Authors Note: I hope you are enjoying the tale so far, and please, please review! You have no idea how pleasing it is for an author to receive reviews, even if they are horrible - At least it means people are reading. I almost have the third chapter finished and it should be posted soon. I'm sorry I'm skipping through their Hogwarts years so quickly, but I believe these incidents tell quite a bit about their growing relationship.
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
Fourth year had been the Divination incident.
With a look of pure disgust, her nose scrunched, face contorted into a shamble of eyes, nose and mouth, Bellatrix stared into the gazing ball, as if expecting her concentration to spit out an image. Black hair falling shamlessly around her face, a hand pulling through it with annoyance, as the fog continued to swirl around.
Behind her stared two brown eyes, piercing into the back of her head as if setting it aflame. Rodolphus hadn't even glanced down at his gazing ball, as he was transfixed by the image of Bellatrix suffering. The contortion upon her face, the look of disgust and frustration thrilled him, as he felt a smirk crawl upon his face, snaking up his lips so the corners curved upwards, his eyebrows peaking in curiosity, lips pursed together in a thin, creased line. Second year had led to little growth in the frail image of the boy, those his chocolate eyes illustrated his malace and innerstrength. Shaggy hair fell into his eyes, and he shoved it roughly with his forefinger and thumb back over his head, showing his creamy complexion and flustered face.
It came as a rough shove against his shoulder, one of his best mates slamming their palm into his body in order to emphasize the hilarity of the circumstances. "You're staring at her again Rodolphus." Avery said with a blink of his eyes, his eyelashes twitching as he made a puppy-dog face, including the dreamy eyes, towards his friend. "Better watch out, she might weave a spell around you." At this, Rodolphus mouth opened as he bellowed a laugh, his nose turning upwards, as though symbolic of his regal status. "That woman can barely look into a glass ball let alone weave a spell worthy of me." Despite being only second years, Rodolphus had taken it upon himself to master the techniques of the Dark Arts that others studied so hard to defeat. Although they were minor curses, it gave him power and confidence amongst his friends and companions, whom he loathed almost as much as he loved them. It was a mutual feeling amongst them all.
"Dear little Bellatrix." Rodolphus' thoughts were interrupted by a snide remark towards the girl made by Avery. Even from behind Rodolphus could sense the glistening of hate and dominance in his mate's eyes, which glittered down upon Bellatrix as she stared back up at him. Porcelain skin radiated the dim fire light that burned incense in the corner, and her eyes were like the night sky, all ecompassing with small hints of sparkle from the stars. Around her face tumbled black hair, framing the thin jaw and crimson lips. Already she had designated herself as the dominant female Slytherin, and as Rodolphus stared at her, his eyes narrowing as her gaze turned towards him, he smirked silently.
"Yes little Avery?" Muttered Bellatrix, both black eyes turning towards him, her hands folded neatly in her lap, where her legs were crossed, the Slytherin robes covering them both.
"What did you just call me?" Hissing out his words, his mouth now near her head, so his teeth almost seem to be biting in to her face from Rodolphus' angle, Avery's hand snuck around the back of her, grabbing the crystal ball.
"Do we really have to play this game again? Truly, it's pointless, and I'd think any wanker would have realized that by now."
A short intake of breath was Avery's only signal of his true reaction, for his face remained passive, his lips quivering only slightly in the corners. "I thought that's what you called me."
"And what is that to you, Avery?" Bellatrix spat his name, her lips curling into a smile, her eyes igniting with fury.
"Don't you dare speak to me in that way."
"You're the one that started this lovely tirade… Let's see you finish it."
Rodolphus heard her taunting him, the familiar voice singing above the din that rang throughout the classroom, and knew she was provoking a pit of firey embers that formed Avery. And indeed, it took only a split second to hear the crack of his hand.
Snapping his elbow backwards, he grabbed the length of her hair and tugged, pulling her head backwards so her eyes were forced upwards, her face contorting with pain as clumps of her gorgeous hair fell to the ground. It didn't take long for a retaliation, as her hand shoved up against his shoulders, so that she shoved him backwards against the wall.
Rodolphus watched, his entire body swaying slightly at the sight of the two, who seemed to be involved in a seditious sexual act. He could see Avery's face grimace against the wall, his face sweating from the heat and exertion that coursed through him. Beside him was Bellatrix's petite frame, her hands still gripping Avery's shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin like claws.
Something drove him mad inside, his entire being ripping out of his chest and he pounced up to his feet and thrust Bellatrix away from his friend—But it wasn't done to prevent an injury on Avery's part—It was done for jealousy. "Get away from him." Through gritted teeth Rodolphus reprimanded her, his entire body leaning against hers as she was pinned to the wall, her black hair sticking to her cheeks as her chest rose and fall with each gasping breath.
"Ooo Rodolphus, such the hero." Something hidden was in her voice, her entire body trembling with anger and frustration as she felt his hands pull tighter on the cloak draped over her body. His brown eyes pierced into hers, as she watched his teeth scrape along his bottom lip in agony.
"Lestrange. Black." A harsh shriek interrupted their escapade, and their heads swirved to see their Professor glaring at them, hands placed gently upon her hips, head tilted to the side. "Detention, both of you!" A low groan escaped Bellatrix's mouth, her eyes diverting to the ground as she heard the laughter of their fellow classmates echo around her. Feeling Rodolphus tense at the announcement, he thrust away from her, Bellatrix hitting the wall with a dull thud. "Tomorrow, with Slughorn." Gathering her satchel, Bellatrix departed with one look back at Avery and Rodolphus, who seemed to be conspiring silently around her crystal ball, that still only spewed out image of gray.