A/N: Celebration Drabble for colubrina - Tom/Bella
Almost Lover
The first time Bellatrix Lestrange saw the Dark Lord, she fell into a deep obsession with him. It wasn't love – or at least, everyone else knew it wasn't love. Bella was a bit more deluded and fancied herself in True Love with him.
She worshipped him from not-so-afar. She threw herself at his feet, prostrated herself, kissed the hem of his robes, and jumped at any request that he made. She practically demanded that she received the Dark Mark and played to his amusement in her antics. She even married that man-chasing idiot, Rodolphus, at his order.
She was his, completely and irrevocably.
And then she showed up, out of the bloody ether.
The little bitch. All curly hair and hot whisky eyes and pure milky skin and red stained smile.
The Dark Lord's attention to Bella wavered and then crumbled and then disappeared completely. He was too wrapped up in her. She came from nowhere and within the day was at the Dark Lord's side to never leave again.
Bella, predictably, started the rumor that the she was nothing but a distraction to the Dark Lord – nevermind that he had never allowed anything to distract him before, especially not another woman, not even Bellatrix – and that she was not worthy of him.
The day she was summoned to his private chambers, Bella knew that she had made it to exactly where she wanted to be.
She primped and wore a scandalous dress of practically nothing but black and silver lace, wavy black hair silky and shining.
When she showed up, she was alternatingly disappointed and enraged to find the curly haired beast lounging naked in the Dark Lord's bed, gleaming teeth bared in a facsimile of a smile in Bellatrix's direction.
The pale expanse of the bitch's back – completely bared except for the faint red marks spotted here and there, what looked to be teeth marks – was glowing in the low candle light from where it was surrounded by burgundy sheets.
"Tom is in the washroom. He'll be right out. He's ordered you to wait."
Her low voice was sex roughened, throaty and with an undercurrent of amusement that made all of Bella's teeth clench.
A soft hiss of hair escaped her lips as dark brown eyes narrowed and glared at the Dark Lord's whore. "You do not order me, nor do you relay his Lord's orders. You are not a part of… this."
She laughed before stretching languidly and sitting up, the sheets pooling around her waist as she smirked, eerily reminiscent of Lord Voldemort. "Oh, Bellatrix. I am more a part of this than you will ever know."
When the Dark Lord walked into the room, wearing only a pair of loosely secured pajama pants and Dark Mark vivid on his arm, his grey-green eyes flickered between the two women, one still smirking in amusement with breasts bare to the room, and the other clenching and vibrating in rage.
"Bellatrix."
"My Lord!" She fell to her knees as he approached, her hands clasped to her breasts. "What do you require of me, my Lord?"
The sound of bare feet moving across the floor made her twitch in their direction, before they move past her and toward the bed without pause, leaving her seething.
"You are going on a little field trip today. You will go to the Burrow and kidnap any of the Weasley blood traitors that you can. Take another with you. Regulus, perhaps."
She turned on her knees, eyes flying wide open as she stared hard at her Lord. Going to the heart of Order territory, even with another Death Eater, was practically a death sentence this early in the war.
"My Lord…! But that's practically impossible!" Bella gasped, then clenched her jaw again as the succubus in the bed slithered up behind the Dark Lord, slender arms wrapping around his bare chest as she whispered into his ear.
"No, not Regulus, then. Take Rodolphus. You may go." His head and shoulders were already turning towards the tiny girl behind him, away from Bellatrix.
She could only stare for a moment longer before scrambling to her feet and striding from the opulent bedchamber. With a final glance back, she saw Lord Voldemort climbing over the girl and pushing her back to the bed.
But her eyes were not on the man on top of her but fastened hard on the figure of the black-haired woman hovering just outside of the door.
The flash of white teeth and a red gleam in brown eyes were the last things Bellatrix saw before the door magically slammed shut in her face.