Bad Romance, A Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange Fan Fiction

The Lady Gaga song could've been written word for word for them, so had to write the fan fic to match. We hope your spooky little dark heart enjoys!

Chapter 2,
(Love-love-love I want your love)

Bellatrix relished lounging on the bed in sticky blood clotted robes for a few minutes, but within half an hour the stuff was beginning to dry and flake. Where the hell was Rod? As if summoned by her impatience he burst through the door of their small, boring, Ministry-appointed apartment, a baffled and annoyed expression on his face.

"The fucking Ministry wants us to report now! It seems something is up and they want to brief us or question us, I'll be damned if I know which. It was all hush hush and weird," he complained. "As soon as I made my report they said both of us were required immediately for whatever the hell is going on."

Bellatrix made a face, frustration rising. "So they're ruining our romantic night," she said in disgust. "Just like the bloody stupid Ministry."

Rising with a toss of her long wild blood-spattered dark tresses she began tugging the robe over her head. "I'll just get cleaned up first I suppose. Stupid bloody..."

"They said there isn't time. Just come as you are," Rod said, his lips twisting into a smirk of satisfaction. "I did warn them. And at least you'll still be all sexy for later."

When the two of them strolled into the head auror's office, they were met at once by two underlings. "We need the two of you separated for security reasons," One rat faced overly thin man with too much self importance that he'd obviously not earned said. "We will question one while the other waits. You first, Please, Mrs. Lestrange."

Bellatrix was already scowling, unease and anger rising together in her belly like two pissed off Phoenix's lifting off from the ashes of her very annoyed mood. She didn't like separating from Rod. Ever. They just didn't. They were always together for everything. When they separated bad shit happened. Like when they were in separate sells in Azkaban, even though side by side, the Dementors got at them. Had they been allowed to share a cell, they could've just shagged through it all and blocked whatever the Dementors tried to send at them. Together they were worse than any Dementor, after all. The Ministry separating them didn't feel right. Not one bit.

"Why would you need to do that," she demanded. "We've done nothing wrong!"

The man gave a nervous chuckle. "Fancy a Lestrange actually saying that!" His face fell in a few seconds once he realized he was the only one laughing. "It's simply protocol. No one is saying you did anything," he said, attempting to reassure, but Bellatrix was not reassured.

Giving him a scowl that she hoped would curdle his blood she swept forward, flaunting her bloodied robes. "Fine, then, lets get this over with. You're screwing up our evening plans so lets make this fast." She nearly kept herself from shooting a worried look at Rod over her shoulder, but didn't quite make it. As the auror underling led her into the back office, she looked.