Damn Muggle Colds

By Crystal Megan

DISCLAIMER:  This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: I think you call this a cookie on FA?  Anyways, this is really short, since I can't write scenes that have sex in them since I always end up doing a horrible job, but if anyone wants to work with me more on this, I'm up for it!   E-mail me at crystalmegan68, and the domain is hotmail, (I can't do it regularly or else it turns into a link, and I can't make it normal.).  

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"My Lord," Bellatrix said the first thing she Apparated in the bedroom of Voldemort, and bowed her head briefly.  "Forgive me my Lord.  I heard you were-,"

Voldemort was about to reply when he sneezed.  "Damn Muggle colds…and it's Tom in private, Bella."

"You are sick my Lord," Bellatrix stated, and walked a few steps towards the tall, and thin figure of her old lover, that she had been with secretly since her Death Eater initiation, that stood a few feet away from her.

"Unfortunately, yes, Bella.  I've caught a Muggle cold," Voldemort said.  "But why are you here?"

"I wanted to see if I could tend to you, Tom," Bellatrix said, and took a few ginger steps forward to Voldemort again.  "I thought you might need some…" Bellatrix removed her cloak, and let it slowly droop down her arms, where finally, it fell to the floor.  "Attention."

Voldemort smiled briefly at Bellatrix, and took two steps to her, now only a foot away, and was able to see the skimpy dark emerald dress she had on. 

Bellatrix smiled seductively at him, knowing how she looked to him in her dress that was short, covering a few inches of her thighs, with the bottom torn in different areas, revealing silky black knickers, and the material that clung to her hourglass figure, with skinny straps.  Bellatrix's hair formed a long midnight colored river that ran all the way down her back. 

Bellatrix switched from her charming smile to a pout, then lifted her arms, and circled her arms around Voldemort's neck, and closed the distance between them.  "If you don't desire anything at the moment…maybe later?"

Voldemort's arms that were around Bellatrix tightened, and lowered his head to Bellatrix's hear.  "And of your husband?" Voldemort said huskily.  "What did you tell him?"

"That I was visiting my sister, Narcissa," Bellatrix purred.  "Really, Tom, you would think you were afraid if we were caught."

Voldemort chuckled softly.  "Of course I'm not."

"Will you have me tonight, Tom?" Bellatrix asked, and gave a small moan.  "Please take me, Tom…"

"As the lady wishes," Voldemort said mockingly, and enclosed Bellatrix's mouth with his own.

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A/N: So what do you think?  Please leave a review, and if you think you can help me more with this, then feel free to e-mail me, and give me ideas or you could do the rest of it.