AN: Sorry guys for the horrendously late update. Please don't lynch me! I was planning on having this uploaded around Halloween...obviously that didn't happen, as I ran into an inspiration blocking wall of concentrated writer's block (wow, that was a mouthful to write). So anyway...I really liked the way this chapter played out in my head...but written down I actually hate it. I think that this may possibly be the worst chapter yet (in my opinion anyway) Another reason for the late update is, as you might have noticed from my profile, that I've moved from Ireland to Qatar. Which means: new school, new system, new friends and new dilemmas. So yeah, please forgive me? *smiles hopefully*

Chapter 7

Bridezilla

"Look Bella, it's really not so bad." Narcissa looked up from where she had been picking at her lavender bridesmaid dress.

Bellatrix stood in the centre of the room, fists balled and eye twitching. "I look like the fucking sugarplum fairy!" she hollered.

In a way she was right, she did look like something off the top of a wedding cake. No pun intended. Her dress was a huge frilly blob of white, complete with little lavender coloured roses, glittering sequins and jewels.

Andromeda sniggered. "Oh Bella, I think it really suits you! Especially since lavender is your all time favourite colour."

"And don't forget the white, Andy! The colour of purity and innocence!" Narcissa smirked.

Bella fumed, "I am not wearing the fucking huge white piece of shit! I refuse to!"

Now it was time for Andromeda to smirk, "Alright, don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm sure Rodolphus would be more than pleased if you didn't wear it." she waggled here eyebrows suggestively causing Narcissa burst out laughing.

A deep and threatening growl rumbled in the back of Bellatrix's throat. " I refuse to get married in this!" she said, pulling out her wand from one of the many folds of her dress.

"Put your wand down Bella." Narcissa hissed, whipping out her own one.

Bella's lip curled in disgust as she pointed her wand at her chest. "Noirtus." she growled.

Narcissa's blue eyes widened in horror. Bellatrix's fluffy white sugarplum fairy gown morphed into deepest black, making her look more like the angel of death than anything else. "Bella! What did you do?" she shrieked.

"Not everyone wants to be the princess in a fairytale, Princess." Bellatrix leered.

"For Merlin's sake Bella! It's your wedding day, pull yourself together! There is no way in fucking hell I'm letting you walk down that isle in black!" Narcissa slashed her wand in front of Bellatrix in a rather violent manner and the dress turned back to its original colour.

Black.

White.

Black.

White.

Forwards and backwards is how it went until finally, finally Aunt Walburga trotted in - wearing (can you guess it?) lavender coloured dress robes. "My dearies, my dearies! I see you're all ready to go." she looked appreciatively at Bellatrix's – now white – dress. "Tip-top line up, ladies." she dragged a scowling Bella to a spot right in front of the two double doors, jammed the puffy bouquet into her hands and pinched her cheek. Narcissa and Andromeda slid up behind, smirking at their sister's facial expression. With a pudgy wave Walburga disappeared into the other room, and then, only moments later, the two tall doors swung open revealing about three hundred pureblood aristocrats standing and staring with expectation written on their faces. Bella didn't move a muscle. Narcissa gave her sharp poke in the back, forcing her to take an involuntary step onto the isle. From somewhere above them music started, and Bellatrix had to fight the urge to make a dash for it. Yet she held her head high, not intending to bring shame on her and her family's name (ignoring the fact that she's already done so on many other occasions). The procession was shorter than Narcissa had expected and before she knew it Bella had stopped dead at the front causing her to nearly bash into the 'glowing bride', and Andromeda to hastily shove her to the top right pew.

Throughout the marital ceremony of her older sister, Narcissa regularly felt the urge to whack her over the head with a frying pan. And leave a considerable dent. Bellatrix was being the most unenthusiastic, unappreciative and unladylike bride the British Wizarding Society had ever seen. It was painful to look at. But what was worse, was that Rodolphus was trying so, so, so hard to keep a smile on everyone's faces, including his wife's.

Even after the ceremony, during the grand, lavender reception.

"Such a happy couple, don't you think?" Lucius smirked as he and Narcissa slowly turned on the dance floor. The pair of them had been cracking up about dear Bella's hilarious facial expressions all day. And poor Rodolphus had pretended to be completely oblivious. He was currently trying (and failing) to encourage his wife to at least try a piece of the wedding cake – she, however, was having none of it.

"She should at least try it." Narcissa said, "Just to humour him."

"In all of my years in knowing Trixi I have never once see her humour anyone. She's all about herself. Poor guy."

Narcissa sniggered, stretching to look over Lucius's shoulder at the newly-weds. "Wouldn't be surprised if he's dead by the end of the week."

"You sure you don't mean by the end of the day?"

This sent the blonde girl into a mad fit of the giggles. "When he thinks he's gotten her drunk enough and tries to climb into bed with her – that's when he'll die."

Lucius sighed, "No man is capable of out-drinking your sister..."

Narcissa's head snapped up, "Don't tell me you and Finn...?" she let the question trail off and hang in the air.

"Fourth year was ever such a fun year." He grinned down at her, " We had to skip two full days of classes and training. 'Course we couldn't go to Pomfrey with such major hangovers, but Bella, well, she was up and running the morning after." There was a short pause as he started off into the distance dramatically, " Such a blow to our egos, I tell you. Finn looked like a stumped crup."

"You two are unbelievable!" Narcissa laughed as Lucius twirled her.

"I know, and you love us for it." His warm breath tickled her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine. "Mmmmmm...that cake smells so nice"

"Don't try to resist my charms, Blondy. I know you love it." He whispered, his words ghosting across her cheekbone.

The music of the party was only a muffled sound as the two people hurried through the deserted hallways of Villa Lestrange, stopping only occasionally to let each other's hands roam.

"In here." Lucius growled, turning the doorknob of one of the guest rooms. Him and Narcissa stopped dead in their tracks, eyes wide with their mouths still frozen in a grin; startled by Maddy's hysterical shriek as Finn, flushed and mumbling, jumped away from her as the door opened.

Lucius was the first to break the shocked silence, "Jeez, you two," he drawled, "get a room, will you?"

"We're in a room, you fucking plonker!" Finn hissed, obviously not too pleased with being interrupted mid-snog. "Now run along, and get your own room." He paused for a second, "We're, um, busy here."

A giggle escaped Narcissa and as Lucius slammed the door closed on his best friend, she burst out laughing and let herself be lead down another corridor and into a small, dark room.

In the meantime; while her sister was having lots of fun with her boyfriend on the other side of the villa; Bellatrix was sullenly wondering how long it would be before she died. In her opinion, it couldn't be soon enough.

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