During the fight, Bella had run off trying to find Voldemort. She finally found him in his room sitting in his chair by the fire. He was sipping a glass of wine that shone a ruby red in the firelight.

"My Lord?" She asked, hesitantly.

Voldemort looked up from the fire, "Bella? What do you want?" He asked rather coldly.

"I was just wondering if maybe we could have one more lesson for the day," She asked.

"Well, I was soon about to retire, but what did you want to learn?" He asked, sighing. He stood up and set down his glass of wine.

Bella couldn't help but smile, "Actually, the lesson is for you. Pray tell, do you know how to dance?" She asked, taking a few seductive steps toward him.

He frowned, "Not excessively, why?" He asked, matching his steps toward her.

She smiled wider, "Well, there we go. Can I teach you, Master?"

He gave a long sigh, scratching the back of his head.

"It'll be quick, I promise." She said, looking up at him.

He gave her a half smile, and slightly held out his arms, allowing her to come closer to him.

Bella slowly walked into his arms. She decided to let her emotions show instead of trying to cover them. He allowed her to touch his hand and set it tenderly on her waist. She relaxed her arm on his broad shoulder and took his free hand with hers. They spent what felt like hours of twisting and twirling around his room. Bella gave him directions on where to step, and he followed suite. It didn't take long for Voldemort to get it down like a professional, till soon he suddenly stopped.

"This is pointless," he said in between breaths, but it was the first time she thought she had ever seen him really smile.

"It's not pointless," she said to him, not removing her hands from their places on his body, "It's what people love to do."

Voldemort frowned and gently tugged away from her. He shook his head lightly, "Love?"

Bella looked at him for a moment, while observing his confused expression, "Yes, love. Don't you understand?" She asked slowly.

He looked at her for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Well," she shyly put her hands behind her back, "I'm sure you've felt love before. It's easy to feel, but kind of hard to explain."

"Love is probably pointless," he mumbled, "like dancing."

"Love isn't pointless, but it's like dancing," she replied.

He frowned at her again, "How?"

Bella thought for a moment, gazing around the elegant room, and then looked back at his breathtaking blue eyes, "Love and dancing are similar, because of the closeness." She said, taking a slow step toward him, which made them only a few inches apart. She could sense the tension between them. She could tell he wasn't used to being so close to anyone before.

"Love is when you're close to someone, and your breath suddenly quickens. Love is when your heart seems to beat faster than normal, and you can't do anything about it." She whispered, what Voldemort didn't know was that she was only describing everything that she felt in that moment.

He continued to stare down at her face, inches away; his eyes drank in every part of her.

"Love travels through lovers like an electric current, getting stronger as they get closer." She brought a hand from behind her back, and raised it up to his face, wanting to stroke his cheek, but she hesitated. Her heart pounded in her chest as she got lost in his hypnotizing eyes.

He leaned in closer to her and brought a hand up to her face as well, and she knew he must understand how she felt. He caressed her cheek softly, and Bella felt as if a burst of electricity where he touched her spread all through the body, electrifying every pore. He gently brought his other hand to her waist, touching it firmer than when they danced together. Bella stroked his face, memorizing the smooth outline of his lips and neckline.

He moved his hand to her hair and leaned in closer to caress her instead with his lips. Gently, he ran his mouth ran over her eyes, then to her nose. He took a short intake of breath when he brought his lips inches from hers.

Bella pushed her body against him as to urge him to kiss her. Bella felt his lips graze hers when she suddenly heard footsteps behind them.

"Excuse me, my lor-," Lucius interrupted, but stopped suddenly, taking in the spectacle before him.

Voldemort whipped his face away from Bella's to look at the intruder. His face was flustered when he hissed, "What do you want?"

"I'm," Lucius cleared his throat, "I just wanted to let you know, my Lord, Cissy and I are leaving. And, er, to thank you for letting us have the wedding at the Riddle home."

"Yes, yes, fine," Voldemort said impatiently.

Lucius bowed respectfully. After a quick glance at Bella he turned and left.

Bella looked back at Voldemort. He had his eyes adverted from her, his mind looking far away. She brought up a hand to place on his arm, but he moved away slowly.

"Perhaps you should leave," he said, not looking at her.

Bella snatched her hand away from him, feeling hurt. "But I-,"

"Goodnight Bella," he said and placed himself before the fire with his back to her.

She sucked back her tears as well as words she wished she could tell him. Then she turned and left her master to his lonesome.