Cover - Bellatrix & Voldemort

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A/N I've tried to upload this chapter dozens of times, but it never shows up after it's loaded, and I'm starting to lose my hope. So I hope you all see this, and if you do, please let me know what you think, and what do you hope more into this story? Also, keep in mind that I've edited the chapters so that there hasn't  really been anything romantic between Voldie and ma'am Bella. Yet.
Edit: It finally uploaded!!

30 April 1975 (present)

"Only the Dark Lord's trusted servants are allowed here. You can go and wait with the other wives in the next room."
A tall and strong looking man placed himself before Bellatrix. The Dark Lord had mentioned that he was going to get someone to guard the door and alert them if an uninvited guest -in other words, an auror - was trying to come in.
"I'm a Death Eater", the Dark Mark was all visible trough her thin sleeve, "and I've been invited here."
"Why do I have such a hard time believing you?"
Bellatrix sighed and the man smiled at her with his finger pointing towards the room where the boring housewives were. She smiled back, as innocently and sweetly as possible.
"You could take your male priviledge and kindly step the fuck out of my way."
"No need to use that kind of language with me", he stepped towards her and she could smell cigarettes and vodka, "I could show you what I do to little girls like you."
Bellatrix shot a quick and careless stupefy at him and stepped over him to finally get into the meeting. But she turned around, walked back to the man and did a favor to the humankind by sinking her heel into his stomach, but not going deep enough for the wound to be deadly. She wouldn't dare to kill the Dark Lord's guard.

"Finally, Bellatrix, we were waiting for you."
She walked to her seat and bowed her head, causing her loose curls to fall infront of her face.
"I apologise, My Lord, I had some troubles on the way."
"That include stunning my guard?"
She didn't know how he knew, but that wasn't something she could find out at the moment.
"Well, my Lord, I... Actually, yes."
Everyone was excepting him to punish her for such boldness, and that it was only a matter of seconds until she would be found under his Cruciatus. But that never happened, he seemed more like he forgot the whole thing. Instead he moved to the next subject; getting the giants to their side.

2 May 1975 (present)

"I should've chosen a rainproof cloak", Bellatrix muttered more to herself than Voldemort as she came into the Dark Lord's office, with some parchments about missions and money - everything that had something to do with his cause. Voldemort ignored her, but gestured her to sit by the fire.
"Did you bring the papers?"
"Yes, I did, Master."
She had only recently started calling him master, but he seemed to like. Like the feeling of being someone's master, owning someone.
"I take it that the raid yesterday went well?"
"Yes, Master. We had a little trouble breaking the barriers around the mudbloods' house but otherwise everything was as planned."
He took a bottle of firewhisky to fill a glass for himself and Bellatrix.
"Great, absolutely", he gave the glass to Bellatrix and she took a sip, "I am very pleased with you, Bella."
"Thank you, Master. That's all I want, to please you."
"I know, Bella."
Voldemort looked out of his huge window to see the well-cared gardens of Malfoy manor and the dark sky full of stars. Her glass was almost empty, and his was dismissed on his table. Bellatrix rose from her seat and dared to go closer to the window. Voldemort looked at the woman in front of him. Gorgeous. Breathtaking even. Her chest rose up and went down as she inhaled and exhaled, and the V-neckline of her dress let the swell of her breasts to show as it should. Her dark brown silky curls were in the shadows behind her back, which made them look even more smooth and shiny. The moonlight hit her face just perfect to highlight her sharp jawline, black and long eyelashes and her beautiful eyes and her rosy lips that he could destroy by sucking them for so long. Did he actually think like that of her?, he wondered. Or was it just the doing of the few wine glasses he had taken earlier? He had never had to deal with this kind of feelings; he couldn't even remember the last time he had kissed someone. There was only a small gap between the two anymore. He had moved closer as he was in his thoughts, and she didn't seem to mind. No, stop, you're making a terrible mistake!, Voldemort told himself. But he did close the gap between them. He kissed her gently, and she backed a step because she was so surprised but his hand flew to the small of her back and kept her close to him. He pulled back then, stopped and looked into her eyes. But that wasn't enough for either of them, and he kissed her again, this time more roughly. This time she actually kissed back, and ran her fingers up his chest. His other hand was on her waist and the other was on the back of her head. She deepened the kiss and he slid his tongue into her mouth. Bellatrix didn't catch up with the current events; was the Dark Lord really kissing her? Why? She wanted to live in this moment forever, to this moment to last forever. After they were both out of air, her lips bruised and his wet, he broke off, but still pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Then it was over, and he went back to his firewhisky glass, leaving her to stand there like a child whom someone had stoled candy from.
"Go to rest now, Bella. You have a lot of job to do for me today."
She didn't know what to say, but her feet lead her out of the room with a small nod of her head, and right outside she leaned against the door and lifted her fingers to her lips to make sure this was real. To make sure that this moment would stay in her mind forever.

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