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Power, Wealth and Social Status	By : thexdarkxlady Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bellatrix smirked in satisfaction as she looked at today’s paper. The front page was a cracker, the best she’d seen in a while and she was ecstatic at the news. She glanced up at her husband, who was smirking across the table at her as well.

“You like?” he asked her.

“I love,” Bellatrix responded, grinning cheekily at him.

“Worth getting up early for?”

“Of course,” she said, standing up and kissing his hair. “Where is Malfoy? I want to kiss him.”

Voldemort laughed. “Then I really will kill him.”

“No way, he’s your golden boy now if he wasn’t before,” Bellatrix replied, going to her owl and stroking her. She glanced back to the headline of the paper. ‘NEW MINISTER CAUGHT AT AFFAIR IN OFFICE’, complete with a photo of Minister Williams and the woman who was not his wife, in a very passionate embrace. Below was a smaller heading: ‘Benefactors calling for removal in light of scandal.’

Voldemort strode over to her and caught her in his arms. “I love you,” he told her softly, pressing a kiss on her lips.

Bellatrix smiled at him, though slightly taken aback. “I love you too,” she responded, wondering why he’d said it.

“Another couple of years, my love, and we will be there… You and I will govern this world.” He looked so happy.

“Yes,” Bellatrix breathed, kissing him back. “Yes, Tom…”

“So now we have to wait and see. I imagine they won’t go through the re-election process so close to the previous election. I think they will choose Moonler as he came second,” Voldemort said, stroking her hair. “I think we’re there.”

There was a gentle tap on the door. Bellatrix pressed one more kiss on his lips before moving away from him and opening the door. It was Moonler. He smiled at Bellatrix as she beckoned him in and he dropped to his knees before Voldemort. Bellatrix shut the door and moved to the back of the room, watching the scene before her.

“My Lord,” Moonler said softly.

“You have been given a second chance, it seems,” Voldemort said softly.

“Yes, my Lord,” Moonler responded softly. “You are most kind and merciful.”

Voldemort laughed coldly. “Yes,” he said after a moment. Moonler looked uneasy and Bellatrix felt quite sorry for him. “Just remember… Williams has been removed in a cloud of scandal. You are going to be watched a considerable amount more than he ever was.” He moved around to his desk and sat down. “You may stand.”

Moonler did as he was told, stepping forwards and bowing his head. Voldemort was silent for a while, his chin resting on his fingertips.

“We must consider that Crouch is not going to be happy about all of this. To be defeated once is one thing, but for it to happen twice is another. You should expect him to be watching, he will have seen this unfold and will see no reason for it not to happen again if there is cause.”

“My Lord, I will not fail you again,” Moonler responded, still not looking up.

“I am sure,” Voldemort replied, his voice lightly amused now. “I do not wish to have much contact with you at present. That would be dangerous. I would like you to report to Lucius and he will to you, from me. If your mark burns and it is impractical for you to come to me then do not come.”

Moonler bowed. “Yes, my Lord. Thank you for your faith in me.”

Voldemort smiled thinly. “Yes,” he said once more. Bellatrix shuddered; he was so sexy when he was being difficult and unhelpful like this. Actually Bellatrix couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t thought him sexy, but there was something different about it when they were in company with people who did not know they were married. “You may go,” Voldemort said after another moment of contemplation, waving his hand dismissively.

Moonler bowed and made for the door.

“And Moonler…” Voldemort said, before Moonler could leave.

He turned and waited, looking sort of nervous.

“Good luck.”

Moonler bowed slightly once more. “Thank you, my Lord,” he responded lightly before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Bellatrix stepped forwards and put her arms around his neck. “I’m glad we’re married,” she said, kissing his hair. She leant her chin on his head, inhaling his scent.

“Why is that?” Voldemort asked, his voice full of insinuation.

“Because I get to tell you when you’re being a complete and utter-“

Voldemort turned and kissed her to silence her. “Delight?” he supplied for her a moment later.

“Er, no. Whatever the opposite of that is,” Bellatrix said, smiling at him.

Her husband smirked and kissed her again. “You are very evil.”

“Well, I have learnt from the best,” Bellatrix told him, putting her hands on his shoulders. “I’ll leave you to it for a while.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Are you going to see Narcissa?” he asked, picking up some parchment.

“Yes, I prefer to go when I know Malfoy is busy and won’t be disturbing,” she said, rolling her eyes as she thought of Lucius. “I will never understand what she sees in him.”

Voldemort chuckled as she kissed him goodbye. “I’m sure he thinks the same about me.”

Bellatrix ignored his comment as she left the room and disapparated straight to Malfoy manor. As soon as she appeared inside of the entrance hall she could hear loud female voices coming from the parlour. She hesitated, wondering what was going on.

Then the door opened and Narcissa appeared. She turned white seeing Bellatrix there. “What are you doing here?” she hissed, crossing the hall. “Bellatrix, you cannot be here!”

“What’s the matter, Cissy?” Bellatrix asked sharply, feeling very confused.

“You know I have a ministry wives tea morning every Wednesday!” Narcissa hissed back. “Seriously, you are wanted. You have to go.”

Bellatrix felt vaguely hurt. She might be a criminal now but she was still Narcissa’s sister and there wasn’t anything they could do about that. She was about to retort when there was another pop next to her. She spun around and saw it was Lucius.

“Shouldn’t you be at the ministry?” Bellatrix snarled at Lucius. “You know, quite an important day and all that.”

“Mind your own business,” he snapped back, moving to Narcissa and kissing her.

“Lucius, it’s my tea morning,” Bellatrix heard her mumble to her husband.

“I know, darling. I’ll go and say hello while you get rid of her.” Lucius cast a smug look over his shoulder at Bellatrix before he sauntered into the parlour. “Good morning, ladies,” she could hear him say. “Terrible business today…” she heard again before the door closed.

“Bellatrix!” Narcissa hissed. “Please.”

Bellatrix scowled at her sister. “Fine,” she snapped. “Fine, I see how this is.”

“No you don’t,” Narcissa replied, moving closer so she could whisper. “Lucius and I live a double life. You must understand that, I have to be a ministry wife as well as a death eater wife.” Narcissa was looking at her pleadingly. “For Merlin’s sake, Bellatrix, say you understand! I can’t bear you looking at me as if I’ve betrayed you.”

“I understand,” Bellatrix said quietly, turning away. “I’ll leave you. Perhaps I will come tomorrow if I have time.” She moved away from her sister and disapparated back home, still smarting from being kicked out like that. It was like Narcissa was ashamed.

She slowly made her way up to the office, knowing in her heart that Narcissa secretly wished she had nothing to do with the Dark Lord and his followers. She knew she had to keep that to herself though, she’d seen what it was like when Voldemort wanted to kill Rodolphus and stopping him caused a great deal of problems.

She cleared her mind as she entered the office again. Voldemort looked up, slightly startled to see her. “You ok?” he asked, sitting back in his seat to look at her.

“Yes, Narcissa was having her silly ministry wives tea morning,” Bellatrix replied, moving towards him.

“Really?” he said smirking. “Well, I am very busy.”

“That’s a terrible shame for your work,” Bellatrix said, slowly walking around his desk. She dropped down slightly and pressed gentle, suckling kissed on his neck.

“Why?” he asked softly, tilting his head back.

“Because it’s not getting any of your attention right now.” She pulled away and moved to the side of his seat. Very slowly she began to undo her dress, smiling to herself when she saw how he couldn’t remove his eyes from her. His eyes flickered to her face and must have seen her smile because a moment later he was on his feet and had slammed her against the wall.

“I suppose you think you are funny,” he murmured, holding her wrists together with one hand and pulling her dress from around her with his other. “Distracting a very busy man from his work like this.”

“Not at all,” Bellatrix responded, her eyes wide and innocent. “I don’t know what you mean!”

His free hand trailed down her stomach. “Of course you don’t,” he replied disbelievingly. He let go of her hands and ripped the dress from her completely, leaving her standing in her black undergarments and high heels. “You are a slut,” he murmured, pressing his fingers against the thin material of her panties and finding it moist.

“Fuck you,” Bellatrix bit back, buckling her hips against him.

She found his other hand making contact with the soft flesh on her cheek, forcing her head away from him. The skin he’d hit was burning but it made her want him even more. “Manners!” he said sharply.

Bellatrix tilted her head back to look at him. “Fuck you, Master,” she hissed back.

Voldemort chuckled and grabbed her hand, pressing it against his hardness. “I’m sure you would love to,” he said, grinning at her. “And if you are good, I might let you.”

Pressing her hand harder against him, Bellatrix reached up with her other hand and tugged at his robes. “Merlin, you are sexy,” she muttered as the material dropped from his body. She stared at him in satisfaction.

He grabbed her arm and flung her over the desk, pushing her down with one hand at the top of her spine. Bellatrix glanced at the door, suddenly concerned.

“You’ve not locked us in!” she said suddenly, tilting her head to try and look at him.

“No matter,” Voldemort told her, his fingers toying with the top of her panties. “Everyone knows we are constantly at it.”

“Yes but there is a difference between seeing and knowing,” Bellatrix retorted quickly. She was silenced by a hard smack on her bottom.

“Be quiet,” he ordered, smacking her once more. “Where are your manners, slut?”

Bellatrix clamped her mouth shut and turned her head back so she was looking straight ahead. She could feel a finger sliding further downwards.

“Perhaps I should remind you who your master is,” he continued, removing his hand. Suddenly she felt him hit her once more and she yelped loudly. “Say thank you.”

When she didn’t reply he smacked her again. “Ow!” she said loudly, trying to wiggle away from him. He held her down firmly and smacked her again. “Ow, thank you, Master!”

“You are very welcome, slut,” Voldemort replied silkily. He pulled her panties down around her ankles and from one leg. “Spread,” he said, tapping the inside of her thigh. She did as she was told. Then the drawer next to her was opened and she heard the unmistakable sound of vibrations. She moaned in anticipation, excited about the immeasurable amount of pleasure she was about to receive.

She moaned again when he pressed the vibrating item against her clitoris and with his other hand plunged two fingers inside of her. “Oh, Tom!” she breathed out, feeling herself tense. He withdrew his fingers and slapped her bottom again, although replaced them straight after. She could quickly feel herself reaching her orgasm and a few moments later she could feel herself loosing control. As she did, he removed his fingers and plunged his hardness inside of her in one movement. She cried out loudly, her fingernails clawing at the wood of the desk.

When she stopped, he stopped the vibrations and slowly began to move in and out of her. She continued to moan, enjoying every little bit of him. After a while he sped up, moving at an alarming pace that felt better and better every time he slammed home. He reached forwards and grabbed a handful of her hair, lifting her head up and forcing her to arch her back. A couple of thrusts later, Bellatrix could feel herself loosing control once more and a moment later she was clenching around him, climaxing for the second time. Apparently this was too much for Voldemort as he exploded inside of her.

They were both panting as he pulled out, slid down into his seat and pulled her into his lap with him. She turned and snuggled into his chest, inhaling his scent. “Now you should really lock the door,” she mumbled.

“It’s already locked,” he told her, his voice sounding smug. “As if I want anyone else to see what is mine.”

Bellatrix laughed softly, pressing a kiss against him. “Did I mention I love you?”

“Yes,” Voldemort responded, squeezing her tightly to him. “You are very good at sex.”

“But I didn’t do anything!”

Voldemort chuckled. “True… But I do like being in control so maybe that’s why.”

There was a tap on the door. Bellatrix giggled, standing up and retrieving her panties and pulling them back on. She threw Voldemort his robe and grabbed her dress, pulling it over her head and running to answer the door. It was Lucius and his expression changed to one of slight disgust when he saw the state of her hair and wonky dress.

“Bellatrix…” he muttered, glaring at her. She smiled back, looking over her shoulder to check Voldemort was dressed and composed.

“Come in,” she said, letting him pass and closing the door behind him.

“My Lord,” Lucius said, bowing. “I do hope I am not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, we had just finished,” Voldemort replied, smirking up Lucius.

Lucius wrinkled his nose. “Excellent,” he said coldly. “Well, my Lord, it is official. Moonler is minister.”

“Wonderful news,” Voldemort replied, smiling across the room to Bellatrix who smiled back, relieved. This was the news they’d been awaiting all day. “He knows what to do. I have asked him to report anything of interest to you, Lucius. I do not wish for him to get caught writing or coming to me.”

“Of course, my Lord,” Lucius said, bowing once more. “I must return to the ministry.”

Voldemort nodded, waving him away. As Lucius left, he shot Bellatrix another nasty glare but she didn’t particularly care. She was untouchable now.

“Congratulations!” she squealed once Lucius was gone, moving across and hugging him. “You are minister in all but name!”

“Yes,” Voldemort said, squeezing her back. He pulled her into his lap once more. “But we still have a long journey ahead of us… And Dumbledore still lives…” He sighed lightly.

Bellatrix nestled into him once more, vowing to herself she would do whatever it took from now onwards to destroy Dumbledore – And then victory would be theirs for good.
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