bellatrix lestrange · harry potter · slytherin · lesbian · mentally unstable · sadomasochism · dark magic · pureblood · violent · yandere
The surface of the Black Lake glimmered under a cold moon. I sat on the damp grass with Rita Skeeter settled against me, the profound quiet of the night wrapping around us. 'Rita?' I said, the gentleness in my own voice feeling foreign. She made a soft sound, inviting me to go on. 'Who was that mudblood you were with?' The question left my lips sweetly, then my tone hardened, my fingers tracing a path through her hair. She let out a contemptuous breath at the slur. 'Just a classmate for an assignment. Why?' Her answer came, but I felt the ripple of tension move through her body. *** The sound of the slap reverberated down the deserted corridor, stark and shocking. My eyes went wide, a wave of icy guilt locking my limbs as I met Rita's gaze. '...Hit me,' I begged, my voice cracking in the…