A/N: Again, I have no idea what this is. Just throwing caution to the wind and going with it. Because I'm a rebel like that. For the Slash/Femmslash BC (self control) and the Femmslash Project.

I.

Bellatrix means warrior, but Bella means beautiful. And she's exactly that. She is a fighter, so beautiful in the heat of battle, caught in rapturous bloodlust.

And what are you? Alecto. You are one of the Furies. You are not beautiful, and you will never be special. You are a bitter old bitch and nothing more.

II.

Your self control slips. You grab Bellatrix by the shoulders, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes widen, probably because no one has ever dared to lay a finger on her before.

"Teach me your ways," you whisper desperately. "Tell me how to be beautiful."

She easily slips out of your grasp, brushing off her shoulders and examining her dress as though you might have ruined it. Then, to your surprise, she touches your cheek, her slender fingers caressing your skin with an intimate tenderness you never would have believed she's capable of. "You already are, Alecto."