A/N: This collection of drabbles are unrelated and part of various challenges and competitions.

Character(s): Bellatrix Lestrange/Tom Riddle Jr.

Challenge(s): Pairing of the Week Drabble Competition (Bellamort).

Bellatrix stood before her Lord, memorized with his handsome features. It had been her second mission today, one that she'd completed and fantastically, according to her Lord. Bellatrix could feel the thumping satisfaction and joy. She'd murder a million times again, to feel this, to see - this sparkling pride in her Lord's eyes when he looked at her. She'd murder anyone.

"You have done well Bella." he said, softly, a gentle lift in his voice.

Bella

Something else rushed through her, something she didn't feel when her husband look at her, when he kissed her, touched her, made love to her. Something that she was not familiar with Bellatrix bowed her head to her Lord, making sure to show to proper respect, the respect he deserved, more than anyone else ever would. She'd kill everyone who disagreed.

"You may leave." he continued, his gaze fixed on her. "Bellatrix, you may stay for a moment."

She nodded, of course. She'd stay forever, if he needed.

Bellatrix didn't pay attention to the Death Eaters around her, moving from the room. Her husband walked past her without a single glance. Not that Bellatrix held that against him, she done the same. They weren't in this for ... love. The disgusting feeling. She knew there was much more pleasurable feelings in this world - what had pumped through her as she'd held that man under the torture for nearly a full minute, that was pleasure.

"Bella," that gentle tone again, "look at me."

She did, of course.

He was so close, closer than she had realised. His features stood out more carefully this close, the dark reddish eyes piercing her own dark blue, the slight smirk on his lips that caused a shiver to run down her spine, the high cheekbones that created that traditional handsome look, the jet black hair that neatly parted upon his head. Bellatrix could not see one flaw.

"You have done well Bella," her Lord repeated, his breath fanning her face. "You have done brilliantly."

"My Lord," she began, a little breathless.

He moved closer still, close enough that their robes brushed slightly. Bellatrix's words stuck in her throat, unable to speak, unable to disturb this stunned moment. Her Lord's eyes were unreadable, as always, through she could see something else. Curiosity? Lust? Desire? "

Let me reward you," he continued, a hiss to his soft tone. "I'm sure your husband won't mind."

His lips were light upon hers, for only a moment, quicker than she could process. He didn't give her a chance, pulling back before her mind had caught up to date with what was happening.

Because surely her Lord - her handsome, wonderful and utterly brilliant Lord - had not just kissed her. Surely not.

"You may go." He said, quietly, softer than she'd ever heard.

"Yes, My Lord." Bellatrix answered automatically, bowing before him and turning to leave.

She didn't look back, even as her lips burned, begging her to finish what he started.