Until the Death of Me || Rodolphus

His life since the night of the dance had been just as he suspected. It would be humdrum for the most part. He had gone back to bothering over his studies and normal everyday things. The alarm on his bedside table went off at promptly 6:30 in the morning. He had time to shower, muse over his clothes for a moment, and then wander on down to breakfast. By that time it was around 7. 7:30 if he really took his time. He could waste about an hour in the great hall, and then spent the rest of the morning meandering around the halls, slowly making his way to his classes. Months ago, it would have been more time spent flirting with girls in quiet hallways and less time on everything else. But he had made the choice. He had his last hurrah with Adeline at the ball. A fair way to go out if you asked him. But now it was hello to the rest of his life.

Bellatrix ran practices very seriously, and today was no exception. With them being down players they had new ones to train up and bring in. And it looked like it was the last chaser standing got left to show the others how it was done. Rodolophus had spent so much time out of the spot light that being in an attention position for the day went quickly to his head. Of course he wanted to impress Bells as well, so he was at the top of his game. Did he truly care about quidditch? No. But the girls were fabulously in love with athletic boys, which was why he'd joined in the first place. Bellatrix had kept him coming back, whether she knew it or not. He was trying to fall for her. Desperately trying to love her. But there was a warmth he wasn't seeing that, as much as he disliked admitting, he needed.

Even with all the commotion on the pitch, Rod had noticed her. Sitting high in the stands, was Adeline Giovanni. Lord she was pretty. He couldn't let her distract him, so he drove himself harder to stay focus and determined. What the hell was she doing here? Didn't she know these were hot waters? If Bellatrix caught wind of their little tryst, Rod feared what the slytherin girl might do to his new raven haired obsession. He couldn't deny that he had caught himself staring at her plenty of times since them. Fantasizing even. But he never spoke of it to anyone.

When they landed, Rod ran his hand through his lengthy hair. It was getting long but he didn't mind it so much anymore. They trek to the locker rooms was short, and he kept his head down, taking an extra long hot shower. The others had gone by the time he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. When the door opened again he assumed it would be Bells, grinding on him to get a move on, or one of the others ribbing him for being such a girl about his hygiene. Not Addie... But there she was standing before him in the quiet of the locker room. "Oh... Fuck....ummm.." He scrambled a little and checked to make sure his towel was secure. Not that she hadn't seen him naked anyway. "Wha-What are you doing here? You... shouldn't be in here."

The boy's smirk could not have been bigger as he listened to her stammering through her words. It was adorable to say the least. For a moment it had erased all his worries about Bellatrix finding them here and assuming anything. However, it seemed she had something very important to talk to him about, so when she asked that he get dressed, he did so quickly and without question.

She had said he was hot though, and that kept the smirk on his face as he pulled the grey long sleeve shirt over his head. The scars on his skin were from various things. Home life, quidditch, shit one of these long thin ones might have been from Integra. He didn't mind them, and the ladies loved them. So quite often, he forgot they were there entirely. But he'd seen her looking. She seemed flustered and maybe nervous. What was with her?

He pulled his pants on and quickly buckled them. As he pushed his shoes back on and ruffled out his hair he looked back up at her back. Before anyone noticed? What on Earth was she talking about. It didn't matter. If Bells was going come back she'd have done it by now. And here he was, alone with his fantasy. Very quietly, he approached her, placed his hands on her hips and leaned into her ear; breathing in the scent of her hair. "Before who notices what? Why are you so flustered today, Adeline? No one else is here. No one's going to bother us."

What the heck was she saying? Oh well she obviously wanted him to hug her more, so as she pulled his hands around he held her close kissing her neck. God did he want her. Why so badly,he didn't know. But maybe it was because she was a choice he'd made. A refreshing choice, all on his own and that he wasn't being forced into anything. If he wanted her, he had her. At least for this moment. It really didn't help that she was blabbering on about stuff that would happen in November.

Oh God, was she crying now too? What did he do?! Did he hug her too tight? Was she mad at him? He didn't even do anything? Why did he have to ruin everything he touched?! As she started to get more and more upset, Rod turned her to face him and brushed hair out of her face. He'd seen plenty of girls cry. He'd been unchanging and unaffected by them. There were even times when he'd been so cold as to cast them aside for crying. But none of those girls had been the girl that literally graced his daydreams and filled up his nightly fantasies. They weren't Addie. He didn't have to care about her, he just did.

"Hey.. Hey... Shhh. Calm down." There was a light laugh in his voice as he bent to look her in the eyes, his thumbs swiping tears from her eyes. "What's this about Not being an Auror and something in November? Take a deep breath and start over. You're not making any sense."

Pregnant. Wow that word was heavy. Rodolphus Lestrange had gone his entire adolescence aware that his promiscuous ways had consequences. He had, however, come this far with no scares. Well, none to his knowledge at least. But this.... now it was real. He'd gotten a girl pregnant. How could he be so stupid? How could he be so inconsiderate? Because he was drunk, and he was an idiot, and while he was normally conscious about protection to keep from getting warts or something where he didn't want them, he never really bothered to care about what might happen to the girls. And here she was. Pregnant.

"You're.... I.... Are you sure?? I don't mean that to sound wrong... but you're 100% sure you're pregnant and 100% sure it's mine?" Of course it was his. Look at her. He wanted all of her to be his. Including that baby. In the split second he had to think about it, Rod decided that he had to have her. He would stop at nothing to claim her. But... He already belonged to someone else. "Addie, if you're sure... I have to talk with Bells." He sighed and listened to her get all worked up about ruining lives and it made him feel even more guilty.

He wanted to hug her, but he couldn't help pulling away. Running a hand through his still wet hair, he breathed closing his eyes. He was going to be sick. He could feel the pit of his stomach swirling. It was his kid. He knew it. Rod just knew. She was sure. She had to be. The heart stopping feeling in his chest told him that was his baby. And then, his heart kept beating. Pregnant. Addie was pregnant. "You... You didn't ruin anything, Adeline... It's my fault."

"Hey, hey, hey." He was imediately there to comfort her. Rodolphus' arms pulled her to him and smothered around her tightly. It was sweet that she worried over him. Actually, it was a little comforting to know someone out there actively worried about him. She was melting him with every word she spoke and it took a lot of self control to not throw up on the spot and just keep his cool for her. With her head held to his chest he smoothed out her hair and just held her for a long moment.

"Don't you worry about anything. Okay?" That was his baby. He knew in his gut it was his. How could he have asked such an insensitive question? Of course she was sure. "I'll be fine with Bells. I can handle it. Don't feel guilty. This isn't your fault." His large thumb swept across her cheek softly as he looked down at her. He had to say something to make her feel better.

"I can't promise you the world... or a relationship... or any sort of fabulous picket fence perfect life. But I can promise you, I'll be that baby's father."