Bittersweet

Chapter 11

“Shut up, shut up…just shut up! One more excuse from you and I’ll bury you alive next to my house, so I can hear you screaming.” She then turned to another man who was standing to the left of her. “And since when does it take five wizards to do a one persons job Carl? Get your team of “experts” together or your head will be the one I will be enjoying on a silver-fucking platter. Is that clear?

“Yes, yes,” said the man quickly as he cowered below her.

“Now, both of you get out of my sight, before I change my mind about a next time.”

Within seconds both of the men had disapparated from her view. Kicking a stilted chair aggressively towards a wall, Bellatrix Lestrange turned angrily to the new company that had entered her office. Barton Potter stood relaxed, his left shoulder resting to the closest wall in the front foyer.

“You’re so sexy when you yell.”

“Oh shut up,” she squealed.

“Testy…rough day at work?”

“Damn fucking trash. If I didn’t do things for myself, nothing would get done,” she said as she walked over to the swiveling chair that was placed behind her mahogany desk. “Mingers-how am I supposed to make my quota if others won’t do as I’ve asked?”

“What was the job?” Baron asked in an apprehensive tone.

“Oh…” Bellatrix sighed. “Nothing that important, I don’t want to bore you with monotonous killings.

“If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked, plus I’m interested in knowing what has gotten you so heated.”

“Well to make a long story short, there is this new potion called emphatyde. It’s been making news among the Professors.”

“Ah…yes, I’ve heard of that, what does it do exactly?”

“Supposedly, it’s supposed to boost reaction speed and increase a death eater’s metabolism. However, the gremlin that has developed this liquid has refused to let the school analyze it. So, yesterday I arranged with Carl Lumny to get his team in order for a snatch and grab, but, like everything else, the bastards failed and the gremlin got away.”

“If you want me to, I can get a group of death eaters to collect him and the potion?”

Bellatrix smiled blatantly, “maybe after they fail. That way at least I can get some torture in, I’ve been going on three days now and I’m starting to get irritable.

“I can tell,” he teased.

“Oh shush, at least you get the time, I’m always working.”

“You’ll find the time, just be patient. Thirty minutes is all you need a day; you’ll just have to work around your schedule.

“I’m so fucking edgy!”

“I can…help you with that…” he said moving closer to her chair.

“Yeah, I bet you will!” she said laughing. “There’s no way I’m going to let you use your charm to have your way with me Mr. Potter. Besides you are working on an important case right now-something that requires your full attention.”

“You worry too much.”

“That I do, but I sure as hell don’t want that Malfoy and Granger to ruin your plans. When I first heard about what the dark lord had in store for them it was quite an uplifting feeling. But, now, I’m beginning to think it’s too dangerous for you.

“Don’t worry about me, I can handle it. Malfoy won’t know what hit him. As long as everything goes as planned there’s no need for worry.” He said trying to reassure her. Although she was one of the most feared women in Britain, she still had womanly intentions to keeping her man safe.

She didn’t need worry though. He had everything under control. Things would be moving forward soon and by the time there plan was set into motion, more than one of the death eater’s problems would be solved.

~~

“Knowing which tonic to use is very important during battle. Mental concentration is extremely important when fighting those who seek reprisal. Being prepared and ready for the worst possible scenario gives that witch or wizard the up hand.

Although potion making is a slow and casual process, do not teach yourself that it is not considered necessary in battle. Every demon and death eater has an Achilles heal. These potions can help in defeat and give you the vigor to create that balance of power. However, using the correct potion is the ultimate key. For example, using an opaque potion on an invisible gargoyle will not help matters; only exacerbate them.

“Professor McGonagall, what does this have to do with transfiguration,” the classroom heard Hermione Granger ask.

“Ms. Granger, this has everything to do with it, because transfiguration is apart of magic as is potion making. All skills must be practiced and perfected. For the next couple of weeks, myself and the other Professors will be teaching a cross training of the magical arts. In sixth months this class and the rest of the sixth years will be graduating and I will have no student of mine fighting “he who must not be named” with a blind eye. Is that quite okay with you Ms. Granger?” McGonagall asked giving Hermione a stern look.

Hermione slowly shook her head and slumped back into her chair. She slowly glanced across the room to meet his eyes. He gave her an assured smile, making the embarrassed feeling subside.

Throughout the lesson McGonagall spoke to the sixth years about the defense of the dark arts, potion making, and transfiguration. She also made it clear that at the end of the spring session that there would be a final exam on all their magical skills. Developing this new way of learning was exciting to Hermione.

The ultimate exam

It brought chills to her spine. What a challenge! Everything she had come to discover, finally a grade to prove how far she had come since day one in her first year. Although the excitement for Hermione was too much to handle, others felt quite different.

“This is my curse,” Ron Weasley said pointing to the reading assignment McGonagall had given them, at lunch that day.

“Curse?” Hermione responded curtly, placing her fork next to her plate.

“Yes,” Ron spat turning his head to face her. “To be flying high, the wind in your hair, to only be smacked off your broom by a damn tree. That’s what this is. Damn McGonagall and her “cross training.” Ron said imitating with his fingers in the air. “Final exam my ass! This year sucks!” he said, throwing the paper onto the table.

“How come you are so negative,” Hermione argued. “This is a great opportunity to probe to ourselves how much we have accomplished in our studies. I for one am looking forward to it.”

“Of course you are!” Ron spat sarcastically.

Hermione simply gave him a stern look and went back to eating. However much Ron despised school and actual work, she wasn’t going to let him bring her down. She enjoyed her studies and everything that came with it. She knew Draco wasn’t thrilled about the exam either, due to the fact that as he ate, he stared off into the distance with a long intimidated scowl.

Throughout lunch, Ron and Harry tried to focus on anything but schoolwork. Ron argued with Harry over the fact that a Liminisky Spike was considered legal.

“How many times do I have to tell you” The Liminisky Spike isn’t legal; it was banned by the Department of Games and Sports when Sam Liminisky accidentally killed a player with the move. I’ve shown you proof.”

“Perhaps, but the move shouldn’t be banned, just the player who did it. I mean, the guy was huge; overweight. Come on, he basically landed on the opposing team. That’s what killed the guy-a five hundred pound quidditch player.” Ron laughed.

“Oh my,” Hermione mumbled to herself and got up from the table to leave for her next class.

~~

With the arrival of the Winter Ball around the corner, high spirits rang in the air among every Gryffindor girl. Talk about who was going with whom, what dresses there were to wear and one of the most important things a girl worries about…her hair. Hermione tried not to think about the dance, it worried her too much. Since she was head girl, she was to be accompanied by the head boy, unfortunately that was one boy she didn’t want people to see her with; Draco Malfoy.

It wasn’t the fact that it was him who was accompanying her, which was one thing, she was excited about-it was the idea of her friends seeing them together. She knew that Harry and Ron would notice some tinge of human feeling with Draco when he did accompany her. Draco acted differently around her, due to the change in chemistry. She worried that someone might notice and see right through the façade of hate.

Getting the courage to face them was something that Hermione couldn’t fathom. Five months ago, she wouldn’t have given it a second though. She had disliked Malfoy for several years; there would have been no question of how she would have reacted.

But, times were different now. She had sensed his compassion, the emotion she never dreamed she’d see from him. She’d sent he way others had acted towards him and she had see a man change, for the better. A change that made her wonder how people could still see the horrible being that used to be there. However much he had changed, she knew deep down that her friends woul never see his true nature.

“What dress have you decided to wear?” came a voice from behind her.

Hermione turned to see Pavarti Patil modeling a lavender skirt with an ivory blouse. Hermione smiled. The Girl was always thinking and worrying about clothes. Hermione assumed that after school Pavarti would go off to some fabulous place to model clothes for a living.

Hermione slowly walked to the closest window and stared down onto the grounds where a group of slytherins where walking to the quittditch pitch.

“Does it even matter?” Hermione scoffed.

“Matter!” Pavarti nearly screamed, taken aback.

“Girl, this is going to be one of our last dances of the year, of course it matters. Why would you say such a thing?”

“Well its just that I’m going with Malfoy. It’s going to be the worst night every.”

“Oh pish posh Granger, You are still going to look amazing. He’s a man isn’t he?”

“Um…yeah, I guess!”

“You guess! Well from what I’ve heard, Malfoy is definitely equipped. That snake of his…mmm girl! You’re lucky if you ask me!”

“Pavarti!”

“Hey, I’m just saying!”

“Yeah, we’ll he’s a slytherin and nothing like that will be happening.” Hermione said, trying to sound believable.

“Perhaps, but it doesn’t hurt to look nice and have something sweet to gander after.” Pavarti said with a curl to her lip.

“You’re so bad!”

“Yes, I know…now I have only one week to find the perfect dress for you. So leave it to me Hermione, because by Friday you will be one hot babe!”

~~

“I don’t see why we have to meet on the Quidditch field today,” argued Goyle grumpily.

“Don’t you want to beat Gryffindor this year!” snapped Draco.

“Yeah, but its just so cold out here!”

“Oh shut up, you loon. You’ve got enough fat on your body to make you warm!” yelled Draco, annoyed at Goyle’s whining.

The slytherins Quidditch team was standing quietly on the grass in the middle of the Quidditch field when Draco and his posse made it to the field. Draco took position in front of his team, announcing his presence.

“As you all know, we play Gryffindor next week. The final game before the international cup.”

The team shook their heads agreeing.

“We are not going to loose!” spat Drac, making his team take notice.

“You will not screw this up! I don’t care how many dumb ass Gryffindors you have to injure, we will get the cup! Do you all understand?”

They all shook their heads.

“Now! In order to do this…”

“Mr. Malfoy,” came a voice.

Draco whirled around to see Professor Snape standing to the entrance of the Quidditch field.

“Your father is here to see you.”
Within moments Draco was following Snape down a small alleyway inside the castle. The walls damp and crevices of earth peeked through them. Water trickling and the sounds of their feet clamping on the cold stones where the only resonance that could be heard. The place was somewhat eerie and gave Draco a foreboding sensation. Wherever they were going, Lucius obviously didn’t want Dumbledore knowing he was in town. Draco figured why, but didn’t understand why Snape was helping him in this endeavor. More questions flew into his mind as they turned a corner to be faced to face with his father. As he at his father he could sense that they weren’t the only ones in the room. Draco looked around to see two hooded figures standing in the shadows.

“What is this?” Draco said standing aback, his hands out in front of him.

“An intervention.” Lucius Malfoy said stepping forward and pointing to a small chair.

Draco looked beyond his father to see a small wooden chair sitting alone, light surrounding it.

“This is ridicules,” Draco said moving over to the chair.

“Over the past few months I feel that your actions have proven otherwise. This is necessary for your training and for what your future has in store for you young man. I did not work this hard just to let you ruin it for me.

“What exactly is this about?” Draco asked confused on what exactly his father was referring to.

“Pansy Parkinson ring a bell?”

Draco looked away from his father.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You were the one that set this “relationship” up. I never wanted it. Why should I be the one who ruins their life, just so you can have a better one?”

“Whether or not you commit to the relationship, it will be nullified. I don’t care if you don’t love this woman and I don’t care if you want the relationship, it is going to be.”

“I will not marry that hag.” Draco said, now yelling.

As he said this, the Dark figures moved in closer.

Lucius put his hand up to stop them.

Draco looked over at them.

The dark figures stopped moving.

“This marriage is binding and the families that will becoming together has been set for eighteen years, you will not ruin this just because you want to shag a mudblood.”

Draco got up at this comment.

“Don’t talk about her, you don’t have that right.”

His father started to laugh menacingly, a smile curving along his lips. “I never thought that a Gryffindor slut would become your Achilles heal Draco, and to think I thought you were better than that. Besides, if you don’t commit to this “relationship” I will take care of this little problem.”

Draco walked towards his father angrily. “Keep your hands off of her, or I’ll…”

“Or you’ll what…” Lucius said, now standing taller over his son. “Poke me with your wooden stick? I’d keep in mind who you’re dealing with Draco and who I work for. Because that would be the last mistake you’ll ever make.”

And with a swish of a cloak, his father and the two dark figures had vanished-leaving Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy standing on opposite sides of the damp alleyway.

~~

Draco wasn’t going to say anything to Hermione. He didn’t want her to worry more about what his father was up to and he needed to sort this new episode of problems with himself. It involved his relationship with Pansy and bringing Hermione into the picture would just cause more drama to his love life. Besides, it was the only way to keep Hermione safe from his father and the Death Eaters. She worried enough as it was, due to the fact that there were death eaters secretly scooping out Hogwarts, and according to him, that’s all she needed to contemplate on.

He knew that if she found out that more problems would arise. His father was adamant about his decisions and her knowing what he had promised would be fatal. He was protecting her, keeping her from the truth. He just had to keep reminding himself that

By the time he had made it to the Great Hall for dinner that night, the whole student body was already in hot discussion about the dance that week. With all the commotion he had almost forgot about the dance. Dances weren’t exactly his favorite thing to do, but because of his status at Hogwarts he had to attend. To keep up appearances and the fellowship of houses, both head boy and girl were to accompany each other at the event. This rule however, didn’t appease to everyone as it did Draco.

“I don’t see why you have to touch that sleazy mudblood.” Squawked Pansy as Draco sat down for dinner.

“It’s not my choice; believe me I would rather take you.” He said smiling at her rosy pimpled face.

She smiled, which stopped the argument of where his loyalties laid. He really didn’t want to hear her banter about how much Hermione secretly meant to him, which is where it would have gone if he hadn’t stopped it abruptly.

“I’m taking Cory McFadden,” spat one of Pansy’s friends. Her nose stuck up in the air as she said it, apparently pleased with herself and the partner choice. The girls swooned around her, which made it even worse. Draco ignored the girls and peered downward at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was eating slowly as Ron rubbed her shoulder. He hated when the prat touched her. She wasn’t a damn geisha. Hermione kept trying to push his hand off, but he apparently intended on rubbing that one nerve. Draco would give him a nerve. His masculinity escalading and annoyance on the weasel, Malfoy started to get up from the table, but caught himself before he had made a scene and an absolute fool out of himself.

Hermione heard him exit his seat, only to sit down abruptly. Pansy was looking at him with a weird expression until he mumbled something in her ear.

Hermione looked to her side and realized Draco’s abruptness. She pushed Ron’s hand off her once again and scooted over in the opposite direction.

“I’m fine Ron-just a little tense. It’ll go away.”

“Are you sure, I can get that knot…”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” Hermione said quickly.

“You okay?” Ron asked looking at her strangely.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said again.

Ron smiled to this comment however looked at her with a questionable glance. He obviously didn’t believe her and she didn’t blame him. She was acting strangely to them and figured that they were going to figure out what was going on. Ron and Harry had recently started asking questions about where she had been lately, the lack of attendance in certain classes and the friendship that had somehow subsided. Hermione had so much she wanted to tell them, but the words couldn’t form. She knew telling them about her secret affair would change everything and the friendship would never be repairable.

“I find that hard to believe.” She heard a Ravenclaw say behind her. Hermione wasn’t much of an ease dropper but for some reason, she couldn’t help herself.

“Draco Malfoy? Are you sure?”

Hermione’s ears perked.

“That’s what I heard,” said one of the girls.

“I still can’t believe, does Pansy know.”

“I don’t think so, that or she hasn’t heard the rumour yet.”

“Lets hope she doesn’t find out, for this other girls sake.”

“What are you two talking about?” Hermione heard another voice ask.

“Just the hot fling Slytherin Draco Malfoy is having.” Hermione was leaning very far back in her chair now, so that she could hear. She looked horribly obvious, but couldn’t control her curiosity.

“Oh my, I didn’t know about this. So do you know who this girl is? Is she a Slytherin?”

“Oh no,” said a giddy voice. “That’s the great part, she’s from another house. Not sure which one. It could be a Ravenclaw…or even Gryffindor.”

There was a small hum of excited gossip.

“Interesting,” said the newcomer. Hermione leaned farther back, her fingertips barely holding onto the table in front of her.

“Gets better, the guy who told me this, who heard it from someone else, who heard it from their cousin says that this isn’t just a fling. That he’s actually in Love with her.” Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing and clasped her hands to her mouth, forgetting that her balance was in her hands. Before she knew it, she had fallen out of her chair and right onto the floor below the gossip queen and gang of the Ravenclaw house. Hitting her head fairly hard and making a loud noise, faces turned down toward her.

Seamus Finnegan was the one that started the clapping. And by the time Hermione could get herself to a standstill almost every student was clapping to her misfortunate fall. Hermione smiled shyly, straightened her skirt and walked quickly out of the great hall, rubbing the back of her head slightly, her face burning bright, filled with embarrassment.


~~

Draco couldn’t help but smile as Hermione collected herself while exiting the Great hall. She looked adorable when she was embarrassed. Why she had fallen out of her chair was unclear only that she obviously didn’t mean to bring everyone’s attention in her direction. Interested in knowing how she was taking the mishap, he smiled to himself once again before getting out of his chair. However, before he could exit his chair, a hand stopped him on the shoulder. He looked down to see Pansy seizing the conversation with her neighbor to peer up at him.

“Where are you off to?” she asked rather adamantly.

“The lout, want to join me?” Draco said as others around him laughed quietly. Pansy however didn’t find his abrupt reply rather humorous.

She looked at him sternly, said “no” and went back to her conversation, with a disheveled look across her face.

He didn’t want to deal with Pansy at the moment. Sarcasm was the only weapon he had against her and he would use it to his advantage whenever possible.

By the time he had reached the hallway leading to the Great Hall, Hermione was gone. He wanted to comfort her, knowing how emotional she was-due to the fact that she was a Gryffindor- he felt that some hugging was in order. However, the hugged was no longer in sight. He figured that she- in all probability- had gone up to her chambers and that maybe she needed to be alone. He continued down the hall and when he arrived at his turn towards his own chamber, he decided that he would just stop by to see how she was. So instead of going down towards the dungeons he went up to the Gryffindor Common room, where her living quarters were located.

After he passed the growling lion, he stepped into the oval twisted room, to see her missing. Annoyed that she wasn’t where he thought she would be, he sat on her bed and looked around the room. It was a female’s sanctuary that was for damn sure. Purple tapestry’s and flora filled the room. The scent of lavender overflowed the ambiance. The abode definitely reminded him of her, the smells, the texture…everything. With the fragrance in mind, he couldn’t help but notice how indisputably clean the room was kept. There wasn’t a spec of dust in sight, unlike his room; where little clumps relaxed in every corner.

Glancing over to the window on the North side of her dormitory, he traveled from her bed over to the paneled glass that separated the outside from the in. He loved the view she had from here. Since her room was on the third level, he was able to see more of Hogwarts grounds than he could from his dormitory. The Dark Forest could be glimpsed, along with a nice view of the Quidditch Pitch. As he glanced at the grounds, couples of hufflepuff’s were scattered among the grass; walking hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company-he imagined doing just that with Hermione. Being hand in hand, showing everyone that they were actually a couple and not some rumor.

That damn rumor.

He was glad now that Pansy didn’t realize what everyone was gossiping about “Draco and this mystery girl”. He was shocked when he heard it day’s prior that he didn’t want to think how the twat would handle this new news. He suspected that’s why his father had come to see him. His father obviously didn’t realize that Draco was well aware of the spies in Hogwarts.

How clever father, how witty you must think you are. Think I would believe anything you’ve ever said to me.

He was a selfish man, only wanting power and control…always on a quest to get ahead. Well Draco wasn’t going to fall for his petty mind games-not anymore. Draco scoffed and turned from the window to see Hermione standing in the doorway, tears streaming down her face.

She walked slowly into the room with steady steps. He walked quickly over to her, grabbed her arm and sat her down on the bed.

“Are you okay?” he asked slowly while sitting next to her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little upset,” she said, while whipping her tears away.

“Here,” he said, as he grabbed a tissue from her end table and dabbed her face with it.

She sniffled as he wiped away the wetness that accompanied her cheeks.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said smiling.

“Sure I do, my girl feels bad and I’m here to make it better.” He said smiling back. They looked into each other’s eyes and she knew that everything would be all right.

“When did you become so nice.” She asked while placing her head on his shoulder.

“Something new I picked up, how do you like?” He asked while looking down at her.

“Very charming.” She said laughing silently.

“Of course it is. You’re with me aren’t you?” He said pointing towards himself in a modeling fashion.

She poked him in the side making him double over. “Yeah, charming all right.”

“It got you didn’t it?” He said, before ducking out of view.

~~

“I’m becoming impatient Master,” said a familiar voice.

“Patience is the absence of doubt.”

“Meaning?” Barton Potter questioned in an annoying manner.

“Meaning…” said the Dark Lord menacingly, “that if you let yourself be controlled by your emotions that the essence of doubt will overcome you. Forget about how impatient you must be and concentrate on how you will win the battle. Concentrate on the future rather than the absence of the futures presence.”

Barton’s tensed shoulders loosened as he slumped into the nearest chair. “Yes, Lord. Forgive me.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Lucius’ ultimatum may ruin this project. I can not let him destroy what I have been planning for fifteen years.” Barton said irritated.

“Perhaps, but worrying about his actions will only make your failure reality. Worry about what you need to do, about what you have been planning for fifteen years. He may fail, but if you let his apparent failure become your quandary, this plan will only become a memory of an arrangement gone awry.” The master’s demeanor now calm, he slowly rocked in his chair as he sat looking out the nearest window.

Barton understood the Masters words and why he was hesitant to jump in feet first, it would have been a dangerous decision to out run Lucius and give him a run for his money. The plan with his only son was risky and tedious. Lucius (however stupid Barton thought he was) had become a hazardous planner, and even if the Master had told him that his actions in this case where perilous, he would have taken the chance anyhow. The man was a danger to the department and to the Death Eaters Association.

Barton had known Lucius for some time now and only in the past couple of months did he feel threatened by the man’s motives and determination. He felt that Lucius wanted more than apprenticeship. He wanted control, and that was something Barton would not allow.

Everyone wants power. Being in control and having that supremacy over the populous, politics, and abundance is very seductive and can either ruin a person or make them precarious. In Barton’s opinion, using control was strategic. Only few who could handle that maneuver could be successful. Lucius was not one of them. He was too personable, mingling with the un-loyal and presenting himself along both sides. It didn’t work and never would.

Barton’s thoughts often dwindled into imaginary images. Lucius would never succeed in his obvious plot. His mind wouldn’t let him. Sighing to himself and erasing the image of Lucius in power, Barton looked up at his Master.

“My mind is bringing me to a time I’d rather not see.” He said while standing out of the chair “I will inform you on any new developments that come our way.”

“Very well Barton. You may leave me.”

“Yes my lord.” Barton said bowing before exiting the chambers.

**** Later that Day ****

“I don’t recall you or any one of your men informing me of this?” argued Bellatrix Lestrange.

“Ma’a..a..am…” stuttered the man in front of her.

“Ma’a…a..am….” Bellatrix imitated. “Do I look like your fucking mother? Want a kiss, you sick fuck!” she said stepping forward.

The man in front of her cowered.

“That’s what I thought. Now…I suggest you get your team in order for the extraction or I will cause more pain on you and your family that in the end…. now hear me on this…the only person that will recognize you will be me!”

“Ye…yes, ma’…um…yes.”

As she watched the pebble in her shoe leave her office she noticed a dark figure in the corner.

“I love watching you torture poor innocent association marksmen. I thought he was going to piss his pants.”

Seeing who it was, Bellatrix frowned, looked away from the unwanted company and concentrated on the un-graded papers on her desk. “What do you want Lucius,” she said irritably, ignoring the apparent eye contact he was wanting.

“To discuss...the position you have put yourself in.”

Bellatrix looked up. “Excuse me.”

“You don’t fool me Lestrange. I’ve seen it all before.”

“Have you now,” she said tilting her head.

“Playing the innocent female, unaware of her surroundings. But secretly playing the people around her.”

“I’d watch what you say Lucius. You are way off base.”

“Oh am I…?”

“Is that all you needed Lucius, because some of us actually have work to do.”

Lucius smiled. “You know… there was a time when you told me everything.”

“Yeah, and at that time I didn’t realize you were a sniveling, conniving twit.”

“Your words burn me to the core…” he said jokingly touching his heart.

“Good-day Malfoy.” She said, now standing up.

“Testy- testy.” He said moving around her desk. He looked her up and down, realizing what a beauty she was. “He’ll figure you out…then he’ll burn you. Now, me…well that’s a different story. We once were great together…”

“We never were good together; you were manipulative and used me to get what you wanted.”

“Can’t blame a guy,” he said looking at her chest once more.

“You’re a pig,”

“And you’re the swine, there’s no difference.”

“I’m with Barton now, our time together will never be.”

“I tend to think different.”

“You always tend to think outside your reality Lucius.” Bellatrix said sarcastically while moving away from him.

“I have a future, that’s the real reality. This is just a temporary station.”

“Oh really? I have a tendency to think not.

“Tendency’s tend to get you in trouble. Remember Paris?” He said with a smirk on his face.

She walked away defiantly. “If you are referring to the incident on Rue Label, it was only a poor judgment call, nothing more.”

Lucius laughed through his teeth, “poor judgment call? The woman you were supposed to kill broke your arm. I’d say that’s more than just a poor judgment call.”

“That is neither here nor there Lucius and you know damn well. You need to just face that fact that I have moved on as should you.”

“I don’t believe you have.” He said as he walked over to where she was standing. He watched her pull away but he grabbed her arm as she did so. He moved her quickly toward the nearest wall. Her body hit the wall roughly making the pictures on the wall fall off with a loud crash. Her eyes went wide as the voices of the pictures screamed in protest.

“Sweetheart, I know you to well. I know what you want, and what you will do to get it. I can get that for you. And you know it.”

She didn’t have time to comprehend his words. It was only seconds that their mouths crashed on one another. Their lips touched first, their mouths clamping onto on another. His tongue was the first to touch hers, small forces of power exchanging through one another. And then he released. He let go of her arm and stepped back to look at the facial idiom that was left upon her.
It was how he expected. Her eyes drowsy, and legs weak. He smiled, pleased with himself.

“Certainty entraps the soul and gives solitude to the knowing. Good Day Bellatrix” and he stepped away and walked out of the entrance. But before he could reach the doorway, he was swung backward by his clothes and was crashed into the desk in the center of the room.

She didn’t look happy or satisfied now. She looked pissed.

She glared at him, then walked over to the door, slammed it and walked over to him. He was lying on the top of the desk, on leg hanging off the end of it and blood trickling down from his forehead.

“I am not some random witch that you can use when you think just. Thought you would have known better Lucius.

Lucius rubbed his head as she spoke.

She walked closer to him, slipped her knee between his legs and pushed herself up onto the desk. She took her hand and pressed his head back onto the desk.

“You aren’t going anywhere.” She said with a malicious smile and she pressed her mouth hard onto his. Their bodies crushing onto one another, she moved her other hand down towards his crotch and clutched it tightly. His body tensed.

“Don’t fuck with me again; I will be controlling the ball…do you understand.”

His eyes gave away the answer.

“Very well.” She said pleased.

She placed her mouth onto his again. Rough kisses could be heard, along with clothing being removed. His pants were off the fastest. Wanting him in between her legs was the only thing on her mind.

He sucked on her breasts as he moved inside her. Their screams vibrated off the walls. The pumping between the two bodies rocked the desk. She wanted him and he wanted her. Hard sex passed between them. As they bit each others shoulders, upon their backs, scratches were made visible.

By the time they were done, there were no more items left on the desk and clothes surrounded the floor. She got off from him, sweat dripping from her skin.

“I will make the next move with Barton; I will inform you on your next move.”

He looked at her smiling. “You really are sexy when you’re angry.

“I know…now get out.”