Chapter 26 – Déjà Vu

Bellatrix Lestrange entered her room to find someone had slipped a note under her door.

It was written with black ink on plain white parchment. The writing was in spiky, masculine hand she knew very well. She picked it up and held it up to read it.

Bella,

We need to talk

- Rod

Curiosity overtook her. What could her ex husband want to talk to her about? Surely he hadn't found out the engagement? She'd been careful not to tell anyone... and the ring was still sitting in the top draw of her bedside table. She knew she'd have to start wearing it soon but she was trying to put it off for as long as she could. How would Draco react if she knew she was engaged? Could he understand that she couldn't have said no? That for her to refuse would have been death to her... and to him too if the Dark Lord realized he was behind her betrayal...

She shoved that thought out of her mind and focused on the note from Rodolphus. She would go see him. It was the least she could do after so many years of marriage.

9 o clock that evening found her outside Rodolphus's room.

Her tap on the door was immediately answered by a pleasant "Come in"

She opened door and walked in. He was sitting in a chair by his fire, a half empty bottle of Firewhisky in his hand. Strange. Her husband didn't drink. Or at least he never used to.

"Hi Bella..." he said with a grin. "Good to see you..." he continued, eyes roving down her blood-red strappy dress. "You look great" he finished. "Thanks..." she said uncomfortably, taking the other chair near the fire. she sat there for a moment... looking at him as if waiting for him to speak.

When he didn't she said casually "There was something you wanted to talk to me about?" His grin widened. He put on a mock-thoughtful face and said "What could that be?... Oh yes... I know a secret of yours... one you wouldn't want anyone to know..."

She went visibly pale and he could see her stiffen slightly. She kept her voice carefully even. "Secret? What secret could I have that I wouldn't want anyone to know?" she said airily. His smile widened even more... and she could see the malice in it. "I don't know... how about that your engaged to the Dark Lord?... or maybe that your still fucking the Malfoy boy? Take your pick..." he said in a voice that was both bitter and unmistakably triumphant.

Bella flinched as if he'd slapped her across the face. Her ex-husband knew her two biggest secrets. Disastrous didn't come close to describing the situation. If Draco found out she was engaged it would hurt him badly. And if anyone found out they were still sleeping together... well she'd have to hope her sister killed her before the Dark Lord had a chance to...

Either way there was no point denying it. "How did you find out?" she said hollowly, putting her face in her hands. "I found out about Draco a few days ago when he and I were on stakeout duty. He thought he'd given me the slip but he left behind footprints enough to pinpoint the direction he was headed. He didn't realize being invisible would not make him undetectable" he snickered, cruel amusement in his voice. Bella's mouth was set in a grim line.

"Knowing how much my nephew took after his Aunt I guessed he was up to no good. So I followed him. And what did I find? The Malfoy's pride and joy... and the Dark Lord's fiancee...at it like rabbits in the middle of an alley." She flushed slightly. How foolish had she been? How stupid! Anyone could have seen them. It was... her own fault...

She swallowed hard and kept her voice carefully even. "And the engagement? How did you know about that?" she asked brittlely. "You told me... just now" he said smugly. Her face went hard, eye blazing dangerously. "When you have served someone as long as I have the Dark Lord it isn't difficult to guess what they are going to do. I knew the minute you were divorced he want to make you officially his. Our Lord is nothing if not possessive. But I didn't know for sure until just now" he finished with a smirk.

"Well done" she said sarcastically. "Thank you" he said with a self-satisfied look. He took a swig from the bottle, smacking his lips when he was done. "Excellent stuff..." he muttered.

"What do you want?" she said bluntly, gaze boring into him. "What do I want?" he said, his tone carefully innocent. "Yes. For keeping your mouth shut" she snapped. "Who says I'm going to keep my mouth shut?" he said tauntingly. "Well... let's see... why would you have asked me to come... told me what you know... if there wasn't something you wanted?" she said wryly.

"That's a good point..." he said with a sly grin. "I'm not stupid... darling..." she said in a slightly mocking tone, leaning forward so he got an eyeful of cleavage. "I never said you were love" he said with a grin, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

She grinned like a cat who has got the cream. "So what... is it... that you want?" she purred. "Use your imagination..." he said suggestively.

"You always said..." she started as she slid off the chair onto the floor, her voice low and husky. "I had a very..." she continued, slowly crawling on hands and knees towards him. "…dirty... imagination..." she finished... kneeling between his legs. "Yes. Why do I think I married you?" he said cheekily. She chuckled lustily, running her hands slowly up his legs.

He groaned when her clever hands found his cock ... kneading... massaging it through the material of his pants. She fondled him mercilessly… a wicked look on her face as she felt him grow hard under her hand.

He was biting his lip by the time she finally pulled down his zip… releasing him from his pants.

He shuddered as she ran soft lips along the side of his cock. Her tongue flicked along it… tasting every inch. God… it felt good. He had forgotten how much he loved having his wife's mouth on him.

Then she took the tip of him in her mouth… and he couldn't help moaning. She sucked firmly on it in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine.

Then she took more of him in her mouth… working him with lips, tongue and (ever so gently) teeth.

Her head bobbed back and forth and she ran her mouth over and his cock… slowly at first… then faster and faster.

She had all of him in her mouth… running her tongue over every inch… grazing him with her teeth… bringing him to the brink without pushing him over the edge… sucking… licking… teasing until he didn't thing he could take one more moment of delicious torture.

The hot, heady sensation built up until she brought him over the edge… groaning… gasping… body going rigid as her poured his release down her throat.

He lay there… breathing heavily… watching as she got slowly to her feet. "You wouldn't tell on me… now would you… darling?" she purred. "You secrets safe with me dear" he said with a grin.

"Bye…" he called as she turned to go. "Bye…" she replied… not turning around as she opened the door.

He didn't see the expression on her face as she left. It was the look of a woman who has done the only thing she can… but is still disgusted with her self.