Disclaimer: Moldy-Shorts, my husband, Sevy-Poo, my bit-on-the-side, and any other characters created by the immortal JK Rowling are definitely NOT mine - although that doesn't mean I can't play with them a little... every once in a while...
A/N: After the third review asking for me to continue with a sequel, I decided I simply could not keep my avid readers waiting! Of course, you must forgive me - I did the first part months ago, so if this chapter does not do it justice, I apologise to all who must endure my endless drabble!
A massive thank you to all those who read the first part, and in particular those who reviewed: thatfallingstar, HalfBloodPrincesa, TalaDentro, serenityselena, imatruenut, mooree, and most of all to FirstLaugh-LastTears, who very graciously gave me the inspiration I needed in the review she gave me!
Anyway, enough of me - let the story... COMMENCE!
After a long week of celebrations held by Lord Voldemort, who had successfully defeated Harry Potter, the conversation that had led to the inevitable death of Potter returned to him.
Much deliberation went into Voldemort's idea, and after a rather sleepless night during which he utilized a mirror to help him find the best way to propose the idea to Bellatrix, Voldemort finally found the best opening with which to have this 'sex' with Bella.
"Bella."
"Yes, milord?" Her smile, if perhaps a little manic, was attractive enough - if Voldemort were the kind of man willing to look.
"Come with me. I request your... assistance in a little project of mine." If Bella's smile were any wider, it may have fallen of her face, grown whiskers, and starred in Alice in Wonderland.
What kind of Dark Lord would Voldemort have been if he hadn't have thoroughly researched what Potter had told him moments before his mind had imploded?
Many nights, one would have found Voldemort in his private study, pouring over tomes and books - even those with the taint of Muggle on their pages - to better know the unknown - 'sex'.
From a book of Love and Lust Potions for the Inexperienced to a strange fictional series called 'Twilight' - in which Voldemort frankly could not understand nor fathom why an immortal vampire with vast Legilimency powers would be attracted in the least to a clumsy Muggle - Voldemort read it all. He even had Severus' assistance in procuring a strange picture box that Muggles had created, and in which they stored many of their own adventures in life (In fact, it was eerily similar to a Pensieve, without all the dizzying side-effects).
After a particularly harrowing memory - dubbed 'The Notebook' - Voldemort had finally decided to act.
"Milord?" Bella asked, mystified, as the pair graced the entrance to the Dark Lord's private quarters.
"Disrobe, Bella. You are going to assist me in an activity I believe is called 'sex'." Bella stood there in shock.
"Wha-what? What was that, Milord?" She asked incredulously, her breathing having accelerated drastically - to the point where Voldemort was concerned that she had no idea what sex was.
"Sex? Do you wish to have it? With me?" Voldemort sighed a little too dramatically - perhaps he'd read the Twilight series too many times (in order to understand it better, of course). "According to Potter, it is meant to be pleasurable - I wish to test this theory."
Bella suddenly snapped out of it, the manic spark in her eyes once again gleaming (almost reminiscient of Albus Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes). "Of- of course, Milord! I am honoured!"
"Hurry up, then, Bellatrix, we don't have all day. After all, your husband may arrive at any time, and, according to my research, may act rashly in order to spare your innocence."
Bella hurriedly stripped down to her bare essentials, a slight blush alighting her cheeks at the thought of pleasing her Lord in such an intimate way.
The Dark Lord looked her up and down disdainfully, and sniffed. "You'll do." Apparently, a body such as hers should have elicited a physical reaction from him, and so it had... barely. It seemed he was well out of practise.
Now, the next part - he himself needed to do the stripping. With a quick flick of his wand - no, not that one - his robes flew off, to land in a neatly folded pile by Bella's crumpled clothes.
A gasp from Bella made him look up, almost self-consciously.
"Milord! You are... well... Milord!" It seemed Voldemort had reduced her to monosyllables with his appearance alone. According to his research, that was a positive reaction.
"Come here, Bella." She came - no, not in that way! - her eyes fixed on his derriere as he turned to move toward the bed. With Voldemort's snake-like hearing, he could hear Bella's heart accelerating by the second.
Voldemort mentally repeated Potter's words to himself, mentally preparing himself for the strange new endeavour.
"Being that I am new to this, Bella, I expect you to teach me well." If Bella's heart was fast before, it was now supersonic.
"Yes, Milord!"
"Yes, oh, yes, Milord!"
"Oh, Bella!"
"Oh, Edward-I mean, Milord!"