A/N: Hey peoples! So I know Bella had a weird dream but I will not bring it up again in the story until I know what the fuck it was going on in my head when I wrote it…Anyways, I've been listening to a LOT of Otep lately and Otep makes me want to fight, like a good ol' fist in your face, busted lips, broken noses, fist fights! SO, if I add a fist fight into this chapter, you know why! The title of today's chapter is the title of an Otep song.

Fists Fall

(B.P.O.V.)

I woke up to someone banging on the door of Hermione's flat. I looked around and my lover was nowhere to be found. I sighed, got up, and wrapped a sheet around my naked body. I should really go back to my manor, I'm sure Hermione is getting tired of me being here constantly. I open the door slowly, my wand in my hand hidden by the door.

"Are you in love with my best friend?" Harry sighed from the other side of the ajar door. I opened the door a bit more, and just stood there, looking at him, I didn't know why he cared, he did try to kill me not to long ago. "Get dressed Bellatrix…I really don't want to see you in nothing but a sheet, save that shit for your girly friend."

"You can come in, Potter, just don't try to kill me this time." I said as I turned back to the bedroom. I didn't really feel like putting on my dress on so I looked through Hermione's closet, I found so muggle cloths, and I just throw them on. Before calling the Dark Lord, he needed to know that Potter was here. I walked back to the living room.

"You never answered my question, Black." Harry looked at me, and snickered. "Really, Bellatrix, sweatpants? You really look like a muggle."

"Laugh it up Potter. At lest I don't fall in love with people that will never love me back." He stopped giggling at that.

"You had no idea that Mione would have feeling for you, don't play that game with me." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways I came here to do something but if I don't have your permission first Hermione will kill me so-"

"You are not Ms. Granger's to kill, Potter." Voldemort cut Potter off, I almost died when I saw his face, he looked like he was going to piss himself! "Did you really think my Bellatrix wouldn't call me here when you arrived, Mr. Potter?" Harry slowly turned to look at the Dark Lord.

"I came here because I have business with Bellatrix, not you." Potter said with a bit to much sassiness. It was quite funny really, and Voldemort looked more amused than angry at the out burst.

"Potter if you weren't the enemy, I would try to hook you up with someone, to bad your sassiness will go to waist someday soon." I'm sure I was turning red from holding in my laughter. "Anyways, Potter, what business do you have with little ol' me?" I asked.

"I want to fight you, if I win you leave Hermione until you can prove to me that you really love her." He said.

"You want to duel, potter? You know I'm the second best with a wand, right? Anyways, what if I win?"

"No, I want to fight, with fists, the muggle way. Name what you want if you win."

"My Lord, may I speak to you for a minute, in privet?" I looked over the Voldemort. He nodded and followed me into the bedroom. "My Lord," I bowed my head. "Potter had part of your soul in him, he would make a good asset to us, why kill him when that would mean killing part of you?" I take a breath and he nods for me to continue, "If I win this muggle fight, I could have him join our ranks."

"My Bella, you do think of everything don't you? We can't make him join us, but I do agree with you about killing him. Make him think about it, tell him that if you win he has to think about join us but while he thinks about it he can't come around you or Ms. Granger." I bowed my head once more.

We walked from the room, Potter was looking at all the books. "Okay, Potter," He jumped before turning to look at me, I giggled. "If I win you have to think about joining our ranks, but, while you think about it you cannot come near Hermione or myself, and if you do I will call My Lord." I held out my hand and he took it. "Now, when do you want to do this?" He looked at me like he had all the confidence in the world, like I couldn't fight because I'm a pureblood, what he doesn't know is that Rod and I had gotten into a few good fist fights in our marriage, it made for good make-up sex.

Hermione walked into the flat, a look of confusion on her face. "Um, hello." She said. "What's going on here?" She looked between Harry and myself before looking to the Dark Lord.

"Well, Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter here has challenged our Bella to a fist fight." Hermione looked shocked. "If Mr. Potter wins, Bella has to leave you until she proves to him that she truly does love you, and if she wins, he has to think about joining our ranks."

"Bella, can I speak with you, in the room, now." Hermione took my hand and dragged me to the bedroom, not even giving me time to reply. She pushed me into the room and slammed the door, giving us some privacy. "Why the fuck would you agree to something so stupid and childish, Bella?" She asked, angry. Is it wrong that I found it so hot that she was livid? "Do you even know how to fight?" She throw her hands up in irritation and began to speak again, before I could answer. "He could hurt you, Bella! This isn't like magic, you could get really hurt." Her voice softened and wrapped her arms around my middle. "How could you be so stupid?" She looked into my eyes before kissing me.

"Hermione," I whispered against her lips, before I pulled back to gaze at her, "I know how to fight, I'm pretty damn good at it, really." She looked at me confused and shocked. "Rod and I had a lot of fights. Now let me go kick Potter's ass and teach him a lesson about trying to brake us up." I smiled at her, kissing her again.

"Potter." I said when I entered the room again. "Now, we do this now, I'll give you five minutes." He looked smugly at me.

"Don't need five minut-" He was cut off with a right hook to the jaw. "Fuck!" He yelled.

The fight was on, he throw a few hits at me and I dogged them easily, but of course I was going to let him land a few, I'm not a total bitch, but not this early into the fight. I smirked as I land a hit to his gut and laughed as he dropped to his knees. "Give up Potter?" I asked and he shock his head. When he started to get up I grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into my knee.

"Bella," I felt two arms encircle me, "Don't hurt him to much, he is my best friend." She whispered in my ear and I nodded. When she let go of me I let Potter clock me in the jaw, busting my lip. I could taste the blood and it pissed me off, without really thinking I hit him with a right hook then a upper cut, he fell and didn't get up, he was out. I let out what the muggles call a "Xena war cry" whatever that means, and smiled big. I just won the fight and I hope I get a prize later tonight.