6:45:
I'm about to go. Wish me luck.
Can paper do that?
Whatever. I'm all dressed in black and red, my usual. Voldemort always likes to dress up for dinner, so I'm wearing a long floaty red satin dress with a net black cardigan over the top, done up in a bow. My hairs dead straight and make up is perfect.
He'd better be bloody happy because I am!
June 7th; 11:42PM:
He is such a gentleman. I'm in his rooms now, he said he'd be half an hour so I quickly summoned my diary over so I could write down the events of tonight.
I walked to his rooms, and straight away he greeted me with a kiss on the lips. Just like that. And there were other Death Eaters there, very junior ones, they were all sitting in the big room usually used for Inner Circle meetings.
I then curtseyed slightly to him, though that was pointless. Voldemort then smiled at me, totally uncharacteristically, which was strange of him, but I wasn't complaining. Then he kissed my hand and told me I looked beautiful.
He then held out his arm to me, and we walked together to his private dinning room. He pulled out my chair for me and everything.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked me. I was like, speechless, so I just nodded. He looked right at me then, sharply. "Do you want to be here with me?"
That really freaked me out, because he was giving me a choice.
I looked right back at him, and said, "My Lord, I have wished to be here with you for a long, long time."
He nodded slightly to me. "Excellent, Bella." He raised his hand up to the tall candles which were on the table and lit them with no wand. I was completely shocked.
"Wandless magic, my Lord?" He smirked slightly and nodded at me.
"Haven't you noticed before?"
Embarrassed, I shook my head. "Why not? I use it often enough." Quick reason… I look at him. "I'm usually concentrating on your face, my Lord."
He looked at me again and laughed. "You flatter me."
"Of course, my Lord, you're an importantly dangerous person." Voldemort chuckled again and sighed.
"I only wish that were the case, my beauty."
I frowned at him. "My Lord, none of your followers doubt you, and none of us ever will. I can assure you of that." He made a slight sound in his throat.
"What are you drinking Bella?" he asked. He had quite a few bottles out… "I'll have a glass of white wine please, my Lord," I said happily to him.
"Ahh, you're a white wine girl, hmm?" He sounded quite interested. He picked up one of the goblets and filled it with wine. "I was expecting you to have red wine."
I shrugged slightly. "I've never liked red wine, really. I always feel safer with white because it doesn't stain clothes."
He burst out in loud laughter. "I think you'd be the only person I know who would think that."
I smiled back at him, and then nodded. "Maybe, but there is a certain Malfoy who drinks white wine because it matches his hair."
Voldemort laughed for even longer that time. "Such wit, my Bella, such wit."
I was in complete heaven, he's such a wonderful person. He was there talking to me, instead of at me, and complimenting me, and laughing. Even Rodolphus doesn't laugh at what I say in a good natured way.
"You're sure your husband will not mind this?" Voldemort asked me as the food started to appear on the table. "Help yourself," he said on the side.
"Thank you. Master, does it matter if he does or not? You're our Master and Lord, and he cannot argue with you." That was true at least. I hoped he wasn't going to send me away in fear of what Rodolphus was going to do, or say. Luckily, the moment passed, and he didn't. I started to serve myself some potatoes and vegetables.
"I suppose not, but I do not want any trouble for you with him. Is he a good husband?" Voldemort actually cared?
"He's more a friend to me then a husband. You've seen the women he brings here, have you not?"
Voldemort nodded. "Usually blonde, I've noticed."
I smiled at him. "He begged my to dye my hair, but I refused. I could never be seen blonde, black is my colour."
With a smirk he takes a sip of his wine and nods. "I'm glad you didn't do that, I wouldn't have fancied you so much."
"My Lord…" How could I say this. He was looking right at me, and I was so scared he was going to laugh, or something, so I said it right out. "I have fancied you for so long… and now I'm here… It was so awful when we were walking the other day, and I wanted to tell you but I couldn't…"
There was silence for a while. He continued eating, then swallowed and looked at me. "I know." That was it. He knew, all along…
"You knew?" I said softly. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.
"Subtlety never had been your thing, Bella. I know more things then you'd expect."
I laughed. "I never doubt that, my Lord. You know I'd never doubt you in any way."
"Well that is something I can tell just by looking at you." With yet another smirk he looked at me and winked. "I have my ways, no need for you to ask."
I gave him one of my mock glares and continued eating. "Wasn't planning to."
He looked right at me with a raised eye brow. "That glare is so flirtatious, Bellatrix."
Oh, he worked that one out quickly enough… We continued eating for a while, and then he placed his knife and fork back on the plate, as did I a few seconds later. He then sat back in his chair and surveyed me.
"You know that things are going to be different for you now, don't you?"
"How so, my Lord?"
He sighed impatiently, and walked over to where I was, and sat next to me. "Bella, even if you did mess up the other day, you're still my most loyal, ever. And If you do know me well enough, you'll see that I never let that go unmentioned."
"My Lord…" I took his hand in mine, and then gently kissed him on the cheek. "I know… but I don't want a reward from you, because now… now you're more then my master. To me, at least."
Voldemort shook his head at me for a moment, then kissed me on the lips, passionately. "You're my lover now Bella…" He looked at me with a smile, and I looked back. It could have been the best dream ever. I flung my arms around him in a tight hug, and he did the same back.
"I remember there was a time, when we were walking the other day, when I was ecstatic over the fact you touched my arm," I whispered to him.
"Your face was priceless. Oh, and I love the way you elbowed Rodolphus out of the way so you could sit with me at breakfast."
I could feel myself redden slightly, but my make up would hide that. "You noticed then…"
Voldemort looked at me for a moment longer, and then smiled. "You're so beautiful… come." He stood up and held his arm to me. "The minions waiting outside can wait a bit longer, we're going for a walk."
I nodded, stood up and took his arm. "Don't you let yourself get behind on account of me, my Lord."
He raised an eyebrow at me as he led me down a small spiral staircase under a tapestry. "I can assure you I won't Bella. We're planning how to get the others out of Azkaban."
I glanced at him as we walked outside. He didn't look to angry about it, so I thought I'd suggest something to him. But I though I'd do it quietly and meekly.
"My Lord, I want to prove to you I can do this… put me in charge." So much for the meekness…
"Bella, I know you do." He steered me down the same path as we'd walked the other day. "But is that going to work? I can't let this one fail, not again."
I nodded and sighed. "Yes my Lord, I understand." There was silence for a while.
"I'll admit, I haven't considered any of this yet, it's never usually something I think on much." Pause. "And I suppose you're the best left here."
Haha! "Thank you master," I said flashing him my favourite smile, sly smile.
"And it wasn't just your fault…"
"Lucius wouldn't let me do anything, my Lord."
"I thought all of that. Officially, I need to blame someone and it's going to be you, Bella, but I do not hold the grudge against you personally or in the ranks."
Ha. I'm so good, I can get out of- oh my god… he's back… he just opened his outer door…
June 7th 12.01:
It wasn't him. It was some Death Eater looking for him. But, the strange thing is this Death Eater bowed to me… I mean, who did he think I am, Voldemort's lover?
Wait. I am Voldemort's lover.
Perks of the job…
Oh shit, he really is here now. More later.
June 8th 10:30AM:
Wow that was a nice night. He is so nice. He's still asleep, not surprising considering we didn't get to sleep until about… five…
And I'm wearing the Dark Lord's dressing gown. It smells really nice as well… I feel as though I have got the most power I can get out of him now, though me falling in love with him was nothing to do with that.
When I woke up, he was laying there totally gorgeous. And I mean that, his eyes were shut, the sheet draped around his waist showing me all of his upper body. That is something to look at in itself. He has a six pack.
A six pack.
What is with my luck? It's absolutely crap for fourteen years, then I fail one small thing, and wow, here I am again with everything I could ever desire...
A Dark Lord. That has to be the best one so far. I get him, and he's all mine (Mine I tell you!).
A super hot Dark Lord, as well. It's so wonderfully wonderful! I'm going to lay down next to him and snuggle. And smell his neck. And put my arms around him and cuddle him to death… and smell his neck some more. Why does it smell so nice? Even after a nights sleep? Is that natural?
Clearly it is for him.
Oh I just looked at him and he's laying there, and he looks so innocent with his eyes shut, his hair all messy and the fact HE IS NAKED AND HOT.
I am breathing. Of course. I am not insane. I have not spent fourteen years in a wizards prison for torturing the Longbottom's to insanity. Uh uh. What would make you think that?
What am I on about? Does anyone know?
I think he's waking up now. He just turned over slightly, and I have a nice view of his legs. Yes, I need to go and snuggle up with him now. I'll take this with me a write until he wakes up… he knows about the diary.
He tried to read it last night until he saw what I'd written on the cover, then he pretended to be very scared about what I might do to him. He can be so immature at times, it's awful. Still, that I can live with…
Ok, so I'm sitting up in bed with the book resting against my knees. He's still asleep.
Wait, I spoke to soon. He isn't. He just opened his eyes and looked at me with a smile. Ahh… he's so lovely…
He has his hand on my leg. The sucker… Wait…
10:50AM:
Back. He really does kiss nicely. He's having a shower now. I just had to lean over and give him a nice good morning kiss. And then of course, things soon progress so I was laying on him, literally in his arms. It was lovely… and he kept kissing me on the neck and on my face.
Of course, I let him. I mean… wow… wow wow wow…
I need a wee wee… maybe I should go into the bathroom have a shower with him… wait, he's calling me.
11:30AM:
Yeah. Well, I'm showered for the day. I mean… yeah… He's sitting at his desk writing.
It was weird though, I opened his wardrobe and there were some of my clothes in there. From before Azkaban. He wouldn't tell me why. He's up to something… but anyway, I'm wearing it all. There's a pretty black skirt, which is knee length and is very floaty with a silver trinket belt, and a loose black chiffon shirt. He says I look beautiful.
It was sweet how he helped me to get dressed, don't you think?
Not that paper thinks. You must think that I'm ma-
No. Not going there.
12:00 erm… NOON:
I love him. He basically told me he's going to… not telling yet. You'll have to read on. Wouldn't like to ruin the surprise…
I could feel his eyes on me, so I looked up. He was looking right at me, smirking. I was like 'what?'
"I was just thinking about something Bella."
"So why are you looking at me?" I asked him. It's amazing, I'm hardly scared of him anymore. Probably because I know he isn't always that mean.
"It's about you, beauty."
That appears to be my pet name now. I raised an eyebrow at him and asked what it was.
He just chuckled. "Not telling you yet, I am afraid… it's going to be very important for me and for you, and…" He trailed off looking back down. "Do you remember that time, ages and ages ago, when you were out on a raid against the order, and they attacked. When you were in charge that time."
I was like, what the hell…? But, I did remember, so I nodded.
He was like, 'Good. You did well.' He can be so random at times, as well as immature.
He must have noticed my confusion, because he smiled at me again, in quite a patronising way. He stood up and walked over to me, his arms found themselves around my waist. My stomach back flipped again…
"My Lord, really, what are you plotting?"
He just looked at me pityingly as if I was stupid not to see. Damned Dark Lords…
"If I were to ask you to be my second in command, what would you say?"
HE WHAT? SECOND in command… wow… LUCIUS MALFOY IS GONNA SCREAM WHEN HE HEARS THIS…
"I would agree with you, obviously." Well, I thought I was doing a good job of keeping the surprise off my face, even if he didn't. He chuckled again.
"We'll see, beauty, we'll see. This is a bit to far in advance for me to make you second when you've just messed up so badly."
Into his shoulder, I rolled my eyes. What he doesn't know won't ever hurt him, everyone knows that.
"But you already said it wasn't my fault."
"I said officially I have to blame someone, and it's going to be you. This promotion will be official, Bella. Think about it."
I just looked at him and nodded. I wasn't going to argue. Then, I thought I'd make him feel guilty, I looked at the ground like I was really upset. Sharply, I felt his fingers under my chin, and he tilted my face so I was looking at him.
"Hey," he said loudly with a warning glance. "I've told you I don't blame you, shouldn't that be enough for you?"
I look at him, and boldly and daringly (I thought) lean forwards and kiss his really passionately. After a while he pushes me away. "Is it enough, Bella?"
I nodded right at him, and added on a little yes for luck.
"Bellatrix Lestrange," he scolded. "Will you stop feeling sorry for yourself and kiss me again?"
I found myself laughing hysterically at his comment. Like he needs me to do that. I kissed him a few more times, until the door was knocked upon. He placed his finger on my lips, and listened for who it was and what they wanted. I smothered a giggle as he mouthed to me to sit down, which I did, and busied myself with looking important and innocent. Reading what he'd written.
He opened the door, but luckily the Death Eater wasn't asked in. They were talking for quite some time, which enabled me to read… everything.
He'd been basically writing down all the good things I've ever done for him, and all the bad things. There were a considerable amount of good things, and a few bad things, unfairly placed as well.
I mean, the time where I set my bed on fire wasn't my fault. I mean, the cigarette lighter exploded in mid flick. How was I supposed to know that it was all over my fingers? I would have burned my fingers OFF if I hadn't dropped the stupid muggle contraption. I was trying to be clever and prove to Rodolphus I could use one… Men.
Oh my god, and he's written about the time where I killed one of his informants at the ministry. I totally didn't mean to, it was my first task out with all the others, and this guy attacked me, not as much as I was expecting, so I killed him. Everyone went mental, him the most, even though I didn't know.
That was when the door shut, and he came up behind me and took the paper out of my hands. He told me it was classified information.
Neither of us mentioned the bed incident again. Thank the lord.
Second update. Please review, hope you all like it.
Excessivelycomplex.