Upside Down

That1OverThere - I'm sorry I'm so popular. There's really a funny story behind that. I had a friend...she was my best friend from fifth grade all through middle school. But just before high school, she decided she didn't want to by my friend anymore, because I wasn't popular, and would bring down her social status. Turns out, I was more popular than her in high school...Karma, eh? About the job hunt...no luck yet, but I'm still trying. I needs me a job....and tell your Peeping Tina that some smut is on the way...

bLondpierogi - oh....we'll be dealing with Rita in just a bit...

LolaDiBlack - I really hate Rita, and I can't wait until we get rid of her. Now...I quite enjoy reading a bit of Snape/Harry every once in a while, but I think that I suck at writing it. I'm not good with slash fics....I love Rodolphus too, especially when he gets all 'alpha male' on people.

RyGirl824 - You don't think Alan Rickman is totally drool-worthy? Oh goodnes....he could stir my cauldron all night long....*fans face* Whoo!

FlowersBecomeScreens - Ah! I'm not very musically efficient. The only music I usually listen to is Broadway, Disney, and anything that I play on the piano. It's a bit boring, really...

distinctlyME - O_O Buddy? My widdle wascally wabbit? Where have you gone? I have left you some smut...I hope you like...

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They opened the door to Lestrange manor, followed by four new, bright-eyed house-elves. The house-elves crossed the threshold, and blue magic immediately swirled around their feet.

“What was that?” Rodolphus asked.

“We is bound to house now, Master! We is bound to you, and now we is bound to home.” One little female elf squeaked.

“What does Master want his elves to do first. Is much work needing done!” another elf squeaked, looking around. Rodolphus looked annoyed, but when he looked around the foyer, his face went neutral.

“Eh. Agreed.” He said.

Bellatrix stood by, grinning, and gingerly jiggling Kyra. Those four elves were the only ones who plucked up enough courage to go with ‘the Dark Ones.’ The others had just clustered in a corner and trembled. Elves were stupid.

“How about some food? I don’t know about Master Rodolphus, but Miss Bella is pregnant and half starved.” She said. The elves disappeared with four small pops.

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After a light midday snack, and a bottle for Kyra, Bella was in the library, cleaning dust off of furniture. For some reason she couldn’t explain, she had seen the dust and went wild, calling the elves for dusting cloths and cleaning supplies. At first they had been put out, but the new little female, Cookie, had whispered something about ‘nesting,’ and they had all made a chorus of ‘ohs’ and went back to their work.

She reached up to dust a shelf, and sneezed when a cloud of dust fell on her face.

“Gods dammit! What the hell has been going on in here? Have the dust bunnies been screwing around?” she said, and brushed the dust from her face, making a dirty smear across her forehead.

“Yummy….I love it when you talk dirty.”

She whirled around, and saw Rodolphus standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

“How about we take this party to the bedroom? The elves have Kyra, and we haven’t had any quality time together in a while.” He said. Inside, Bellatrix was having a party, but she kept a cool face.

“Really? We’ve slept together every night…” she said, turning back to her dusting. But she watched him out of the corner of her eyes.

“Yes, but I haven’t been able to throw your legs over your head and pound you into the headboard…” he said slyly. She raised a dark eyebrow, and turned back to him.

“I’m not sure I should be doing that in my condition….” She said. He approached her, and gingerly took the cloth from her, flinging it aside. He pressed her into the shelves, and bent his head down to nibble at her ear.

“I’ve neglected you this past month.” He said softly, reaching up to pull the kerchief out of her hair. He ran his fingers through her curls gently, before closing his fist and tugging. She moaned softly. He appeared to be going into Dom mode. She liked that.

“I’m sorry, pet.” He said softly, and nuzzled her throat.

“Sorry? For what?” she asked.

“I should never have struck you on the day of the Battle.” She began to make an argument, but he pressed his fingers against her lips to silence her. “I have been thinking about this for the past month. I was so terribly angry…rightfully angry. But I should have never taken out that anger on you. I am so thankful that you weren’t hurt. That my child was hurt…and I promise to you now…nay…I swear that I will never strike you out of anger again.” He said. Her eyes widened a bit as the swirl of magic around them sealed the Oath he had just made. He removed his fingers from her lips, and she wrapped her arms around him.

“I forgave you the moment it happened…” she purred, rubbing her face against the front of his robes.

“I want to make love to you.” He said softly. She looked up without hesitation, smiling at him.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I am yours…do with me what you wish.” She said.

“With pleasure.”

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He took her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. He lowered his lips to hers, and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. She submitted to him immediately, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue. His hands reached up to unclasp the front of her robes, and he pushed them off of her shoulder, letting them pool at her feet.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He rubbed his palms over her breasts, and then over her shoulders, down her arms, he cupped her buttocks. He unbuttoned the shirt she had worn beneath her robes, and flung it across the room, leaving her in her bra and slacks.

She ground her hips against his, making soft mewling sounds as he began to play with her nipples through the material of her bra.

“Roddy…please…” she gasped.

“Please what?” he asked, pulling down the material so that her breasts were uncovered. He lowered his head to capture one of the hardened peaks in his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

“Please fuck me.” She begged.

Clothes flew as they made a desperate dash for the bed. When they were finally on the large bed together, Rodolphus lowered himself over Bellatrix, locking his lips against hers again. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly, and she reached down to grasp it firmly.

He pulled back from her with a gasp.

“Naughty woman….” He growled, and lowered his head to her throat, nipping at the soft skin as she massaged the hard column of flesh between his legs.

“Do you know what happens to naughty women?” he continued, nudging her legs further apart.

“What?” she breathed, a soft whimper starting in her throat when he pulled her hand away from him to pin her wrists above her head with one hand.

His other hand found his erection, and he began to tease her opening. Her eyes rolled back when he gently rubbed her clit.

“They get fucked.” He hissed, and entered her swiftly. She pressed up against him, unable to grab him because he had her wrists pinned.

He began slow, almost torturous, until she was squirming and begging him to fuck her harder. He obliged slowly, building up his pace until they filled the room with the sound of sex. He let her wrists go, and grabbed her ankles, holding them up as he pounded into her.

She could feel the wonderful tendrils of orgasm beginning low in her belly.

“Yes! So close!” she cried, digging her nails into his buttocks to bring him closer. He growled, and found her neck again, nipping and soothing the places with his tongue. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, and he was quite eager to let go.

He was going to go before her, which he didn’t like to do, so he decided to speed her along. He laved her throat until he found the soft throbbing of her pulse, and then bit down firmly. She gasped, but the muscles in her pussy clamped down on his cock, sending them both into a bone-shattering orgasm. He rode her through hers, pumping his seed deep within her, though he knew she was already pregnant.

When they were done, he gingerly slid out of her, and collapsed at her side. His hand rested on her belly, and he smiled. She looked over at him, panting softly.

“Do you think that Skeeter bitch will cause trouble?” she asked. He met her eyes, and noted her brows were furrowed slightly. She was worried.

“I don’t think so. There were many witnesses. I don’t believe she’ll touch us.”

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Bellatrix sat at the table, eating her breakfast with one hand, and using the other to jggle a toy in front of Kyra to keep her occupied. There was a tap at the window, and she looked up to see an owl at the window.

“Ooh! Mail..” she said. They hadn’t received mail in years!

She let the owl in, and gave it a piece of toast when she took its parcel. There was the Prophet, and a note attached to it. As the owl left, she opened the folded paper, and gasped loudly. On the front page, was a picture of Rodolphus, his wand drawn in front of Skeeter, grabbing the pad from her hand.

On the Rampage Already?

Bellatrix skimmed through the article, which was basically a load of bullshit about them misusing the freedom the Ministry had given them, and about secretly practicing the Dark Arts in an attempt to rise up against the Ministry.

“Bullshit!” she snapped. She ripped the note away from the paper, and opened it up.

It’s not a good idea to piss Rita off if you’re borderline with the Ministry. Yes, she’s a bitch, and yes, she’s crazy, but unfortunately she has great sway with the public. Since there was no physical attack, no charges can be pressed. But please, for your sakes, do be careful…

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, England

She frowned. Damn…. Well, at least the Minister was on their side…kind of… That Skeeter bitch was going to pay. You don’t mess with the Lestranges and walk away unharmed.

The first thing they’d need was to call in a few favors. The second thing they’d need was an alibi…
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Uh oh...what are you planning, Bella? I hope it's not anything too dangerous....

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