DISCLAIMER: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: You may have noticed in my profile that I was planning a story called "Sugar" which has since disappeared from the list. This scene was once a part of that.
"Bring your secrets to me.
Just give me your hands
And I'll let you feel the wounds
They put in me." -AFI, "37mm"
-- 37mm --
Rodolphus had to concentrate very hard to make sure the words came out right. He was certain he was saying his wedding vows perfectly, until...
"You just said my sister's name!" she shrieked.
"No, I didn't," he protested. "I said-"
"You said Bellatrix."
Which is exactly what he'd been trying to say. But the woman standing beside him at the altar was actually Narcissa.
Rodolphus woke with a start. It was just a nightmare.
Or was it...?
He looked at the woman lying curled up beside him, her dark hair falling over face, the Mark on her arm clearly exposed. He'd settled for Bellatrix because he couldn't have Narcissa. She reminded him of her sister, sometimes. But lately, her sweet side was being eclipsed by her dark side and he wasn't sure he could love this new Bella.
Everyone thought they were going to get married, but he hadn't given her a ring or even ever actually proposed to her. He wasn't sure he was going to, anymore.
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