8. Wedding Night

Sorry again for the extremely late chapter! Uni and other factors have made it hard for me to work on this, but hopefully this chapter is bearable :) Hope you enjoy!


The day had been perfect for a wedding. The sun shone brightly all day until it returned beyond the horizon, but even then, the heat of the day passed was still felt in the fresh, evening air. All but one enjoyed the weather. Bellatrix could not have fathomed worse wedding conditions. It felt like even nature was against her, and wanted her to be miserable.

The wedding celebrations lasted for far longer than Bellatrix could handle, thus she left the table as dinner finished. As she stalked out of the room, furious and humiliated; she heard her father laugh nervously before assuring the guests that Bella must be overwhelmed by all the excitement. Bella snorted angrily, but did not turn back to correct him. The respect she had for him was now near non-existent. She used to always look up to her father, remembering how he used to tell her of how proud she made him. She used to believe that he was proud of her; proud of how skilled she was, or of how well she did each year at Hogwarts. He used to tell her grand stories of their legendary families as a child that filled her head with how grand she too would one day become. Now she knew he wasn't proud of her exactly. He was proud that she was becoming a respectable, pure-blood witch.

Bella felt like screaming. She had never felt so angry or helpless in all her life. Not even the comfort of knowing the hell she would put Rodolphus through could calm her emotions. Storming up the stairs, Bella pulled off her ring and threw it into the room she had waited in earlier that day. She slammed the door behind her and tore off her wedding attire; unable to tolerate the facade she had been forced into any longer.

In an instant she was back into her welcoming, black, floor length dress. It was not her favourite, as she could not taint her favourite by wearing it on her wedding day, but it was a deal better than her grey wedding dress.

Sliding her wand up her sleeve, Bella tossed her things into her bag hastily. Just as she bundled her dress up in her arms, Bella froze with surprise. In her bag, on top of her things, sat her discarded wedding ring. Bella frowned and picked it up examining it. She had to admit, charming it was a clever idea, but it only angered her further. Clutching the ring in her fist, Bella marched towards the window, wrenched it open and threw it out, before shutting the window again. With a huff, Bella went back to stuff her dress into her bag. To her outrage, the ring was again sitting on top of her things; mockingly gleaming at her.

Throwing her dress to the side, Bella snatched up her ring and drew her wand. Placing the ring on the table before her, Bella aimed her wand at it and hissed "incendio."

The ring burst into flame and made an eerie scraping noise before the flames burnt out. With the shadow of a smirk, Bella examined the ring before picking it up when she knew it was cool enough to hold. The jewel embedded in the middle of the band had been dislodged slightly and dulled by the flame. The band was stained with black smudges as well and seemed almost brittle. The ring felt weak enough to be crushed in her bare hand, which was perfect; as she intended to crush and mould her marriage with Rodolphus. She wanted to crush him and make him regret asking for her hand every day until his dying breath.

"Might actually keep this now," she muttered to herself as she chucked it in her bag.

Just as she finished packing, there was a knock on the door. Bella frowned and opened the door, only to find her husband standing beyond it.

"You've changed dresses," he observed with raised brows. Bella huffed, resisting the urge to slam the door in his face.

"Yes good spotting. What do you want?" She snapped, her eyes narrowed.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay, (Bella snorted indignantly) and to ask if you would please come back downstairs."

"I'm not coming back; we have to meet the Dark Lord in a half hour!" She snapped impatiently. She did not voice her concerns about not knowing where to meet him.

"I know, that's why we need you downstairs."

Bella raised her brows. He was more confident than usual, Bella mused for a moment then realised that she could smell fire whiskey on him. She hadn't been paying attention to how much liquor he'd been consuming, but she was guessing it was starting to have its effects on him.

"Why? Is he down there, dining with all the miserable people? Or is your father going to include in his speech 'oh by the way, the Dark Lord will meet you at the Shrieking Shack," she asked patronizingly.

"Not exactly, but if you want to know where to meet him, you must come downstairs," he informed her, with an amused smirk.

Realising that Rodolphus was trying to match her personality; Bella glowered at him. Drunk or not, she would not allow him to be her equal.

"Or, you could just tell me," she growled through clenched teeth. She would not put up with his attitude. How could he possibly think he could out do her at her own game? However he had the upper hand. Obviously he knew where the meeting place was and knew that she didn't.

"No, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me."

"Oh, how romantic," Bella teased sarcastically. "Oh stop being so childish. This is no joking matter! This is the Dark Lord we're talking about, so you had better tell me now!"

"I insist that you join us downstairs. Please. Then I'll tell you," he finished. As if sensing that she was about to lose control of her temper, Rodolphus awkwardly backed back towards the stairs, though he continued to smile at her.

"Just tell me where he'll be Rodolphus, I'm warning you!" Bella snapped heatedly, drawing her wand.

"Come back downstairs," Rodolphus insisted.

In a heartbeat Bella drew her want and sent a jinx towards him, but milliseconds before it would have hit him, he disapparated.

Swearing under her breath, Bella considered her options. She was unsure where to meet the Dark Lord and needed the location urgently. She could not afford to be late; she had disappointed him enough already. She also didn't want Rodophus to pull one over her. She couldn't fathom the humiliation of it.

Grabbing her things, Bella made up her mind. She knew that disappointing the Dark Lord was far worse than allowing Rodolphus to be victorious this one time. She had a lifetime to have her revenge on him. With that settled, Bella made her way back into the dining hall, a determined look on her face.

"Bellatrix!" exclaimed Rodolphus' father.

"Good of you to return!" he cried joyously, though his eyes held a cold glint in them. Obviously he didn't like to be humiliated and treated so rudely in his own house, but Bella couldn't care less. Ever since her engagement, she had pretended not to recognise him at the meetings with the Dark Lord, despite the fact that he had gone to Hogwarts with their Lord himself. She was sure the only reason Rodolphus had lasted this long –though unmarked- as a death eater was because of his sickeningly loyal though –in her opinion- cowardly father.

Bella flashed an unmistakably sarcastic smile before reluctantly taking her seat beside her husband. She didn't look at him, but she made it clear that he had accomplished a feat that moments ago seemed impossible: he had made her even angrier.

As Rodolphus' father began talking, Bella sighed loudly and leaned back in her chair, obviously bored. She had no interest in what he was saying. She just wanted to leave and see the Dark Lord as instructed.

"So, it is a pleasure for us to bestow our second manor to Rodolphus and his new wife, Bellatrix!"

Bella's gaze suddenly turned to Mr. Lestrange with horrified curiosity.

"Of course, Rodolphus has known that the Lestrange manor would be his once he was old enough to have it. Now that he is old enough to marry, I dare to assume he is old enough to run a house!"

There was a small murmur of polite laughter at Mr. Lestrange's joke.

"So as it is, we have had the house elves set up the place for a fresh start to our son and new daughter in-law," he added as he raised his glass. At his motion, the whole table raised their glasses apart from Bellatrix, who tried to look bored again. She hadn't really thought of where she would be living after the wedding. She knew that she would be living with Rod from now on, but didn't realise that it would be instant.

"Surprise!" Rodolphus taunted playfully to Bella after finishing his goblet of fire whiskey. She gave him a deathly scowl and shoved him away from her with her elbow.

"Merlin's beard you stink of whiskey," she muttered in disgust.

"Well yeah... I've been drinking it," Rodolphus answered, his words slurring slightly. Bella snorted and turned away. She glanced at Narcissa, who looked ever more surprised than she felt.

"Father! I do believe it best we leave now!" Rodolphus cried as he stood up, a bottle of fire whiskey in one hand, a new goblet of brandy in the other. "Mind if I take this? For our house warming?" He added with a stupid grin.

Mr. Lestrange gave a hearty chuckle and rose to his feet again as well.

"Of course! It is getting late! Take as many as you like my son! Bellatrix, you too!"

Bellatrix rose quickly despite herself. She was eager to get to the Dark Lord. She couldn't bare being late. With impatience, she turned to Rodolphus, who was guzzling down his new brandy.

"Can we go now?" She muttered, "if we're late, I will turn your head into a watch," she added.

Rodolphus set down his now empty goblet, then lead her out of the hall; often looking back to farewell the buzzing guests.

With her things in one hand, Bella took hold of Rodolphus' arm and turned to glare at him.

"You better not be too drunk to apparate. I'm not fixing you if you get splinched," she scolded.

Rodolphus gave a warm sigh.

"Likewise Love," he replied to her utter disgust; though before she could react, they disapparated.

After the familiar feeling of being dragged from her navel, Bella found her feet again on solid ground. She released Rodolphus and marched towards her new home.

"Is this it?" She sneered incredulously.

"I'm sure my parents could have found something that is actually decent to live in," she added harshly as she reached the front doors.

The manor was about the same size as the first Lestrange estate, but from a distance, it looked rather small. The grounds that came with it were remarkably well kept, though much smaller than what she had at the Noble House of Black.

The house was two stories of cold, grey, stone bricks. The windows looked aged, though seemed to give the manor a touch of respected elegance. Likewise, the tiles of the roof didn't look as sleek and new as the tiles on Bella's former house's roof, though these tiles were darker and looked like the stones of a river bed in the night's light.

The gates were large and tall with the Lestrange family crest in the middle of the meeting gates. Dark stones also made up the fence wall that surrounded Bella's new home.

Bella glanced around her as she entered the dark entrance hall. A chill ran through her as she considered her life in the very house. There was no going back now.

Shaking away her worries, Bella lit the tip of her wand and gave the room a better inspection. It was rather bare; with only some old family portraits scattered on the walls and a depressing little plant in the corner that quivered occasionally, as if taking its last breath before dying.

"Still a bit empty, but you know, we'll fill it with our own stuff," Rodolphus mused as he stepped in behind her; an affectionate expression on his face as his eyes wondered around the room.

Bella stepped away from him and placed her bag at the base of the stairs.

"So I take it we're meeting our Lord here then?" She asked as she glanced around for a clock of some sort.

"Does this room not have a clock? Or anything that could tell us the time? We can't be ill prepared!" She snapped fretfully. She was embarrassed to have the Dark Lord in her new home. It wasn't what she wanted him to see.

"No but it's nearly time," Rod answered after frowning at his watch for a moment. Bella could only assume his eyes were taking awhile to focus.

"I can't believe you let yourself get drunk," she muttered as she paced around the room pointlessly.

"It's our wedding night!" He slurred defiantly, "bit rich that he demands to see us tonight anyway."

Bella turned a murderous glare towards Rodolphus at his remark.

"How dare you say that about our Lord! It is an honour that he is meeting us at all! Out of all of his followers, he is coming to see us! We have been given a rare honour to receive our Lord! Especially since you aren't even marked!" She hissed.

"You must really disappoint him... Even with Daddy being one of his first Death Eaters, you still can't manage to get a mark. Poor little Rodolphus; looks like Daddy can't get you everything you want," Bella taunted nastily, her face twisting into delight.

Rodolphus glowered at her, though was too engrossed in opening the bottle in his hands to think of a witty retort.

"Put that down! Let the Dark Lord arrive and leave before you go getting your ass even drunker," Bella insisted, though Rodolphus chose to ignore her as he popped the cork out of the bottle.

Bella huffed and sat on the bottom step impatiently while Rodolphus took a large drag out of the bottle. Bella half hoped that he would pass out so that he would look even more unfavourable to the Dark Lord.

Gazing out the open front doors, Bella strained her eyes to see into the darkness. She was anxious to see movement that would announce her master's arrival. She wasn't made to wait for much longer. While ignoring Rodolphus' clumsiness as he placed the bottle of a nearby table, Bella saw something stir in the darkness, before Voldemort materialised beyond the front doors.

"My Lord!" Bella breathed as she sprang to her feet, her eyes fixing on him longingly. Thoughts of how she wished to be married to him began to seep inside her mind, which made have to fight to keep the foolish thoughts away.

"Good evening Bellatrix," Voldemort replied in his cool and collected voice. He turned his eyes towards her before setting his judging eyes around the room.

"Where is your husband?"

Bella hesitated, but saving her from being blamed for his absence; Rodolphus reappeared from wherever he had gone.

"I'm here My Lord. Thank you for the pleasure of meeting us here tonight," He greeted. Bella could hear him straining to sound more sober than he was.

"I won't be staying long, as I am aware that I am stealing precious moments of your wedding night," Voldemort stated in mock politeness; sneering at Bella as he spoke.

Bella swallowed but kept her face expressionless. She had no wish to partake in anything that came with wedding nights. "My Lord it is no problem I assure you. Nothing could be more important than you being here," she added honestly, though Rodolphus made a strange sound that resembled a strangled cough mixed with a hiccup.

Voldemort grinned unkindly at Bellatrix at her response.

"You flatter me Bellatrix," he murmured as he pulled out his wand and lit the entire room.

Bella extinguished her wand and stowed it away instantly while Rodolphus flinched at the sudden light. With little delay, Voldemort brought up the London mission that he had informed them of a few months ago. Of course, with the amount of time that had passed, the mission had changed a little. He still wanted them to inflict as much unexplainable deaths and tragedy into the Muggle towns, but it was obvious there was something else he wanted done.

"They need to be scared, even though they do not yet know of our existence. Those pitiful muggles I hope are smart enough to know what real fear is. I have Death Eaters posted all over Brittan to launch an upheaval. We must have the Ministry close to breaking point."

Bella listened with rapt attention, a smile growing on her face. His plans always amazed and excited her. She considered herself lucky to be a part of such a revolution.

"When the ministry is vulnerable, we will contaminate them and slowly choke it from the inside. I'm assuming this will lure out Dumbledore's pathetic rebellion," Voldemort revealed, his eyes gleaming menacingly. Bella was so absorbed in his plan; she had forgotten that her husband was even in the room.

"In three days time, I need the two of you to head into London. Do not let yourselves be recognised. Cause as much devastation as possible. Kill if you will, and make the rest scared. While you're there, I also want you to look for my old professor, Horace Slughorn. Apparently he is in London, but he will flee if he even hears of my presence. If he is in London, find him. If not, discover where he is, and bring him back alive."

Bella raised her brows. She couldn't understand why her Lord needed an old potions teacher, but she didn't question him.

"Why Slughorn?" Rodolphus insisted bluntly.

"Because he could either be of use to me or a liability," Voldermort answered coldly. Bella noticed a trace of, was it concern? On his features. The expression was gone almost instantly, but she had seen it. She got the feeling that the professor was a loose end that either needed to be tied or cut.

"That is all I wish to see you about. Do not disappoint me. In three days, leave in the morning for London and wait until you feel your mark burn. Commence your assault, but do not linger for too long. I want Slughorn."

Bella and Rodolphus nodded in understanding. Despite herself, Bella was glad to see that Rodolphus seemed more alert, even eager now. She usually didn't care what he did as long as it didn't reflect on her; however his rudeness towards the Dark Lord was intolerable for her.

"Leave now Rodolphus, I must speak with Bellatrix alone." Voldemort demanded suddenly. Bella gave a hopeful smile, though Rodolphus frowned.

"Why do you need her but not me?" He asked shortly. He looked as if he was trying to seem agitated, but he looked sulky more than anything else.

"How dare you speak to the Dark Lord like that!" Bellatrix hissed venomously before she could stop herself.

"Calm down Bellatrix," The Dark Lord murmured in a soft tone. Only he could talk so gently and still inject terror into his subject.

Voldemort's eyes burned into Rodolphus', making the latter drop his gaze.

'Not that I owe you an explanation, Lestrange, but I have business to attend to with your wife that does not concern you. If you were perhaps worthy enough to be marked by me, you could stay," He snarled maliciously. Bella wasn't sure if he enjoyed bullying Rodolphus or if it was just her enjoying the scene before her.

"As it is, you are not marked and I have no need of you anymore. Leave," Voldemort drawled as he turned his attention back to Bellatrix.

Rodolphus looked as if he wanted to speak, but even though he was drunk, he had enough sense not to say anything else on the topic. Rising to his feet; he gave his master a slight bow.

"My Lord," he slurred in farewell, before turning and heading up the stairs. Bella followed her husband up the stairs with her eyes, a coy smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. Although she had recently disgraced her Lord, he still favoured her over Rodolphus. After a big day, it was nice to know where she stood with the Dark Lord. After all, she doubted any of his other followers could call themselves more devoted than herself.

There was an audible sound of a door being closed before Voldemort would speak.

"How rude of me to steal the groom's wife on his wedding night," Voldemort sneered cruelly, without any remorse for Rodolphus or Bella.

Bella ignored the unpleasant jolt in her stomach at the thought and gave her Lord a careless shrug. "Oh it doesn't bother me in the slightest My Lord. I would much prefer to be here all night with you," Bella commented dangerously.

While she had been speaking, Voldemort had let his gaze travel over Bellatrix shamelessly, though at her comment, his eyes flashed back up to hers.

"Don't fantasize about such things Lestrange," Voldemort snapped angrily, making Bella flinch slightly.

"Forgive me, I only meant, I'd prefer your company to his My Lord, I meant no harm in my statement," she said respectfully, though there was an underlying trace in her voice that suggested that he had also been right in scolding her.

Voldemort considered her thoughtfully. It wasn't often that someone would dare provoke him so, though Bellatrix never seemed to be able to stop herself. Her boldness was something he found appealing in a follower as well as her absolute loyalty towards him. He could have her do anything he wanted. He was well aware of it too.

"I do believe you'd have a sitting room no doubt," Voldemort stated in a bored drawl.

"Yes, I would think so, but I haven't had a good look around yet," Bella answered, watching him with attentive interest.

"No matter. Sit down Bellatrix. On the stairs will do."

Bella did as she was told without question and sat on the second bottom step.

"Higher up than that, come now Bellatrix, we don't have all night."

Bella stood up instantly and shuffled up a few more steps, her eyes on her Lord the whole time. She couldn't read his expression; though his eyes were burning with the unknown emotion he was feeling. For a moment it resembled lust then in the next, anger. Bella came to the conclusion that she couldn't place his emotion, but wished she could read him as easily as he could read her.

"That will do," he murmured quietly, before Bella sat down on a step about 7 up from the ground floor. She felt strange being up higher than him, but didn't argue.

"I have quite a request to make Bellatrix, and I insist you follow it."

Bella nodded obediently.

"You know I would do anything you asked me to do My Lord," she insisted urgently, watching as Voldemort made his way up the stairs towards her slowly.

Voldemort didn't respond. Instead he paused about three or four steps bellow Bella.

It wasn't until he was leaning in close to her face, that Bella realised that Voldemort had somehow dimmed the light in the room. Either that or he was so close, that his very being was eclipsing the light.

"Now I don't want your husband to hear us Bellatrix, so we must be quiet," he hissed, his eyes gleaming.

Bella let a saucy smirk take over her features as she leaned her shoulders back a little, her upper body weight resting on her forearms.

Voldemort leaned in closer again, his face so close to hers; she could feel his cool breath on her cheek. Bella spread her knees apart a little more as she felt him brush her knees. Here, Voldemort paused, his eyes still gleaming dangerously. Bella wanted nothing more than to reach forward, pull him to her and tear his clothes off, but she held back. She knew she would be punished for such an act, so she had no choice but to wait for her master's next move, however she couldn't hide her anxiousness to please him.

"I need you Bellatrix," he whispered into her ear as a long hand travelled down her side. Bella shivered at his touch and words. He had never told her that he needed her. Not like that. Maybe he did have feelings for her after all.

"to promise me something," he added after a deliberate pause. Bella could hear the sneer in his whisper as her heart sank. He was so cruel, but so enticing. She wanted him to respond to her affections, but deep down, she knew he wouldn't be the wizard she loved if he loved her. He was strong, cold, and untouchable. He was right in thinking love was a weakness, but she knew she couldn't deny the love she felt for him.

"Anything My Lord," she whimpered, her arms beginning to strain. She wanted to slide back a little farther and rest her elbows against the next step, but didn't want to move further away from the Dark Lord.

Voldemort suddenly pulled her waist closer to him, making her lean back anyway. Bella gave a soft exhale as she gripped the edge of the step slightly.

"I need you to not get pregnant tonight. Or at all for at least the next few months," he whispered in her ear as he slowly dragged her dress up.

"I-I think I can handle that," she murmured, trying to keep control of her voice.

"Yes, but I've heard that promise before and it was not very well kept. This time, you can't mess up. I need you to be in top physical condition for awhile to come yet. I can't afford to have you pregnant," he added, this time pulling down her underwear.

"I can assure you that I will never have a child with him. You have my word My Lord," She whimpered, her eyes closed as she concentrated on not reaching forward and grabbing him.

Without anything else to say, Voldemort undid his trousers, then took hold of Bella's hips roughly as he pushed into her.

Bella gave a satisfied moan, however as the noise left her lips, Voldemort banged her head back against the step behind her.

Bella gave an involuntary hiss of pain, before Voldemort covered her mouth with his hand.

"Quiet Bellatrix!" He hissed aggressively into her ear as he worked towards his goal. He kept his hand on her mouth the whole time and banged her head back if she whimpered, moaned or yelped into his palm. His thrusts were rough, but Bella enjoyed it all. He had forgiven her at last. She wasn't being punished -aside from having her head hit each time she made a noise- but was once again purely serving her master as only she could.

Lustfully, Bella clutched at the front of his robes, but he shoved her back harsh for doing so.

"Don't touch me," he hissed into her ear, his movements quite brutal until he finally finished. He then took away his hand from Bella's mouth and fixed himself up before turning away from her.

Bella panted softly, relishing the ability of being able to breathe properly again, as she too fixed up her clothing and stood up. Her head was aching, but she showed no signs of pain in front of the Dark Lord.

"Can I trust you Bellatrix, to keep your word?" Voldemort insisted, still not facing her.

"Of course my master!" She whispered urgently as she quickly pulled out her wand and performed the familiar charm at her belly.

"How wrong of me to steal Rodolphus' wife's virtue. And on his wedding night. Tsk tsk tsk," Voldemort sneered, turning to face her now with a malicious snigger on his face.

"You have more right to me and my body My Lord than any other, and forgive me, but you took my so called 'virtue' many months ago," Bella answered coolly, her passion and devotion towards Voldemort burning in her eyes.

Voldemort's snigger grew for a split second, before it fell back in place.

"That is all for tonight," he announced finally, which disappointed Bella. She thought he'd give some other comment on the previous topic, but as if knowing that's what she wanted, Voldemort treated her 'service' as if it meant nothing to him. She didn't dare believe that he felt anything for her, but even though he was cruel, she still desired him immensely. It was a curse, but she was happy to bare it.

Reluctantly, Bella bowed and watched Voldemort disappear before turning to head up the stairs. She had no idea where Rod was, or where any of the rooms were, but all she could think of doing now was to get into bed and sleep.

With her wand lit, Bella quietly travelled down a corridor and peered into some of the open rooms. The house was most definitely empty. There were a few unfurnished rooms, a bathroom with a grimy old mirror that stared miserably around the room, then finally a closed door at the end of the hall. Bella glanced around for any sign of Rodolphus, but she couldn't see or hear anything.

Assuming that her drunken husband had gone and passed out somewhere, Bella, opened the door and peered into the room. It was a reasonably big room, though ill furnished. In the middle of the room, against the far wall, stood a tremendously large bed with Emerald quilt covers and sheets. The bedside tables were old and dusty, and to the side of the room sat a depressingly old wardrobe.

Bella snorted at the room and sighed. She would have to work on the house to make it to her liking, but all in due time.

A sickly groan turned Bella's attention towards the bathroom. The sound she assumed was from Rodolphus throwing up. The thought made Bella snigger as she turned back towards the door she had come from and pointed her wand into the empty door way.

'Accio bag!' Bella said silently, before her bag came hovering up to her. Quietly, she took hold of it in her free hand and silently placed it on the ground. She had every intention to take her night gown and sneak out of the room and into another un-noticed. She doubted the light from her wand would travel noticeably into the bathroom, as there was a dim glow emitting from the doorway.

With one hand, Bella dug around in her bag awkwardly, but didn't have much success, so instead opted to take her whole bag into another room. Cursing herself for not thinking of it earlier, Bella took up her bag.

"Expelliarmus!"

Bella's wand suddenly flew out of her hand and zoomed towards the attacker, who caught it a little less gracefully than he intended.

"Lumos," Rodolphus drawled triumphantly, Bella's wand safe in his free hand.

"I see you still haven't mastered non-verbal spells Lestrange," Bella spat, glaring at Rodolphus.

"Now hand me back my wand," she warned, taking a step towards him. She didn't like being unarmed, but she wasn't afraid of Rodolphus, and was certainly not going to beg or bow down to him.

Rodolphus took a staggering few steps towards Bella also, so that he now stood uncomfortably close to her. Stubbornly, Bella didn't step back, but instead glared up into his drunken face. The smell of vomit and stale alcohol disgusted her, but she continued to hold her ground.

"My wand Lestrange," Bella hissed, reaching for his hand. Rodolphus sniggered and stowed her wand up his sleeve, leaving his left hand free, while his right held his illuminated wand towards Bella.

In the same instant, Rodolphus placed his hand harshly at Bella's throat and shoved her back against the wall, still holding her at the neck. Surprised by his rashness, Bella pushed and clawed at him, but he was physically much stronger than her, and held her against the wall easily with his own body.

"Get off me you ass!" Bella snapped, refusing to let him frighten her. If she had her wand, he would have been flat on the floor already.

Ignoring her request, Rodolphus groped her breast with his wand hand as he moved his mouth to the nape of her neck.

"All of you, is mine now. You do as I say," he growled stupidly, tilting his mouth up to her ear. Bella dug her nails into the hand that held her at the neck.

"Oh you have no idea what you've got yourself into boy," she hissed, though she was straining against his hold.

Ignoring her again, Rodolphus pressed his crotch against hers and gently rubbed against her. As Bella flinched, Rodolphus gave a small chuckle.

"Why so nervous? You had to know this was coming," he murmured longingly into her ear as he pressed against her a little harder now.

Bella grit her teeth at this and ran her hands down to his groin and left them there between her body and his. Obviously not expecting this, Rodolphus pressed in against her palms, giving a grunt like moan.

All of a sudden, Rodolphus released Bella and jumped back with a yelp, holding his crotch, which was smoking a little a smelt of burned material.

"What in Merlin's name did you do?" he cried as he doubled over, whimpering. Bella stormed towards him and pushed him down onto the ground and forcefully withdrew her wand from his sleeve.

"Try something like that again, and I'll set you on fire, not just your pants," Bella snarled, before kicking him in the stomach.

Rodolphus lay whimpering on the ground as Bella took up her bag once more and stalked out of the room, her blood boiling.

She had long ago come to the conclusion that Rodolphus was rather thick, but she didn't think he'd be that stupid. She supposed his courage came from the alcohol, but she guessed he already had the intentions before he drank.

Bella found the closest room and pushed the door open. There was a dusty old mattress on the floor and a battered old bed side table with an empty vase on it. Bella sighed and turned out of the room and when back into the master bedroom.

"Change of plans, you're going to sleep in the spare room," Bella hissed at Rod, who was still whimpering on the floor.

Bella hoisted him up by his shoulders and dragged him forcefully out of the room. She dropped his shoulders roughly then stalked back into the room, then slammed and locked the door behind her. Satisfied that he was too drunk to find his way back in, Bella changed into her night gown and crawled into the strange bed. Bella pulled the covers over her head and tried to sleep while wishing she was back home. Her first night as a married woman was just as miserable as she thought it would be.