Chapter 1, charm school
Bellatrix enjoyed this particular charms class more than any other class in her entire history of Hogwarts. School would be over in two more months and she and Rod were in their seventh year so before long they'd be free forever. Free to serve the dark lord and become great wizards together. But right now she was giving him a hand job under the desk and the high she got from the look on his face and the fact no one else in the room was aware was just...bloody better than killing someone!
Once they were in the hall after class Rod laughed as he scooped her books into his free arm. "That's as close to a good shag as Flitwick will ever get," he told Bella merrily.
"Why don't you just float those," Regulus Black asked, nodding in disapproval at Rod with his two arms stacked full of his and Bella's books. Regulus was heading into charms class with the other fourth years as the seventh year class headed out.
"Because, it builds muscle, a thing you are sorely lacking," Rod told him with a laugh, then tossing Bella's stack of books up into the air, he flexed said muscles before neatly catching them.
"Bella looks like she's swooning," Regulus snickered as he slipped past them. And she was. Rod was hot and he was all hers.
"See you later, Cousin," she called, tossing her wild black hair over one shoulder as she and Rod headed down to the dungeon for potions.
The next morning at breakfast, Rod received an owl with a package that he refused to show Bellatrix. "Later," he insisted with a secretive yet eager smile on his face.
"But who's it from," Bellatrix demanded, wondering if it could be The Dark Lord.
"My father," Rodolphus replied. "I asked him to send me something."
Bella only rolled her eyes but didn't ask any more. If Rod said later, he meant later for whatever annoying reason.
Later came soon enough as they walked together around the lake after breakfast and before the first class of the day. Rod reached into his pocket with that smile on his face again. "I have something for you," he said, and Bella felt all her senses quicken. What could it be? Her lips parted eagerly as she turned to watch what he drew out of his pocket. IT was silver...on a chain...jewelry...A raven skull! "Rod! That's your family crest."
"My own take on it. I had it made for you, Bella. I want everyone to know that you're mine forever...Will you wear it always?"
"Yes," she answered, knowing she sounded breathy and not caring. Hear heart pounded as she stood still while he slipped the chain over her head.
"Now everyone knows you're mine," he said. "If anyone looks at you again, I'll kill them."
Bellatrix laughed, wishing she had a mirror to see how the raven skull looked on her. Perfect certainly, but she wanted to enjoy the view.
"Who looks? I'll kill them first."