Bellatrix Black x one shots

Every inch of you pt.1

12.
˓ Every inch of you ˒
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requested by: hqlenaluv <3
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Bellatrix's pov:
I was sitting in the living room when I heard a knock on the door. I was confused a bit since I wasn't expecting anyone. I put down the glass with my whiskey on the table and went to the door.

When I opened them, I saw a person I was least expecting to see. It was y/n. I stood there in shock, she seemed to be in shock too. Two bags were standing on the ground next to her. There was an awkward silence which no one knew how to break.

y/n's pov:
When the door opened, I couldn't believe I finally saw Bellatrix after all this time. She looked like she would just saw a ghost and well, I perhaps looked like a ghost in that moment. But she... she was looking mesmerizing like always, her black dress contrasting with her pale skin.

"H- Hi, Bellatrix..." I said, finally breaking the silence. I didn't really know how to start the conversation, but someone had to and I felt like I was supposed to do it since it was me who was standing in front of her door.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here anymore" she said coldly, but her look seemed to be somehow warm.

"Well, I know it has been almost two years... and I feel really bad, coming here after all what happened, but my ex-girlfriend kicked me out..." I said, letting out a loud sigh. "I know how it sounds, but you were the only person I could come to... you know that I don't have any family, well, anyone..." I said with tears in my eyes, looking down at my feet.

Pathetic, I thought. I knew I shouldn't do this after I left her those two years ago, but somehow I decided to do it, which made me regret it now. I was just standing there, waiting for Bellatrix to close her door in front of me. But for my surprise, she didn't. She opened them further, glancing me and turning around without saying a word, disappearing in the inside of her manor. After a moment I went inside, following her.

She was in the living room, our old living room. It hasn't really changed through these years, it seemed like everything stayed on its place. I sat on one of the sofas, putting my hands on my knees in awkwardness. She turned around from the little table where she was pouring herself a whiskey, pointing me at the another glass in a question. I nodded. She passed me one of the glasses and sat on the opposite sofa.

"I thought you don't really like alcohol" I said after taking a sip of my whiskey.

"I thought you don't like it either" she answered while looking at her hands, going with her finger from side to side on the edge of the glass.

"Well, I don't. But in this situation it's probably the best way" I answered, looking at the floor. She didn't respond, but I could literally see what she was thinking. We were somehow in the same situation, not being over our ex loves. But the difference was, I was the reason she was feeling hurt, even after all this time.

"So, you two broke up?" she asked, finally looking up at me.

"For some time we weren't getting along, just mainly arguing... yesterday it was just too much, then she kicked me out. But even if she didn't, I would not want to stay there anymore. I don't even know why I was stuck there for all this time" I said, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of my sweater.

I didn't even love her, I wanted to say. My ex-girlfriend was just some kind of a thing I was staying with, mainly from the attachment and stability we made thought these years.