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le-reinenoire:

Bellatrix shivered, smirking down at Rodolphus as he adjusted her garter. She reluctantly untangled herself from him, but didn’t desert her place on his lap yet. “Please don’t say ‘I told you so.’” She laughed. A wicked look glittered in her eye. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”

She snatched the tie from his open hand, wrapping it around her neck and quickly and methodically tying it into a neat knot. It was a very un-Bellatrix action- she was aware of it. “I learned how to do it when we were still in school. So many idiots lost Slytherin points for sloppy uniforms, so I learned how to tie a tie so we wouldn’t lose the house cup.” She slipped it off her neck and placed it back in his hand. 

The mischievous look returned to her eyes, and she quickly slid the garter down, off her leg, and pressed it into his hand. “You get to hold onto this for a while. I want it back later though.” She said, crawling out of his lap and standing up. She adjusted her skirts so they fell back to the ground nicely, and reached out to wipe a smudge of dark crimson lipstick from her husband’s cheek. “Ready to head back to hell?”

“I remember,” he murmured, a small grin across his lips as he finished fastening the buttons of his shirt and fixed his tie back into place. Back then he had done the same, taught the younger boys, and going back even further he could remember teaching Rabastan. “I used to do that too…but for some reason they all seemed to flock to you.” He gave her an exaggerated expression of shock.

Rodolphus tucked the offered souvenir into the pocket inside his jacket. “You’ve got yourself a deal Mrs. Lestrange.” he smirked and allowed her to wipe the smudge from his face. “One sec,” he reached out to the fluff her skirts around her before standing to face his wife. “I have a feeling it’s not going to be so bad.” He held out the crook of his arm for her to take. “At least we’ll get cake out of it.”

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le-reinenoire:

Bellatrix gave a breathy laugh at his response. She tried so very hard not to roll her eyes as he tried to do the gentlemanly thing. “Rodolphus,” She snapped, narrowing her gaze at him. “Shut up. You talk too much sometimes.” Not that he needed her prompting, however. No, he was already far too busy ravishing every inch of her skin with kisses. She had to admit, it was sort of fun. She decided to close her eyes and get lost in the ride. 

She pulled him back up from her neck to catch his lips in another kiss. He tasted like firewhiskey and good intentions, and she devoured it. She brought her hands down out of his hair, fighting with his tie until she got it off him, chucking it across the room, and began fighting with the buttons on his shirt. As she worked on the buttons she moved away from his lips, grazing his jaw with her teeth and a kiss. 

She was about halfway through the buttons, her hands roaming his chest, when she heard a cough from the door. Bellatrix didn’t bother moving from her position, suggestive as it may have been. Her fingers drew absentminded circles on his abs as her eyes darted to seek out who had interrupted. 

“Hello, mother,” Bellatrix said, staring down her mother. “We were in the middle of something, so if you’d like to come back later…?” She mused. Druella fixed her daughter with an expression that Bellatrix herself had used many times. “You need to cut the cake. Be outside in ten minutes, or I’ll send in your father.” Druella said, her tone even and cool, before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

Rodolphus groaned as her teeth grazed across his flesh, his own hands busy hiking up the skirt of black fabric and working their way up her legs  as her own wrested to strip him of his tie and undo the buttons of his shirt. He stifled another groan and hooked a finger into her garter dislodging her hidden flask just as the interruption came, bringing him crashing back to reality. Peeking up he grinned as Bella glanced over to the door where her mother’s voice informed them of further obligations.

As the door shut behind his mother in law, Rodolphus smirked and dipped his head down place a kiss on her inner thigh where the garter had just been displaced. He fixed it neatly as it had been moments before and sat back, his breath steadying, and took a long drink from her flask before offering it back to Bellatrix. “Saw that coming.” he chuckled runing his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it. “So....cake...and then we can tell everyone to fuck off and continue?” he flicked his wand and sent his tie flying toward them to land neatly in his outstretched hand. 

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le-reinenoire:

Bellatrix forced herself to get lost in it. Lost in wrapping herself around Rodolphus, twining her fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots slightly in an attempt to get closer to him than she already was. 

She was a merciless queen. She knew what she wanted, and would take it by any means necessary. Any means. She blindly walked forward, still tangled in his embrace, falling onto a loveseat and pulling her husband down with her. She knew she was supposed to feel something- fireworks, or fire, or what have you, but she felt nothing of the sort. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t act as though it were otherwise. 

She broke the kiss, panting slightly, but kept her forehead pressed to his. “You missed,” She explained, catching her breath.

Rodolphus grinned, pausing to rest in this moment where the make-believe was as effortless as he could ever recall. “My mistake.” He chuckled, moving his mouth to kiss along her jaw. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, his hands still tangling in her wild hair that he was beginning to adore as if the strands themselves made up the woman she was. “Bella…we......we don’t have to do this.” He was suddenly seized with a fit of gallantry, “I mean…we can…but if you don’t want to…” he trailed off, his words and reservations lost as his mouth continued to kiss every inch of bare skin he could find among the layers and layers of black fabric that seemed to surround them.

This was foolish, this was the worst possible thing he could do, he was playing with fire and yet he had no desire to protect himself from the inevitable burn to come. If anything he liked this, the danger, the fact that she was such a good actress, it made the illusion so much better, so much easier to get lost inside of.

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le-reinenoire:

Bellatrix snorted, shaking her head. “You’re a pig.” She drained her own glass, holding it out for a refill. She deadpanned and made a crude gesture at him as he recounted their previous attempts at getting along. 

She stood frozen, staring curiously at him as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. There was something very real about it. As though this one small action weren’t part of the vast charade that they were playing out that evening. He really was getting forward… She put her glass down for a moment and slowly paced away, lost in thought

But it could be advantageous, letting the charade become more than what it was. There was potential for something greater with this match. They could use each other to move up- it guaranteed at least one person would be on her side. It just might work.

“To hell with it.” She muttered, turning sharply on her foot and, marching back over to Rodolphus, seized him by the collar and yanked him to her.

He smirked and refilled her glass as requested making no excuses for himself and watched, amused as she paced the room. As she turned back around he recognized the newly determined look on her face and prepared himself as she seized him by the collar and pressed her lips to his. There was something intoxicating about the kiss, about the act itself, the sheer intimacy of it and what their situation dictated. Rodolphus found himself grasping her by the waist and pulling her closer, suddenly craving more, more of her, more of this whatever the hell this was.

His hands moved to tangle in her hair and it struck him how he finally understood how the illusion of closeness and the feeling of being wanted could make people do unthinkable things. He had never experienced it himself, never felt as if he were wanted, loved, needed; and regardless of the fact that he knew she felt none of those things in this moment he understood how one’s body could betray the senses and trick their mind or even their heart into believing it was true. But right now, it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter that this wasn’t real or that she would never love him, right now all that mattered was her body pressed against his and the taste of the whiskey on her tongue and how great it felt to forget that they were Rodolphus and Bellatrix for just a moment and pretend.

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unofficialroyal:

“No, it’s alright,” he agreed, taking a drink. “It could certainly be worse.”

“Speaking of worse, have you seen my fiance around here? We’ve yet to run into each other this evening.“

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alice-fortescutie:

Alice nodded happily. “It’s lovely. A bit extravagent, but it is her birthday, so I suppose it’s nice to go all out on one’s birthday.” She shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. “It’s bizarre though… Seeing the ministry like this? I’m here almost every day, so ballgowns and dress robes with flowing champagne is, slightly out of the ordinary.” Alice chuckled with a small shrug. “How about you? Enjoying yourself?”

Rodolphus pursed his lips and shaking his head mad a tutting sound, “Don’t make the mistake of letting her hear you say that. You’ll get a brisk reminder that all this,” he waved his hand to gesture the vast room itself and the party within, “Is not for her.” he gave Alice a wink and looked around surreptitiously to ensure he hadn’t been overheard, it wouldn’t do well to fall on Narcissa’s bad side a second time that evening.

“Me? Oh yeah,” he nodded taking another drink from his glass that never seemed to be full enough to get him past just a slight buzz. “What’s not to enjoy? The champagne is flowing, I’ve had more than a few dance partners this evening, at the insistence of my father, and of course the pleasant company witches and wizards from various different...backgrounds. It’s been a hoot.” he shrugged casually not meaning the last statement in anything but a neutral observance.

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rvblvck:

If there was ever one person up for as much fun as Regulus, it was Rodolphus. And a party was the perfect excuse to let loose and get a little wild. “I hope you don’t have to be in before midnight tonight. I plan on shutting this place down.” Regulus called over his shoulder, the groups of people and music not too loud to be heard over. He gave a mischievous grin, snatching a shot from a table and instantly throwing it back.

Rodolphus laughed and let Reugulus lead him past the throngs of people. He watched Regulus take a shot from a passing tray in mild surprise. “I won’t be turning into a pumpkin or anything...” he chuckled, already planning to keep an eye on the younger wizard for the remainder of the evening. “Hey have you seen your dear cousin around? I haven’t run into her all evening.”

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tainted-daffodil:

“Precisely, it’s two very different things that happen to be occurring on the same day.” Narcissa replied, her features hardening, unimpressed by his response. “Narcissa will suffice. Just because you are marrying my sister, it does not make you my family. Now if you’re quite done putting a dampener on my evening.”

Rodolphus sighed dropping all pretense, the last thing he wanted to do was upset Narcissa, he had always liked her and she wasn’t deserving of any snark, least of all from himself. “Ok, ok I’m sorry, you’re right.” he held his hands up in surrender. “You’re right, I’m sorry if I overstepped, or misspoke.” He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a small box wrapped in silver paper and ornate white ribbons that fit comfortably in the palm of his hand and held it out to Narcissa. “I only wanted to wish you a happy birthday, I know the past few have been less than satisfactory for you, I only hope that this one will prove to be an improvement.

He opened his mouth again to add how she was wrong about the second part, how the union of his family to hers through his marriage to her sister would, in fact, make them family whether she liked it or not but thought better of it. In time she would see that his loyalty to her sister, their family and even her was unwavering. That was the one thing he had learned from his father that he was proud of. “Again, I apologize for my tactlessness.”

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le-reinenoire:

“Maybe our parents weren’t complete idiots to pair us up together.” Bellatrix laughed as Rodolphus pulled out his own flask. He wasn’t testing her patience this evening, so she found herself almost enjoying his company. After all, he was stuck in the same predicament she found herself in.

A rather surprised expression crossed her face as he reached for the hem of her skirt, pulling the silky fabric up in order to return her flask to its home. “Well, well.” She smirked as her skirts fell back to the floor. “You’re getting more forward, aren’t you? And when they find us, I think we’ll both need another drink for the number of pictures they’ll make us take.”

She raised her own glass, clinking it against his. “To us.” She said definitively, taking a sip from her glass. “You know, this could be the start of a beautiful partnership.”

Rodolphus grinned, truly savoring the look of surprise that painted itself across her face. “I would argue I’m just innocently feeling up my own wife behind closed doors.” He chuckled and sipped from his own glass. “Hmmm partnership, funny, I seem to remember a similar conversation between the two of us. Except you were snarling like a cornered animal and I was the one proposing partnership.” He teased her gently.

“We’ve come a long way Bells,” Rodolphus drained the rest of his glass and topped it off again with his flask, “I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather be here with.” he leaned closer and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, nearer the corner of her mouth than he perhaps had intended. For a moment it was nice to pretend that this was all real, that he was simply a man hidden away with his new bride, enjoying a moment to themselves, flirting and getting drunk enough to be comfortable with each other. But he reminded himself how dangerous it was to go down that path of thinking.

Perhaps it was the alcohol making him reckless, making him bold, either way Rodolphus was grateful to know that at any moment he could slip himself a sobering potion to clear his senses.

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“Cheers!” He tipped his glass back draining it in one gulp, “It’s really not so bad is it?” He vaguely waved his hand at the expanse of the room.

unofficialroyal:

“Definitely not, dear Roddy. You may be superior to your brother but very few are superior to me,” he said with a grin.

“Oh I don’t doubt that, Nikolai.” Rodolphus gave him a wink and offered a glass of something fizzy and hopefully high in alcohol content from a passing try. “Drink with me?”

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“My apologies Narcissa, you’re absolutely right. Nevertheless, it is still a ball and it is still your birthday.” Rodolphus returned to that tedious formal manner and drained the rest of his glass of champagne. “ And the wedding is only a few days away. You’re really going to make me call you sister-in law?” He placed the empty glass on a passing tray and pulled his ever present flask from his pocket, “Or will Narcissa do?” He took a long drink from the flask and scanned the room.

rcdclphus-lstrnge:

“Here’s to you finally getting the celebration you deserve little sister.”

“As I just said, Rodolphus, that’s not why we’re here. And I’m not your little sister.”

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le-reinenoire:

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“I was so hoping you’d say that,” Rodolphus smirked and stooped to lift her up, one arm around her back and the other under knees, “We’re like a proper husband and wife now,” he chuckled and crossed the hall to the door there that was slightly ajar, he peeked in first to make sure no one was lurking before pushing into the small room and nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. “I bet you hated that,” Rodolphus chuckled setting Bella down on her own two feet again and flipped a light on.

Leaning with his back against the door, Rodolphus took in the sight of his wife standing looking more like she was attending a funeral than her own wedding, hair as wild and untamed as herself and somehow all the coldness between them in recent weeks seemed to have thawed. He wasn’t sure where this was heading but for now he sensed no danger.

“So, Mrs. Lestrange, now that you have me alone,” he smirked, “What are we going to do?”

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow in surprise as he easily swept her off her feet and carried her down the hall. She fixed him with a rather incredulous look as he carried her through the door. It was rather like she was a queen of some ancient society, and heaven help the person who let her foot touch the ground. As he set her down, she walked away, turning about the room to get the lay of the land. 

From the corner of her eye, she noticed he was watching her. “Enjoying the view, are you?” She fluffed out her train behind her for dramatic effect. “You’re lucky suspicions would be drawn if you wound up dead on our wedding night. Very interesting stunt you pulled, carrying me across the threshold.” She teased. She wasn’t really upset or annoyed. She just enjoyed toying with him- watching him scramble to ensure some sort of steady ground with her.

“Well, I thought maybe something a tad stronger than that lovely champagne they’ve been plying us with might be nice.” She said, hiking up the skirt of her dress to about mid-thigh, revealing a flask that she’d stashed in her garter. She flicked her wand, and two glasses whizzed towards her, setting themselves down neatly on a nearby table. “Firewhiskey?”

“I am actually.” Still grinning his gaze followed her as he listened to her empty threats. This was the pattern they’d fallen into and for whatever reason it was comfortable. For the most part she hardly meant it and he only ever pushed her so far. If they could keep it going this way, they might actually stand a chance. Rodolphus’s eye lit up in surprise and amusement as she hiked her skirt up to reveal her flask. “You know we have a lot more in common than people give us credit for.” He reached into his own jacket pocket and flashed his own flask.

“Mine is almost empty,” Rodolphus lied and sauntered over to the table to fill their glasses, “But of course I’ll always have enough to share with my wife.” He took one of the glasses and handed it to her, then slipped her own flask out of her hand and reached his other hand down to slowly lift the skirt of her dress only just to reveal the garter around her thigh. He slid her flask safely back in place. “You keep that darling, I’m sure you’ll need it when they finally discover us.” Taking his own glass Rodolphus raised it to her,  “To…..us?”

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 alice-fortescutie:

“Oh, Merlin, I’m sorry.” Alice said. Her hand flew to her mouth at the realization of what she’d said. “I mean, not sorry that you’re marrying her. Erm, congrats? I meant ‘sorry about the threats… and fits of.. rage.’?”

 She shook her head and held out her hand to shake. “Sorry, I’m a tad frazzled as of late. Alice Fortescue.”

Rodolphus grinned, amused as he watched the witch fumble over her words. Most people didn’t understand Bellatrix, he himself was barely able to keep up, but it was almost charming the way she seemed so flustered. He grinned and took her hand to shake it, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Fortescue. Are you enjoying the festivities here tonight?” 

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vivaciousviolet:

“Well as I said, it is freezing outside,” she said with a small laugh. Violet ordered her drink before turning back to Rodolphus. “No, it’s not so bad. And I’m sure your company will be just as good as anyone else’s.”

Rodolphus supposed it could have been worse, she could have insulted him or been horribly unpleasant, but then again that would have been bad manners. It had been a while since he had socialized with anyone outside of his immediate circle and for some reason, the normally observed pleasantries seemed to escape him at the moment but he scrambled for something to make conversation with, “So Violet, other than freezing, how are you?”

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le-reinenoire:

Bellatrix let out a soft snort at the pout he painted on his face, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles. Rodolphus Lestrange was no fool: he played the game just as well as she did. The facade had to be perfectly executed- not a detail missing. It would be their magnum opus. 

“I know. It’s tragic, really. We’re at an event where we’re  the spectacle for the evening, and we’re expected to do things like dance, and cut cake.” She scoffed in feigned disbelief.

Bellatrix let out a purr of a laugh against his lips. “My, you know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you? My vote is for escaping this madness for a little while. Lead on, husband dear?” She implored, batting her eyelashes, playing the innocent doe-eyed bride.

“I was so hoping you’d say that,” Rodolphus smirked and stooped to lift her up, one arm around her back and the other under knees, “We’re like a proper husband and wife now,” he chuckled and crossed the hall to the door there that was slightly ajar, he peeked in first to make sure no one was lurking before pushing into the small room and nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. “I bet you hated that,” Rodolphus chuckled setting Bella down on her own two feet again and flipped a light on.

Leaning with his back against the door, Rodolphus took in the sight of his wife standing looking more like she was attending a funeral than her own wedding, hair as wild and untamed as herself and somehow all the coldness between them in recent weeks seemed to have thawed. He wasn’t sure where this was heading but for now he sensed no danger.

“So, Mrs. Lestrange, now that you have me alone,” he smirked, “What are we going to do?”

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rvblvck:

“Oh, I remember.” Regulus laughed, finishing his glass. “Well come on then. Let’s go tear up that floor.” He winked and jerked his head in the direction of the small crowd already dancing.

“After you, Sir!” Rodolphus grinned, draining the last of his champagne before standing to follow Regulus out into the swirling sea of bodies already moving to the music.

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rvblvck:

“Oh come on! I won’t tell her!” Regulus chuckled as he leaned in closer “Besides, she’d kill me too…” He laughed again as he straightened, taking another puff. “Mm, one hell of a party, to be sure. Have you decided where it will be? I feel like I should know this already, though.” He frowned slightly as he thought, wondering if he’d tuned his Mum out for too long the other day at breakfast.

“Well I’ll let you in on a little secret Reg, when it comes to the planning and all that, they generally don’t let then folks decide very much,” he chuckled and took a sip from his drink. “I’m sure there are exceptions, but I’m not one. It’s all on the invite anyway. I just show up when and where I’m told.” he gave Regulus a wink, talking to his future cousin was doing wonders for his non existent nerves.