"Champagne Problems"
Students file into the Great Hall softly lit with the warm light of the floating candles. The student separates into the designated tables whether that be Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. The smell of the Halloween feast wafts through the air. The hints of roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and lamb chop suddenly fill my nostrils as I enter the Great Hall and make my way to my table.
I sit down next to Leah and March, Kitty, and Edith all sit across from us. The hall fills with obnoxious chatter and my eyes subconsciously drift towards the Slytherin table where Bellatrix is seated. I stare at her for approximately a minute before I am knocked out of my erotic fantasy by Dumbledore rising to the podium.
“Before we feast, I have a short speech to share with you all,” he shares.
“First off, I would like to wish everyone a very happy Halloween. Second off, I would like to remind everyone that true wisdom is not found in the answers we already know, but in the courage to seek help when we need it. Now, let the feast begin!” He continues with pure enthusiasm.
I immediately fill my plate with large amounts of roast pork, Yorkshire pudding, mixed green salad, rolls with an abundant amount of butter, and steamed Brussel sprouts as I am not an avid fan of carrots. I also pour myself a cool cup of gillywater which is traditionally only served at formal events and feasts. I take a sip and feel the coolness trickle down my parched throat.
“Did you guys hear the newest rumor of Abel and Odette?” Edith inquires as I begin shoving pieces of roast pork into my mouth.
“No, what happened?” March asks.
I try to pay attention to the drama being discussed but it is hard to pay attention when Bellatrix is sitting at the Slytherin table looking as sexy as usual. While being sexy, she also seems to have a small amount on her plate and all of it is still uneaten despite the feast having started five minutes ago. She seems to have some roast turkey, mashed potatoes, and a cup of earl gray tea but none of it has been consumed yet. I also notice her lips seem to be quivering as if she’s about to break down into tears.
“Apparently, Abel and Odette have broken up because the Mintz family has set up an arranged marriage for him that will occur the day after he graduates,” Edith states.
Instead of paying attention to the drama, I keep my eyes focused on Bellatrix and her melancholic expression that is spread across her gorgeous face. I watch as Abel whispers something in her ear, but before tears can stream down her mesmerizing face, she gets up and storms out of the Great Hall.
“I have to go,” I get up and immediately begin to practically sprint out of the feast.
I feel my friends’ looks at the back of my skull and I can already hear them asking me if anything is wrong later. They know something is up with me and it is just going to keep getting harder and harder to hide the secret relationship from them. Kitty has already been asking me where I have been going every single night when I’m really in the astronomy tower snogging Bella.
I’m not quite sure where Bellatrix has gone but I have three guesses. She is in either the lavatories, which is the most likely since it’s the closest. The astronomy tower which is unlikely because a lot of couples tend to snog there during the Halloween feast. Or her dormitory which is also quite likely because who doesn’t like to cry in the comfort of their bed and not the lavatories. I opt to go to the bathroom since it’s the closest place she could run off to.
I hurry off to the lavatories hoping to catch her before she starts bitterly weeping. As I enter, I notice her sitting on the tiled floor trying to desperately light a fag, but the fire keeps diffusing. I also take note of the hot drops of saline running down her pale cheeks.
I sit across from her and light the end of fag with the tip of my wand. For the first time in a while, all we do is just sit there in utter silence. I don’t say anything, and she doesn’t say anything. Just
Silence.
“You need to teach me that spell,” I noticed her lip quivering again and the croak in her typically angelic voice.
“I will,” I say with a soft smile hoping to not freak her out any more than she already is.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” I shift over so that she can rest her head on my shoulder if she desires to.
I watch her softly nod as she rests her head full of her curls on my shoulder despite her being taller than me.
“I’m to be betrothed to Abel,” she says with a light whisper.
I feel my heart drop to my stomach. She’s betrothed? I thought she was a lesbian. What changed?
“I thought you loved me,” I feel a sob building up in my throat.
“I do! That’s why I’m crying!” As she yells, I feel a tear almost break the surface and fall out of my aquatic eyes.
“Don’t cry. I’m the only one allowed to cry right now,” She demands of me.
I wipe away the tears forming in my eyes so as to not cause any more problems with the situation. We can’t have both of us crying or else we won’t figure this out. As the fag smoke fills my lungs, I feel a sudden revelation appear in my inquisitive mind.
“I can figure this out for you,” I promisingly tell her.
“Rita, you don’t have to do that for me with both now how it’s going to end,” Bellatrix tries to contradict me, knowing she will fail in the end.
“That’s not going to happen. I won’t let that happen. I promise to keep you safe with me and I’m going to follow through with that despite everything that will happen in the far future,” I argue back while playing with her raven-colored curls.
“Rita, you don’t have to do that. We both know it is going to end with me having to get married to a man whether I want that or not,” Merlin, did she have to be this stubborn.
“Absolutely not happening. I will go and speak to Druella and Cygnus Black myself if I have to,” I try not to yell so I don’t scare her.
I notice the mascara under her eyes. Her usual cherry red lip gloss is slightly smeared. To top it all off, her dark green lip gloss is severely chipped and she’s in desperate need of a new manicure.
I take a small package of cotton pads and a makeup remover solution. I drop some of the solution onto the cotton pad before gently dabbing at her face to remove some of the ruined makeup. I begin to wipe at the mascara cautiously to make sure that I don’t smear the good makeup still.
“What are you doing?” she lifts her head for my shoulder to get a better look at me.
“You can’t go around the school looking like a hot mess. That will just make matters worse,” I continue to dab at the makeup.
“Thank you,” She smiles with the most look spread across her lips and a perfect winkle in her eyes.
“You’re pretty,” I state before I can stop myself and I feel the heat suddenly rush to my cheeks out of complete embarrassment of what I just said.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” She questions with a sorrowful look shown upon her face that makes me feel like I’m repeatedly being stabbed with thousands of needles.
“Of course, I will do anything for you,” I state as I continue to gently wipe away her ruined and atrocious makeup.
“If this marriage arrangement does through,” Bellatrix hesitates to say the next part of the sentence.
“Then you must kill me before I get the chance because I’d rather die than be married to that swine of a man,” Bellatrix states with full seriousness and a stoic expression spread across her face.
“No, I can’t kill you! I could never do that to you, nor anyone ever!” I exclaim before I get the chance to control my actions and words.
“Merlin, just shut up and kiss me,” Bellatrix closes the gap between us, and I feel her lips against mine.
She is absolutely psychotic right now and nothing I can do will change that. But damn it she tastes so good. I feel her tongue slide against my bottom lip, asking for entrance into my mouth.
I immediately allow her tongue to enter, and I can feel it battling against mine. She tastes exactly like pumpkin. Very on brand for it being Halloween too. Our tongues battle for pure dominance and control. It's almost like I need this right now as much as she needs it.
Her tongue wins the battle and then explores every nook and cranny located inside of my mouth before pulling away to make a statement.
“I love you so fucking much,” She states before going back in for another kiss.
Bellatrix keeps kissing me. Each time it gets more and more aggressive. I feel her hands squeezing my arse and I make sure to slightly pull at her locks with my veiny hands.
I let out a yelp of surprise as she continues touching my body. This causes me to pull at her hair more harshly than before. I hear a low moan flow out of her lips into my own mouth.
I pull away to look her in the eyes.
“I fucking need you,” I say as she kisses with intense amounts of passion and chemistry.
Bellatrix pushes me over so that I am lying completely flat on my back. She looks at my slightly exposed thighs hungrily as she gets on top of me. She pushes a large amount of her curls out of the way before leaning down to kiss me even more.
I feel her tongue slip back into my mouth as she continues to fuck my mouth with her own. I let out a squeal of excitement due to her hands travelling up and down my thighs. I feel a smirk on her lips as she continues to snog me.
Her hands are littered with silver rings that linger over my body. Her Midas touch that seems to turn everything into gold, it makes me feel like I'm shining too, it makes me feel like I'm shining too. I make sure to let her know what she is doing to me is truly sending me into complete and utter insanity.
The way her hands grab my thighs sends me over the moon. Or should I say over the stars? The cold metal of her silver rings sends a shiver down my spine. I feel like I’m an angel by Michaelangelo that hangs over a church.
I remember how her thighs rest on mine and how her breasts are perfectly shaped as they dangle above me. She was perfect. Her flirting always turned me on, and her teasing glances always seem to captivate me ever so effortlessly.
She moves up so that she is straddling my waist. She leans down to kiss me again. A kiss that sends me into a pure trance and my hands graze her lower back that make her let out an enchanting whimper.
I hear the door immediately burst open. Both me and Bellatrix look up to meet glances with the two girls that came inside and caught us in such a sexual position. There two girls enter heavily making out. Each having a tongue in each other’s mouths.
They immediately break away from each other and wall enticingly stare each other down. The girl with brunette hair and natural blonde streaks and matching dark brown eyes looks straight into Bellatrix’s. I look at the plus-size girl with short brown curls and blue eyes instead.
“Bellatrix?”
“Narcissa?”
“Rita?”
“Alice?”