getting on with, no?" her attention turned to the muscular seventh year whose arm clutched to his girlfriend's waist.
"Don't fret Professor, I'll have it done," he answered.
"That's all very well but it does not answer my question as to why Miss Black here is out of class," her scowl returned to Bellatrix.
Instead of listening to the older witch however, Bellatrix reached into her robes and produced a cigarette, lit it casually with a flick of her wand and took a large inhalation.
Rodolphus smirked, holding back the urge to laugh at Professor McGonagall's reddening face and Bellatrix's daring actions.
"Perhaps you would like to join me in Professor Dumbledore's office, Miss Black?" she asked disgusted.
Bellatrix took another inhalation before answering, "Em, no I don't think I would like that very much, so if you don't mind, Professor."
And with that, Bellatrix pulled Rodolphus Lestrange towards her and began passionately kissing him.
The poor Professor didn't know what to do.
"Miss- Miss Black will you, will – Bellatrix Black- stop that at once! Lestrange- Lestrange you as well- the both of you, up to my office, now! Now!"
"Okay Professor if it means that much to you," said Bellatrix pulling away from Rodolphus, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and dropping her cigarette to the gravel beneath her to stomp it out.
The couple left the Professor's presence, casually ambling towards the Slytherin common room in the dungeons with no ambition of going anywhere near the deputy head's office.
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