I do not know what went wrong the first time I posted this, but the html went crazy, so here's a better version of it!

Chart

"Both women were dead quiet when the doctor wrote a chart of what Natasha could do and eat. Bellatrix had objected, once, and only by Natasha stepping in between had the fight not resulted in either of them killing each other, wands pointing dangerously precise.

Monopolise

Of the terms Draco Malfoy used about the Lestrange business, monopolise was the one which had both Bellatrix and Natasha look questionably at each other, trying to wrap their head around it.

Picturesque

Bellatrix had never in her life thought she'd use the word picturesque about anything, or anyone, but as Natasha danced past her in a faded memory, she found herself unable to look away from the grace moving in front of her.

Running

Running had never been an option for either part of the odd relationship that had formed through a mutual need for something more. Not until now, both women realised. But as they needed it the most, and finally could, they also realised neither had anywhere to run but to each other.

Thought

Natasha thought of that very important question she had asked Bellatrix before she even knew of her pregnancy. With her stomach growing ever bigger, the need for an answer-which Natasha could not bear to be a no-increased by the second.

Ring

No yes without a ring, right? At least she told herself that. That it was going to make a difference. When had she become so hopeful? So stupid? So in love?

Climb

"Will you marry me obviously did not work, so this time I am not asking, Bellatrix Lestrange", Natasha said sternly, sounding more stern than she felt though, after a long climb of the mountain of courage.

Accept

Smugness was a feeling Natasha allowed herself to feel when Bellatrix finally saw that she could nothing but accept Natasha's proposal. Bellatrix Black Lestrange was going to dishonour her family and marry a muggle, already having produced a Half-Blood of her own magic. br /"Mommy always gets what she wants baby, remember that", she whispered fondly to her stomach.

Son

"Can I see our daughter?", Bellatrix asked, and through the open door, Nat could hear her grit her teeth, visualise her gribbing her wand tightly, but it could do nothing but make her smile when the nurse said; "It's a boy, ma'am". /p