- Day 62 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Obsessive
- The Emotion Challenge: Overwhelmed
- Potions Club - Streeler: Write about someone leaving a trail of destruction behind them.
Pairings/Characters: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Word Count: 401
Heart of the Ocean
All my friends tell me I should move on, I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song.
There was no shortage of drama in Rodolphus's life since he met Bellatrix Black.
He'd always known that she was deranged. When he first spotted her on the platform in their first year, there was something about her glittering black eyes and her mop of wild, unruly black hair that piqued his interest. When he was Sorted into Slytherin after her, he was ecstatic—and not just because that was the house that was expected of him. It was because he would be able to be close to her.
As the years went on, he witnessed her destructive personality. She went through friends like a pebble through a flock of birds; constantly rushing into relationships and then breaking them down and destroying those in question when she grew fed up with them. Her words were sharp and cutting, yet silky and smooth at the same time.
She barely paid attention to Rodolphus until their sixth year, and when she finally noticed him, he felt overwhelmed. It scared him initially, as he had watched her for years—how had she been able to take him by surprise?
In front of their friends, Bellatrix was cold and distant to Rodolphus. But when they were alone, her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts on his skin and bruises on his neck. She made love to him obsessively, passionately—and when it was over, Rodolphus was left physically aching for more.
His desire for her only amplified as time went on, and he craved her even more so when it became clear that her interest in him was waning. He saw Bellatrix like the ocean; constantly moving, constantly changing. He tried his best to keep her at his side, witnessing all that she continued to destroy.
He watched as Andromeda was crumbled beneath her and abjured from the household. He watched as she lessened Lucius to a quivering mess of a boy when he came to ask Narcissa's hand in marriage. He watched as she scoffed at her father when he suggested that she and Rodolphus hurry up an engagement.
And finally, he watched as she disposed of him. He begged and pleaded with her, but it was futile—her waves were shifting northwards towards the Dark Lord, so her heart wasn't with Rodolphus anymore.
Rodolphus wondered if it ever was.
