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Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
At the tug on his sweatpants he came back to the present, smiling as he moved to lower himself over her. He kissed her lips, humming gently against them.
"Nothing’s wrong," he told her honestly, studying her dark eyes as his hand slipped into her knickers to cup her arse. "For the first time in my life, every little thing is right. Because I have you."
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
Pulling his hand back from her, he squeezed her thigh before pulling back from her entirely with a whispered ‘lay back’ against her ear. He grabbed his wand from the nick in the bedframe. A simple wave had the windows open completely, flooding the bedroom with warm morning sunlight and a gentle sea breeze. He let the wand scatter onto the floor as he turned back to her, eyeing her with a mixture of passion and overwhelming love. It was like in that moment, seeing her laying there smiling curiously up at him, it really hit him like never before. This was the girl he was going to marry, this was the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Briefly he was floored, frozen, as he just looked at her. Everything hitting him all at once.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
His hand slid just that bit further, till her sex could be cupped perfectly in his hand. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness already forming. His cock hardened further at the thought of being buried deep within that heat.
"I’m certain I learn all my bad habits from you, love," his fingers began to move rhythmically against her, as he lowered his lips to suck and nip at the pressure point on her neck.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
As she tipped her head away he pressed a kiss to her neck, almost on instinct alone. He could feel her pulse beating steadily against his lips, the pace beginning to pick up. Her skin tasted like honey and for the life of him he didn’t know how that was even a possibility. But it was sweet and heavy and his tongue was always eager for more.
He nuzzled beneath her jaw, pressing feather-light kisses to her skin as he groaned softly. “For you? Always, ma belle,” he breathed out, his normally low voice becoming husky.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
A low growl escaped the back of his throat. He pushed himself up enough to spring towards her and grasp her around the waist. “We spend an awful lot of time together for it to be ‘just sex’, Miss Black,” he growled against her ear, his hand dipping down between her thighs.
"I think you may have misinterpreted the core material," he brushed a finger against her through her knickers, his teeth nipping lightly at her earlobe.
Having expected such a reaction, Bella shrieked and giggled childishly as she allowed him to drag her close again, then settled with her back to his chest. The warmth of his breath against the shell of her ear made her shiver, and she bit her lip hard when his hand moved from her waist to between her thighs. Apparently he was in the mood for games too.
A quiet, breathy moan escaped her lips as he lightly touched her though the fabric of her knickers, and her legs parted somewhat almost instinctively. "A bit eager, are we?" she teased, her voice airy. She tipped her head away slightly to allow him more access to her neck.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
The contact of her slender hand seemed to burn his already warm skin as it rested at the hem of his sweatpants. “I’ve heard rumours that it’s a wonderful way to start the morning. Puts you in a good mood for the rest of the day,” he sighed heavily. “Mind you, I’m not one to listen to idle gossip. It’s more beneficial to try these things for yourself, wouldn’t you agree?”
Bella sighed and arched her eyebrows in mock-disinterest. She was now aware of every little movement he made, and how even the gentlest of touches had such a huge effect on him. For now, she was simply going to play with him. "I'm not sure. It does seem like a bit of a waste of our time together, you know?" She peered up at him coyly, unable to bite back another cheshire grin. "I thought we had plans, you had me all excited to go out and do something..."
Her fingertips teasingly pushed under the hem of his sweatpants, but only remained for a moment before she withdrew her hand. "And like you said, it is idle gossip," she chirped as she began to untangle her legs and move towards the edge of the bed as though to leave. "I've never been much for gossip, as you know. It's probably rubbish. It is just sex, like I said."
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
He continued to watch her, biting back a smile at how massive his shirt looked on her small frame. That was something he was certainly getting used to. Seeing her in his clothes always had a positive effect on him. He wasn’t sure what it was, but somehow she made it sexy.
"You’re responsible when you want to be. You have your head on straight, which is more than they can say for a number of our acquaintances," stretching his own arms up behind his head, his growing predicament becoming apparent beneath the bunched up sheets, he smirked. "We could discuss this ‘just sex’ concept a little further.”
Bella let the compliment bounce off her with a roll of her eyes and she bit her lip, shaking her head. "You've got the wrong girl," she said with a smile, shaking her head. It was hard not to stare when he stretched; she couldn't get enough of watching the way his muscles moved when he stretched or lifted something heavy. He said his father taught him using magic for everything was lazy, that hard work built character. In Bella's opinion, it built something, but character was not exactly the first thing on her mind. There was a difference between the boys she fooled around with at school who were toned from Quidditch and the sort of muscling Rodolphus always had, something she realized now that they were spending much more time together.
The lines of his body forced her gaze to move from his arms and down his torso, eventually stopping where the sheets bunched at his hips. One eyebrow quirked and her lips curled into an impish grin. The hand that rested on her stomach strayed lower, her fingers slipping under the blankets far enough to allow her to toy with the hem of his sweatpants. "We could do that," she said, "What part of it would you like to discuss?" Sooner or later, he'd realize she was probably infinitely better at this game than he was, but in the meantime, she'd have her fun.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
He scoffed light-heartedly at her argument, but let her get comfortable again. He didn’t mind spending time watching her sleep that was for sure. At least it meant he was getting more time to appreciate having her with him. She was right, of course, to an extent they weren’t wasting time as long as they were still together. But for someone like him who rarely lazed around, he felt like he truly was missing out on something. He let her doze, keeping his movements gentle as he continued to brush his fingers lightly over her hair, admiring her as he became more alert.
Getting lost in his own thoughts and the feel of her heartbeat vibrating through his chest as one with his own, he almost missed her heavy sigh. Though the change in her breathing caught his attention coupled with the movement of her foot against his calf. The sensation brought about an entirely different form of alertness and he shifted his hips lightly, trying to ignore the feeling growing there.
"They trust that we’re responsible and sensible," his thumb brushed down the length of her neck as he licked his lower lip. "They were our age when they got together, after all. And besides, customs aren’t so ridiculous over here."
Apparently more sleep wasn't happening judging by the way he shifted his hips under her. Innocently, the arm she had draped across his torso moved so she could brush her hand over his stomach to rest just above his hips, unaware of the reaction she got from him just by rubbing his calf. A few more minutes of this and she sighed again, then forced herself to sit. The blanket that had covered her tumbled off and she stretched, back arched and her arms over her head with her fingers laced until she was rewarded with a few gentle pops and the relief that came with it. Her arms dropped to her lap and she slouched a bit, watching him. Ever since they began this sleeping arrangement, she'd taken to sleeping in her knickers and one of his shirts. She swam in it, of course, but something about being wrapped in something that belonged to him made her feel even more at ease.
"I can honestly say that's the first time anyone has ever used the words responsible and sensible while talking about me," she said with a playful lilt to her voice. "And I do like the atmosphere here. It's just sex." She shrugged, then inspected her fingernails for a moment. After another quick stretch, she turned to look at him. "So what are our plans then, Mr. Lestrange, seeing as you won't let me sleep anymore." She continued to twist herself around until she sat facing the head of his bed, legs folded and one hand resting on his stomach again.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
The feeling of her lips moving against his drew a lazy smile from him as they finally parted. Once she settled on his chest again, looking up at him, he went back to running his fingers through her hair. She looked most beautiful first thing in the morning. More so with her lips slightly swollen.
"Mm, I noticed," he breathed out. He hated waking her but thinking about her leaving made him eager to make the most of what they had left. "I just didn’t want to waste our last week together. I’ll make it up to you." he raised his head to press another kiss to her lips. "I promise."
As soon as he kissed her again, Bella shifted and laid her head against his chest again, one arm draped limply across his upper stomach as she allowed her eyes to go out of focus and close a bit. "Sleeping together isn't wasting time," she argued feebly, then yawned and let her eyes slip fully closed. Comfortable once more, she dozed lightly for a few minutes at a time, but the idea of not wanting to waste any time managed to keep her from sleeping too deeply.
Finally admitting defeat, Bella sighed heavily and opened her eyes. "I still can't believe your parents are fine with our sleeping arrangements," she said, "Mine would have an absolute fit if they found out we've been sharing a bed while I was here." She tangled their legs, then slowly began to rub one of his calves with a bare foot. Her parents still believed her to be a virgin, which was ridiculous given the way she usually behaved at parties with her friends or attractive boys. Being betrothed to Rodolphus changed that a bit, but it didn't make her any less prone to wanting something physical. The Lestranges, on the other hand, didn't bat an eyelash at their sleeping arrangements and seemed to know exactly what went on between the pair of them.
Our Last Summer [Flashback] // Bella & Rodolphus
The sunrise filtered through the open windows, creeping across the floor and bringing with it a cool morning breeze from the ocean as Rodolphus slowly roused from a deep sleep. He wasn’t sure whether it was being in Spain or the fact that his parents’ had no qualms about sleeping arrangements during the summer holidays, but he found he had slept much easier since leaving the United Kingdom. Glancing to the dark head resting on his chest, he smiled. Judging from his own amount of sleep and the lack of bruises he sustained, she seemed to be sleeping more soundly for the time being. The downside was that they only had just over a week left before she had to go home. He couldn’t have her to himself all summer, not without some scandal involved back home. Though he was certain she wouldn’t care about throwing a cat amongst the stuffy pigeons, mostly her family, he couldn’t do that to her. Or bring himself to insult her family that way. Still, he didn’t want to let her go.
His hand moved from her waist up to her hair, brushing the stray strands back from her face. Bellatrix Black. His fingers drifted to her shoulder, idly tracing patterns down her arm. It would be strange not spending the school year with her. It would be strange not being at school, he supposed, but more confusing was the idea of all the time he was missing with Bellatrix.
With that in mind, he brought his free hand up to tip her chin up. Tenderly he pressed his lips to hers, gently prying them apart as he deepened it.
For as fitfully as Bella slept at school and at home, she was shocked to discover that within a few days time spent in Spain, she managed to sleep soundly and quietly. No nightmares, no accidentally injuring Rodolphus in her sleep, no lying awake for hours on end. It was nice, but she quickly acquired the habit of sleeping far more than necessary simply because it felt good. The sun would creep through cracks in the curtains, Rodolphus would shift as he awoke, and Bella would sleep on as if it were the middle of the night.
Somewhere on the edge of consciousness, she felt his hand on her hair near her face, and she began to rouse as he lightly traced idle patterns down her arm. Fighting against wakefulness, she curled slightly and tipped her head down, pressing into his chest a bit more, and closed her eyes tighter. Just a bit longer...
And then he was actually moving her. She would have complained about the way he woke her by tipping her chin up towards him, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry with him for waking her up with a kiss. Her lips parted easily under his and she shifted to return the gesture at a more comfortable angle. Sleep made the embrace slow and easy, and when they finally parted, she smiled at him tiredly and rested her chin on his chest as she peered up at him.
"I was sleeping quite comfortably, you know," she murmured, her soft smile taking all the sting out of the admonishment.
There's No Place Like Home || Bellatrix & Amelia
The sight of the woman on the cot broke Amelia’s heart. Any doubt she had that she was doing the right thing fled in the face of Bellatrix’s weakened condition. Criminals deserved to be punished for their crimes, Amelia believed that completely, but there was a right way and a wrong way to do it and this was wrong. Azkaban, the way the inmates were treated, it was inhuman. Even muggles treated their prisoners better. It was high time someone took a stand against a system that was doing more damage than good. Though it would likely keep her from ever becoming minister of magic, Amelia knew she would be the person to reform the way the ministry handled criminals. Being minister was overrated anyway.
"Yes," she answered gently, "I’m here to take you home. Your husband is anxious to see you and I imagine you’re as anxious to see him." Tucking her wand away, she slid her arm under Bellatrix’s shoulders to help her sit up. "I know you’re tired, they said they’d sedated you, but I just need you to get up for a little while, long enough for us to take a portkey back to your home. You’ll be sleeping in your own bed soon enough."
Despite the relief she felt upon being told she would return home immediately, Bella couldn't help but feel like this was a trick. She met Amelia's attempt to help her sit again with stiff reluctance and even went so far as to weakly push the woman's arms away. Her ability to resist left her quickly, and so if this was some way to further punish her, she would merely have to face it. The other witch continued to speak and Bella nodded even though she didn't catch or understand most of it. Slowly, she turned on the bed and swung her legs over the edge and leaned forward, hands gripping the thin mattress as her head spun powerfully.
"Can I change before we leave?" she asked, words clumsy and muddled as they left her mouth. Bella's eyes slipped close as she concentrated on making the world stop moving around her. When she opened them again, she felt a bit more settled and a bit more focused on having her request accepted. She did want to go home, but she didn't want to wear the striped, mid-calf length sack of a prison gown when she did go.
There's No Place Like Home || Bellatrix & Amelia
As soon as she’d obtained the Wizengamot’s approval, Amelia made arrangements to remove Bellatrix from Azkaban and place her under house arrest. She’d hand picked a team of aurors to go with her, those she knew could be trusted to remain calm and unemotional in the face of Bellatrix Lestrange. Throughout the war the name had inspired fear, and yet she knew from her correspondence with Rodolphus that Azkaban had left the woman changed. The last thing she was willing to allow to happen would be for someone on her staff to exploit the weakness they’d discovered. Damn if she’d let that baby suffer for the mother’s misdeeds.
In her office in the ministry, she looked at each man and woman she’d chosen, reading their faces to determine whether or not they were living up to her expectations. “This is a job many aurors would despise, but it is not our job to question the law, only to enforce it,” she reminded them in a firm, quiet tone. “You all know that I believe in justice and I have made it my life to bring those who murdered our families, friends, and colleagues in the war to face that justice, however what separates us from them is that we do not condemn the innocent. We will not sacrifice children to accomplish our goals. The ends do not justify the means, my friends, and the reason you are here with me is because I know you believe that as well. You are all coming with me to remove Bellatrix Lestrange from Azkaban for several reasons, which we have already gone over and the Wizengamot has agreed are justified. While she is in my custody and under house arrest, you’ll be reporting to Kingsley Shacklebolt; I know you’ll treat him with the same respect you show me.”
She took a deep breath and held up a long walking stick - the portkey they’d be taking to Azkaban. “If any of you doubt your ability to show Mrs. Lestrange kindness and respect while transferring her to her home, you are encouraged to leave now. Otherwise, everyone touch the portkey, it’s nearly time.”
While a few of them hesitated, in the end, everyone she’d chosen got a hand on the portkey. Amelia had received special permission to arrive just outside the infirmary, rather than having to navigate the corridors of the prison deal with the unnerving presence of the dementors and inmates. She felt the familiar hook like sensation of being dragged through the portkey, spinning like mad and jostling against the aurors surrounding her before landing in the damp stone hallway of Azkaban. As soon as she could let go of the walking stick, she drew her wand and cast her patronus, instructing several others to do the same. As it always did, the sight of her silvery polar bear prowling around them made her smile, though she quickly refocused on the task at hand.
With a deep breath she pushed forward and opened the door to the infirmary, her heart wrenching slightly at the sight of Bellatrix asleep on the cot. The woman was dirty and thin, but appeared to be otherwise unharmed. She gestured for the rest of them to hang back a bit and walked slowly toward the bed to wake the sleeping witch.
"Mrs. Lestrange? Bellatrix..?"
Bella slept dreamlessly thanks to the powerful sedation spell the healer placed on her before she left the night previous. In fact, she hadn't moved since she'd closed her eyes and fallen asleep, and even now, hours later, the spell still made her sleep heavily. The sound of Amelia's voice pulled at the edges of her conscious mind, however, and she slowly awakened. It took her a few moments to register that it was someone saying her name, and she had to fight with herself just to be able to respond in some way. After a few seconds, she managed to open her eyes and move slightly. Every part of her body felt heavy and clumsy, and her eyes almost refused to stay open.
"Who...?" she mumbled, her words nearly unintelligible with fatigue. Bella wanted to curl up and sleep again more than anything. The old infirmary cot wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was far more comfortable than sitting on the stone floor of her cell, awake and terrified. Bella struggled to make sense of everything for a few long minutes, then finally managed to make herself sit. Even after the first decent night's sleep in a week, she looked exhausted and haggard.
"Amelia Bones," she said once she managed to think more clearly. Her voice sounded weak and tired to her own ears and she winced internally at the sound; even in this shape, Bella certainly had a strong sense of pride. Allowing the other witch see her in such a state was embarrassing. Her tenuous facade of chilly strength shattered and fell quickly, and it wasn't long before the lingering effects of sedation had her laying fully on the bed again. Her eyes closed momentarily as she allowed herself to bask in the odd sort of warmth emitted by the handful of patronuses that slowly wandered around their respective casters. When she felt able again, she opened her eyes and closed her fingers around her blanket.
"Are you taking me out of here?" she asked. Any scrap of strength that had been in her voice was gone now. Bella wanted to be home.
Reprieve | Self-Para
A few times, Bella had wondered what He would say if he could see her now. He constantly called her his most powerful, his most faithful, his best. She burned and burned and burned and no one thought it was possible to douse her. They were wrong, though. Azkaban tore her apart. It started before prison, of course, but being here made it explode.
With only the screams and inane nattering of other prisoners and the constant cold, hopeless feelings brought on by dementors to keep her company, the voices she heard became more and more pronounced until they convinced her everything here meant her harm. The people on the other side of the walls wanted to kill her, the guards were poisoning her food, her family and friends had left her to die. She refused to eat or even move and remained curled in the corner of her cell, legs drawn to her chest and her arms around them.
It only took her a week and a half to get this far.
When the guards finally opened the door and two of them entered to retrieve her, she fought back with a terrified shriek. The fact that she had refused to eat for a few days made her weak and so the pair of guards easily overpowered her as they half-dragged her down the hall, their patronuses following like luminous shadows.
The Dark Lord would be so proud to see her now.
They lead her into the infirmary, dusty and dark with disuse, and forced her onto a bed far back into the room. Bella shrieked again, terrified, and fought against her, but they pressed her arms and legs to the bed and held her there until a middle-aged witch pushed past one of them and leaned over her. Bella sobbed and tried to shy away from the woman's hand as it neared her face, then jerked again against the guards' hold on her limbs as she felt her fingertips along the side of her face.
"Shh, shh, Mrs. Lestrange," the woman cooed, oddly gentle. Confused, Bella's attempts to shove off the guards became weaker. The witch waved them away and they moved reluctantly. As expected, Bella attempted to make a break for it, but the elder woman grabbed her wrist--firmly, but still with great care--and kept her on the bed. When Bella seemed somewhat settled, the witch lightly placed a hand on the minute swell of the younger's stomach, a sensation that elicited another strong, panicked reaction. She tried to curl away from the woman and swatted feebly at her hand, then partly sat up and tried to inch as far away as possible on the semi-reclined hospital beds. The guards took a couple steps towards the bed, meaning to help restrain her again, but the witch quickly waved them off as Bella keened and tried to push herself away from them as soon as they moved.
The witch took her wrist again, then placed her other hand on her face. "Hush, love, I'm not going to hurt you or the baby," she said softly. Bella's gaze followed her, a flicker of interest moving behind her eyes. The elder woman smiled carefully. "It's hard being here and with child, I know, just lie down and relax for me. I just want to make sure it's okay." The woman's voice seemed to put Bella somewhat at ease, and much to the surprise of the guards, she obeyed. The witch's hands on her stomach again made her flinch and she bit her lip, but she didn't move. The woman gently felt the curve of her stomach, then drew her wand and performed a few spells. Bella's head tipped to the side and she closed her eyes. She ached to believe everything would be okay, but the voices insisted otherwise. Insist, insist, insist, screech, screech, screech...
Then the witch's touch left her body, Bella opened her eyes and followed the woman as she moved nearer her head. She shied away as she felt a wand touch her temple, but before she could do anything to get away, an odd sense of calm pounded through her head like a tidal wave. She felt exhausted suddenly. Exhausted, weak, alone... It was quiet, too. For the first time since she'd been here, it was quiet in her head. The relief manifested on her body and her face instantly. Now she noticed there were two patronuses in the room with her, and the realization allowed her to take in the sense of peace that came with her.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the witch--a healer, she realized now--smile a little. "That's better, isn't it," she said softly as she raised her hand to Bella's face and stroked her cheekbone with her thumb. "Your baby is fine, but you need to rest," she continued. Bella couldn't get her eyes to focus anymore. She just wanted sleep. A few moments later, the witch left her field of vision and she felt the weight of one thin blanket and then another cover her body. As her vision faded, she watched the woman head towards the guards.
"Well boys, they weren't lying. She's with child," she heard the healer say. "I want her in that bed without restraints until morning. Keep a patronus in here," she continued sternly, as though talking to children. Bella would have smiled if not for the way she felt. Her eyes closed as she continued to listen, but words stopped making much sense. "They'll be by tomorrow to retrieve her. No dementors..."
And with that, Bella slept deeply for the first time since she'd arrived at the prison. The Dark Lord would be disgusted with her state, but none of that really mattered anymore.
Cracks Begin to Show | Rodolphus + Bellatrix
To have his wife show weakness, even if only to him, told him that they couldn’t wait much longer for her release. She was losing part of herself and he wasn’t sure how long she could hold on before it was gone completely.
"I don’t want to leave you here. I’ll talk to one of the guards and see about getting a patronus kept outside your cell until you’re released," he told her firmly, brushing his fingers through her hair. "And if the fact that you’re pregnant doesn’t sway them, I’m sure a few galleons won’t go astray. It will at least keep you safe until the Aurors escort you home."
He moved his hand to put it through a lower hole in the bars, resting his palm against her stomach. He could feel a small bump there, his son or daughter growing against all odds while trapped in hell. “There’s a part of me here with you,” he reminded her. “It’s not going anywhere. I need you to hold onto that, Belle. It’s not a lot, but it’s a hope the Dementors cannot take from you.”
Bella's gaze dropped as her husband spoke. She knew he just wanted to give her something to hold on to in a place where she had literally nothing else, but it all seemed so... hopeless. Even if they did release her, the ministry could be notoriously slow about things, and she didn't want to hold her breath for the day someone would actually come escort her home. Saying that to him wasn't an option, though. Even right now, Bella knew better.
"Yeah..." she answered. Her eyes lifted, but she wasn't looking to her husband this time. The steady, pale light of a patronus grew stronger in the hallway, the sign that one of the prison guards was walking towards him. Bella felt the hair on the back of her neck stand when she realized Rodolphus really did have to leave, and he had to leave now. Instinctively, her hand dropped to his and she squeezed hard, still watching as the light grew stronger. Finally a corporeal patronus came into view; the large, fluffy-looking sheepdog looked out of place in the otherwise dark stone prison. The guard the patronus attended appeared a moment later, trailing behind the dog somewhat.
"Time to go," the guard said flatly. Bella's light eyes flicked to her husband and her lips parted. Her hold on his hand didn't become any weaker. She didn't realize how badly she needed him to stay until he was being forced to leave her.
Cracks Begin to Show | Rodolphus + Bellatrix
To have his wife show weakness, even if only to him, told him that they couldn’t wait much longer for her release. She was losing part of herself and he wasn’t sure how long she could hold on before it was gone completely.
"I don’t want to leave you here. I’ll talk to one of the guards and see about getting a patronus kept outside your cell until you’re released," he told her firmly, brushing his fingers through her hair. "And if the fact that you’re pregnant doesn’t sway them, I’m sure a few galleons won’t go astray. It will at least keep you safe until the Aurors escort you home."
He moved his hand to put it through a lower hole in the bars, resting his palm against her stomach. He could feel a small bump there, his son or daughter growing against all odds while trapped in hell. “There’s a part of me here with you,” he reminded her. “It’s not going anywhere. I need you to hold onto that, Belle. It’s not a lot, but it’s a hope the Dementors cannot take from you.”
The idea of more people than just her friends and family knowing of her pregnancy made her skin prickle. Everyone would know soon enough if they were using it as a bartering chip to take her out of this place, but she still didn't want him telling the guards before it was official by the ministry's standards. Her hand tightened on his again and she nodded once stiffly. "It's just so loud," she said almost inaudibly.
Bella peered up at him and managed a weak, forced smile. Hope? Around dementors? "Yeah," she said flatly, then lowered her gaze again as her expression fell back to a look of mild unease. "Do you know when I can go home?" she asked a moment later in attempt to hide just how upset all of this made her. If she kept talking, maybe he'd worry less about her.
Cracks Begin to Show | Rodolphus + Bellatrix
The thought of her not sleeping put him on edge. He knew how difficult sleep was for her at the best of times, not getting any at all would push her over the edge faster than he would like. Had the Healer been already they might have placed a small patronus by her cell. To protect the baby if not her. It wasn’t much but at least it might help her sleep a little.
He shifted closer to the bars as she rested her head against them. His free hand threaded through her hair and he pressed a kiss to her temple. “When you’re home, we’ll curl up on the chaise in the library. We can read your favourite books in front of the fire and you can sleep for days,” he promised her.
Just the feel of someone touching her so gently instantly soothed her a bit. Her eyes closed and her shoulder slumped as she tried to memorize the way his fingers felt in her hair. She'd expected the dementors and somewhat expected her mental affliction to become worse, but two days without being touched was something she hadn't planned. Merlin, two days? She was this bad after two days? Bellatrix Lestrange should last a bit longer in Azkaban, or so she thought.
As he spoke, she barely listened. The sound of his voice was warm and gentle, and that alone without meaning to any of the words was enough for her. He said something about sleep and she felt her body ache for the meaning of that word. It would be nice to drift off for a while, but she knew it probably wouldn't happen here, unfortunately. "Sleep sounds nice," she murmured. She squeezed one of his hands and sighed. "I don't want you to go. I don't want to be here by myself again."
