Chapter Eight - One Room
A/N - More cheese, fluff, etcetera. More of the Mozzerella type than the old Feta, so its not as stinky as the last chapter.
Snape felt like he was treading on air. Either Bellatrix did have feelings for him beneath her tough and greivious demeanor, or she had him utterly and completley fooled.
When the ball finished, in which they very convincingly acted the parts of a besotted newlywed couple, the music stopped and the host stood on a podium as to be heard.
'Welcome!' He said. He was a short, stout man with light hair, he was balding, and like many of the man in the ballroom, wore a top hat and a tailcoat. He held his arms out wide as he welcomed his guests.
'As you know, this is a party and hobnob of the rich and famous that will go on for three days. As it said on your invitations: Every night there will be a banquet and ball; you are free to look around your residency area at your will. And now, after a quick tour, you will be shown to your bedchambers!'
Bellatrix and Snape, along with the other guests, were given a quick tour before given the keys to thier room; Bedroom 317. As they marched up three flights of stairs, along with many other yawning couples, Snape put the large key in the lock and turned it. The ancient, stiff key had difficulty turning the lock, So Bellatrix pulled her wand out of her dress bustier (Snape had wondered where she had hidden it,) and tapped the lock.
The door sprung open to reveal a large bedroom, the floor a heavily varnished rich oak; the curtains a deep crimson velvet; a fire place in the corner, and there, in the very middle... one large bed.
'Er... there's only one bed.' Snape said uneasily. 'Where the heck is one of us going to sleep?'
'They think we're married,' Bellatrix replied, 'So naturally they've given us a room with a large double bed. I'll sleep on the floor.'
'No, don't be stupid. I'll sleep on the floor.'
Bellatrix glared at him, he quickly covered a wince. 'I'm sleeping on the floor, and that is final, Severus. you sleep in the bed, okay?'
Snape did not want to argue further; the thought of them sharing the bed, as large as it was, was out of the question; he did not even have to ask. And since when, in private, had she ever called him Severus of her own will?
Bellatrix swept into the room and Snape followed. with a flick of her wand, a suitcase appeared at the foot of her bed. With another flick, the fireplace burst into flame, and the lamps ignited.
'Im going to get changed,' She said, 'Into something more comfortable before we can explore the premises.' Without futher ado, she unzipped her dress and slid out of it.
Snape blinked and stared at a half-naked Bellatrix, wearing nothing but a small pair of black lacy panties. Her pale, round breasts glowed under the flickering glow of the fire, her nipples dark and ample from the rapidly dimishing cold. His eyes flashed over her flat somach, her long, curved legs narrowing down to dainty ankles and feet in a pair of high, strappy heels. Feeling his cheeks go hot, Snape quickly turned his back on her.
'I'll just go out.' He said, his voice catching in his throat.
'Dont bother, i'm finished already.' Bellatrix answered, he turned around slowly to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in muggle attire and lacing up her boots. She wore a long, full black skirt that sat loosely around her hips, and an off-the-shoulder black woolen sweatshirt with a white satin singlet underneath. She tied her hair up messily with hairtie and stood up.
'I'll be outside the door,' she said. 'Whenever you're ready.' And she left him standing there, the door swinging shut after her.
Snape noticed his hands were shaking; he spied his reflection in the large mirror across the room; his cheeks were a flushed pink. He'd just seen a semi-naked Bellatrix. He had been with women before, seen them naked, but none of them were ever as enticing as this. And it had been years since he'd last had sex. Heart thumping in his chest; he pulled off his tailcoat, his thoughts directed at a Bella, fantasizing her, wearing nothing heels and panties, in the bed with him, Snape... He forced the image out of his head as he changed.
PR&R/rigamortis.