Chapter 3

"Well, only a bloody idiot would think you're not cute," Tom said, slightly grinning.

"Good." I turned around in my chair to find Lucius. Of course, he was watching Cissy study in the corner. "Luci! Do you think I'm cute?"

"Yes, but Narcisssa is cuter." I saw her blush and hurry to scribble something, avoiding Luci's eyes.

I turned back to Riddle. "Huh. He's an idiot, but he thinks I'm cute. Maybe he was just saying that because I'm his girlfriend's sister."

Riddle grinned, but didn't laugh, He never laughed at anything. "it's impossible to think you're not cute. But Lucius is an idiot, no doubt about it."

I laughed. This is why I love him. He could make me laugh without even trying.

"I heard that." Luci said.

"No one cares!" Riddle smiled slightly. "Voldy…"

"What?" Riddle asked.

"Well, Voldemort's a mouthful. May I call you Voldy?"

"It's not very respectful."

"Well, I'd only call you that when it's just the two of us, so not very often. Around the others, of course I would call you milord, and the Dark Lord. So, what do you say?" Asking if I was cute, asking to call him Voldy, these stupid questions. I went too far that night. I know I did. Voldy just shrugged off my questions, letting me do as I please. But that night, I crossed the line. I might have revealed my feelings for him, by giving him such a ridiculous nickname from a name he himself came up with. Sure, I'm allowed to call him Voldy in private, but I never do. I respect him much more than I did then. I should have respected him then, but I didn't. Why? Why didn't I just ignore my feelings and give him the respect he deserves?

So lost in thoughts was I that I didn't hear Dolphy come up behind me in the present.

"What are you thinking about? Or should I say, who are you thinking about?" he asked, sitting in the chair across from me in our living room.

"You should know exactly what I'm thinking about."

"Well, I'm not very good at Legilimency like milord, so I actually don't know what you're thinking, even though you may think I know what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking about milord."

"Of course. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because you're a bloody idiot, that's why."

"So beautiful, and yet, so cruel. Why do you do this to me, Bella?" I knew he was teasing, but I think he might actually be a little serious.

"Because it's true, you are a bloody idiot, although I suppose there are many other names that could be used to describe you, such as douche, bastard, and asshole."

"I'm your husband, could you please at least be a little nice to me?"

I took out my wand. "I'm a Death Eater. And so are you. You should know how nice I can be, especially after I tortured the Longbottoms until they both went insane. Would you like the same, dear husband?"

"What did I say to deserve such cruel treatment?"

"You asked me to be nice."

"Why are so moody tonight?"

"Because you're fucking annoying! Just leave me alone! Can you do that? Is it too much to ask?" I cried. He could be such a douche.

"All right. If you needed some space, you should have just said so. I'll go away, unless you want to torture and kill some Muggles?"

"Just shut up and leave me alone." I really hated him. He was always there. If I could, I would kill him or leave him. But he's a servant of the Dark Lord, so milord probably wouldn't appreciate losing a loyal follower. And even if I left him, I would still see him at the Death Eater meetings. Why did I marry him in the first place?

Because no one else would ever love you. Because the one you love would never love you, a voice whispered in my mind.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled at the voice. I could convince him to love me. I would.

He would never love anyone. He doesn't even have any friends. Just servants. What makes you think that he would love you, of all people? Are you that full of yourself?

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! STOP TALKING SHIT, OR I'LL MAKE YOU!" How? How could I make a voice in my head shut up?

"Bella?" Dolphy stuck his head in. "Are you all right?"

"Just leave me alone, you pile of shit," I whispered, but not to him. I was talking to the voices. I didn't hate Dolphy. I just…Feel very emotional. What the fuck's wrong with me?

"Bella, please. Just tell me what I did wrong," he whispered.

I suddenly felt sick. I raced to the bathroom and puked my guts into the toilet.

"Bella!" Dolphy was there behind me, putting a cool wash cloth on the back of my neck, and lifting my hair out of the way. He murmured soft words while I was puking.

Finally, I lifted my head. "Ew."

"Are you feeling all right? Do you need anything? Here, rinse your mouth with this." He handed me a cup of water.

I rinsed my mouth and gave him back the cup.

"I'm fine. It was probably food poisoning or something." I sat up, and felt fine.

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I snapped.

"Do you need to go to St. Mungo's?"

"No, Dolphy, I'm fine. I just threw up. I probably ate something bad last night. And do you really think that I could go there and not get recognized and sent back to Azkaban?"

He ignored me. "Are you sure you're not…?" he trailed off, scared to continue. Good. If he'd finished that thought, I would definitely crucio him. But…

"Quite." Shit. "Uh, I need to go get some fresh air. Don't come." I Disapparated.