Written for Flying Lessons on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Prompt: (plot) someone bullying a member of your pairing

Beta: Checkmate-13

The wedding ceremony was a complete bore to Bellatrix. She would have preferred breaking into Ministry of Magic than sitting around and watching a blood-traitor wedding. Her companions were scattered around, waiting for the signal that was supposed to come in as a Patronus. Rodolphus and Augustus Rookwood stood opposite her and would occasionally glance in her direction, causing her to become annoyed. While no one would think this unusual because her disguise was as a beautiful young lady, there were a few suspicious people that could take notice. Bella's main focus was the ongoing wedding, or more importantly: Charlie Weasley.

His hair was shorter than it was before, and Bella grudgingly had to admit that she had liked it longer. The serious look on his face made her want to laugh, because it seemed that it was permanently etched across his face. Maybe it was the war that did that to him, and Bellatrix couldn't help but think what he must look like when he smiled. She silently scoffed at herself for her thoughts. She was the Dark Lord's faithful servant for a reason, and she was doing a poor job in showing it.

There was cheering as the bride and groom kissed, and Bellatrix couldn't help but smirk at the thought of ruining all this happiness. The music started to play and the people started to partner up and dance. Out the corner of her eye, she watched as Harry Potter and his friends slipped out of the tent. She resisted the urge to go after them and see what they were after. They had to wait for the signal before doing anything.

"Would you like to dance?" The voice was familiar, and Bella cursed inwardly.

There was Charlie with his hand out-stretched and she hesitatingly took it. While he didn't look suspicious, and it wasn't uncommon for people to turn down dances, she found herself not wanting to. She wondered what it would be like if there wasn't a war and they had met under normal circumstances. But it was stupid to even think that way and this was only part of the disguise. Or that's what she kept trying to tell herself.

He led her to the dance floor, and pulled her close so that his lips were near her ear.

"Hello Bellatrix." He murmured.

Panic surged through her as a delicious shiver went down her spine.

"How-"

"I've noticed in our previous confrontations that you have a beauty mark at the corner of your left eye." Charlie said, "I'm quite surprised you didn't think to hide that."

"I-" She stopped short. Bella had always noticed that beauty mark in the forty-four years of her life, because that was the only thing that told her part from Andromeda. Her sister had hers on her right. Of course a person had to be really staring at them to notice. Bella didn't bother giving him the reason because that was none of his business and she just allowed him to waltz around the room.

The room was filled with sunlight that was pouring into the large window. Two girls were holding each other atarm's length spinning around faster and faster. They looked almost identical except one had dark brown hair and the other black. They giggled and laughed, before letting go of each other and falling to the ground.

"Again!" The brown-haired girl said.

"But I'm dizzy, Andi." The other girl groaned.

"Come on, again!"

"Alright, alright." She said,getting up and pulling her sister with her..

"Bella! Bella! Bell-

Bellatrix blinked and looked up at Charlie.

"What is it?" She snapped, as she slowly took in her surroundings.

"Y-you zoned out for a minute." Charlie said slowly frowning. "Does that happen often?"

"What's it to you? The real question is why haven't you turned me in yet?" Bellatrix taunted. "Don't tell me you're smitten, Weasel."

The concern that Bella could see in his eyes vanished with a cold hard stare. "What are you doing at my brother's wedding? The Death Eaters are planning something, are they?"

"I'm might be curious about you, Charlie, but I'm still loyal to the Dark Lord and my lips are sealed."

He then surprised her by pulling her even closer to his body, and tilting her head up. She was confused at first at what he was doing, before realizing that he was leaning in for a kiss. Another surge of panic went through her and she shoved him away causing a handful of people to turn their way.

"What the bloody hell was that?"

"Just looking for a weakness." Charlie said coolly. "I'm not the only one who's smitten."

Bellatrix glared and opened her mouth to say something, when a blue light took over. A smirk graced her face.

"I would love to stay and chat, but this is my signal." She purred.

The moment the announcement was over, the Death Eaters attacked.

Charlie should have known that Ron and Harry talking about Lord Voldemort would bring trouble, the screams and the smell of fire proved his point. Not to mention that she was here, her crackling laughter could be heard throughout the tent with taunts and curses. It had made his blood run cold, but his heart beat with anticipation. Since the attack on Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, Charlie had become intrigued by Bellatrix. She was obviously mad and completely devoted to her Dark Lord, so much so that it sickened him. And yet, there was another emotion that he shouldn't be feeling. He couldn't figure out why she hadn't killed him yet, not that he wasn't grateful for the outcome. The two times that they had met ended with her pointing her wand at him, before leaving him alone to think about what happened.

Their last meeting, before this one, left Charlie remembering the look on her face when she was torturing the Death Eaters. She looked so lost and confused at the end, the haunting look she had when she looked into his eyes sparked something inside of him. He shuddered at the memory as he deflected spells and cast his own to protect the party-goers that were screaming and apparating to safety. It was down to him and a handful of the Order to stay and fight the Death Eaters. Pretty soon he'd have to go face-to-face with Bellatrix, and he didn't think he wanted to.

Charlie escaped the burning tent and continued the fight outside. Bellatrix and her allies were fighting against his family and friends. Fred and George had stayed behind with their father,fighting Crabbe, Goyle, and Rabastan Lestrange. Bill was off to the side, seeking revenge by dueling Greyback. Fleur, Ginny, and Molly were nowhere to be seen and Charlie assumed that they had headed to the Tonks' safe house or by the shore. Wherever they were, he was glad that they weren't here and it made him feel a little bit better about the situation. He raced ahead to fight along with his family when he was cut off by two men. He recognized them as Rodolphus Lestrange and Augustus Rookwood. Taking an involuntarily step back, Charlie brace himself for the oncoming curses.

"Isn't this the boy that your wife didn't kill, Rodolphus?" Rookwood asked.

"Would seem so." Rodolphus answered. "I thought that Snape was joking when he said that, Bellatrix isn't one to leave her victims sane, or alive."

"Well, I suppose we can finish the job." Augustus sneered. "Crucio!"

Bellatrix wouldn't have thought twice about the screams that echoed throughout the Burrow, if it wasn't for the fact that Charlie Weasley was here. Maybe it was that he had almost kissed her, or the fact that she was quickly losing her grip to sanity, but she cared what happened to him. Whatever the reason was, Bellatrix had to find him. Which wasn't hard once she heard the voice of her husband casting the Cruciatus curse over and over again. Sure, it could have been another victim, but Rodolphus would've already killed them. She made her way towards the trio and felt anger boiling within her.

"What are you two idiots doing?" Bellatrix hissed.

They turned to face her.

"We're finishing your job." Augustus said. "It's obvious that you've gone soft since the boy's not dead."

She glared at him and took a menacing step forward, "Excuse me?"

"It's pointless to argue." Rodolphus jumped in, recognizing the typical Bellatrix danger signals. "We're just teaching the boy a lesson."

Suddenly Bellatrix, got an idea, "Let's take him and keep him as a hostage in Malfoy Manor. We'll torture him until he gives us information about Potter. After all he is the older brother of Potter's best friend."

"And if he doesn't, we'll kill him." Augustus asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

Bellatrix shrugged nonchalantly, "Of course."