July 4th; 6:15PM

Voldemort left me to change while he went downstairs to check everything was ready, and he told me to be ready for seven o clock. It was like, half six so I was good for time. I had my hair curled into perfect ringlets, half scrunched up into a messy bun, and the other half down. I was wearing a long black silk dress, with black lace all the way down the sleeves showing my skin underneath, and slits up to the middle of my thighs with lace covering them, so it wasn't to… skimpy. I felt really nice.

At seven, I went downstairs, and I was quite literally the centre of attention. There was a huge crowd in the room, and an even bigger one around the throne that Voldemort was sitting on. It had a canopy over the top, black and silver with the dark mark in emerald green on it. I couldn't see him for people around him, all talking and laughing. When they saw me approaching, they moved to one side. Voldemort stopped talking when he saw me, and I stepped forwards and knelt on one knee, my head bowed. He stood up, took my hand and pulled me up, then kissed it.

"You look beautiful, Bellatrix," he said with a hint of a smile. I curtseyed, noticing the robes he was wearing. They were very nice, thick black material lined with blood red silk, tight fitting at the top and touching the floor as the flowed out behind him. He was wearing a tux underneath, all black and my god he looked hot.

"Thank you, my Lord," I replied smiling at him. I 'accidentally' brushed against his leg with mine, and his eyes really widened, it was funny...

He held his hand up in front of him, which I took, placing my hand on top of his and we walked up the steps to his throne and the two chairs either side of it together, I was sitting on his right and Lucius on his left, with several other people either side talking and involving themselves in the conversation. It was insanely boring, until Rodolphus came in and rescued me, asking for a dance with me.

Voldemort's eyes were following me, but I started facing him, so I winked at him. He crossed his eyes for a split second, then looked back to Lucius and continued to talk. Rodolphus put one hand on my waist and held my other hand. "You look stunning Bella," he said as we started to dance. There were loads of people around dancing as well, but I knew there would be more when those vampires arrived.

"Is Shell coming tonight?" I asked him.

"Yes, she'll be here in a minute. You don't mind, do you?" he replied. Looking at only me, I must add. I could tell he wanted to be dancing with me.

"No, it means I won't have to feel bad when I'm flirting with all the hot vampires." We both laughed.

"Lets hope the Dark Lord doesn't notice." He didn't seem to bothered about the fact the Dark Lord would notice indefinitely…

"Oh, he will, but he's already told me he's going to be dancing with the Queen of the Vampires, or whatever she is. I know I'm going to hate her either way." I shrugged and kissed him on the lips, annoyingly just as Shell walked it. Rodolphus quite literally went pale and went over to her, and kissed her very passionately on the lips. I was pleased to see her dress wasn't as nice as mine, and it was deep blue, not as classy as mine. It made her look fat. I turned around sharply when she looked at me, and went and sat back down, smirking horribly at her.

She's so jealous of me. I'm married to Rodolphus, and I'm second in command, and I'm the Dark Lords lover, only she doesn't know that bit. Yet. She'll be even more jealous when she finds that out…

Voldemort looked at me after a while, and held his hand out once more, and proclaimed in a loud voice that he would dance with his second in command before anyone else. I stood with him, and walked slightly behind him, with almost everyone staring at us. I had to be careful not to meet his eyes, because I would have ended up snogging him or something…

"God Trixy, you almost had me going when you entered. That was your best entrance yet," he said giving me a half bow before the dance started. I curtseyed right down to the ground, and stood up, one hand on his shoulder the other holding his hand.

"Do you like my dress then?" I asked him. I'd hidden it from him, this was the first time he'd seen it.

"I love it, it's so sexy with those slits on it…" He was trying not to look as if he was interested in what I was wearing, but he was. "Is there anything nice underneath it?"

I glanced around. There were still people watching us. "Maybe," I replied devilishly. "We should sit down, the Vampires will be arriving at any moment." We bowed once more, then went and sat back down. I nearly tripped over my train but luckily I was holding Voldemort's hand so he stopped me. We sat back down, right as the Vampires arrived. They were all wearing long ball dresses, in varying shades of black, grey, purple and red, vampire colours, and the men were wearing long robes which were all in purple, red and silver. None of them looked very queen like, apart from the last on that came in. She was distinctly important, she carried herself upright and perfect, she had very long dark blonde hair which was dead straight, and was dressed entirely in silver, a long robe like dress with ripples of red through it, very thin faint ones which glittered like real, fresh blood. Voldemort stood up instantly and kissed her hand, and she bowed her head back to him.

"Lord Voldemort," she said in a low voice. "I am pleased to meet you, finally." I wasn't finding her too stuck up which was amazing. She didn't have the stuck up… vibe to her.

"Queen Adala, it is a pleasure to have you here at last," Voldemort replied, and then turned back to me and beckoned me forwards. "This is Bellatrix Lestrange, my second in command," he said when I was stood next to him. She bowed her head to me, and I curtseyed, though not as deeply as I should have, but she'd live with it. God, her eyes were bright green, they really stood out. Voldemort was quite literally transfixed with her, it wasn't until he realised I was next to him that he snapped out of it.

Adala beckoned to the man next to her, he was very tall, slender with quite long black hair tied back by a leather cord, and was wearing purple robes with gold instead of silver. He looked important. "This is my second," she said in her stupid foreign sounding accent, "Frexster Orlando." Voldemort and I both bowed our heads, and Frexster bowed to us.

"An honour, my Lady," said Voldemort. He beckoned for her to sit on his left side, and I was seated on his right again. "I must ask you, will you be at the next Dark Alliance meeting?"

Adala nodded. "I have recently offered my services and, yes, I shall be at the next meeting."

Voldemort seemed quite pleased with that. I wish I could go to those meetings, but only the leaders of each group can go. And Voldemort can't tell anyone except his Inner-most circle the result of it.

Frexster randomly asked me to dance with him. He was gorgeous, but nothing compared to Voldemort. This time when I got up to dance, Voldemort wasn't in the slightest bit interested in who I was dancing with, let alone the fact I was dancing without him. He had that look on his face he always has when he's listening to me, sort of interested, but not in what you're saying, in what you look like. He was doing it to her. I could have screamed.

This Frexster guy had a really heavy accent, it was almost French or Spanish sounding. Same as her. He smiled at me, and I diverted my attention back to him.

"You are stunningly beautiful, Ms Lestrange, it is such a shame that you are married," he said, one hand on my waist very gently.

"I was forced to marry my husband, sir, we do not live together as man and wife, but as good friends," I replied, with a smile. "And you sir?"

"I am not married, nor do I intend to be as of now, at least not for a while. My Lady is in constant need for me, I have little time at present, though I could make time." He didn't seem too fussed about that.

"Ah, yes I do know the feeling. I am with the Dark Lord everyday, all hours." Quite literally. I doubt he got what I was saying though.

"The Queen herself is looking for a suitable match. She wants an heir to her throne, but someone who will be an ally to the vampires and join two forces," he said, and I noticed he was watching me very closely.

"Is that so?" I said, pretending not to be too bothered though I WAS. "Who is she currently interested in?"

"Ah, the Queen does not tell anyone such things, even I, though I have been thinking that she was very interested in coming here tonight, maybe it is your Master," he said shrugging. "Ms Lestrange, how would you feel if the Dark Lord were to marry my Lady?"

I didn't reply for a moment, but I spun to give myself time to think. Trap..? "I would not like it, Sir, and I think that you would not approve either." I looked right back at him, and he smiled.

"You know more then you let on, Ms Lestrange. No, I would not, and she knows this. Adala would marry for love, but we need an heir, and we think it must be a vampire she marries," he said softly, glancing up at Voldemort who was still looking at her in that way I love so much.

"Why so?" I was curious to get as much information out of him as possible.

"We would prefer to have a pure vampire born into being a King or a Queen, to make him or her as strong as possible. You would not like to be married to someone who has unclean blood in their veins, it is the same for us, we do not want an heir who has any non vampyric blood in their veins," he said with a serious expression on his face. He really meant what he was saying.

"I can tell you care a lot for your heritage, sir," I said as sweetly as possible, not trying to make it obvious I was trying for information.

He smiled in return. "My heritage, and my Lady. I have feelings for her no one knows of, though she does.. We do not speak of it often. I have known you for all of twenty minutes, fair lady, and already I know you have feelings for your Lord by the way to watch him, is it so?"

I looked across to Voldemort, and sighed. "How could I not, look at him. He's perfect, to me," I replied. He must have seen me looking, because he came over. Frexster bowed to him, but Voldemort completely ignored him, and held out his hand to me, which I took. He led me over to the corner of the room. He looked… mad…

"Did you know she wants to marry me?" he hissed. "Has he just told you?"

I looked up at him. "What? She asked you?" I asked, my mouth wide open. I looked over at her, and she was dancing with a vampire. I could tell she was very much in love with him by the way she was looking up at him. Oh my god. Why couldn't she just marry him? Blood not pure enough?

"In as many words," he replied. "The only way I can say no without offending her is… to say I'm already married." He looked at me. "Or getting married, Bellatrix." It took me a while to get what he was aiming at, but I did.

"So, you want us to pretend to be getting married?" I asked, hardly believing he wanted us to ACTUALLY get married. He shook his head.

"I should have done this a while ago, Bellatrix, I love you and I want to be with you forever, and even if it's not like me to want to get married, recently I've wanted to." Oh my god. He had such a look of pain on his face. Like he really didn't want to be saying it, but at the same time did. "Marry me, Bellatrix." The way he said it was like an order, and one I wasn't going to disobey.

"Yes my Lord," I replied with a small smile. He glanced over his shoulder, then kissed me softly on the lips.

"Good girl, I would have hated to have to kill you for disobeying me." He winked, then turned back and walked over to the Queen. Whatever really. And surprisingly, Rodolphus managed to tear himself away from Shell and came over.

"What are you looking so happy about, Bella?" he said almost not wanting to know what had just been said to him.

"Dolphus," I said, "He just asked me to marry him."

Rodolphus Lestrange was quiet for the first time in his life. "I take it you said yes."

"Oh, it was an order I couldn't disobey, my darling." He smiled at me.

"I'm going to ask Shell if she'll marry me." He paused, looking at me. "I didn't want to ask you for a divorce but… Now, things have changed." I looked at him, and hugged him.

"I could never have asked for a better friend then you Rodolphus Lestrange, or a better husband." I was almost crying. This was like goodbye for us, or it felt like it. Obviously it wouldn't have been. He gently rubbed my back.

"Oh, you as well, my beautiful Bellatrix," he said softly in my ear. "Well, the Dark Lord's beautiful Bellatrix."

"Oh, we both know I was always more the Dark Lord's then yours." I grinned, and stepped back from him, seeing Shell hovering nearby. Dolphus smiled at her, and held his arm out to her, which she walked towards, smiling at him first, then at me, though I noticed it had shrunk slightly…

"Shelly, Bella has agreed to a divorce, want to marry me?" It was said so casually I was amazed. When he proposed to me… Well, it was full on, on one knee. But that was because both our families were there. 'Shelly' (Euw) looked at him first, then took a step towards me.

"Bella," she said in an amazingly sappy voice. "Are you sure?" She obviously doesn't care if I'm sure or not. I gave her my 'I'm better then you' smile.

"Oh yes, I'm getting married again as well," I replied in a conversational voice. Stupid blonde woman…

"Wow," she gushed (I really wanted to kill her at this point), "Who's the lucky man?" Oh that is so unbelievably false…

"Oh, he's over there." I beckoned in Voldemort's general direction. He nodded at me to go over to him. "Oh look, I'd better go, he wants me." I smiled sweetly at 'Shelly' and winked at Dolphus. When I got over to Voldemort, and walked around him, looking back to Shell and Rodolphus and smiling at the look of shock on her face. Voldemort smiled at me, and put one arm around me, gently around my waist.

"My Lady," he said, "I am getting married to Bellatrix sometime soon."

Adala nodded, she didn't look that bothered. "Oh course my Lord, I understand. I hope that we can still have a strong relationship together."

"I would also hope for the same. If we are a good alliance together we will be unbeatable." Adala nodded.

"I hope we also remain good friends," she replied with a smile. The man next to her whispered something to her, and she nodded. "I have been asked to dance, my Lord, I do not think I could possibly turn that answer down." She smiled at us, and then turned and walked to the middle of the dance floor with the one she'd been dancing with before.

Voldemort turned and looked at me, and I felt my stomach lurch. He put his hand on my waist and kissed me on the lips. That was the first time he had done so in public and I was amazed. He hugged me tightly, and lifted me up a bit to kiss me some more. "I have never felt this way before, Trixy," he said.

And that's when he knelt in front of me.

Seriously.

On one knee.

Everyone went quiet.

He spoke.

"Bellatrix Black, will you marry me?" he said in a very loud voice. He was looking at me, unsmiling.

"Yes my Lord," I replied quietly. He took my hand, and stood up, then kissed it several times, keeping his eyes on my face. I smiled at him and kissed him passionately on his lips, ringing my arms around his neck. He smiled at me then shook his head. "You have a certain disregard for the rules of not kissing me in public," he said softly as people started to talk again.

"Hey, you started it," I replied. He smiled.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this now Bellatrix, there'll be all sorts of teasings going on from the werewolves now, especially Fenrir, along with all of our other allies." He paused. "That means you'll be able to come to our meetings now because you're the Dark Lady and not my second. They have a thing about seconds being invited." He looked at me, and kissed me once more. "The more I think about this, the better it is. I'll take you to buy rings tomorrow, and you can have whatever you want."

I looked at him. "All I want is you."

He looked down at me, and smoothed my hair back off my face. "Did I tell you you look stunning tonight, my beauty?" he asked me, leading me off the dance floor over to his throne, which he sat in and beckoned for me to sit next to him.

"Yes, I believe you did, my Lord," I replied smirking at him. "So does it mean that I am all yours now?" I asked him, setting on hand on the arm of his throne. He looked at me, and placed his hand on top of mine with a smile.

"Yes. All mine." He gently ran his fingers over my knuckles watching them carefully. "Every single beautiful thing about you is all mine. Scared?" he said grinning.

"Of you?" I smiled sweetly. "Of course I am, my Lord." He laughed loudly.

"The day that happens won't be for a while," he replied through his laughing. I just smiled sweetly at him and squeezed his hand.

"I used to be petrified of you, my Lord," I said softly. He turned to look at me once more, with a small smile. He brought my hand up to his lips once more, and kissed it.

"I am very glad that is in the past tense, my Lady," he said quite loudly.

My Lady…