I dance on a wire
I don't want to fail her

She's lost in the darkness

Fading away
I'm still around here
Screaming her name

She's haunting my dreamworld

Trying to survive

My heart is frozen

I'm losing my mind

I'm trying to reach her
I feel that she yearns

~Within Temptation, "Lost"

Bellatrix hurriedly ran up the staircase, knowing that her lord was waiting in his study room, anxious to be there on time. She knew she was late –perhaps not that much, but most definitely later than usual- , but it had taken a great deal of time and effort to convince Narcissa that she would be fine and that she should let her go to her master. She couldn't blame her; if Bella found out that her sister was pregnant, and there were possibilities that the baby was the Dark Lord's, probably she would have panicked and tried to keep Narcissa at the safety of her home, away from every possible danger. Bellatrix was actually surprised that Narcissa had acted so calmly throughout the whole pregnancy thing, and she was most thankful for that. But now, now she should clear her mind from any thoughts regarding the baby, the pregnancy test and all the incidents that had taken place before her arrival at the Dark Lord's manor, for her own good. The very last thing she wanted was lord Voldemort to find out that she was pregnant; thankfully, since it was merely a few weeks since she had first found out that she was pregnant, after feeling sick in her bathroom, back at her manor, there was no danger for her secret to be revealed, since there was clearly not a baby bump yet. All she had to do was keep her mind closed and focus on other things.

When she pushed the large wooden door open, expecting to see her master sitting behind his desk, as usual, she froze at the sight of her husband writhing in agony on the floor, screaming silently, his hands grasping helplessly on the thick carpet underneath him. She took her eyes away from his shaking form, only to see lord Voldemort standing next to the abnormally large bookcase, pointing his wand lazily at the writhing Rodolphus, a cruel expression spread across his face. Once he noticed Bellatrix, he lowered his wand, causing Rodolphus's torture to temporarily cease, focusing his eyes on her. "Bella, you finally decided to honour us with your presence," he acknowledged in a hissing voice, twisting his wand between his long, pale fingers.

"My lord," Bellatrix whispered in a barely audible voice, "please forgive my being late, I-"

"Enough, Bella," Voldemort hissed, silencing her, and shortly after he turned his attention back to Rodolphus, who was struggling to get on his knees, desperately trying to gather what dignity he had left. Bellatrix hovered, wondering why on earth her husband was there, and what could he possibly have done to be getting tortured again. She didn't bother to feel sorry for him, but standing there, watching him like this, definitely wasn't the most pleasant thing she could be doing. As if reading her mind, the Dark Lord turned to her direction and smirked slightly. "Trying to figure out why your precious husband is getting punished, are you, Bella?" he asked, ignoring Rodolphus's small groans of pain from the corner of the study room. Bellatrix didn't reply, knowing that, if she didn't want the Dark Lord to realize anything about her current state, what she had to do was remain silent, no matter what, if she didn't want to blow the truth about the pregnancy up. This wasn't too hard, after all; after the night her lord had kicked her out of his manor, she wasn't sure about how to behave around him, and, thus, she thought silence and obedience was what he preferred as well.

"Bella, I asked you something," Voldemort hissed, taking a few steps closer to her. Bellatrix nodded while keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, since she wasn't sure about how he was going to react today. "Do you want to know?" he repeated, his hissing voice making Bellatrix shiver. "Yes, master," she replied quietly, before turning her gaze to the shattered Rodolphus who was now once again on his back on the carpet, trying to catch his breath after his previous punishment.

"Do you know how disrespectful you husband has been today?" Voldemort asked her softly, his wand pointing threateningly once again at Rodolphus's figure, "Do you know what he told me, when he arrived here after I had summoned him?"

"What, my lord?" Bellatrix questioned, now unable to hide the curiosity that had started to build up in her, already feeling angry at her husband who kept infuriating their master over the last weeks. She wanted to know what Rodolphus had done to once again anger the Dark Lord.

"He told me, Bella, that I shouldn't dare touch you again, my dear, because he is your husband, and I have absolutely no right on you, and therefore should stay away from you," Voldemort replied with an amusement smirk on his face, now measuring Rodolphus's reaction to his words. Bellatrix immediately turned her head to look at him, somehow thinking that all this was a joke. How dared he? How dared he insult the Dark Lord like that? He, he was nothing in front of her master, and yet… She abruptly came back to reality as she reminded herself that she was supposed to be supporting her husband through all this, and she mentally screamed to herself to stop before throwing any insult she could think of to her husband.

"You don't believe me, do you, Bella?" Voldemort chuckled darkly, and turned to the whimpering Rodolphus. "Rodolphus, why don't you reassure your wife?"

"I did!" Rodolphus managed to spit, despite the agonizing pain he was obviously in, struggling to somehow sit up so he was not lying pathetically on the floor. This shocked Bellatrix, who didn't know what to do, but stand there, waiting for the Dark Lord to say something to her disrespectful husband. However, the one who spoke next was not her lord, but Rodolphus. "She is my wife, mine!" he said angrily, making Bella freeze where she was standing, her eyes opened wide in shock. What was he saying? Any objection to the Dark Lord was a downright insult to him, but he, he wasn't simply standing up for himself; he was insulting their master, and claiming Bella as his own, as if she was his pet! This time she couldn't stop herself, she opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Rodolphus, who seemed to have even more to say. "You won't touch her!" he growled , mustering all the strength he had left, daring to look straight into Voldemort's eyes, who, to Bella's surprise, didn't look upset at all. On the contrary, he seemed rather amused, his cruel smirk never leaving his face, patiently waiting for Rodolphus to finish "standing up for Bella".

Bellatrix, fed up with what was unfolding in front of her, turned to her master, silently begging him to say something, but, before anything else could happen, she was suddenly slammed against one wall, her head banging against it with a loud thump. Everything happened too quickly; she didn't have time to even feel the pain from her collision with the wall, she only heard Rodolphus gasp as a muffled groan escaped her lips, but was soon silenced as Voldemort's lips crashed on hers. She wasn't expecting that, so her reactions were triggered automatically; her hands instantly flew to hit him as if they were not guided by her, but he easily caught them and trapped them against the wall, not allowing Bellatrix to move. His tongue penetrated her lips, pulling her in a rough, demanding kiss, before she could realize what was going on. Everything seemed like it was happening miles away, like she was simply watching all of this, but she soon felt the pain exploding in the back of her head, caused by her crashing against the wall. She didn't mind though, for she was focused on what was going on at the moment. A muffled moan escaped her lips as Voldemort kept kissing her, and she heard Rodolphus yell something, but she soon realized that her husband could not move, for he obviously couldn't grab his wand to do anything to pull them apart. She felt her hands being released, so she immediately wrapped them around her lord, without caring about Rodolphus, without caring about anyone but her master. Voldemort loosened her leather corset, ignoring Rodolphus's yells and threats, and threw it on the floor, then occupied his hands with undoing her dress as well, while he kept kissing her violently.

Bellatrix, in a sudden moment, remembered her husband's presence, and her eyes snapped open as she felt her dress getting ripped open. She wanted this, she wanted her master, but not in front of Rodolphus. She wanted to be alone with the Dark Lord, and she felt extremely uncomfortable with her husband watching. She tried to push Voldemort away slightly, struggling to make him realize that she wanted to tell Rodolphus to leave, but he didn't seem to care. His lips broke apart from hers and travelled lower to her jaw line and neck, kissing roughly, and this time she could not stop the soft moan that escaped her lips as he did so. Bellatrix felt her dress drop on the floor in a pool around her feet, and she realized she was only in her underwear, kissing with the Dark Lord, in the presence of a shocked, desperate Rodolphus. She was caught between pleasure and awkwardness, and she couldn't bring herself to decide if she should let herself enjoy it or resist.

After a few seconds, Voldemort let go of her hold on her, causing her to fall on her knees because of the sudden lack of support, as previously she was being held against the wall by him. Voldemort grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her up on her feet, and she did not resist as he did so, ignoring her husband's renewed threats and yells. As soon as she regained control of herself and was able to stand properly, he let go of her and ordered her to take her dress, go to his bedroom and wait for him. Bellatrix turned around to Rodolphus, whose eyes were wet and wide open, trying to keep her face from revealing her excitement. Now, everything was temporarily forgotten; her husband, her pregnancy, everything. "Bella, don't go!" Rodolphus pleaded, laying still on the floor, unable to move, probably because of the spell Voldemort had casted on him after torturing him. She turned to her master, who was now glaring at Rodolphus. "Bellatrix, do as you're told," he ordered coolly, and Bellatrix nodded, eager to leave the study room and get to be alone with him. "I'll be there in a few minutes," he added.

The last thing Bellatrix heard as she left the room was her husband's cries of pain, as he was once again under the cruciatus curse. "He deserves it," she muttered angrily, as she practically ran to her master's bedroom.

A.N/ I updated! *receives excited applause and bows*

Well, I don't like this chapter. For some reason, I don't. But I like the part where poor Rodolphus gets all embarrassed. And I like Bella/Voldy moments, so, there will be more Bellamort along the way, hopefully. But, I feel that Rodolphus just doesn't get embarrassed enough, so I'm planning on a chapter where poor Rod will regret the day he was born. Spoiler pretty much? Oh well… XD I don't know, maybe I'm a sadist. Who knows?

Anyway, I hoped you liked it, I'll try to update as soon as I can! Reviews are love!

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