"Ah. Mr Lestrange," said Voldemort with feigned kindness as Rodolphus Lestrange came into his office. Rodolphus looked mildly suspicious as he shut the door, but he bowed as he approached the desk, and when he sat opposite Voldemort, he said warmly,
"My Lord. You Summoned me."
"So I did," Voldemort affirmed. He turned his chair a little and stared at his bookshelves. "I thought you might like an update on your wife's condition."
"Of course!" Rodolphus cried. He gripped the edge of the desk and leaned forward a little. "How is Bella doing?"
Bella. Voldemort bristled. Those two syllables were his to use with her. He frowned and then gathered himself and announced to Rodolphus,
"She is particularly awake when I kiss her beneath her ear."
Rodolphus' mouth dropped open, and his thick brows furrowed. Voldemort smirked.
"That skin is so sensitive, you know. One press of my tongue to that flesh beneath her ear and she's wide awake. In fact, what's been keeping her nicely awake is attention from me. Or did you not know?"
"My… My Lord…" Rodolphus' cheeks went cherry red, and he shook his head a little.
"Are you angry with me?" Voldemort pretended to be shocked, and Rodolphus' eyes went utterly round.
"Of course I could never… could never be angry with… with you, Master," Rodolphus stammered, and Voldemort smirked again. He turned his chair back toward Rodolphus and drummed his fingers on his desk.
"One time she was so awake after I made her come that she wanted to ride me," Voldemort said, his voice light and airy as though he were reminiscing about an old memory. "And, oh, did she ride me, Rodolphus. Her beautiful breasts bouncing all the while. What lovely breasts she has, hasn't she?"
Rodolphus was silent, his face the colour of a tomato, and he just glared at Voldemort. He didn't say a word. Voldemort shrugged and said,
"Surely you knew she and I had been together before."
"Of course, Master," said Rodolphus through his teeth, and Voldemort laughed a little as he reminded Rodolphus,
"The two of you aren't even intimate, Rodolphus. Why is this affecting you so greatly?"
"I am in love with her, Master," Rodolphus admitted, and Voldemort felt a sudden spike of emotion go through his stomach. He cleared his throat and got serious.
"Well," he said, "we can't have that. Not given the circumstances. That's why I am declaring your marriage null and void."
Rodolphus' jaw dropped again. "Declaring my marriage…"
"Null and void, yes. From this day forward, it is, for all intents and purposes, as though you were never married to Bellatrix," Voldemort said plainly. He raised up his shoulders and said, "I don't care much for Ministry documents, as you well know, so I don't care one way or the other whether her name changes or whether papers get filed. I am Lord Voldemort, and my word is law. You are no longer the husband of Bellatrix Lestrange… Black. Whatever she chooses to go by."
"Master, please don't do this," Rodolphus pleaded, but Voldemort narrowed his eyes and threatened him,
"There's more than one method of getting someone out of the way, Lestrange."
Rodolphus' face faded to white then, and he gulped visibly. He nodded at long last, and he rose slowly.
"Please, may I go, sir?" he asked meekly, and Voldemort gave one crisp nod.
"Good day, Lestrange," he said, and Rodolphus just answered mournfully,
"Good day, My Lord."
Bellatrix sat in bed, trying to will herself into the bathroom. She needed to urinate. She needed to clean her teeth. She finally, finally managed to pull herself out from between the sheets and drag herself into the bathroom, using the toilet and the sink as though she were moving through honey. When she came back out into the bedroom, she was going to get dressed, but it seemed far too much. The bed was calling. Sleep. She wanted to sleep.
No. She needed to stay awake, to get back in fighting order for her master.
"Bellatrix?"
She snapped her head from where she stood and saw Voldemort come striding into the bedroom. He froze at the doorway, for he seemed surprised that she was up. Bellatrix smiled a bit at him and informed him,
"I relieved myself and cleaned my teeth all on my own, Master."
"Did you?" He seemed very proud of that, and as he approached her, he seemed something else. Hungry. He seemed hungry. There was a look in his eyes…
"Master." Bellatrix wrapped her arms around his shoulders when he came near, and he quickly said down to her,
"You're not married anymore."
"I'm not… what?" Bellatrix was confused. Voldemort bent and kissed her hard, but Bellatrix didn't kiss back. She was too baffled to do so. She just waited for him to pull away, and when he did, he stated,
"I declared your marriage to Rodolphus null and void. You are no longer married."
"But why would you do that, My Lord?" Bellatrix asked him, and his eyes flashed strangely.
"I've already told you," he said. "I feel strongly toward you, a sense of possession. You must be mine, not his. You can not be his, not whilst he's in love with you and I -"
"Dolph isn't in love with me, is he?" Bellatrix asked, and Voldemort snapped,
"That is hardly the point!"
So he was. Rodolphus did love her. Bellatrix gulped hard and whispered anxiously,
"I feel dizzy. Perhaps we can discuss this some other time."
"Fine. We'll discuss it some other time. In the meantime, I want you to try magic again," Voldemort said, pulling out her wand and handing it to her. "Scour the sheets clean."
Bellatrix turned toward the bed and aimed her wand hand at it. She shook a little and incanted,
"Scourgify."
She almost fainted then, but she felt arms holding her up, a mouth at her neck, just below her ear, and she awakened again. He was holding her, kissing her. He whispered into her ear,
"I divorced you from him because I need you to be mine. Do it again. Scour the sheets."
"Scourgify," Bellatrix said as strongly as she could, and then she could see a notable difference in how crisply white the sheets were. Suddenly she was being pushed down onto the bed. Suddenly her nightgown was being pulled up, and her knickers were being pulled down. There was a heavy weight above and behind her, and then a voice beside her ear again saying,
"I need you to be mine, Bellatrix, because I… I care for you just as much as he does. More! So you cannot be his, you understand? You must belong entirely to me. You are intelligent, and beautiful, and powerful, and… ungh…"
He'd pushed into her, though she wasn't very wet. She wasn't ready. Bellatrix licked at her hand and quickly brought it down between her legs to lubricate things. She repeated the action a few times, and then he moved more slickly inside of her. He pounded her quickly from behind, thudding against her cervix as he careened into her over and over. She wasn't going to come like this, she knew, but this wasn't for her. He was claiming her. He'd cancelled her marriage to Rodolphus, and now he was claiming her body. She was his.
And she was his. She was his servant - mind, body, and soul. She had taken that vow when she'd become a Death Eater. She'd promised him everything. She'd promised him her whole self. And now she would get to give that whole self to him. So she cried against the sheets she'd just Scoured with her weak magic, and when he pulled out of her, she climbed up into the tear-stained sheets and fell asleep.
Author's Note: Well, if you like Possessive Voldemort, that should do it for you. Hahaha. Please do leave a review if you get a moment.