To Voldemort and Bellatrix, the atmosphere in the room could be cut like a knife. Every once and a while, they would make eye contact, and stare at each other with a strange longing in both party's eyes. After the meeting, he called her over and told her to stay.
"My Lord... I was drunk when I sent that letter." Bellatrix stammered.
"No, Bella. I'm glad you sent that. I guess, I love you too." Voldemort said, barely forcing words out of his mouth. He sighed, then continued.
"Meet me in the garden, tonight."
And with that, he walked out, leaving a confused Bellatrix behind
YOU ARE READING
She loves you
RomanceWhen Voldemort figures out that he can love, the key to his heart might be closer than he thinks. Bellamort. Written by a friend. Enjoy my bros. She's a great writer.
