Chapter 25 - Deception

Bellatrix Lestrange stalked irritatedly down dark grubby London streets, long black robes billowing out behind her, Severus Snape slinking along in her wake.

She was already in a bad mood because the Dark Lord was pushing her to start wearing the ring he had given her... and being partnered with a greasy git like Severus on patrol had done nothing to improve her ill temper. She suspected the Dark Lord had done it on purpose... knowing how she detested the man.

She wouldn't trust him as far as she could throw him... or even how far she could blast him with a curse... which would be considerably further. Shame she would never be able to find out exactly how far she could curse him she thought with a wicked grin. Imagining crucioing Snape occupied her for most of the 30 min walk through the London Streets. Snape regarded the smug smile on her face with some suspicion but she didn't notice.

It wasn't till they reached their destination that he spoke at all. "Is this it?" he said disdainfully as they entered a street not much different to all the others. Only the dim light from the street lamp illuminated the shadows.

"Yes… she said, her voice dripping with derision. "This is the home of my dear sister" she said with a scowl. "Remind me again why we're here…" Snape drawled. "Because…Snivellus… the Dark lord believe they will move Harry Potter any day now… and he wants anywhere with a connection to the Order watched."

The two of them stood in silence for a while, watching the quiet house.

"I always wondered what Andromeda saw in that Tonks guy…" he said in a conversational tone. She shot him a look of death. She was not going to discuss her blood traitor sister with the half-blood pet of Albus Dumbledore.

She stared ahead, blocking out his insidious words. She didn't manage to block them completely. "You must really hate it that you're pure blood sister… your own flesh and blood… is married to a filthy muggle…" he said wickedly.

She gave him a look of death. How dare he mention Andromeda… how dare he talk to her like that…

"And now their brat has married a werewolf… you must be so proud…" he continued, smirking evilly at her. Her hand tightened around her wand. She wasn't going to take another word of this. She brought her wand up with a swipe of her hand and snarled 'Confundus!' in her head. He immediately took on a blank, glassy-eyed look.

Before he could re-orient himself she had disapparated.

As she reappeared in a dark alley in the middle of London she grinned to herself. She wasn't going to look sleep over enchanting him. And if he was dazed and confused on his first day as Headmaster? That would just be a bonus.

Draco walked along behind his uncle, a sulky look on his face. He hated patrol duty at the best times and being forced to spend it with the man whose wife he'd slept with? Not exactly what he'd call the best of times.

He didn't even want to think how uncomfortable it would be if Rodolphus knew he was still sleeping with Bella. It was bad enough his uncle knew they had slept together at least once. His dear mother had made sure every one had known that much.

Then again they were divorced now… but only just. He guessed the Dark Lord has insisted she end her sham of a marriage. Now if only she could escape being the Dark Lord's mistress… he could have her to himself… they would still have to keep it secret… but at least he wouldn't have to picture her in the arms of someone else…

He was kidding himself though. The Dark Lord wasn't about to let her go. All he could have what exactly what he had now. Borrowed time.

They were staking out a large manor house in central London that belonged to an Aunt of the Weasley's. It was both incredibly dull and extremely uncomfortable standing there with Rodolphus, staring at the house.

After an hour… or was it less? It seemed like an hour… he decided he couldn't take much more of it. 'What's that?" he said in what he hoped was a convincing voice. "What?" said his uncle, peering at the manor.

"That!" Draco said, pointing at a window o the top floor. Rodolphus took several steps toward the house, peering up it.

The last thing to go was Draco's widening grin as he cast a Disillusionment Charm and slunk silently away at

Bella found herself wandering towards where she knew Draco had been headed even though she knew he would be with Rodolphus. She couldn't help it. He was a temptation she was ever able to resist.

As she got near to where she knew they would be, she heard a soft footstep. She whipped around but there was no one there. She felt someone squeeze her ass gently and chuckled. "Come out, come out wherever you are" she said in a sing-song voice.

He appeared in front of her with a grin. "Hello auntie" he said casually, leaning against the wall of the alley. "Hello to you too" she said with a smirk. "Give that slimy git the slip did you?" he said cheekily. "Yes actually" she said lazily. Give my husband the slip did you?" she enquired dryly. "Ex husband" he said with a smile.

She laughed in that high crazy way of hers. "Old habits die hard" she said wryly. "Much harder than Order members…" she said with smug grin. "And yet you still haven't managed to kill your niece" he said in a teasing voice.

"I haven't managed to kill my niece… yet" she said with a smug, evil look that left no doubt she would make it her top priority. "Remind me not to get on your bad side" he said with a chuckle.

"No that wouldn't be a good idea at all…" she purred, taking a few steps towards him.

"There are definite advantages to being on my good side" she said, grinning lasciviously at him.

He grinned back just as lasciviously.

She ran her hands up his chest when she got close and his blue eyes grew heated… locking onto her dark ones.

She leaned in and brushed her lips against his neck, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. "I missed you…" she whispered in his ear. His hands wandered up to rest loosely on her waist. "I missed you too…" he said huskily.

"And I missed…" she said, pausing to slowly lick along his jawline. "… your cock…" she finished in a wicked, seductive purr.

"And I've missed these…" he said… bringing his hands up to brush her breasts, "but I don't know this is the time or the place…" he finished in a voice that suggested he was very… very…. tempted.

"Why not?" she purred persuasively. "There's no one around… it's the middle of the night… in a dark… enclosed… deserted… alley…" she finished suggestively.
His arms snaked around her, pulling her to him. She responded eagerly to the press of his warm, eager mouth on hers. God she loved kissing him. The taste… the feeling of his lips on hers… always made her want to rip his clothes off. A fact he was well aware of… and indeed took good advantage of. Not that she was complaining. Not in the slightest.

His hands wandered down the arch of her back to cup her ass as she wound her arms around his neck. He continued to kiss her possessively, passionately… moving her backwards so she was pressed up against the wall.

He pressed the length of his body into hers as he kissed her, slowly pulling up the skirt of her dress. As he slowly slid it up her thighs he leaned in and nipped her playfully on the neck, making her shudder very slightly.

Suddenly her skirt was high enough to reveal that she hadn't bothered with underwear. His cock stirred in his pants at the sight.

"Were you anticipating getting into my pants when you got dressed?" he said with a cheeky grin, his eyes still on the flesh bared by the hem of her dress. She grinned back, starting to slide down the zipper of his pants. "Just wanted to be ready for any opportunity that… arose…" she purred, grinning at his rapidly hardening cock.

She groaned softly when he lifted her up, pressing his hips into hers, kissing her mouth roughly, forcefully… but with a trace of tenderness… of love.

"Bella…" he murmured into the smooth, pale skin of her neck, trailing kisses down it than made her sigh softly. He savored the silky softness of her skin…the blissful expression on her face…her sweet, dark, scent. She teased all of his senses.

He ran a hand down the bare skin of her thigh as she wrapped one slender leg around him. He lifted her up, groaning softly as the swollen head of his cock brushed the velvety wetness between her legs.

He didn't miss her soft intake of breath, or the way her back arched ever so slightly. The way she reacted to him always got him going. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock. It was begging him to him to push her against that wall and ravish her till neither of them could stand up.

He hesitated a moment a she let out a very soft moan of impatience. He couldn't resist any more.

A sound that was half gasp, half deep groan of pleasure escaped her pouty lips as he slammed his hips into hers, sliding himself smoothly inside her. He couldn't suppress a soft moan as he finally got her right where he wanted - wrapped around his cock.

The stone was hard on her back but she didn't mind the pain. She didn't mind pain when it came with pleasure… and it felt so damn good. She had been aching to get him back in her bed for days but the Dark Lord had kept both of them too busy.

No matter how many times she had Draco she would never get tired of the feeling of him inside her. None of her other lovers had ever been able to satisfy her like him. Not even the Dark Lord… though she'd never admit it… not even to herself. Not that the Dark Lord was bad in bed… far from it… but he didn't care about her pleasure like Draco did.

And the Dark Lord had been less and less interested in sex of late… all he seemed to care about these days was killing the Potter boy.

He started to move in a series of short rapid strokes that tore a soft moan from low in her throat. She was already to ready… so wet… the sensations were delicious. And from the way he was biting his lip it felt just a good for him.

She moved her body in sync with his, drawing a deep groan of appreciation from his throat. His eyes were unfocused as he continued to move his body smoothly in and out of hers.

The rhythm slowly got faster and faster as they lost themselves in what they were doing, intent on nothing but each other… and the pleasure that was getting more ad more intense with every gasp, every moan, every movement.

Suddenly he changed the angle slightly to hit that spot inside her she loved so much. She moaned his name as he drove himself mercilessly over that spot, sending tremors of pleasure through her whole body.

A deep moan escaped her lisp as she got teasingly, tantalizingly, deliciously close. From the sounds he was making and the rhythm of his body as it pounded into her he was just as close as she was.

The orgasm came upon her in a blinding rush of pleasure that bowed her spine and tore moan after moan from her lips. She couldn't think… couldn't breath as her body shuddered, spasmed around his.

She was only vaguely aware of the groans coming from his throat, his body going stiff as he had his release deep inside her.

The two of them slumped bonelessly against the wall, breathing ragged as they started to recover. When he had got his breath back he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Neither of them saw the figure in long dark robes, watching from the shadows at the other end of the alley.

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