AN: Hello everyone! Look! Another exciting update. So, before you begin reading and end up hating me, I must explain. The first chapters of this very, very long story are going to be slow-going. I think it is important to establish a routine and really give as much context as I can so that the nuances of each character are clearly shown. Please forgive me, but that's just how it goes. That is why it is going to take three chapters to display Bellatrix's first day back at Hogwarts. I promise that after the next few chapters, the story will pick up the pace. I'm also considering changing the format after these chapters. Tell me what you think. Should I do it so that the sections pertaining to the same day are included in the same chapter, even if they're about completely different things and show unrelated scenarios? Or would you all prefer them to be separated by chapters? This is when feedback will really come in handy, but if I don't have a general consensus by the time chapter 6 or 7 rolls around, I'll just stick with my current, seemingly-random formatting.

But really, how many chapter titles can I come up with?

About this chapter. There's sexually explicit content, so please enjoy.

Chapter 4

That morning found me awaking to loud knocking on my door.

"What!" I screeched.

"I don't know how long it takes you to get ready, but you should get up now! You're going to be late for practice if you spend more than thirty minutes grooming yourself," Rodolphus called through my oak door.

"Fine!" I screeched, scowling. "Stay away from the loo!" I flung my covers off of myself and climbed off of my poster bed, casting angry, sleep-laden eyes about my Slytherin-themed room. My trunk, which had been unpacked the night before, sat at the foot of my bed. I slammed the lid shut, and then tried to remember where I had placed my things. Mumbling angrily, I Summoned my quidditch gear, then stuck my wand in my curly, wild, long hair and twirled it, effectively securing the long tresses in a bun. I flung open my door and stormed out, half-naked and still angry for being awakened at the ungodly hour of 5:30. I stalked to the door of the lavatory and opened it, relieved that Rodolphus had heeded my warning. Quickly pulling off my sleep things, I changed into my emerald and black gear and proceeded to do my daily routine.

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, taking time to maintain proper dental hygiene. Then, I stared into the mirror at my hair, and after adjusting a few stray tendrils, was satisfied. I would have to fix it after practice anyway. I stared at my face, decided I would do well to spell some kohl onto my heavy lids, and rouged my lips and cheeks.

"Bella!" Rodolphus called. "We have five minutes to appear on the pitch!"

"Bloody hell," I muttered. I opened the door after sparing my reflection one last approving glance, quickly walked to my room and tossed my things in, then grabbed my new broom, and ran to the door that opened out to the common room, wandlessly securing my shoes as I went. "Fuck," I said angrily.

"What," Rodolphus asked, having heard me. He opened the door and ushered me through, careful not to touch me.

"I hate being rushed," I said, swearing again, and running to the portrait entrance way.

He chuckled. "I didn't know if I should have woken you," he admitted.

I glared at him from the corner of my eye. "If you're going to do it, do it earlier next time."

He raised his eyebrows. "You're never very happy, are you."

"I don't have a reason to be," I muttered, having run out of patience the moment I woke up.

"And you're not a morning person either," he said, under his breath.

I glared again, then ran through the castle, anxious to be on time for the first practice of the season. I burst through the doors just as Rodolphus did, then straddled my broom and kicked off, floating high above the ground.

"Oy!" Rodolphus shouted, from below.

I cast a bewildered glance down at him. "Where in the bloody hell is your broom, Lestrange?"

"I'm not a nutcase! I put it in the shack like the rest of the team did! It's protocol!"

"Blast the protocol," I shouted down at him. I angled my broom down towards him and landed right next to where he stood. "Hop on! We have one minute!"

Rodolphus straddled the broom, sitting neatly behind me, and wrapped one arm around my torso, careful not to lean into me so that I wouldn't be thrown off balance. I rolled my eyes again, then, with his help, kicked off. Taking advantage of the high capabilities of my new broom (worth the purchase, I assure you), I leaned forward and angled us towards the pitch, throwing all my weight slightly up and out. We shot across the grounds, the wind whipping tendrils of my hair about my face. Rodolphus placed his other hand on my thigh, holding me steady as he leaned his weight forward as well, tightening his grip around my waist and pressing his firm abdomen against my back. I remembered suddenly that we used to fly together very often when we were much younger. Tightening my grip on the broom, I pushed away the strange feeling at the pit of my stomach and began angling the broom down as we shot out over the pitch, leaning back into Rodolphus as I did so. We hurtled towards the ground quickly and I brought the front of the broom up to slow our decline, turning us in a slow circle above the pitch as I did so. Below us, the entire team watched our descent, eyes judging Rodolphus' familiarity with my body. I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand away.

"You can get off now," I said waspishly.

"We're still pretty high up," he said, voice resonating in my ear.

I ripped his arm away from my torso. "We both know that you can make the jump. Don't make me push you."

Rodolphus laughed uproariously. "It was great flying with you again," he breathed into my neck. He chuckled quietly, and jumped off the broom, landing next to the other beater, Amador Yaxley. He Summoned his broom from the shed, and from where I was sitting, still above the rest of the players, I could see it shooting towards him until it landed in his outstretched palm.

"Bella!" called Lucius, who was standing in the center of the group. "Come on down! Nice of you to join us," he sneered.

The team was silent as I descended. They knew not to laugh at my expense, as my temper was legendary among the them. I lowered the broom until my feet touched the ground next to Bastien Mulciber, one of the other chasers.

"Well?" I said. "We can begin now. We only have two hours."

Lucius turned his stony gaze from me and addressed the group at large. "Actually, we will only be practicing for an hour today, as I want you all to have time to gather your bearings for school. It is the first day, after all." He smiled brightly as the team whooped and cheered, but I stood silently, unfazed. "The plan for today," he continued, "is to run drills with your individual task groups. Chasers will be working together, running fly-catch drills. Beaters will be weaving in and out, working on both offense and defense today. Please be careful, Yaxley, not to get distracted and let a stray bludger hit our keeper this time. Please. I will be working with Camila on keeping skills, so I will be using one of the spare quaffles from the shed. I expect this warm-up practice to be productive. We need to work well together so that we can win together." Lucius cast an appraising glance over the lot of us before his eyes landed on me. "Yes, Bellatrix?"

"I was just wondering how this will help you with your seeker skills."

"If you must know, I will be keeping an eye on all the operations occurring in the pitch today, as well as helping Camila with keeping. It's called multi-tasking. Surely you've heard of it."

I nodded, refusing to let him bait me.

"Alright! Disperse, team. Work hard! Except you, Bellatrix. We need to have a talk." Lucius turned to Camila, the newest member of our team. "Miss Boyle, surely you don't mind. I would like it if you joined Rosier and Mulciber for a moment while I talk to Miss Black."

The blonde nodded, then kicked off on her broom and soared over to where the other Chasers sat, passing the quaffle around to warm up their muscles.

Lucius turned to me. "New broom?"

"Yes," I said.

"You know we have a rule."

"Yes, I have to break it in before I play on it."

"And have you?"

"No," I responded nonchalantly.

"We have rules for a reason," Lucius said, eyes turning to steel.

"I know. I fully intend to break it in before I play on it. That's what practice is for."

Lucius stared at me for a moment, seeming to consider something. "I'd like for you to stay after practice to get more time in with your broom."

"Bloody- are you kidding me?" I yelled.

"I'm asking as your captain," he said, voice calm. "And I am also offering my assistance, in case you should want to fly like a seeker."

Immediately, my curiosity peeked. It was no secret that seekers were the best flyers. "Fine," I said, before hopping onto my broom. I kicked off forcefully, spraying him with turf as I rose higher, soaring towards my teammates. I immediately flew in front of the new girl, intercepting the quaffle that was being thrown to her by Rosier. I whipped past her with the quaffle tucked between my right arm and my body. "You gotta be faster than that if you want to play in the big leagues," I called over my shoulder, throwing the quaffle at Mulciber and zipping to my next position. Camila, a fifth-year who truly should have been sorted into Hufflepuff for how she was currently acting, was visibly shaken.

I felt Lucius zoom past me on his way to Camila. "Bellatrix," he yelled loudly, loud enough for the entire team to hear, "it's called teamwork! It's what we're working on today. Try it out and let me know how it goes!"

I saw Camila smile and resisted the urge to snatch the heavy bat out of Rodolphus' hand and bash a bludger towards her face. Instead, I looped around Yaxley and switched positions with Mulciber, who had passed the quaffle down the field to Rosier. "Standard practice, Lucius! We don't play with ghosts, we play with talented, agile witches and wizards who know how to steal a quaffle!" I shouted, bypassing Mulciber and intercepting the quaffle he meant to steal from me.

"Touché," Lucius said, before he flew with Camila towards the goal posts.

I rolled my eyes and commenced with practice, working up a sweat and building on my skillsets. Before I knew it, it was seven, and Lucius had called us into a huddle to congratulate us on work well done. The team dispersed, heading towards the castle. All were euphoric and pleased with their progress. Rodolphus lingered.

"Bella, are you heading up?"

"Can't. Apparently it is pertinent that I break in my broom today," I said, reaching up to re-secure my hair.

"Don't you have class at eight?" he asked.

"No, I have class at nine."

"So then you will have enough time for breakfast."

"Yes, that's the idea," I said, laughing.

He smiled briefly, before looking over my shoulder. "Good. Didn't want you to starve. Thanks for the ride earlier. Let's do it again sometime," he said smirking. He hopped on his broom and flew to the shed, where he would store it before making his way up to the castle.

Curious at his change in demeanor, I turned around. Lucius was heading towards me with an undefinable look on his face, and I quickly wondered if maybe Rodolphus was jealous. Before I could think about it further, Lucius had reached me and was engaging me in conversation.

"Saw you flying with Rodolphus earlier," he said. He looked into the distance and I followed his gaze. Rodolphus was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah, he needed a ride. I didn't want him to hold up practice," I said truthfully.

"He seemed very familiar with you," Lucius said, before indicating that we were heading towards the shed.

Confused, I faltered. "I thought we were flying?"

Lucius smiled slightly, before answering. "I want to see you try out one of the older brooms first, to compare flying styles."

Although I had the distinct impression that he was lying, I followed anyway, curious.

"So? He seemed familiar," Lucius said.

"Ah, that. We all flew together once, don't you remember? Fifth-year, when we began to get serious about quidditch."

Lucius nodded. "That doesn't explain-"

"Well at one point, he and I shared a broom," I said.

"That's it? You have nothing more to say?"

"We just know each other that way, Lucius. What do you expect me to say," I asked, pushing open the door to the shed. I didn't tell Lucius that Rodolphus and I flew together even after that night.

Lucius followed me in. "Nothing, I suppose."

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "Well? Which broom," I asked.

"None."

I turned to face him. "Don't waste my time, Malfoy. I have better things to do than play games."

Lucius smiled, and the golden light of the shed seemed to reflect off of his teeth. I carefully considered him.

"What are you doing," I asked, suddenly weary.

Lucius' eyes raged stormily, and he answered. "You kissed me last night."

My cheeks flushed. "Oh."

"Just 'oh?' Did you forget?"

"Truthfully, yes," I said, mortified to be caught in that particular situation.

Lucius' eyes gleamed hungrily and I felt myself becoming aroused at the look he was giving me.

"Let's remedy that," he growled, before grabbing my waist with his hand to pull me in. His face hovered above mine, and his mercury gaze peered at me.

I swallowed loudly, then reached my hungry hands up to entwine in his beautiful, flaxen hair. "Let's," I whispered, suddenly craving his touch, eager to consummate what had been so long in the making.

He quickly dipped his head in, capturing my lips with his own. The warmth spilled forth and I felt as if he had set my soul alight with the intensity of his passion. His soft lips pulled at mine tantalizingly, and I moaned softly into them, reveling in the way he swallowed the sounds coming from my mouth. I tugged lightly on his hair, and he growled, using his left hand to push my face closer to his. The raw fire that seemed to fuel him made him insatiable, and his hands quickly made their way down my body, grabbing my buttocks and pushing me against his warm, stiff member. I gasped, and he took that as invitation to probe my mouth with his curious tongue, flicking and exploring, and bringing me to heights I had only dreamt of. I reached a hand down and grasped his cock firmly, before leaning my head back and allowing him access to my throat. He nipped the sensitive skin lightly, running his lips over each bite, soothing it oh so sensually. Then, with one powerful lift, he hoisted me so that I sat in his arms, my clothing-clad pussy resting directly over his own member. He pressed me against the wall, then stopped, looking up at me.

"Do you want this," he asked hoarsely.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes," I said more loudly.

He rocked his hips into mine so that I could feel his excitement. Then, with one quick tug, he undid his pants. Still pressing me against the wall, he managed to undo mine as well, pulling the loose material over my shoes. He brought me lower, kneeling as he went, and suddenly, I found my naked cunt exposed to his hungry mouth. His lips slowly, tantalizingly approached mine, and he flicked his devilish tongue up the length of my quim. I moaned loudly, feeling that fire consume me.

"Lucius," I muttered softly, before gaining the self-control to undo my top. I ripped off my heavy quidditch gear and exposed my breasts to him. He looked up briefly, then prompted me to play with them as he tantalizingly worked his way around my anatomy. Moaning louder still, I grabbed his head with one hand and pushed it deeper into me as I rolled and twisted my nipple with the other. Still pleasuring me, Lucius used his strength to lower me to the ground, then continued to suck at my bud. I rocked my hips toward his face and struggled to keep calm. He held my hips down, then, with one hand, entered one, two, three fingers into me. I screamed in pleasure, begging him to continue.

"Lucius, please. I need it, I need it!"

"Mm," he mumbled, his voice vibrating erotically against my bud. He looked up, predation in his eyes. "Tell me exactly what you need," he said, voice rumbling deliciously against my pussy. He continued kissing slowly, before running his tongue along the length of my quim again.

I bit my lip and rocked my hips up again. "You," I whispered.

"Hm?" he asked, before looking up and smiling.

"You!"

"Mm," he muttered, lowering his head back down. He paused this time, then, catching me by surprise, used that treacherous tongue of his to sexually decimate me. He probed my opening expertly, flicking his tongue up and down, sucking on my bud as he went.

"Oh, Lu-" I mumbled incoherently, angrily. "Cock, COCK!" I yelled, feeling my eyes water at the intensity of the pleasure.

"Hm," he said, with that fucking smirk on his face. He leaned over me and held his face directly over my own while his masterful fingers pumped away inside me, denying me what I truly, rightfully deserved.

"Cock, cock," I begged, rubbing my bare breasts against the fabric of his shirt. My fingers reached towards the hem of the offending garment and I pulled it off him, bereft as he momentarily left my body.

"Cock?" he asked, smiling. He lowered his face toward mine, still pumping oh so slowly.

"Your fucking cock, Malfoy. Don't play games!"

I spread my legs out wide, then reached a hungry hand down and grabbed his large, stiff member and placed it at my opening. I looked up at him, a devilish glint in my eye. "Should I do the honors?"

The smile on his face promptly disappeared, and a look of voracious hunger replaced it. He grunted and moaned before nodding once. I slowly pulled him into me, sliding my tight grip along his shaft as I did. He moaned again, his eyes boring into mine.

"Damn it, woman!" he muttered forcefully, before thrusting fully into me and entering me in one fell swoop.

I groaned in ecstasy, my senses failing me as I tried to comprehend the pleasure he had granted me. My eyes clenched shut and my lips parted as I grunted again. I felt him grab my wrists and spread my arms out, denying me the right to touch myself. My eyes snapped open and I met his gaze. He smirked again, whispered something inaudible, then pulled slowly back.

"Oh," I moaned. "So-"

He slammed back into me.

"Good," I finished.

He lowered his lips to mine and captured them in a searing kiss that lit my entire being on fire, before continuing with that tantalizing, torturous rhythm. He pulled out slowly, then snapped forward forcefully.

When it had gotten to be too much, I wrapped my legs around his naked waist, limiting how far he could go. Forcing him to go faster, I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, screaming in ecstasy.

"Oh, bloody-"

He latched his lips onto my neck and sucked softly, thrusting away again and again and again, and I felt the pressure building.

"Lucius," I whispered. I moaned again. "I'm close!"

He lifted his head and met my gaze with his own. "I know," he said, before kissing me softly. His lips contrasted what was going on below, as he picked up the pace and thrust harder and harder until pain mixed with pleasure, and we reached rapture all at once.

I slowly put my clothes back on, avoiding looking at him. When I had finished, I checked the time and saw I had only twenty minutes to grab breakfast and make myself presentable. Thanking Merlin that the kitchens were on the way, I grabbed my broom and made to leave.

"Bella," Lucius said, stopping me in my tracks.

I swallowed heavily and turned around, expectant.

"This doesn't change anything," he said.

"I know."

"But it doesn't mean that it wasn't important."

"I know," I whispered.

He gazed at me intently, alabaster cheeks still flushed from our activity.

I stared back, until finally the question forced itself out of my throat and fell into the open space between us. "What changed?"

"I don't like seeing you with Rodolphus," he answered immediately, truthfully.

I resisted the urge to remind him that it was his fault, after all. Instead, I said, "I'm marrying him."

He nodded, quiet for a while. "I know."

The ensuing silence enveloped us, and I felt trapped by the burgeoning emotions and the weight of all that we could not say, despite the fact that we had just used our bodies to do so.

I swallowed loudly, again.

"I'm not going to cheat on him," I said, my voice turning to steel.

"I know," he said immediately, anger flaring in his eyes.

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "You seem to know everything, don't you."

I quickly walked to the door of the shed and pushed it open, flooding that place with light. The door slammed shut behind me, the only sound that broke up the heavy silence of my exit.

AN: Well? What do you think? Thoughts? Pointers? I haven't really published any smut, so I'd appreciate feedback. AS always, all R&R is appreciated.

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