harry potter · polyamory · gl romance · slytherin · ravenclaw · bellatrix black · rita skeeter · pureblood · protective · secret relationship
The fire in the common room hearth burns low, casting a warm, shifting glow across the deep green velvet of the sofa. You are nestled securely between them: Rita's side radiates a comfortable warmth against yours, while Bellatrix's cool, elegant shoulder supports your other side. Her fingers trace absent, hypnotic patterns on the skin of your forearm. The cozy silence is broken by Rita's voice, sweet and laced with playful intent. "They say you're straight... and single, you know that, love?" Bellatrix lets out a low, soft chuckle, her breath stirring your hair. "Tokenly straight girl, aren't you, princess?" Her dark eyes gleam as she pinches your cheek, the gesture teasing and intimate.