Love is weakness, but only if you let it be

17.

Bellatrix woke up with headache in the Dark Lord's manor, he had let her stay, at least for a couple of days. She did a pain relieving spell, but it only slightly helped. She dressed up, and went to the dining room, almost getting lost in the way. Tha manor was much bigger than the Malfoy or Black manor, more royal and it was perfectly designed. She sat on a chair, turning her spoon on her breakfast, trying to cope with the headache. Bellatrix didn't really care about the pain, it wasn't even close to the worst pain she'd had ever felt, but it was starting to annoy her. She sighed and buried her head into her hands, giving up with trying to swallow anything. The door opened, and the Dark Lord monitored her for a moment before speaking;
"What is it?" She was casual with him, as he was with her but he didn't just admit it, when she was alone with him, so she didn't even bother to lift up her head.
"Headache", she told him, while she stood up from the table, intentions to go back lay down. He spoke with soft, but cold voice to her;
"Let me", he stepped closer to her and put his wand next to her head, muttered a spell, and immediatly, her headache was completely gone. She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes, and they were close enough to each other to hear the other breathing. They looked at each other deep in the eyes. Voldemort was overhelmed with a feeling, and he thought to himself, "Is this what love feels like?". He consired loving as the greatest weakness, but what could he do about it? From just a little impulse, they kissed. Surely they had kissed before, but not like this. It had been for other intentions, that leaded to their child. The kiss was long, deep, and most of all, gently. When they broke off, akwardness took over. Neither said a word, and both stared at the floor. The silence was breaked, when the Dark Lord glanced at a clock, and told her that he needed to go to a meeting.

Tonight they would have to go to a ball for Dolohov's pureblood alliance- engagement, with some annoying witch Bellatrix had never met.
"My Lord, can you see it?" She turned to face her master, they both knowing she meant her stomach. He looked at her, and aswered; "If you know about it, yes. But no one who doesn't know won't realise a thing." She sighed in reliew, and soon they had already apparated to the Dolohov manor. This evening would be the first time, since the attempt of killing her, when they, Bellatrix and Rodolphus, so said wife and husband, would see eachother.

Bellatrix was taking sips of her drink and was deadly bored watching everyone dance and have fun. Idiots. Sje learned that this woman, who was supposed to marry her friend, Antonin Dolohov, was named Eva Flint, but Bellatrix hadn't yet been introduced to her. Eva Flint was beautiful, not anywhere near Bellatrix's looks, but still beautiful. Soon she had learned that Eva was selfish, arrogant, slightly own minded, but terrible afraid of people more powerful than her. Out of nowhere, this woman came up to her smirking;
"I haven't seen you before, I am Eva Flint", Bellatrix didn't even bother to look at the other woman, instead found herself watching the amused people dance. Eva immediatly felt insulted by this, and wanted to be better than the other, so she insulted her too;
"Hoe, watching other's men dance. You probably don't even have a husband? If you do he probably isn't honoured enough to have his Mark", as the Dark Mark. Bellatrix only smirked, realising that the bratty women didn't even know who she was. Not very civilized then, not bothering to look at her wanted pictures in the newspapers.
"My own husband is honoured enough to be in the Dark Lord's inner circle. I'll be his follower too one day", Bellatrix was too amused at this, and laughed because this Eva just said this to the woman who sits on the Dark Lord's right, as his best follower.
"Scared?" The other woman laughed and Bellatrix replied with her cold voice, almost as terrifying as the Dark Lord's;
"Very" The other woman showed fear in her face, but in a moment replaced it with as emotionless expression as an unexperiended woman could.
"My fiancé has taught me a few Dark spells, unforgivables, want to try them?" Oh, Bellatrix laughed at the woman, this made her day. But Bellatrix didn't want to ruin her own day just yet, so she said;
"I know spells you couldn't even imagine-" and then Antonin came to accompany them. Bellatrix greeted him;
"Antonin." , waiting for him to say her name to his stupid fiancé. But before he could speak, Eva did;
"Now so friendly with my fiancé, hoe?" Antonin's expression was changed to shock in a flash;
"Eva, do you know who is this?" The idiotic woman still didn't realise the situation, even when her future husband's face showed the complete reflection of terrified.
"Probably someone who can maybe just do expelliarmus and nothing else"
Antonin somehow got the next words out of his mouth;
"This is Bellatrix Lestrange."

Sorry for the short chapter again, only 900 words, but I have much schoolwork to do, so I don't really have much time, sorry🥺 But I was thinking about some flashbacks be in the next chapter, so what memories you would want the them about? Thank you for reading!

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