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Hello, ten minutes later we have a second chapter! WOOT!

Okay two more songs I listened to while writing this part:

"Sparks Fly" Taylor Swift, off of Speak Now.

"Just a Kiss" Lady Antebellum, off of Own The Night.

"Tell Me Why" Taylor Swift, off of Fearless.

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Sunday morning was a gray morning with the threat of rain. Bellatrix sat in the common room on one of the black wing chairs. Her focus was the transfiguration essay she had sitting at the two person table. She tapped her quill on the table, letting her eyes wander. It was 10:00 and Rodolphus hadn't shown up since breakfast. Bellatrix pulled her legs up underneath her, returning to the essay.

It was about 11:30 when Rodolphus climbed in through the portrait hole. She glanced up as she heard it swing open. He grinned at her, crossing the room to sit at the same table as her. Bellatrix returned her attention to the essay once more as Rodolphus pulled out his homework, starting on it. He cleared his throat fifteen minutes later and she ignored it, still scribbling on her parchment piece. She ran her free hand through her hair, sighing and setting her hand back on the table. She felt Rodolphus's finger start to draw patterns on the back of her hand. She yanked her hand away and set it on the arm of the chair.

"Bellatrix." He said softly, as his fingertips touched her cheek.

"What do you want? I have a two thousand word transfiguration essay to finish, and I've only got around si-" Bellatrix snapped her head up to find that his face was inches from hers. She trailed off in her words getting mesmerized by his eyes, which were a camouflage green. His fingertips rested on her cheek and she felt a shiver go through her as the slid down to her jaw line.

"12:30, the lake. The lights will guide you." He said, pressing a kiss on her forehead before leaving. Bellatrix was speechless as he left through the portal hole and Narcissa pranced up.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Narcissa squealed. "You were totally ignoring him, and then he started to play with your hand, and you pulled away, and then he stood up, and touched your cheek, then you snapped and then you two were like inches from each other, and then I could have sworn he was gonna- Oh my gosh!"

"Cissy, it was nothing."

"Nothing? Bella, are you crazy? He likes you!"

"No he doesn't Cissy. Be quiet." Bellatrix blushed, returning her gaze to her transfiguration essay. She couldn't focus though, and she found herself wanting the time to fly by faster. She glanced at the clock in the common room willing the time to go faster. It was only 11:50. She kept writing, but every now and then her gaze would drift to the clock. Narcissa had returned to her friends who were whispering and pointing at Bellatrix.

Finally, it was 12:20. Bellatrix packed up her stuff going up to the girl's dormitory and brushing out her hair. She headed down to the common room, ignoring the stares of everyone. She stepped out of the portrait hole, hurrying up the stairs, and to the entrance of the grounds. She stepped out heading towards the lake. She found a candle sitting on a flat rock, with a note that read The lights will guide you. She shivered as the air got colder, and looked up. She could see little lights going down the hilly side of the lake. She followed them, as each one burnt out as she passed it. She stopped where the lights stopped, at a small shaded clearing. She stepped into the clearing, and found a blanket with Rodolphus sitting on it. She smiled and sat down next to him.

"Hey." She said softly.

"Hey, you." His lips twitched up. "How's everything?"

"Great." She said softly, as his eyes caught hers. She remembered the kiss from last night, and the way her skin tingled from where he had touched it, and she shivered. "And you?"

"Better now that you're here." He began to play with a piece of Bellatrix's curly hair. He leaned in closer. Every thought in Bellatrix's head vanished. She had never been this nervous around Rodolphus before. Usually he annoying, and rude, the guy she got mad at the most, and her best mate, but she had never thought of him like she had since he kissed her the first night of sixth year. Maybe he had thought differently from her before sixth year, like the time he had her against the wall in third year and she had ignored it. She would admit, she may have been leading him on from the beginning, flirting with him, but that was when she only knew him as Rodolphus, her best mate, not anything more. She fought herself on the inside, and finally had a truce, to see how she felt about him after. She leaned in, leaving an inch, for him to either chicken out, or go through with it.

His camo-green eyes glowed with happiness as he filled the distance, pressing his mouth to hers. She closed her eyes, moving her right hand to run through his hair, as her left rested on his shoulder . Thunder boomed overhead, lightning flashing through the air as rain began to pour, pummeling them, even though in the trees. He let her lay down on the blanket, laying slightly on top of her, he traced patterns on the area around her exposed belly button from the way her shirt had ridden up. Bellatrix broke away first, catching her breath.

"That was your first snog wasn't it?" He asked her.

"Yeah. It wasn't yours though." She glared at him, remembering him intertwined with the Ravenclaw girl.

"It was the first one that had meaning behind it. And felt like that." He smiled at her. It wasn't only her who felt that spark between them. He reached over to push aside a stray lock of hair. "It's pouring. We better go inside." He stood up offering her his hand. He pulled her up, and laced his fingers with hers. They walked back to the castle together, sneaking back in through the doors and back to the dungeons. The portrait hole swung open with the password Lumos. They both stepped in, their clothes soaking. As it swung shut everyone in the common room turned to look at them. Narcissa was open mouthed when she saw Bellatrix's soaking clothes and her fingers intertwined with Rodolphus's hand. Bellatrix glared at them all and they turned back to their conversations, whispering softly between themselves. Bellatrix let go of Rodolphus's hand as she headed towards the dormitories. She turned at the top of the stairs and saw him looking at her.

"I still have a transfiguration essay to do." She smiled at him reassuringly. She got to the sixth year dormitory and opened the door, grabbing her bag off of her bed. She changed into dry clothes and started back down the steps, heading towards a two person couch that she was going to claim for herself. She pulled out her essay and began to work, everyone's eyes on her.

Rodolphus came down the stairs right as Bellatrix looked up. He gave her a small smile then walked over to his friends. She got back to work, but fifteen minutes later, Rookwood, a seventh year she despised strutted over to Rodolphus. She could smell the firewhiskey on him from where she sat.

"So look at who got the eldest Black sister to open her legs!" Rookwood bellowed clapping his bear paw of a hand on Rodolphus's shoulder. "Way to go!" Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at Rodolphus.

"Don't talk about her like that." Rodolphus snarled.

"I'll talk about whoever I want to, whenever I want to, about what I want to! And I heard you bet with Avery that you'd seduce her by the end of the year! We all know you've wanted her since you've met her." Rookwood snapped. Rodolphus stood up pulling out his wand. He pointed it to Rookwood's throat.

"Say another word Rookwood and you're going to wish you could have done more things with your mouth." Rodolphus snarled. Rookwood's eyes flashed with terror, and he shrunk away. Rodolphus sat back down at the table, writing like nothing had happened. The common room went back to it's soft chatter. Bellatrix returned her attention to her essay, hurrying so she could move on to her Defense Against The Dark Arts homework. She was finishing her essay when Rodolphus walked over. "Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked avoiding her gaze. She shrugged and went back to writing.

He sat down next to her, but it being a rather small couch, she landed practically in his lap as he plopped down. She narrowed her eyes at him, scooting away, half in his lap and half out. She regretted wearing a skirt that day. Rodolphus was sitting at her left, so his right hand was free since he wrote with his left. He drew small patterns on the three inches of her thigh that was bare. She finally finished her transfiguration essay, and stuffed it in her bag, and pulling out her half-complete DADA homework. She felt Rodolphus shift closer to her, and she scooted as far away as the couch would allow. Continuing to write, she had begun to ignore Rodolphus's pattern making, until she felt his fingers intertwine with hers. She shook them off, like someone would with a particularly sticky substance. He grabbed her hand and she looked over at him with raised eyebrows.

"Belle." He said innocently and kissed her hand, like he did on the train ride to Hogwarts first year. She yanked her hand from his grasp.

"Don't do that. It creeps me out." She glared at him, once again, focusing on her homework. She managed to finish her DADA homework before his antics started up again. He scooted closer, leaving her no room. She glared at him. If he wanted to play games, Bellatrix could play games. She scooted herself into his lap.

"Happy now?" She asked him. She was finally done with her homework, but he was still working on his DADA homework.

"Much." He grinned at her, setting his homework aside. He looped his arms around her waist. Bellatrix was relatively short, so she was only an inch taller than him, whilst sitting on his lap. He pressed a kiss on her throat. She noticed everyone was staring. She lightly shoved Rodolphus away.

"You better work on your Defense homework." She said coolly, getting up and joining Narcissa at a table.

"You look swamped Cissy." Bellatrix remarked.

"No kidding. Slughorn just assigned us a one thousand word essay on what potion is the most useful to us. And McGonagall has us reading and fixing old Transfiguration essays." She said as she read over an old essay.

"I can help you with Transfiguration." Bellatrix said, grabbing the two older scrolls from Narcissa. She read them over, and wrote down their flaws on a piece of parchment, and then titled the parchment COPY. She began to doodle a cat on it, grinning as it turned out well.

"Done!" Narcissa grinned. Bellatrix handed her the two parchments and the Copy paper. Narcissa took it and quickly detailed on the things Bellatrix had pointed out. "Thanks Bella. You're the best!"

"No problem, that's what sisters are for." Bellatrix smiled, until she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.

"Hey, Bellatrix, can you help me?" Rodolphus said coyly, Bellatrix could feel his chin on her shoulder. Narcissa glared at him.

"No one wants you here Rodolphus. Go away." Bellatrix said calmly.

"Are you sure, Bella? I can be very convincing about what you want and don't want." His lips were pressed against her ear lobe and she shivered. Narcissa shook her head, and walked away, joining Andromeda, who was staring worriedly at her. Bellatrix shook her head as her middle sister began to raise her wand.

"I'm sure, Roddy. I don't want you here. You drove off my little sister."

"Mhmm…" Rodolphus said, kissing her jaw line. Bellatrix did like the fact that Rodolphus wanted her, but she didn't want him to flaunt it in front of everyone in Slytherin, and her little sister. She pushed him away, walking out the portrait hole. He caught up to her in a few strides. He pulled her into the nearest broom closet pressing her against the wall. She rolled her eyes, shoving him off of her.

"You're being a little too dramatic." She said leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. "I think you've emotionally scarred Narcissa."

"Hasn't she seen your parents kiss?" He asked, his face inches from hers. One hand was pressed into the wall and the other rested on her hip.

"Our parents had an arranged marriage. They didn't really get to know each other, and they didn't show much affection for each other either." She glared at him. "That's what's going to happen to me. I'm going to be forced into an arranged marriage, probably with Rookwood, or Avery, and then there won't be any spark."

"Spark?"

"Like… Like how it feels when you're around me, and vice versa. Especially when you've kissed me twice before." Her dark eyes were focused anywhere his face.

"So why haven't your parents considered me?" He asked softly, playing with a strand of her dark brown hair.

"You're from France. Even though you go to Hogwarts you aren't on their list of possible suitors." She sighed her gaze returned to his eyes. He pressed a soft kiss on her mouth, for only a second before breaking away. It killed him how much more she wanted to kiss him, but he wouldn't do that to her. "I love you and all Rod, but I know this will end badly for both of us. You'll probably marry a French girl, and we'll still owl each other, but there's only a spark with each other, and the only way that will stay is if we get married, which is highly impossible." His green eyes were darkened with sadness. "I don't know what we're supposed to do."

"How about we just make the most of this year, and the next, and then we can say, that the time of our lives was in sixth and seventh year." He weakly smiled at her. She kissed him before he could say anymore, but she knew he could feel the warm tears slide down her face. He pulled away, wiping her tears away, holding her close to his chest, soothingly stroking her hair.

Bellatrix and Rodolphus both couldn't bring themselves to the fact that they would be over in a year. Stolen kisses were what went down between them when they thought no one was watching. In a desperate attempt one morning, he ran to the Headmaster's office. He knocked three times and the door opened revealing a spiral staircase. He ran up it, stopping in at the last step.

"Hello Rodolphus Lestrange! How are things?" Dumbledore smiled at him his grey roots showing from underneath his auburn hair.

"Professor I need to borrow your floo." He said.

"Why would you need to do that?"

"To prove to a girl's parents that I'm the right one for her."

"Ah, I see. A task in the name of love. Feel free to m'boy!" Rodolphus stepped over to the fireplace, picking some green dust out of the urn.

"Black Manor!" Rodolphus shouted throwing the floo in and stepping into the fireplace. Everything spun and Rodolphus stood in a drawing room. A middle-aged witch came in the drawing room.

"Hello! May I ask who you are?"

"I am Rodolphus Lestrange. I come from the Lestrange family, a long line of pureblood Slytherins. I am in the same year as your daughter, Bellatrix."

"Oh, so you've come to talk about Bella. Cygnus!" She called and an older wizard apparated into the room.

"What is it, Druella?" He snapped. Rodolphus saw where Bellatrix got her temper. Cygnus turned to Rodolphus. "Who are you?"

"This is Rodolphus Lestrange. He's a pureblood who's come to talk about Bella." Cygnus narrowed his eyes at Rodolphus who lifted his chin up.

"Sit." He commanded calmly. Rodolphus obeyed sitting down at a chair opposite the couch Cygnus was sitting on. "So you've come to talk about Bellatrix." Rodolphus nodded. "Bellatrix is our eldest daughter. How old are you boy?"

"I'm in sixth year with Bellatrix, sir."

"Ah, sixth year, a time for broom closets, Eh?" Cygnus laughed. "So I suppose you've come to talk about something in particular so go on."

"Sir, I've come to talk about marrying your eldest, brightest, and most beautiful daughter, Bellatrix. In the history books, the Lestrange's and the Black's the two most influential family's in Europe have not combined yet."

"But, boy you're only sixteen! Why would you want to talk about marriage at such a young age?"

"I've known Bellatrix since first year and she's despised me. I've loved her since I first set eyes on her and her first words to me were an insult. She told me about how her family is planning marriages for her and her sisters and I know it would kill me on the inside if I wasn't the lucky one to marry her."

"You don't mind if I go into your mind, do you son? I want to see if what you say is true."

"I don't mind."

"Leglimens!" His first train ride at Hogwart's, the feelings he got when he first saw Bellatrix. Her insulting him, and being rude, but he never left her side. The unsettling feeling he got when she told him in third year that he was her best mate, and then ambushed him with snow balls, him chasing her through the corridors, and having her pressed up against a wall, and wanting her. His bet with Avery. His dumb idea to snog a Ravenclaw girl, just to get Bellatrix's attention. His exhilaration when he went for a broom ride with her, and the daring idea to kiss her. The two getting caught by McGonagall. His planning that went into the kiss out by the lake. The feeling he got when he had been inches away from her face. The way everything came into focus when he was kissing her. His anger when Rookwood insulted her. The flirting on the couch, and him trying to get her focus by kissing her. The broom closet. The disappointment when he found out she had an arranged marriage. The longing in the first kiss. The way he said to make the best of the next year was half meant. When he told her he loved her, and her eyes lit up. The second kiss, where he broke away to wipe away her tears. The stolen kisses in the common room, when they thought no one was looking.

It was over. Cygnus stared at the boy sitting across from him. The boy loved his daughter, and would lay his life down for her. He respected that. "So. Broom closets." Cygnus grinned at the boy. "Welcome to the family Rodolphus." He saw the boy's eyes light up. "You have my blessing to marry Bellatrix."

"Thank you, Thank you so much sir. It's okay if we surprise her with this right?"

"I won't tell a soul."

A/N

So if you've read "Here We Go Again", you'll know the next chapter, but it's been edited.

The next chapter won't be up till next weekend because I have to work out some more kinks!

I'll try and get back to Sparks soon!