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Sirius was pacing around anxiously for ages, waiting on his cousin. His uncle truly had a beautiful manor, and the Christmas Eve ball was being held as per usual in their manor. Many pure blood families all of which Sirius could not stand were invited and of course, everyone turned up. Druella and Cygnus were playing the perfect hosts, everyone had champagne in their hands, and everyone was dancing. Pure bred families were unalike to other families that Sirius deemed normal. In fact, his family, alongside the Malfoy and Lestrange families were the most abnormal families he could think had ever lived.

Sirius stood to one side, not bothering to make conversation with anyone. All of those his age were Slytherins anyway, and the few he particularly hated including Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange were looming some distance off. Lucius was a pompous looking boy, his white blonde hair slicked back and icy blue eyes. Rodolphus Lestrange was characteristically good looking according to pure blood standards. His hair was a dark brown and his eyes matched, he was particularly muscular, Sirius could only guess he got it from the sheer amount of exercise he always saw Rodolphus doing by the Black Lake on the school grounds when he was in the forest with Remus, Peter and James.

Lost in thought, he was suddenly brought out of that vision when he caught site of his cousin. He had to admit she looked beautiful. Her hair was half pinned back and she was donned in a long, dark green silk dress. Sirius could make out the high, spiked stilettos under her dress as he couldn't yet take his eyes off her. No one, thankfully, had noticed. Her lips were a dark red as se flashed her father a smile as he pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering something in her ear, probably telling her that she looked great, which of course he had to agree with.

No sooner had his eyes met hers and he was about to walk over, than Rodolphus Lestrange walked to her and pulled her out for a dance. Everyone knew they were betrothed to one another. Bellatrix had told her cousin many times in confidence that she didn't care, that she would marry him because her father wanted her to but that she wouldn't every like him more than a friend, to which Sirius responded with 'a friend you let between your legs, sure.'
Noticing his cousin's gaze was still on him, he watched as she leant into Rodolphus slightly saying something into his ear with a slight grin. A horrible feeling came over Sirius as he couldn't help but wonder what Bellatrix was telling him. He only had one other option as he noticed how her grip tightened on Rodolphus's shoulder and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Of course, it was all for show, and Sirius knew it. Her mother and father had tightened their grip on her with 'keeping up appearances' as they called it, and so she was forced to act on the story they had set out for her life.

"May I?" Sirius said suddenly stepping in front of Rodolphus as the song changed and everyone applaused at all those who were dancing and the band playing, who grit his teeth ever so slightly at him. Bellatrix let go, and Rodolphus gave a curt nod. Sirius instead took her hand and her waist, gripping his cousin and pulling her in tight. This was the only time he would probably be able to find out what he wanted to know from her, and he wasn't wasting any opportunities on it.
"Well, well," She said quietly, her dark eyes on his, "I'm surprised you still remember how to dance."
"Of course. You think my mother would let me forget such a thing?" he said calmly, moving with her, their bodies close.
Bellatrix said nothing, instead letting him lead, "So," he continued, "What do you know?"
"About what?" she asked innocently.
He tightened his grip on her hand and waist to which she couldn't help but inhale sharply at, "You know about what." He whispered sharply.
"Ah, about your little... Problem." She said calmly, digging her nails into his hand and gripping him tightly.
"It's not a problem until you make it one," He said, "Will you?"
Bellatrix paused, "I'll keep your secret cousin. If," she stopped as he dipped her.
He brought her back up, "If?"
"If you show me." She said, as they continued dancing, nearing the end of the song.
"What?" he said, unable to hide his shock.
"You heard me. Show me. Then I'll keep your secret."
"If you haven't already seen, then how did you know?" he asked, remaining quiet as they moved around the ballroom.
"You're a smart boy, figure that out for yourself," She answered, pressing into him ever so slightly more. She smirked a little at his silence, moving away from him as the song finished and yet another round of applause found all of those dancing. She leant back into him for simply a moment to press a kiss to his cheek to whisper, "I'll be in my room." She moved back, faking an innocent smile as she said this time aloud, "Glad you still know how to dance."
Before he could say anything, she walked away from him, turning her back on him and picking up a glass of champagne one of the waiter's was holding on a tray, before walking out of the room.

He had a choice to make but before he could even decide, his father walked over, "nice to see you weren't sulking in the corner for once. Keep it up, boy." He said as he handed him a glass of champagne, "how about her next? Malfoy's youngest daughter. Granted she is a couple of years younger than you, but you would make a good couple."
Sirius looked over at a young blonde girl. She was extremely slender, beautiful no doubt but he was hardly interested, "Father," he said, gulping back the champagne in a few very unmannered gulps, "I won't be seen with a blonde pure bred brat and there is nothing you can do about that." He handed his father back the glass, ran his fingers through his dark hair and gave his father a nonchalant look that told him he clearly didn't give a flying fuck before turning and following his cousin out of the room.