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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Creative Collection
Character - Sirius, Paired Character - Bellatrix, Prompt - "This isn't going to work. I don't know why we keep trying; it never works."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Insane House
Word - Becoming - (Attractive)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Jewel Challenge
Emerald - Necklace: Write about the truth or a lie told by a lover
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: 365 Days
365: Item - hair scrunchie
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Character Appreciation: Write about hiding
Liza's Loves: Darkblade - Medieval!AU - Alt - Item: A diary
Count Your Buttons: "You know that we will.", Euphoria
Lie
Pairing: Sirius/Bellatrix
Warning for sexual content and Cousincest
This takes place during a time where I think Bellatrix might have been more innocent and sane. And in my twisted mind, this is the possible catalyst for her turning dark. Also, for the story's sake, they're the same age.
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Bellatrix frowns, taking her hair out of the navy scrunchie and letting the strands fly free as she shakes her head. "This isn't going to work. I don't know why we keep trying; it never works."
Sirius stared at her, his eyes devouring her appearance with appreciation.
She knew she was becoming, but his intent focus felt a little excessive and discomfiting.
"We keep trying because we want to," he finally says.
She crosses her arms, making her breasts look even more full. They are alone in the house. No one knows what they have been doing, their experimentation. Otherwise, they might not have been left without supervision of some sort.
As it is, all of the hiding and sneaking around is tiresome.
Bellatrix glances at her diary that lays so innocently on her desk. In it, there are details of everything she has been doing with Sirius: the kissing, touching, and promises.
Bellatrix bites her bottom lip. "I know. It's just…" She trails off.
Sirius cups her cheek. "What is it?"
"Sex is a big step."
"Don't you trust me?" Sirius asks, leaning closer to her.
"Will we love each other for the rest of our lives?" she carefully posits.
Sirius doesn't hesitate with his answer. "You know that we will."
Bellatrix nods. She can trust her cousin; she knows she can.
When their lips press together, and his hands fondle her breasts, heat goes straight to her core.
She writhes against him, moaning as her center grinds against his covered erection.
He tears his lips away from hers, his hand going underneath her skirt, dragging her soaked knickers away. His fingers smoothly enter her, his thumbnail lightly scraping against her clit.
Pleasure shoots through her body, and she yearns for more.
Sirius takes his hands off of her, quickly undress, and Bellatrix isn't given much of a chance to look at his body before he enters her in one smooth motion.
His thrusts are quick and erratic as pleasure mounts and soon, they both reach euphoria.
Bellatrix rests her head against his chest panting, and she knows she'll never forget this for as long as she lives.
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Bellatrix is anxious to see Sirius after their encounter, but he no longer visits her at home. When she tries to fire-call Grimmauld Place, he's never available.
She doesn't worry at first.
Then at Hogwarts, he ignores her. It's as if they never met.
And when she finds him practically mauling Marlene McKinnon in a corridor, that's the last stew for her fragile heart.
Her heart blackens as Bellatrix realizes Sirius has used her for his own selfish reasons. He took something precious, jet virginity, without caring about the consequences of his actions.
At lunch, she sits next to Rodolphus Lestrange, finally ready to hear about this Dark Lord he keeps going on about.
She no longer has Sirius; she might as well succumb to the normal Black legacy.
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