Drabble 48: Voldemort/Bellatrix
Emotions: Reluctant Affection
Rating: T
"Come off it, Bella!" Narcissa giggled, lightly punching her sister in the arm. "You so like him."
"I don't," Bella replied, absently rubbing the area Narcissa punched with a frown. The older blond simply laughed, the sound like bells, and hooked her sister's arm with her own.
"So, you're telling me," she began, looking as if the mere thought of it amused her. "That you don't like Tom Riddle, the smartest wizard alive?"
Bellatrix nodded eagerly, hoping that despite the sarcastic tone her sister had adopted, she would acknowledge it as the truth. Unfortunately, her hopes were for naught and Narcissa simply laughed once more. "I mean, how can you not like Tom? He's smart, sweet, and charming. Basically the whole package!"
Bellatrix simply stared at her.
"It sounds like you, dear sister, have a crush on him, not me," she retorted. Narcissa blushed, spluttering as she protested vehemently. "Me? No! You know I have my sights set on Lucius." At the mention of the blonde's name, Narcissa blushed a bright crimson.
Chuckling, Bella raised her hand, lightly patting her sister on the head. As if in retaliation, Narcissa grabbed the other girls' hand and bolted, dragging her unwilling sister towards the library. Once they were there, she let go, opting to push Bella towards the two boys who sat at an empty table towards the back.
"Tom! Lucius!" She greeted, sitting down gracefully and giving her sister a warning look, smiling when Bella slumped into a chair with a sigh.
"Narcissa," Lucius said, her name sounding like a caress on his smooth tongue. "It's simply lovely to see you." Narcissa blushed, deciding to use that in order to start a conversation between them.
Meanwhile, Bella and Tom were left on the side lines, watching the two who obviously had feelings for each other talk. After a moment or two, Tom turned, catching sight of the soft look in Bella's eyes as she peered at her sister.
"Adorable, aren't they?" He questioned, reclining slightly in his chair, gray eyes peering deeply into black ones. Bella merely nodded, not looking away from the sweet sight.
Sighing, Tom leaned forward, raising a head and carressing Bella's cheek. Almost immediately, the Slytherin blushed, crimson covering her from head to toe as she jumped away from his tender touch.
"What was that for?" She hissed, wiping at her cheek with her robe's sleeve as if she thought it to be contaminated. Tom merely smirked, adopting a wounded look as he gazed at her.
"Bella," he began. "You truly wound me."
Bellatrix just hissed in response, garnering a laugh from Tom.
"Come on, Bella," he whispered. "I know you liked it."
In response, Bella growled, getting up and storming off without a word. Behind her, gray eyes followed her every move as she stalked off, glinting in amusement and possession.
Written for:
January Event: Level 2 - Bellatrix/Voldemort
Ultimate Battle Comp. Single Accessory x2 - Word Count: 507
