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English is not my first language so I'm sorry if I made some mistakes.
A/N: I can't seem to let go of the relationship of Bellatrix and Rodolphus.
I know that Bellatrix loved her Dark Lord, but I just want her to be happy with Rodolphus...
I just love them together...
This is another story that I created when I couldn't sleep, I don't know why I keep getting ideas when I'm not able to sleep...
It's weird...
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Rodolphus Lestrange entered the Slytherin common room.
He looked around, the whole room was filled with people and sounds of laughter could be heard from miles away.
He had gone to the Slytherin common room right away as soon as he had heard about the party.
There were people everywhere. Talking. Dancing. Drinking.
The most of his friends were already too drunk to notice that he'd joined the party.
Except for one.
''Lestrange!'' Bellatrix Black stood on the other side of the room and was waving with her arms.
She grabbed the first bottle of any kind of alcohol she saw and made her way over to him, almost tripping over her own feet in her drunken state.
It was obvious that Bellatrix Black already had enough to drink, but she still drank half of the bottle before she handed it to her friend.
''Drink it!'' she pushed Rodolphus into the crowd of people.
''Be social for once, Lestrange!'' ''Have fun!'' she shouted and started to move around.
Rodolphus brought the bottle to his lips and drank everything what was left of it.
''What are you doing?'' he looked at Bellatrix and her weird moves.
''I'm dancing'' While she was 'dancing', her eyes were already scanning the room for another bottle of alcohol.
''Perfect! Two bottles! One for you and one for me!'' she let out a weird giggle and went to get the bottles.
However, on the table stood only one bottle.
Rodolphus followed her with his eyes and he noticed that there was only one bottle.
Realising that Bellatrix had too many drinks and probably saw everything double by now, he let her be.
Soon he found his own 'real' bottle and decided to do what Bellatrix had told him, he would have some fun...
A couple of hours later Rodolphus Lestrange was having the same problems that Bellatrix Black had had when he had seen her a couple of hours earlier: He couldn't walk straight, he had the strange urge to dance and he was beginning to see objects double.
Suddenly a loud crash was heard, followed by a cackle that could only belong to one person: Bellatrix Black.
Bellatrix lay on the floor, laughing her head off.
Everybody who was still able to at least see straight, looked wide eyed at Bellatrix.
She had fallen of the stairs when she had tried to sneak into the rooms of the Slytherin boys and everybody thought she would at least have one broken bone.
Rodolphus Lestrange was the only person who was laughing his head off too.
With the alcohol running through his veins, the sight of his friend lying on the floor was hilarious to him.
He walked over to her and helped her up.
''Rod,I fell!'' she couldn't stop laughing and couldn't stand straight without Rodolphus' help.
''Yes, you did'' Rodolphus started laughing again and couldn't hold her up anymore.
They both tumbled to the ground.
The other people had already continued with their own business as soon as they had realised Bellatrix was fine.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix just sat there, on the floor and trying to stop laughing.
''I think we need another drink'' Bellatrix tried to get up.
''Come on!'' Rodolphus pulled her by her arm.
They stumbled across the room, grabbing two new bottles along the way.
They drank the bottles in minutes.
''I think I'm going to be sick'' Bellatrix was trying not to fall again.
''It'll be fine, Black'' Rodolphus chuckled.
''No! No! I feel sick! This is not good!'' she whined while she was starting to fall backwards.
He caught her and pulled her back, she stumbled into him.
Bellatrix felt comfortable with her head against his chest as she listened to the beating of Rodolphus' heart and she felt herself drifting off to sleep.
''Bella, don't sleep against me!'' he slowly pushed her away.
Bellatrix let a giggle escape her lips.
She had a funny look on her face and she just simply stared at him.
Rodolphus took a moment to look at his friend: her dark eyes staring at him, her hair wild from her fall down the stairs and his vision was blurred by the alcohol which made it seem like she had a halo.
It was strange and Rodolphus blamed it on the alcohol of course, but he found Bellatrix beautiful.
The girl he called 'Black' and one of his best friends, he found her beautiful.
''Black, did I ever tell you that you are beautiful?'' he asked.
''Don't do that, what are you talking about?'' she sounded like a frustrated 6-year-old and let herself fall against Rodolphus' chest again.
''Black'' he whispered.
Bellatrix looked up at him and before she could say anything his lips were already pressed against hers.
She was too drunk to even protest and just kissed him back.
Everything around them didn't matter anymore.
Rodolphus Lestrange woke up with a feeling that his head was going to explode.
He slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the floor of the Slytherin common room.
Rodolphus slowly sat up, trying not make his headache worse and he tried to remember how he had ended up up-side-down on a chair in the Slytherin common room.
He looked around: the room was a mess, empty bottles everywhere and people sleeping on the floor.
Then he remembered: There had been a party the night before.
He could tell that he had had enough to drink, because his clothes smelled like alcohol and he had a severe headache.
He had behaved like a fool, Rodolphus was sure of it.
He had probably even danced.
Still... He had a feeling that dancing wasn't the only thing he had done at the party.
What was he forgetting?
What had happened?
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How can he forget?!
Anyway... I got the drunk-and-kissing-and-forgetting-it-thing from a scene with Izzie and George from a Grey's Anatomy episode in season 3 'My Favorite Mistake', that explains the title of this story.
I really love Grey's Anatomy...
