A/N: Alright, I'm going to be completely honest, this is probably the strangest thing I've ever written. I know that both of them are way OOC, sorry, I was trying to keep it kinda light, despite.... what it actually is. This is also written for the challenge, which I already advertised.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter ther would have been a lot more snogging, and a lot more closets to snog in. Not mine, no profit made, yadda, yadda, yadda.

And now for something completely different, Voldemort/Bellatrix and Graveyards!


Graveyards

Bellatrix Lestrange sighed contentedly as she leaned against the shoulder of the Dark Lord. They were strolling slowly through rows of head stones, while bats flew lazily over head. The moon was looking down at them through a thin layer of clouds and a low level of fog rolled from the large tomb. It was a beautiful night, in the creepy morbid sense of beautiful, which was just how Bella liked it.

"Do you remember the first time we came here, my lord?"

Voldemort nodded slowly. "Yes, it was about twenty years wasn't it? You had just gotten married if I remember correctly. Two years after you joined me, I believe that was actually how you two met, was it not?"

Bella nodded. "Right, as always, my lord. We were having some sort of party to celebrate, and I was terribly bored," she said, stretching out the words. "But then you arrived and whisked me away to this glorious place. You were quite the gentleman, if you don't mind my saying so."

"Not at all, but would you say I am still so gentlemanly?" he asked, raising what would have been his eyebrow.

"Of course, my lord, although, now it's a bit more manly than gentle," Bella said, her eyes flashing mischievously.

The Dark Lord's features turned into a twisted grin. "Why Bella, I've never known you to be quite so… forward."

She shrugged. "I should think it's better than backwards, although I haven't tried that in years," Bella said with a wink. She sped up a bit and did sort of an odd twirl on a nearby grave, swishing her skirts about her playfully.

"And so flirtatious too, Bellatrix, I haven't seen you like this in years," Voldemort said, his high voice a bit less high than usual.

Bellatrix gave a slight chuckle as she glanced about her. "It's this place; it's just so … romantic. All these tombstones, uhg, I just love it! They're so deliciously dark, just like you, my lord."

Her pale companion gave a low chuckle. "Mrs. Lestrange, I do believe you're trying to seduce me," he said, with a hint of sarcasm, but not that much of one.

Bella curtsied neatly. "I live to sever, my dark lord."

Voldemort crossed his arms and clicked his tongue. "Ah, but what would dear Rodolphus say?"

"Oh, nothing much, really." Bellatrix turned, spinning slowly and swaying slightly to music only she could hear. It wasn't that she was insane, well she was, Azkaban did that to people, but she just chose to hear and see what others couldn't, or just didn't want to. "I expect he's gone off with Yaxley or Dolohov. I think he might be cheating on me with one of them."

"I'm surprised at you, Bellatrix, the old you would have him writing on the ground if you suspected such things. What's the matter? Don't tell me I've misplaced my trust in you."

She stopped swaying and spun to face him. "Never! My lord, I am your most faithful servant, I would never betray your trust. Rodolphus," Bella paused and sighed. "He and I, the marriage was arranged. I never really cared for him. I would have done it then mostly just to see him in pain, but now, not even that can interest me in him, especially when there are much more interesting men around," she said, a slightly wicked glint in her eyes.

Voldemort gave a slight laugh as he walked towards her, gently taking her hands in his own as she mirrored his actions. "You're very lively, Bellatrix, rather an odd contrast to the scenery."

He lowered his head slightly and their lips met. An owl on a nearby tree branch promptly fainted and hit the ground with a thud. The couple took no notice as they slowly pulled apart. Bellatrix gave a content sigh as she turned to rest her head against the Dark Lord's chest, his arms looping around her waist. She sighed again. "My lord, you really do know how to pick the most romantic places."

"It's just a graveyard, Bella."

"I like graveyards."

She began swaying slightly again, but this time Voldemort hears the music too and moves with her. She is insane, he knows that, but somehow it seems right, dancing with a married madwoman, at midnight, with no music, in a graveyard.

Alright, maybe not quite that right…


A/N: Weird I know. Hope you liked it. Tried to spell things write, sorry if I didn't. This is the second of fifteen, if you like this one and the previous one keep an eye out.

Next up: Giant Squid/Lily Evans, and the prompt is Calamari!

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