Celebration Time (Bellatrix)

”Thank you. Now, c’mon slow poke,” Bells was tugging on him, but for a moment, it seemed like he was going no where. It wasn’t until she almost tripped getting to the stairs that she suddenly felt a shift and all of a sudden he had his hand wrapped around her waist and was guiding her in the right direction. These were the days when she was happy that Zeke was such a gentleman; she knew that most guys on the team would have automatically just throw her over their shoulder and attempted to get her upstairs as quickly as possible, but he was respecting her right as Bellatrix Black, something that people rarely did, ”I appreciate the concern-” She muttered, keeping her voice low because she knew that people could still see them, ”Rod’s looking, isn’t he?” She muttered, turning around so that she could see past Zeke’s ear. She saw Rod’s dark haired head look toward her and for a moment they made eye-contact. Neither one of them had to say anything, but something unspoken passed between them in that moment. Bellatrix knew that tomorrow she as going to pay for tonight; but she also knew that she wasn’t going to stop. After all, when did Rod ever stop his antics. Cleverly she mouthed ‘This one’s mine tonight.’ in his direction and then went back to leaning against Zeke and Rod left her mind for the rest of the evening.

When they finally made it up to Bells’ room, she made sure to shut the door tightly and then let go of Zeke, showing him that she had been feigning the intense drunkenness - she was still more buzzed than she had been in a long time - to get him up the stairs and into her room. She snickered to herself as she walked around him, trying to gauge his reaction. She managed to make it to her dresser where she began pulling out various Quidditch t-shirts until she found the one that she liked. Then it was all stripping until she was in her skivvies, ”Stop looking-” She growled as she held the t-shirt up over her body and then motioned for Zeke to turned around with her free hand. Not that she actually cared if he did or not; she had invited him up here which meant that she was in control. Bells immediately pulled the shirt over her head. She ran her hands through her dark hair, happy to be free of her restrictive dress. That would be the last time that she was going to put effort into her appearance only to get sloshed at the Slytherin bash, ”Listen, Maxi-pad,” Reaching onto her wrist, she pulled off the elastic and threw her hair into a bun on the top of her head and looked at him, confused about where to start, ”I think that we should talk about what happened down there.”

She wanted to explain that she had been nervous, but there was something blocking her against saying it. Bells almost felt as if she didn’t want him to know that there was a scrap of her that actually behaved like a normal human girl. No, she wanted to maintain her mystery and mischief. That was just the way that Bellatrix Black was, ”My offer still stands.” She muttered, reaching up and playing with her hair, pulling a few strands down so that they framed her face, ”As long as you nix the application process. I’m not sure I’m feeling up to submitting a resume. Also-” She was turned around at this point, her fingers passing over the various pairs of socks that were in her drawers, trying to choose a pair for the night, ”My offer expires in exactly two minutes, so I’d decide quickly if I were you.”

She watched as his eyes scanned her room, looking at everything that was around. She kept her room in the best possible shape that she could, making sure that everything was in pristine condition. Even her Holyhead Harpies’ posters were crisply attached to her walls with adhesion charms. She hated for her room to look like a mess, never knowing when she was going to have company. Slowly her eyes fell to her bed where her green pillows lay. They filled up over half the bed, but that was the way that she liked it. She loved the feeling of being surrounded. Realizing that she had all but zoned, she turned back to look at Zeke, her eyes carefully examining him.

Bells wanted to punch him in the arm for being such an arse about the whole thing; he knew that she was stepping outside of her comfort zone to ask him out, and yet he was still trying to joke about it, ”Come. On.” She growled low when he said that he would need references. She knew that he was only joking but she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about the whole thing. If he actually did want someone to vouch for her, he would find no one to do it. She was a heartbreaker and everyone knew it. Perhaps the only person in the world who would say a decent thing about her would be Amycus, but that was because he was too dumb to realize that she was playing him a fool the entire time. She bit down on her lip trying not to laugh at the very thought. In fact, she was trying not to laugh in general. Although she was by far not-drunk and able to function, she was still feeling a little buzzed and apparently giggles came along with that territory. Then, unexpectedly she felt his arms fall onto her body and pull her close.

He said yes. She could feel the euphoric feeling beginning to run like warm water through her veins and for a second she realized that she had stopped breathing. His hands instinctively tightened around her stomach and she laughed, tickled for a moment by the sudden sentiment of it all. Here she was, Bellatrix Black and she was suddenly living what appeared to be a normal life. She was going to have a normal boyfriend who she could talk to about normal things. She bit down on her lip and tried not to laugh any more, ”Zeke Maxwell are you-” She turned around in his arms so that her hands were in-between them, softly inching their way up his shirt, ”hugging me?” She giggled and then felt her eyes widen. Had she just giggled like she was a school girl? The entire thing was beginning to throw her off and making her feel even more woozy. ‘The alcohol is going to your brain, Bells. You should send him on his merry little way,’ Her thoughts commanded her. But she didn’t want to listen. Instead, she slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer.

”You know, I’m very glad that you said yes,” She admitted as she pressed her cheek to his, closing her eyes slightly. She could feel his cheek against hers and for a moment, she felt at peace. She felt grounded and centered and like she was capable of doing anything in the world, ”Because if you had said no-” She pulled away, her green eye clouding over with dangerous warning, but a devilish smile playing on her lips, ”I would have had to send you out of here and then go to tell Rod things that he wouldn’t have wanted to hear.” She bit down on her bottom lip, trying her hardest not to burst out into cackling laughter anymore, lest someone hear them.

Bells had never been one for outwardly affection, but feeling his arms link around her back and his admission of a hug, she couldn’t help but feel a little warm and tingly inside. She had never had a proper dating life and here she was, in the arms of the man who had all but elusively escaped her for the past couple of years. Now he was finally hers...well, he was finally hers in theory. She knew that there was still the Rod issue to contend with and he most certainly wouldn’t be happy with his precious Bells anywhere near another man, despite the fact that she was never with Rod. They could barely even tolerate each other for long periods of time, ”And is it possible that I’m-” She looked up at him, ”Hugging you back?” It was certainly an odd sight. Bellatrix felt like she was suddenly very vulnerable and exposed to the world; Zeke had always done that to her. He made her feel like a giggling and blushing little school girl when everyone else treated her like the terror that she knew that she was.

”I wouldn’t be so sure. He’s got a nasty temper.” Bellatrix retorted and then rolled her eyes, knowing full-well that Zeke was right. Rod was one of those people that talked the talk but would never walk the walk. He was indeed one of the most cowardice men that she had ever met. She thought for a moment, based on the look on his face, that he was going to start laughing at her, but he just told her to stop biting her lip. She rolled her eyes and pulled a little further away so that she could fully assess his expression. She found it to be one of mixed confusion with the subtle hints of a smile. Bellatrix knew that even though he was trying to fight looking excited, this had been what he had wanted all along. She only wondered why it had taken the pair of them so long to actually make it happen, ”I hardly think that biting my lip is a crime, Maxwell. It’s a free country and-” Suddenly, without warning, it seemed, Zeke’s lips were on hers.

She felt for a moment like she was melting butter, her insides suddenly turned warm and gooey and seemed to run away with her. Her heart especially experienced the most drastic change. For a moment, that organ beat faster in warning and surprise, but it quickly relaxed into a beat of elation and excitedness. Bellatrix Black was kissing Zeke Maxwell, something that she had wanted to do since this year’s Quidditch season had started. There was something so fantastically perfect about him...something that she wanted to experience for herself. Softly, she knotted her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer, pressing her body against his in an attempt to all but knot themselves into one being. She knew that she was drunk and slowly pulled herself away, ”You can stay the night if you want.” She muttered, her eyes low and full of something dark, ”You’ll have to sleep on the floor but I’m just saying-” She winked and him and then brushed her lips over his for a second round.