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Week 6 - Character: Bellatrix
Pairing - LuciusBellatrix
Hogwarts: Writing Club
Assorted Appreciation - 2. Magnus Burnsides - Dialogue: "I know. I'm sorry I made you wait.
Disney Challenge - Character 8. Zarina - Write about someone wanting something different in/from their life.
Showtime 4 - (drink) beer/ale/anything alcoholic
Hogwarts: 365 Prompts
Prompt - Proof
Bellatrix's Reflection
Pairing: Lucius/Bellatrix
warning for infidelity and slight sexual content
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Bellatrix always looked for proof that she was more than just a bit of fun on the side.
Narcissa was the perfect princess type. She always did what she was told. She never argued. She would have an heir like she was supposed to without batting an eye. She made the perfect wife for an old Pure-blood family.
On the other hand, Bellatrix was wilder. She broke rules and always pushed the limit. And she never wanted to be tied down to a child. She cared about instant gratification and motherhood wasn't in the cards for her.
While Lucius was married to Narcissa, Bellatrix was the one that made him groan in the bedroom as he thrust inside of her, his eyes closed in pleasure.
Bellatrix loved watching him like that. It was amazing to see the perfectly unflappable Pure-blood lose control. It was delicious.
She was sure he enjoyed their time together, but then he was so eager to leave her bed, so eager to go back to her sister.
And when he made her wait for hours, she wondered what their couplings meant to him. As if the mere thought conjured him, the fireplace lit up a bright green, and he emerged from the flames.
His eyes moved up and down her body, practically devouring it. She was sure he was undressing her by memory. Lucius strode to her, and Bellatrix lifted the almost empty glass of wine to her lips and took a careful sip. "What? No apology for your tardiness?"
He rolled his eyes. "I know. I'm sorry I made you wait," he retorted sarcastically.
Bellatrix turned her back on him, placing the now empty glass on the table. It was a way to avoid looking at him so he wouldn't see her pain as his casual disregard for her feelings. She knew she wasn't the easiest person to love. Her own parents struggled with that notion, but she expected something different from her life. She never expected to become Lucius Malfoy, or any other Pureblood's, dirty little secret.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she didn't care about him, but she did. She didn't know how it started, but somewhere along the line, her heart got involved, and she wasn't sure she could stop caring.
His arms wrapped around her from behind, his fingers bunch up her dress so they could play between her thighs. She sighed. This might be wrong, and she might never get what she wanted from their rendezvous, but she was too far gone to end it, and there was no turning back now.
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