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A/N: So I wrote this as a drabble-challenge for a quiz thing that I posted on my profile, but I ended up actually liking it, lol. So, I figured I would post for the rest of you to read! Definitely not my usual and it's a bit odd. No flaming, but some reviews would be nice!

WARNING: Implied Voldemort/Bellatrix. HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah, strange.

My Favourite Mistake

Long, flowing hair…Dark, half-lidded eyes…Soft, smooth skin…Bellatrix Lestrange was not the sanest women in the Wizarding world, but she was also not the least attractive as well. Some would even say she possessed a certain dark beauty, and they would be right. Though her great good looks had been stained by years of Azkaban, she was still just as stunning to the one person who mattered; Lord Voldemort.

Since before Bella's initial arrest, old Tom Riddle had had a thing for the demented witch. She was his most loyal, most obedient follower in more ways than one. No matter what her precious Dark Lord asked of her, Bella was always up for gaining even more of Voldemort's trust. She had no limits, and that's what made her even more appealing.

"Yes, my Lord?" Bellatrix said as she knelt in front of her Master, her Lord. It had been a full week since she had been allowed to step foot near the Dark Lord, and she was quivering with excitement for whatever he had in store for her. Call her a masochist, but she even enjoyed being tortured by him; as long as he was the caster of the spell, Bella could handle it all.

Voldemort stood from his comfortable arm chair and loomed above his lovely Death Eater. He loved looking down at her, cowering at his feet like some pathetic slave. It made his blood boil and his heart rate quicken. "I hear that you have been pulling off raids with Malfoy in Bristol…I am pleased. Thirteen more disgusting Mud-bloods are gone from our world. Very good girl, Bella…" he hissed as he reached down and ran a long-fingered hand through her thick, black curls.

Bellatrix nearly let out a whimper as she felt her Master's hand sliding through her hair. She broke out into goose-bumps and tried to stop herself from trembling so much. Oh no, she was not afraid…she was excited. "Thank you, my Lord. I live only to please you," she whispered, wanting very much to look up and see his expression, but didn't dare until she was allowed.

Voldemort let out a cold, high pitched laugh that sounded more like a hiss. "I know, that is why I have called you here tonight…To please me. Look at me, Bella…"

Bellatrix slowly lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting piercing red ones. A shiver ran down her spine as she ached to be closer to her Master. She waited for him to say or do something, not wanting to displease him by acting on her own.

"You know you're my favourite, right? So loyal, so obedient…So beautiful. Do you love me, Bella?" Voldemort asked as he traced her jaw line with a slender, chalk white finger. This was his favourite part; manipulating her with compliments and flattery. It was always more fun to watch them fall after putting them on high pedestals.

Bella trembled even more violently as she stared into the Dark Lord's eyes. She nodded slowly and leaned closer to her Master's hand as he touched her jaw and cheek. "I do love you, my Lord. You and only you…"

Voldemort stooped and helped lift Bella to her feet, leaving a spider-like hand splayed on her smooth arm. He smirked at her as he felt how very worked up she was from all her trembling. "I see Rodolphus is not a very good husband, then."

Bellatrix smirked back as she pressed herself against the Dark Lord's chest, wanting to feel his warmth. "I'm not a very good wife, so we're even." Bella seized her momentary spur of bravery and leaned even closer to her Master, pressing her soft, full lips to his. "Love me…" she whispered against his lips.

Voldemort let himself be kissed for a few seconds before pulling away at Bella's whispered plea. He snarled before pushing Bella away so roughly that she stumbled and fell to the floor. She looked scandalized and hurt by his actions; perfect. "You're my favourite mistake, Bella…But I love no one."

Bellatrix hung her head, avoiding her Master's gaze as he walked away, his robes billowing dramatically behind him as he exited the room. What Voldemort didn't see, however, was Bellatrix's smirk of satisfaction. She had gotten what she wanted from her Master. She may be a mistake, but at least she was his favourite.

A/N: Please review and tell me on how many different levels you believe this to be utterly wrong! LMAO, Ciao!