It had been a week. A week since their encounter that night. After they had woken up together in the Dark Forest, Chris had made a hasty retreat. A night of passion with someone he found unbearably attractive was one thing. When that person however, was a Death Eater, was something completely different. Numerous thoughts drifted through Chris's mind. He hadn't slept properly since, but he'd managed to keep up his appearances. He wondered if he'd see her again, if he'd ever get the chance to make love to her again. The predominant thought was that, now Bellatrix knew that she couldn't drain any power from Chris, that she would move on to someone else. But, then he remembered that Bellatrix had told him that only he could see her smoke. Curiosity was overwhelming him. He HAD to see her again. But he had no idea how to make it happen.

Chris trudged down the corridor, the time was 6.40pm. He passed through the huge arch doors into the Great Hall, striding over to the Ravenclaw table. He took his usual position next to Patrick.

"You're not looking too great today mate, something up?" was Patrick's first comment.

Chris didn't look great. He'd had a sleepless night, and had powered through the day on the back of several cups of tea alone. He was pale white, and had bags under his eyes. He opened his mouth wide, and yawned deeply.

"Ah… I'm fine mate, just didn't get a great night sleep" he replied lazily.

Chris loaded up his plate with some food, before Patrick, much to Chris's thankfulness, changed the subject.

"What is it you miss the most about living with the muggles?" Patrick asked.

This was the kind of mundane conversation that was ever-present when they were eating together.

"That's easy… It's definitely music. It drives me mad not being able to just lie down and lose the world, listening to my favourite songs. The music we get here in the Wizarding World just isn't the same."

After a few more back and forth comments about music, Aurora slumped into a chair opposite them. She looked a bit flustered, her brilliant pink hair tied into a messy pony tail.

"Ha, you look worse than me, Rory!" Chris said, smirking. "What's up with you then?" he inquired.

Aurora took a deep breath, before letting out an irritated sigh. She looked at Chris, those eyes piercing into his again.

"I need to speak to you, Chris." She said, seeming irked by something.

"Well, speak to me then, it's not like I'm right in front of you or anything…" he replied, in his usual, sarcastic tone. He loved winding her up, and he was pretty good at it by now. But this time, Aurora didn't take the bait, choosing not to fight back.

"In private, please" she said quickly and firmly. Aurora had grown accustomed to Chris's 'charm' by now, and such, Chris knew when he needed to take her seriously. He looked at Aurora, then down at his plate of dinner, and then back up at her.

"But but… Dinner!" Chris said, in a jokingly, pathetic way, making puppy dog eyes at her.

"NOW!" hissed Aurora, staring daggers at him. Aurora got this way sometimes when she was flustered, Chris knew she wasn't really mad, but he also knew that he should probably oblige. He looked at Patrick, and then glancing longingly down at his dinner, before pushing his plate to the middle of the table, standing up slowly.

"Come on then…" he said tiresomely, "But this better be worth me leaving my food for!"

Aurora stood up, and they both marched out of the hall. They walked down the corridor leading away from the Great Hall, and both entered an empty classroom. The door clicked shut behind them, and Chris walked around idly, before sitting at the teacher's desk, putting his feet up. Aurora strode up to the desk, staring at Chris.

"Did you have a fun little midnight wander last week, Chris?" she said angrily.

Chris was a little taken aback. He was SURE no one had seen him leave the common room, or wandering the corridors at night. Only Altaeus Bagley had seen him that night, and he promised that he wouldn't say anything. He tried to play it safe.

"Huh? You what?" he said, playing innocent. "I gave up wandering the corridors at night after the… incident."

The incident he was referring too happened in his fifth year. After he had helped Ravenclaw win the Quidditch Cup for the first time in over a decade, he and several members of the team had all had a few too many fire-whiskies in the common room. After everyone had gone to bed, his dutch courage had convinced him that it would be a brilliant idea to head to the Slytherin common room to try and seduce a girl he had been lusting after. He always had a bit of a thing for bad girls. Unfortunately for him that night, he had conspired to lock himself out of the Slytherin common room in nothing but his boxers. He then proceeded to draw attention to himself by shouting at the statue outside to let him in. Of course, this attracted some viewers, and he was seen by several members of the Slytherin house. It was front page stuff on the next week's student newspaper.

"Don't play dumb Chris, Altaeus told me he found you the other night, trying to get out of the castle!" she snapped back at him.

'That little… Next time I see him, he'll be sorry!' Chris thought to himself, clenching his fist. He knew that Aurora would pry into Chris's motives that night, and immediately began thinking of cover-ups.

"You saw it again didn't you… Only this time you went looking for it… Because no one would see you!" she continued. "So what was it?" she spat. She had a tendency to just talk at people when she was angry.

"It was quite disappointing, actually…" Chris lied. "I approached it, and whenever I came to close, it knocked me backwards. It kept doing it. Eventually I got bored and came back to the dormitory."

"I-Is that it?" she replied, taking a sigh of relief. She believed his word.

"That's it. Probably just a particularly pissed off apparition…" he said flippantly. His general confidence made people inclined to believe what he said.

"Don't think I'm letting you off for this one Chris…" she said, before breaking into a cute smile, and gesturing towards the door. Chris stood up, and they both left the classroom through the door. He'd got away with that one, his affair with a Death Eater still a secret.

Chris wandered into his dormitory later that evening, after he and Aurora had returned to the Ravenclaw Halls. He walked over to his bed, where he noticed something curious. A letter was on his pillow, in handwriting he had never seen before. He looked over both of his shoulders, and side to side. He was alone, good. He opened the letter, revealing a single piece of parchment, with the words, 'Tonight, 2am, same place' scrawled on it. The hand writing was messy and disjointed, and he knew it was from Bellatrix.

He inhaled sharply, his heart beginning to pound again. He folded the note back up and placed it back into the envelope, casting it into the drawer on his bedside table. He was going to see her again. It was only 8o'clock, and he couldn't wait. He tried several times to occupy himself, but to no avail. He attempted to bury himself in his Arithmancy homework, but to no avail. He tried reading the school paper, and the Daily Prophet, and again failed. Eventually he gave up, and just lay on his bed for hours. Everybody came by him and went to bed. Once he was sure that everyone was asleep, he got out of his bed, and marched into the bathroom. He looked himself in the mirror, and splashed some water over his face. He was excited, yet nervous. He took his robes off, followed by his underwear, and tossed them to the side. He stepped into the shower and mulled things over. As he washed his toned body, she had become the sole target of his thoughts. He stepped out of the shower, and wrapped his towel around himself. He got dressed, and picked up his hoodie before leaving the dormitory, the clock at 1.50am.

He wandered through the corridors, cautiously, making his way to the front entrance to the grounds. He walked down the main staircase to the huge arched doorway, before stopping, and cursing under his breath. Another prefect was here, just his luck. He approached, quickly thinking of an excuse.

"No Bagley tonight?" Chris said to the prefect, trying to give a friendly aura.

"Not tonight, no. He was meant to be, however he fell foul to a rather nasty Stinging Hex, and is with Madam Pomfrey tonight." The prefect replied.

Chris grinned at his response, chuckling to himself.

"Curious…" Chris said, with a snigger. "I wonder who he upset to fall a victim to that?"

Of course it was Chris that had administered this hex. One of the things he had tried to occupy himself with whilst waiting was to seek a small degree of revenge on Altaeus.

"More to the point, Mr Iverson, what are you doing out this late?" the prefect asked.

"Oh, err, well… Don't laugh, it's kinda dumb… I managed to knock my wand out of the window of my dorm… I've come to look for it."

'Was that really the best I could come up with?' Chris thought to himself. No way would the prefect buy that. What a lame excuse.

"But your wand is in your hand, Chris…"

"Oh shi- err I mean, this isn't my wand, I'm borrowing it to help me look… Need a light and that…" Chris said, desperately trying to salvage his excuse.

The prefect looked at Chris, before shrugging his shoulders.

"Sure. I hope you find it. Don't be out too long, Ravenclaw needs you for the big Quidditch match at the weekend!" The prefect turned on his heels and walked off, up the stairs, continuing on his patrol. Chris stood there for a second, amazed that his worst of excuses had worked. Realising that he was probably now late, he rushed out of the castle, and strode quickly across the grounds. He arrived at his destination, only there was no smoke this time. He walked into the forest, to the same spot where they had made love before.

"Bellatrix?" Chris said quietly. A moment after her name had left his lips, she revealed herself. She walked towards him, smiling seductively, dangerously. The danger she posed to him, combined with the looks that he was so infatuated with, drove him wild. He strode to meet her, forcefully gripping her hips with both hands, maintaining constant eye contact with her. He swept her curly, jet black hair away from her face, and kissing her, roughly but passionately. He pulled away from her, and smirked at her mischievously.

"I missed you…" he said to her, grateful to be with her again.

She looked back at him, returning a similar cheeky grin.

"Pfft. The feeling definitely isn't mutual." She responded, teasingly.

"Then why did you invite me back here, huh?" Chris teased back. He tightened his grip on her bony waist, pushing his body against hers. She took a sharp breath, pleasure clearly rushing through her body. She obviously liked being manhandled.

"Still need that somebody to drain power from…" she fired back. This comment was particularly difficult for Chris to decipher in his mind. She could easily be telling the truth there. But he was pretty sure that he'd found another side of her. She tilted her head to the side gently, eying him up. She leaned in to kiss him again, her lips lingering by his. Unfortunately, her lack of hygiene had become a little too much for Chris. She was in a bad way last time they met, but this time, was worse. Her breath was hot and unpleasant, and the smell of her body was wretched. He pulled his head back, and thought deeply for a moment or two. Bellatrix was confused by this, she was sure he would have gone for her at that moment. As Chris was in thought, she went on instinct. She placed her lips to his neck, beginning to harshly suck and bite a little, before withdrawing, leaving a red mark upon his skin. This action almost pushed Chris over the edge.

'My god… I can't not have her again…' he thought to himself. He had to risk it, he decided.

"Bella, we need to get you cleaned up. I'm going to put my neck on the line for this…" Chris said, removing his hoodie. He put his hoodie around her slender upper body, zipping it up and putting the hood up, covering her head. It would have to do. He walked her back to the castle entrance, guiding her, her head bowed secretively. He opened the door, and looked inside. The prefect from earlier was gone, so he beckoned Bellatrix inside. He closed the door behind him, and rushed her up the stairs. He knew he couldn't let her wash in his dormitory, that much was a given. Luckily, he had acquired the password to the prefect's bathroom earlier in the year, and knew that it would be empty at this time of night. He led her around the castle, before arriving at the door to said bathroom.

"Pine fresh…" whispered Chris, and the door clicked open. The pair entered the room, but Chris didn't dare turn on any lights. He merely used the 'lumos' incantation to provide a small sliver of light. He ran a bath, complete with bubbles in a vast array of colours, and beckoned Bellatrix to get in. Chris looked away as she undressed, and slinked into the water. Looking from outside of the bath, Chris saw the water change from beautiful and clear, rapidly to a murky black colour. She was filthier than Chris had first thought. Using the contents of a wash-bag that someone had left behind, Bellatrix washed herself thoroughly. She climbed out of the bath quickly, not wanting to stay in the dirty water for long. Chris shone the light from the end of his wand over to her, and was instantly amazed. Now clean, the water shone off of her body, her pale skin glowing unlike the dull tone from before, covered in dirt. Her wet hair dangled down from her head, the curls naturally straightening out due to the weight of the water, covering her breasts. No longer were her armpits hosting ugly black hairs, her legs no longer spikey and rough. Both places looked silky smooth. Chris stared as if he was in a trance. He was head over heels. He had never witnessed anything this beautiful in his life. She was in her natural state, not adorning the black, devilish attire she once wore, her face not covered in black, sinister looking make up. She had utterly taken his breath away. She smirked at him, and walked over to one of the basins. As she walked, Chris couldn't help but glance at her round, supple bum. She turned on the water, and began to brush her teeth with a toothbrush left on the basin.

'Clothes… She'd got no clothes…' Chris thought to himself. He had no answer to this part of the puzzle. He couldn't really leave her on her own, nor could he trawl round the corridors of the castle with a naked Death Eater. He stood there and pondered things in his mind, when before he knew it, Bellatrix was stood in front of him, pressing her wet body against his, snaking her arms around his waist. Chris blushed slightly, something that was very rare to him. He looked down into her dangerous, but sexy eyes. She was giving him the sultriest of looks. He placed one of his fingers under her chin, and tilted her head up, before leaning in and gently kissing her tender lips. His arm slid up her back, his hand tracing up the back of her neck, before running his fingers through her beautiful, thick black locks. He pulled his head back from hers, breaking their kiss, his fingers still gently playing with her hair.

"We have to find you some clothes…" he said matter-of-factly. "But I'm out of ideas on where or how…"

He glanced around the room; there was nothing that anyone had left behind. He gathered up Bellatrix's tattered old clothes and hid them in a spare cupboard. He had no choice but to try and get some clothes from somewhere in the castle. Bellatrix wrapped a pair of towels around herself, and put Chris's hoodie back on. He gently opened the door, cautiously, and extinguished the light at the end of his wand. They stepped out into the corridor, and Chris started walking in the direction of the Ravenclaw common room. It was the only place he could think of. But he knew that if a single person was awake, it was game over. As they approached the common room, Chris was still in thought. Should he take her into the common room? Or have her wait outside whilst he tried to acquire something for her to wear? And what about after? Where was she going to stay? It was a complex situation; one that Chris had trouble addressing. They arrived at the engraving of Rowena Ravenclaw, and Chris gave the password. Before Chris had made up his mind of what to do, Bellatrix shoved her way past Chris and trotted up the stairs. I guess that made his mind up for him. He followed her up the stairs, and hissed her name.

"You have to stay quiet!" he whispered too her. She grinned back at him and tip-toed across the room in a highly eccentric and exaggerated way, mocking him. She found the foot of the stairs to his dormitory, and looked back at him.

"Is this where you live? Up here?" she said quizzically. Chris nodded, but before he could say anything, she again trotted up the stairs without him, her wet feet leaving footprints. He ran over to the stairs after her, following her up. He found her at the top of the stairs, peering through the crack in the door.

"They're all asleep!" she whispered excitedly. She was being a nuisance, whether it was on purpose or not, Chris didn't know. She was almost certainly purely trying to make him uncomfortable and nervous.

"Don't go in there!" Chris whispered back, anxiously. No sooner had those words left his lips, Bellatrix opened the door carefully, and walked in. She spotted the only empty bed, assuming it to be Chris's. Once again, Chris's heart was pounding. He was terrified of getting caught. She was being so reckless. She pranced over to his bed, and jumped on to it, sitting cross legged in the middle of it. To Chris's horror, he heard someone stir in one of the other beds. Thankfully, he heard a little bit of sleep talking, and then they rolled over and went back to sleep. Chris breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still terrified. He walked over to his bed, and sat down on the edge. After a moment, Bellatrix grabbed the back of Chris's collar and forcefully pulled him back. Taken by surprise, he fell backwards and looked up at Bellatrix, slightly stunned. She met his eyes, and licked her lips. She placed her hand on Chris's chest, gripping tightly, almost tearing his shirt. She leant in quickly, and forcefully kissed him, to which he reciprocated. Chris moved himself more onto his bed, and shut the curtains of his four poster bed. He broke her kiss briefly, and conjured a simple charm to stop any noise from escaping the four corners of his bed, before looking back into her brilliant eyes, kissing her passionately. Bellatrix took a dominant position, and mounted him forcefully.

"Time for some fun…" she said playfully, grinning at him.