A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Eboni J. Donahue for her suggestion of the evil, twisted, Bellatrix Lestrange. This, I think, is a lot different from the others, but I thought that it fit with Bellatrix perfectly.
-My First Kiss-
Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black
My first kiss was not unexpected in the least.
I was a demanding teenager, things either went my way... or I'd make them go my way. My methods became much more effective my 4th year when I joined the Dark Lord.
That year, I wanted something... a boyfriend. But no, not ANY boy, only certain boys would reach the standards of Bellatrix Black.
He had to have short hair, preferably blue eyes, have status in the school, respect me, and above all, know his place and how to keep his mouth shut.
I found a boy like that; one of the infamous Marauders. The only problem: he would never date me.
It took me four days before I found the answer.
I followed him one night, creeping through the shadows. When he stopped, I pulled out my wand. "Confundus" I whispered.
I watched the spell hit him and make his body stiff and straight: the body of a mindless soldier under my command.
"Come here" I commanded. He turned to me and marched over. I smirked in amusement.
"Kiss me" He did. His lips were warm and soft. His presence wrapped around me.
"Go now, I'm done with you for now" I told him after he pulled away.
I watched as Peter Pettigrew walked back to his Common Room.