Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

bellatrix imagine

You didn't care what people thought of you for liking and associating yourself with Bellatrix. You didn't care if you got nasty looks when you walked hand-in-hand with her while she insulted everyone around the two of you. You didn't care because you loved her.
Since she escaped Azkaban and killed Sirius, you two had become very close. She was so... nice. Not nice in a polite way, of course, but nice as in, attractive. Nice as in, secretly caring. She was just nice.
Seeing as Bellatrix had lost so many people that she loved, going through traumatically terrible experiences, you felt horrible for her. But you didn't dare show that, as she would make fun of you.
"Y/n.." She whimpered, pouting out her bottom lip as she tilted her head slightly, looking at you with wide eyes. "How come you've never said you love me?" She whined, trailing her long, pale finger along your cheekbone, moving her face closer to yours.
"You'd laugh at me and call me weak." You shrugged, speaking in a neutral voice as you stared back at her, trying to suppress your emotions.
She let out a muffled snort of a laugh before regaining her serious face, putting the 'puppy-dog eyes' back into effect, "I'd like to hear you say it."
"Why? So you can make fun of me and run around, shouting about how I'm a fool for thinking that you could possibly love me back? Trix, it's like you're incapable of loving. I've seen you attempt to love other people and it always crashes and burns. I don't want that. I'm perfectly fine with the thing we have going on." You stated, avoiding eye contact so that you wouldn't slip up and say something completely foolish.
"BUT I LOVE YOU!" She shouted in your face before using her hands to push herself back off of you, giving you a furious look before heading towards the door.
"Trix.. Stop." You spoke, stepping towards her slowly as she turned to glance back at you. "I love you, Bellatrix Lestrange." You blurted out, reaching your hand out to her.
"Prove it." She hissed, stepping towards you slowly, extending her arm out to your shoulder, snaking it around your shoulder blades as she moved closer, bringing her other hand down to your hip, brushing her finger tips along your stomach, pushing herself up on her toes as she pressed her pink, plump lips against yours, desperately trying to get you to kiss back.
After you started kissing her back, moving your lips in sync perfectly with hers, she moved her hand down to your thigh, gently tracing her fingers over your pants as she moved the other hand up into your hair, letting her body mold against yours.

I AM NOT CONTINUING THIS BECAUSE CHILDREN UM IF YOU WANT THE REST, I'LL MESSAGE IT TO YOU.