[Bellatrix/James] The lyrics are from Running Away by Fuel.
Everyday you're on my mind
Pain is feeling passing time
.oOo.
He looked down at the sleeping form of his soon-to-be-wife, tracing her soft features with his eyes - the supple curve of her cheek, the gentle upturn of her nose, her plump lips parted slightly on a breath. He pressed his lips to her temple, drawing away from her slowly.
He hated himself for doing this - for doing this to her - but, somehow, it wasn't enough to bring him to stop. He wasn't sure if anything would be, by this point.
Being as quiet as he possibly could, he dressed himself and left their bedroom. She didn't stir once.
.oOo.
The graveyard was completely deserted by the time he arrived - there was no doubt it would be; very few people felt the need to visit the dead in the darkest hours of the night. He shivered in the cold night air, regretting having left his scarf, but he would warm up soon enough.
She always arrived exactly six and a half minutes after him - he assumed she waited for his arrival and timed it exactly, though he would never mention it to her - and so he didn't worry when five minutes had passed with no sighting of her.
When the seventh minute ticked past, he felt the vague tingling of worry forming in the back of his mind, but still he waited.
By the tenth minute, that worry had taken over his mind, and it was all he could do to remain still.
On the thirteenth minute, she stepped out of the shadows - no tell-tale sound of Apparition; she had been waiting - walking over to him as though she had just arrived.
"You waited," she said, and he couldn't quite detect the emotion clouding her tone.
"Of course. Anything for you." He smirked, instantly pushing aside the worry of the last few minutes. She was here now.
"Not quite anything," she whispered, mock sadness distorting her features.
"Bella," her eyes narrowed slightly, "Bellatrix, you know I can't."
"I think you could," she whispered.
"You know I can't. I love her," James insisted, pulling Bellatrix towards him.
"Then what are we doing here?" she asked, as if this were a sudden revelation to her.
"I love you, too," he whispered into the shell of her ear.
She grinned, more teeth than anything - a look that would have worried him from anyone else; a look that should have worried him from her - and her eyes darkened as she looked up at him.
"That's all I needed to hear," she whispered; distantly, he noticed the predatory tone, knew he shouldn't be ignoring the alarm bells it set off, but he was long past caring. Once Bellatrix had ahold of you, there was no escaping.
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He was always very careful, when he returned home, to hide any evidence of these meetings. Healing charms and salves had become second nature to him since this had begun, and he deftly applied them to the bite marks and bruises that adorned his body.
He slipped back into bed with Lily, pulling her towards him and inhaling the honey scent of her shampoo.
He would do everything in his power to protect her from this.
.oOo.
But if she found out about you she would die
And if I have to live without you so would I