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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 24, 2013 12:11:50 GMT -8

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Bella’s eyes were trained on the horizon, trying her hardest not to pay any attention to the man that was talking to her. She didn’t want to hear what he had to say; she didn’t want to hear anything. She honestly just wanted to be left alone in her own little world like she always was. Not many people tried this hard to draw her out of the shell that she had built up so heavily around herself. She felt him coming closer and drew her elbow forward, prepared to jab it into his side as soon as he touched her, but his words seemed to freeze her cold where she stood. ‘Don’t fight me.’ How strange it was that Bellatrix obeyed only momentarily. There was something so calming about the way that Zeke spoke to her that for a moment, she did nothing but let him hold her there...

At least until he attempted to pick her up. She felt her feet being pulled off the ground and she immediately growled in the back of her throat, ”What do you think you’re doing?”

[/b] She barked as he carried her like a small child. She hated being babied by him; she was an independent woman that was fully capable of taking care of herself and she most certainly didn’t need Zeke freaking Maxwell treating her like this. She thrashed her arms wildly, but Zeke was in fact stronger than her, so it was easy for him to keep her contained, ”I hate you. A thousand times more than when you skipped my meeting this afternoon. I have you, Maxi-pad!”[/b] She yelled before they had even made it into the castle. Like a small child throwing a temper-tantrum, Bells shook her legs and kicked as hard as she could, hoping that she could at least get him to drop her. That would be better than having to be paraded through the castle like some sort of...trophy wife.

She was so obviously pouting as soon as they came into the castle, but she couldn’t help but draw in a quick breath when she realized just how much warmer she felt within the confines of Hogwarts’ walls. She growled at him when he instructed her that she would draw less attention if she wasn’t flailing wildly, ”What’re you looking at, Slytherfreak.”[/b] She snapped at a first year boy who had stopped in the middle of the hallway to look at them. Immediately, the boy turned a pale white color and looked as if he was going to pass out on the floor. Bells managed another snarl in his direction and the young Slytherin took off running in the opposite direction.

Bellatrix was left with nothing more to do than to dwell on the fact that she was presently being treated like a small child, ”I hate you.”[/b] She reiterated for the third time in the past five minutes.

He dropped her onto the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows, so obviously fuming with anger, ”Oh thanks for the permission, ass hole.”[/b] She growled as she grabbed some of her damp hair and threw it up into a pony-tail. Something strange had happened to Zeke and she was beginning to get fed up with whatever it was, ”For the record, you don’t have permission to touch me, let alone pick me up any more. Do you understand? Further more-”[/b] He threw the clothing at her and it hit her right in the face, causing her face to turn a shade of bright red. He told her that he would do it for her and she wanted to scream. She wanted to tear her hair out and scream at the top of her lungs. She pulled the clothing off of her face and found herself staring at a very naked Zeke. Immediately she looked away, feeling rather put off with the whole situation, ”Did I mention that I hate you?”[/b]
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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 25, 2013 8:18:50 GMT -8

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Zeke smiled softly at Bellatrix as he slipped his boxers on, “Yes, you mentioned it once or twice. But you’ll thank me when you aren’t bed-written with pneumonia.” he chided her slightly, still a little annoyed that she was wearing her soaking wet underwear, she was going to catch her death if she didn’t get out of them and her reluctance was starting to annoy him. “Bellatrix… I’m not going to ask you again… Change into the dry clothes.” Zeke growled slightly as he eyed her, there was no reason why she should be bashful now; they’d spent countless nights together naked, they were so familiar with each other’s bodies at this point that Zeke would be able to tell if Bellatrix had a new freckle. He fought back the urge to go over and change her himself, knowing that this might not be the proper time for it. “Bellatrix…please? Because as much as you hate me right now, I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Zeke’s voice was soft this time, as he almost pled with her. He turned away from her, towards the small fireplace in the room, it dawned on him that they’d left their wands by the lake; He’d need to make sure to go fetch their clothes before it got too much later. Zeke shrugged and walked over to his nightstand and pulled out his lighter, rolling it between his fingers. Great, she’s going to hate this fire even more because I am starting it the muggle way. He grabbed a piece of parchment and crumbled it into a ball, sticking it in the middle of the logs that had been arraigned in his fireplace for him, Zeke flicked his lighter and lit the parchment, watching as the fire slowly grew and began to catch the logs.

“I’m sorry, I had to carry you like that; but I could tell you were going to fight me if I tried to bring you back here…” Zeke stood up and walked over to Bellatrix, sitting down on the bed next to her. “I just didn’t want you to go...” He whispered softly to her as he tugged on the blanket, adjusting it back over her shoulder. If she was going to be difficult and not change herself, she should at least be covered with the blanket.

Zeke was so confused, he had no idea what had happened during their kiss; no idea why she was suddenly pushing him away… He took the risk and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest, and just held her there for a moment. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, Bells, but whatever it is… It’s can’t hurt you now. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.” Zeke’s voice was soft and sweet, as if he were talking to a child, because he knew that right now her mental status was just as fragile as a small child’s. He knew that she had been punished by her Father because she had asked about Zeke, he knew that man had tortured her in ways that Zeke couldn’t even imagine. He could feel his muscles start to tense as he thought about Cygnus Black, and all the harm that he had caused to Bellatrix. “On my life, Bellatrix, nothing will hurt you.” Zeke breathed through his teeth, practically seething with anger.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 27, 2013 20:23:44 GMT -8

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WORDS 806 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES I think that I actually like this post! That's a first this thread...!

Bellatrix could do nothing except roll her eyes at her ex-boyfriend. There was something about him that was just so...charming when he was trying to get her to do what he wanted. That being said, she also knew that she was hating him more than she had ever hated anything at the current hour, ”I don’t get pneumonia.”

[/b] She growled right back at him, sitting there on his bed, still refusing to move. She turned her head slightly to face him when he instructed her to put on the dry clothes and just shook it, allowing some of her dark hair to fall over her shoulders. It was uncommonly cold, her wet tendrils falling onto her collarbones and she had to completely clench all of her muscles to stop herself from shivering. She wouldn’t let Zeke be right...it wasn’t in her, ”No.”[/b] She muttered, folding her arms across her chest and turning her head in the complete opposite direction of Mr. Maxwell. She knew that she was only egging him on by refusing to do what he wanted, but she just couldn’t will herself to do what he asked. But he would just continue bothering her until she submitted. She heard the word please and immediately looked in his direction, her nose scrunched up slightly in anger, ”If I change, will you just shut up? Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard.”[/b] Her fingertips were already on the clasp of her bra, slipping it off and dropping it onto the floor before pulling on the shirt that he had laid out for her. For once, silence filled the room and Bells felt like she could relax.

Her eyes flickered over at Zeke who was kneeling before the fireplace that was in the room, balling up paper? She could feel her face go hot with realization when she figured out what he was doing, ”What you are doing is disgusting.”[/b] She muttered, slipping off her wet underwear and throwing it in the direction of that blasted muggle fire so that it could dry, ”That’s the way that filthy muggles do it.”[/b] The sentence was of course for clarification purposes...as if Zeke didn’t already know what she was telling him. She reached down and picked up her bra, throwing it toward the fire as well and then sat back down on the bed.

She drew her knees up to chest, trying her best not to shiver, even though her hair was already soaking through the cotton fabric of the shirt, ”You’re not sorry.”[/b] She retaliated, her fingertips digging in to the skin on her leg, trying to keep herself still. Zeke was possessive, just as she was. She knew that he wasn’t sorry for what he did...if given the chance, he would do it again. He would throw her over his shoulder if he had to and drag her kicking and screaming wherever he wanted her to go and the whole thing would just repeat. Happened to them all the time, quite frankly. He tightened the blanket around her shoulders and for a moment, she felt as if she was going to melt into the warmness that he was offering her...but she remembered how cold they had been to one another over the past couple of days and knew better than to think that this would be the end of their feud.

A hug. A simple action that Bellatrix had not experienced for such a long time; but the feeling that spread from her chest outwards toward her limbs was...warm? The cold exterior that she had been holding up was melting as she listened to his heart beat, ”I’m not even sure what’s going on in my head.”[/b] She admitted, shaking her wet hair against his chest, ”You can’t protect me forever, you know.”[/b] Her voice was nothing more than a whisper; the truth falling from her lips, ”One day, I’ll be married and be the ghastly Mrs. Lestrange.”[/b] For a moment, her voice turned harsh; all the anger that she felt about marrying Rodolphus suddenly apparent in the mention of her future surname...but she made it disappear, swallowing it with her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth. Anger surged through her and she wanted to scream; throw a tantrum, do something to make the marriage stop. She didn’t want it...she didn’t want Rodolphus. But she knew that she had duties...and in her eyes, duties trumped everything.[/color][/b]
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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 30, 2013 8:01:51 GMT -8

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Zeke turned back towards Bellatrix and his face dropped as she talked about his voice being nails on a chalkboard, even though he knew that she was just trying to be hurtful, the words still struck home and stung, badly. "As you wish, Bells." Zeke said softly. He had known that she was going to be mad at him for carrying her through the castle, but he still wasn't prepared for this. Zeke smiled softly as she began taking off her soaking wet underwear, he was glad that she had finally came to her senses and was changing into the dry clothes. He hoped that it would help her warm up quickly, he hated to see her shivering like this. He turned back towards his fire and proded it softly trying to help the logs catch fire, he wasn't exactly a survival expert but he had learnt the basics and he was pretty sure that this was what he was supposed to be doing.

Zeke shrugged, he had known that she would hate him doing this the muggle way; but they had left their wands at the lake so there was no other way for him to do it right now. He turned towards Bellatrix and was hit square in the face with a pair of soaking wet underwear, Zeke simply laughed and pulled them away from his face, "Thanks, Love." he replied as he laid them out close to the fire so they would begin to dry, fighting back the urge to mutter a quirky comment about her wanting him in her panties. After he laid out her bra as well, he stood up and smiled for a second, "those had always been one of my favorite sets of yours" He told her playfully as he walked closer to her, "We both left our wands down by the lake, that's the only reason I made you a muggle fire."

Zeke grabbed a towel and sat down next to Bellatrix, picking her hair up off of her collar; which by this point was already soaked; he wrapped the towel around her hair and twisted it up so the it sat ontop of her head. He looked down at the wet shirt and shook his head; Zeke pulled off his own shirt that he had been wearing and then reached down quickly and tugged the wet shirt over bellatrix's head and tossed it across the room before replacing it with the shirt that he had been wearing. "You're shivering, or atleast, you would be if you didn't have your muscles as stiff as a stone." He told her softly as he once again wrapped his blanket around the two of them, pulling her against his bare chest.

Zeke listened to the words, he felt the sting, he felt the venom start to flow again as he heard the words "Mrs. LeStrange." The sting was even harsher as he heard the words in her own voice, Zeke tried to regain his composure as he felt the room spinning; he wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, cry, fight, and shut down all at the same time. There were no words for the emotion that he was feeling right now, but the soft tickle of Bellatrix's breath cascading across his bare chest brought him back to reality, he could feel her every inhale and exhale…. and Zeke remembered that this moment was what he was fighting for. He was fighting for the right and the ability to hold the woman that he loved in his arms without fear or worry about when it would be over. Zeke knew that he would fight for this with everything in him, "Bellatrix, I'm going to protect you, until my dying breath… I will protect you."

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Jan 30, 2013 21:38:52 GMT -8

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WORDS 819 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES none.

Bellatrix could almost feel that she was hurting him with her words - every time he looked over at her, she glared daggers at him, trying to make him just disappear. She didn’t want to deal with this tonight. In fact, she didn’t want to deal with any of it. What she really wanted was to make it back to her suite tonight and drink herself to sleep, ”Don’t be so...”

[/b] She wasn’t sure what word she was looking for, so she just sat there, staring at him. She didn’t like that he had just given up the fight. If it had been any other night and any other situation, he would have fought with her until they were both red in the face. Unfortunately - it seemed as if the cold water and death scare had subdued that side of Zeke Maxwell tonight.

Her back was as straight as a pin, still attempting to not move and to keep herself from showing just how cold it actually was. She hated looking weak in front of anyone - no matter who it was, ”Don’t flatter yourself. They’re over there for drying and not for your amusement.”[/b] She retaliated and then folded her arms across her chest. She hated this feeling - without her wand, she was practically helpless and it seemed as if Zeke was bent on making sure that she didn’t do anything by herself this evening, ”I know we left our wands, don’t worry. I’m more than aware.”[/b] She hated the feeling of not having her source of magical ability with her. Honestly, it made her feel like a muggle and that - in turn - made her feel as if she was going to vomit all over the room and curse everyone out that came within a five foot radius of her.

For a moment, she was going to pull away, and the words ’Go fu.ck yourself,’ were even thought to cross her mind, but she managed to stay quiet as Zeke pulled her wet hair away from her body and up into a towel. He had done this for her countless times after they had been together, but every time it made her feel helpless. Absentmindedly, she snapped her teeth when his hands came too close to her face, as if she was giving off some sort of warning, ”I’m not shivering.”[/b] She denied, allowing him to pull his shirt over her body and let some of the warmth begin to spread outwards. She was already feeling much better than she had a few minutes ago, that much was for certain, ”I’m flexing. Working out. Gotta keep the core strong.”[/b] She muttered, not sure why she was trying to make a joke. All she really wanted to do was get out of here and make her way back to her room...she just wanted to be alone and think about what she had heard...what she remembered her father doing to her.

Zeke pulled her close again, and her head was pressed up against his chest, allowing some of the warmth from his skin to be transferred over to her. She could feel the inhale and exhale of his breath as they sat there, and for a moment she did feel protected; as if nothing that had been bothering her for the past seven years of her life had any hold whatsoever. She felt the beat of his hear in his chest and for a moment, she wondered what it would be like to be dead...perhaps the pair of them could just drift somewhere and become...nothing. It would probably be easier than what was to come. Then again, Bells was never one to take the easy route, ”Protect me from what, Maxwell?”[/b] Bellatrix asked softly. Now he had her attention and there was nothing that he could do to divert it. She wanted to know exactly what he meant to do - knowing Zeke, it wouldn’t bode well for her impending marriage to the Lestrange Family. Sure - there was some part of her that loved the boy that was sitting in front of her - loved the way that he made her feel safe and sane...but there was also a larger part of her that knew that she had to adhere to duty. Duty and honor to one’s family was the trump card in this game of cards and she wasn’t about to lose the game just because of feelings, ”Are you going to protect me from myself? From Daddy-dear? From Lestrange?”[/b] No venom had dared creep into her words, it was a genuine and real question.
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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Feb 1, 2013 9:29:01 GMT -8

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Zeke stared back at Bellatrix, waiting for her to finish her sentence… “So what, Bells?” Zeke asked with the faintest edge of venom to his voice, “So damn emotional? Is that what you wanted to say? Am I being too soft for you? Is that why you don’t want me? Am I too weak and emotional? Does the fact that I love you so bloody much turn you off?” Zeke snapped at her, sometimes he couldn’t stand her aversion to emotions and feelings; he didn’t understand why she was so against admitting how she felt about him. “Did it ever occur to you, that the reason you don’t admit how you feel about me is because you’re scared? That’s right, Bellatrix. You’re scared.” Zeke knew that he was playing a dangerous game right now, he was trying reverse psychology with Bellatrix… which he would equate to juggling fire while standing ankle deep in gasoline. “Face it. You’re too weak to admit that you still love me.”

Zeke gave Bellatrix a playful smile as she commented on her underwear, “I was just admiring that you’re wearing one of my favorite sets… I greatly appreciate it.” He shot her a playful wink and smile and shook his head as she talked about her wand, “How about for tonight we just keep our wands out of everything. Let’s not focus on our magic, or our bloodlines… can we just be us? Just one night like it used to be Bells… Just us.” Zeke realized that he was practically pleaded with her, his voice was so soft he wasn’t sure it was even audible.

Zeke laughed softly as she tried to deny shivering, he knew it was a lie but he also knew that no matter how he tried to go about calling her out on it, she would defend her lie to the very end. Plus, Zeke was rather enjoying holding her again, and if he called her out on her lie he knew that she would put an end to that and fight him off again. “I think your core strength is just fine…” He muttered playfully to her as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to create friction to help her warm up.

You’re Father. Was the first thing that came to mind, but he knew that if he came out and said it she would have questions and it was best that she not know that he was currently plotting how to kill her Father. “Exactly. I want to protect you from everything, Bells.” Zeke didn’t know how to explain everything to her, he wanted to tell her how much he loved her and that everything he was doing right now was for her, how he had sworn his allegiance to the Dark Lord just so he could learn how to defend her. Zeke was willing to sacrifice everything for Bellatrix… but he could never tell her. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Bellatrix. Nothing.” was all he was able to whisper as he pulled her tighter against his body.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Feb 3, 2013 11:44:07 GMT -8

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WORDS 768 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES angry bells.

Weak. It was as if he had pulled the word right out of Bellatrix’s mind. She thought that he was being weak. And she most certainly thought that his affection for her would be his downfall. That was the way that it always went; someone got too close, too attached, and then everything went downhill from there. She just sat there, her face unmoved by emotion, although her brain was dying to lash out at him and rip into him for all the things that he was saying. She wanted to tell him that she did indeed thing that he was being weak and over-emotional. She wanted to tell him that he was an idiot for falling in love with the thorn that was Bellatrix Black and in the end, that was his problem. He should have shied away at the signs that she was bad news. He should have walked away when he still had the chance, ”I wish you would stop shouting, you’ll wake the neighbors.”

[/b] She growled, some of her agitation coming through in her words. It was then that he called her weak and her eyes lit up with the full-effect of her anger, ”Dont you dare call me weak! You know nothing about me!”[/b] She practically screamed, standing up on his bed so that she was taller than him. She reached for her wand which was normally tucked in her pocket, but found that she both lacked pockets and clothes...and thusly the wand, ”I am not scared of anything. I just understand the concept of duty and honor! You’re an idiot if you thought that I would ever let my emotions cloud my judgement. Piss off, Maxwell.”[/b] The last part was a scream, coupled with her pushing off the bed and moving toward the door, about to leave.

It was then that she realized that she really didn’t want to be alone tonight - she didn’t want to feel the anger and resentment that she did now...and she most certainly didn’t want to be alone when she had nightmares about what her father had been doing to her. He spoke about just being them tonight and she could feel the hot anger building again. What didn’t he understand about her not wanting to get mixed up in emotions? There were too many tangles that could happen and ruin everything. And she couldn't risk it. It was as simple as that, ”We can’t go back to what we were before, don’t you understand? Don’t you see that?”[/b] She turned sharply, her eyes on him, burning a hole into his piercing blue ones, ”I’m getting married!”[/b]

She was still standing there, her eyes daring him to move to get her. She knew if he came anywhere close to her right now, she would strangle him with her own bare hands...or rip out that hair of his. No, she just needed to be alone right now, feel the pain for a moment and let herself calm down. She wrapped her hands around her stomach, trying to find her center of balance, ”You’re a fool.”[/b] Her voice was soft, not losing the edge, but losing some of the power. She was mad at him, that much was for certain and she wasn’t about to just...let it go. No one called her weak and got away with it. In fact, when Rodolphus had tried the very same thing a few days ago, she had all but ruined his chances of ever producing a Lestrange heir with a swift and powerful kick to the balls. If Zeke continued down this path, she would ensure him that his future would have the same destiny.

Thoughts seemed to get scrambled in her mind and for a moment, Bells could see nothing but the red hot anger that it was all boiling down to, ”I don’t want you to do anything for me. I don’t want your help.”[/b] There. She had said it, all that her actions had been boiling down to. She didn’t want him to help her; she wanted to suffer. She wanted to do right by her family more than she wanted to be happy in her life. Perhaps that was her curse; she would never be strong enough to get what she wanted. She would have to live with what her family wanted for her. [/size][/color][/font][/div][/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table]

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Feb 6, 2013 17:47:57 GMT -8

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“SCREW THE NEIGHBORS BELLATRIX!” Zeke shouted at her, “I hope all of them can hear us. I don’t care who knows about us anymore; I want the whole world to know that I’m in love with Bellatrix Black!” He glared at her, knowing that him shouting was only going to make things worse, but by this point; Zeke was past caring. “I know everything about you, Bellatrix. I know that you’re favorite food are cookies, and that when you’re upset you go out to the forbidden forest and bang bludgers off of trees! You’re dream in life is to be the star beater of the holyhead harpies…” Zeke was closing in on her as he spoke, “I know that you are using the concepts of honor and duty as a cop out to the fact that you actually care about me, because most importantly Bellatrix Black, I know that you love me.” The words were out of his mouth before he even had time to think about them, and he stared across the room at her as she stood near the door.

Zeke shook his head and continued to close the distance between the two of them, “We can! We can still have all of that… You’re not married, yet!” His voice was more of a plea than anything as he practically begged her to give him one last night. Zeke wanted to reach out and touch her but he knew that because of their conversation that it was not a good idea. He kept his hands by his sides, his fingers twitching and digging into his shorts. “I might be a fool, but Bellatrix, at least I’m brave enough to admit when I’m happy. To admit that when we’re together, we’re both happy. If admitting that makes me a fool, then fine. But I know that ignoring that fact makes you an even bigger fool.”

Zeke finally closed the distance between the two of them and pressed her against the door, pinning her down with his own body as he glared into her eyes. His anger boiling over, he wanted to scream at her, to tell her she was being stupid. Why wouldn’t she just let him help her? Why wouldn’t she just see the fact that Zeke loved her and was trying to make her happy? Why does she always have to be so difficult? “You know what Bellatrix, I’m sick of listening to what Bellatrix wants.” Zeke voice was rough, but not violent or harsh; and without think Zeke leaned in and pressed his lips against hers delicately, “So, right now, this is about what I want.” He added before once against pressing his lips against hers. He lost himself in the moment entirely and weaved his fingers through her hair, tangling them and gripping firmly, as if he were trying to get them stuck in her hair permanently. The taste of her lips against his was intoxicating and it was as if Zeke was getting to breathe again for the first time. In this moment, everything was perfect.

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Breaking Point (Bellatrix) Feb 6, 2013 21:37:01 GMT -8

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WORDS 613 TAGGED ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL NOTES none.

Screw the neighbors? Zeke’s rather loud statement almost had her laughing until she realized that she was supposed to be furious with him. She narrowed her eyes in his general direction, not happy with him in the slightest. As if he knew what he was doing. In Bellatrix’s eyes, she thought that he was going to make things worse by climbing off the bed and coming over here to try and mend the bridge that he had just successfully burned. Bells growled at him, ”I wish you would stop saying that!”

[/b] She practically hissed through her teeth, afraid that someone around them was going to hear and come barging in. That wasn’t what she needed right now - negative press wasn’t going to help her win the Cup. But the longer that he spoke, the more that she softened. He had ever aspiration that she had kept over the years in his mind and he was rattling them off one by one, trying his best to make his point. She rolled her eyes at him, although she was truely touched and in awe of what he was doing, ”You want to be the Minister of Magic.”[/b] There, she had said it and that was as close as he was going to get. She didn’t want to say the words I love you aloud, but by telling him that she remembered the little things as well, that was basically golden in her eyes

She wasn’t listening to what he was saying; trying to drown out his words with her own thoughts, keep her sanity. All she could see was his mouth moving in that same pattern over and over again as he told her things that she assumed that he always told her. How much he loved her and would keep her safe. How she had a choice about marrying Rod. How she didn’t have to go through it and they could be happy. Sure enough, she saw Zeke’s lips curl around the word happy and she immediately shook her head. She couldn’t believe that he was still so dense after all these years.

There was a collision between their two bodies and all of a sudden, Zeke was pressed against Bellatrix, holding her to the door frame, ”If you don’t want to hear what I want, then why do you even bother asking.”[/b] She growled, her voice full of venom. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest in that moment. He pressed his lips against hers, informed her that this was what he wanted, and then kissed her again. The pit of her stomach was tingling with desire the moment that it all began. It was as if Zekatrix had never ended; which, in reality they hadn’t, just been in a vicious cycle that threatened to destroy both of them. She managed to pull away for a moment and stared into his eyes, getting lost in the liquid blue portals for but a moment, ”Zeke-”[/b] She was pleading with him, half of her wanting him to stop because she knew that it was wrong and the other half of her screaming to let him continue and eventually let him take her to bed. She sucked in a deep breath, almost confused by the words that were about to fall out of her lips, ”I just-”[/b] Weakness seemed to spread through her bodies, her knees going weak and her head swimming, ”Need to lay down.”[/b]
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if this love only exists in my dreams, don’t wake me up.

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