(A/N: Because so many of you asked: No, it is not a canon fact that Macnair was gay. But I do know he seems to have no interest in Bellatrix and what kind of straight man feels that way? Sadomasochists love pain weather they are feeling it or causing it. This is another Lucius chapter connected loosely to chapter two. Is he being ridiculous here? I think so. REVIEWS?)


"Well, how was that?" It was the first of many thoughts I should have kept to myself.

"How was what?" She asked, feigning innocence. She knew perfectly well what I was talking about. We were still breathing heavily, beads of sweat were clinging to our hair and I was still lying on top of her.

"The sex?" She asked when I offered no explanation. "It's so unlike you to ask for comments on your performance."

"Forget it," I murmured, honestly hoping she would do just that.

She refused that request and ran her fingernails across my shoulders. "What brought on that question, Darling?"

"Better than Rosier, at least?" I stupidly voiced the resentful thought. I was hoping to catch her off guard and get a real answer but she was smarter than that.

"Rosier?" She blinked. "Two minutes after sex and you want to talk about Rosier?"

"You're sleeping with him, aren't you? Narcissa said…"

She giggled mockingly. "You shouldn't listen to my sister's gossip. Where is she anyway?"

"Shopping," I supplied the answer without thinking about it.

"I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" She tried to gently push me off her but I held her in place.

"Bella, how was it?"

"Please, follow your own advice and forget about it."

"Bella…"

"I can't honestly say it's the best sex of my life."

I can. "Why not?"

"Because I hate you."

"That makes it better, not worse. But, seriously, who is, then?"

"Not telling," she smirked. "Now get off me before I cruciate you."

I obliged. She tugged off the blanket covering both of us and wrapped it around herself, leaving me exposed. I rolled my eyes and snatched my discarded robes off the floor. "I hate you too, you know."

"Of course you do." She mirrored my annoyed expression and headed for the bathroom.

"Wait, Bella! Not there!"

"What?" She paused like she was just humoring me.

"Um… she'll know if you…" I couldn't say it, but she knew.

"You just fucked me in the bed you share with her and you're worried she'll notice if I use her shampoo?"

"I… um… yes."

She laughed at me and strolled out of the room.

This affair was getting out of hand. When we were fooling around after meetings, it was one thing, but now we couldn't resist each other. I brought her to my room. Narcissa's room. This was the first time it had occurred to me that there might be evidence.

Did the sheets smell like her? Part of me actually hoped so. No, this wasn't good at all. Except that it was great. The risk factor and our passionate loathing of each other (except during our time between the sheets) made it even more amazing.

I sighed and did every cleaning spell I could think of on the bed. I glanced around the room in case one of us had forgotten something. It was only a matter of time before she'd leave a piece of jewelry or an article of clothing lying around and that would be the end of this. Of us.

When Bellatrix reemerged from the bathroom she was wrapped in Narcissa's fluffy pink bathrobe. "Stop staring at me," she scolded with an amused little giggle. "I agree it's not a good color for me but…"

"No!" I objected. "Absolutely not!"

"Why not?" She pouted. "I've had to share my toys with Cissy all my life. We could make this work nicely."

"Bella…"

"Besides, the sex is amazing. Second best I've ever had, how's that?"

It definitely wasn't the most important matter at the time, but I still couldn't resist asking, "Who's the first?"