My Favourite Mistake

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not own the Harry Potter series or anything affiliated with. It belongs to J.K.
Rowling and Warner Bros. I am not profiting from my writing and no copyright
infringement is intended.

A/N: So I wrote
this as a drabble-challenge for a quiz thing that I posted on my profile, but I
ended up actually liking it, lol. So, I figured I would post for the rest of
you to read! Definitely not my usual and it’s a bit odd. No flaming, but some
reviews would be nice!

WARNING: Implied
Voldemort/Bellatrix. HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah,
strange.

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My Favourite Mistake

Long, flowing hair…Dark, half-lidded eyes…Sharp, pointy
nails…Bellatrix Lestrange was not the sanest women in the Wizarding world, but
she was also not the least attractive as well. Some would even say she
possessed a certain dark beauty, and they would be right. Though her great good
looks had been stained by years of Azkaban, she was still just as stunning to
the one person who mattered; Lord Voldemort.

Since before Bella’s initial arrest, old Tom Riddle had had
a thing for the demented witch. She was his most loyal, most obedient follower
in more ways than one. No matter what her precious Dark Lord asked of her,
Bella was always up for gaining even more of Voldemort’s trust. She had no
limits, and that’s what made her even more appealing.

“Yes, my Lord?” Bellatrix said as she kneeled in front of
her Master, her Lord. It had been a full week since she had been allowed to
step foot near the Dark Lord, and she was quivering with excitement for
whatever he had in store for her. Call her a masochist, but she even injured
being tortured by him; as long as he was the caster of the spell, Bella could
handle it all.

Voldemort stood from his comfortable arm chair and loomed
above his lovely Death Eater. He loved looking down at her, cowering at his
feet like some pathetic slave. It made his blood boil and his heart rate
quicken. “I hear that you have been pulling off raids with Malfoy in Bristol…I
am pleased. Thirteen more disgusting Mud-bloods are gone from our world. Very
good girl, Bella…” he hissed as he reached down and ran a long fingered hand
through her thick, black curls.

Bellatrix nearly let out a whimper as she felt her Master’s
hand sliding through her hair. She broke out into goose-bumps and tried to stop
herself from trembling so much. Oh no, she was not afraid…she was excited.
“Thanks you, my Lord. I live only to please you,” she whispered, wanting very
much to look up and see his expression, but didn’t dare until she was allowed.

Voldemort let out a cold, high pitched laugh that sounded
more like a hiss. “I know, that is why I have called
you here tonight…To please me. Look at me, Bella…”

Bellatrix slowly lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting
piercing red ones. A shiver ran down her spine as she ached to be closer to her
Master. She waited for him to say or do something, not wanting to displease him
by acting on her own.

“You know you’re my favourite, right? So
loyal, so obedient…So beautiful. Do you love me, Bella?” Voldemort asked
as he traced her jaw line with a slender, chalk white finger. This was his
favourite part; manipulating her with compliments and flattery. It was always
more fun to watch them fall after putting them on high pedestals.

Bella trembled even more violently and she started into the
Dark Lord’s eyes. She nodded slowly and leaned closer to her Master’s hand as
he touched her jaw and cheek. “I do love you, my Lord. You and only you…”

Voldemort stooped and helped lift Bella to her feet, leaving
a spider-like hand splayed on her smooth arm. He smirked at her as he felt how
very worked up she was from all her trembling. “I see Rodolphus is not a very
good husband, then.”

Bellatrix smirked back as she pressed herself against the
Dark Lord’s chest, wanting to feel his warmth. “I’m not a very good wife, so
we’re even.” Bella seized her momentary spur of bravery and leaned even closer
to her Master, pressing her soft, full lips to his. “Love me…” she whispered
against his lips.

Voldemort let himself be kissed for a few seconds before
pulling away at Bella’s whispered plea. He snarled before pushing Bella away so
roughly that she stumbled and fell to the floor. She looked scandalized and
hurt by his actions; perfect. “You’re my favourite mistake, Bella…But I love no
one.”

Bellatrix hung her head, avoiding her Master’s gaze as he
walked away, his robes billowing dramatically behind him as he exited the room.
What Voldemort didn’t see, however, was Bellatrix’s smirk of satisfaction. She
had gotten what she wanted from her Master. She may be a mistake, but at least
she was his favourite.

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