He couldn't put his finger on what it was that he loved so much about her. Those sunken in, dark eyes that told of hardships he could never imagine. They told the story of a girl raised to hate anyone who wasn't like her. Was it the demented way she tortured the masses? He had always enjoyed a challenge, and trying to break her was his newest.
Fred Weasley watched Bellatrix slide out of his bed, enjoying every inch of her nude body. He knew it was wrong, but what was that Muggle cliché? 'If it's wrong, why does it feel so right?' He knew he was just a play-thing to her, a more than eager body for her to do with what she pleased, and he never complained. But the feelings he had for her were much deeper.
Whenever he told her he wanted more, she had the same response. She'd climb into the fireplace and disappear in a screen of green flames. He would be left alone, wondering what it would be like if they had actually had the talk. Months endless shagging had to become more, otherwise Fred wasn't sure if he could bare it much longer...
Bella caught him staring and her eyes narrowed. "You're thinking about it again. Stop wasting your time." She said coldly. He felt his heart drop. He knew she'd be cruel to him, but enough was enough. She went to stand, and he grabbed her shoulder and threw her back down onto the bed.
He climbed on top of her and she squealed in excitement. He looked her dead in the eyes and inched his face closer to her's. "Bellatrix...mon belle...Run away with me. Elope with me. Leave all of the cruelty and the dark magic behind. Just...be with me. Please."
The look on Bellatrix's face was a combination of pity and disgust. She half grinned. "Dear Freddie. You keep thinking this is more than it is. We aren't in love. We shag every day, and then we don't speak unless we need more of a release." Her voice hinted that she was trying to convince herself more than she was him.
He caught it and was going to do what she did best; find a weakness and exploit it. "You don't even believe your own words, Bella. Admit it. You love when I hold you once we're done making love. And that's what it is, and has been for months. I knew you felt it, too. The day you wanted me to go slow and be gentle and you actually let me kiss you..." He said softly. He wasn't quite himself when they were together.
She bit her lip and tried to think of a quick response. She couldn't think of any and just looked down in shame. He gently stroked her cheek with his thumb and kissed her lips, allowing every emotion in his body to pool out from his lips. She felt an odd feeling, something she didn't know existed.
She pushed him away and wiped away the single tear that fell from her left eye. She did her usual, and disappeared into the fireplace. Fred watched with sadness as the flames engulfed her.
She came through to the fireplace in her house, and ran to her room to put on clothes, having used the Floo network while naked. As she tied the final tie to her corset, she turned and saw The Dark Lord before her. She bent at the waist, a small bow. She stood and made brief eye contact with Voldemort before dropping her gaze.
"Is everything with the blood-traitor going according to plan, Bellatrix?" He asked. She nodded slightly.
"He's falling, and thinks I am, too."
"Good. The distraction will make things easier. We'll attack the Burrow tomorrow. The whole family will be kept inside and we'll set their little home ablaze." He vanished into a cloud of black smoke, leaving Bellatrix alone. She looked around before dropping to her knees, allowing a heavy sob to shake her entire body.