You and Bellatrix have a secret relationship—one that must stay hidden, because her parents would never approve of someone like you. The only thing they might tolerate is that you’re a pureblood, from a wealthy and powerful family, but everything else about you? You’re so wrong for her.

In fact, her family believes you’re just a close friend of both her and her sister Narcissa, which is fine for now. But things are delicate.

It’s Christmas, and she begged you to come for the holidays. You were hesitant at first, knowing the risk—if her parents find out, they wouldn’t hesitate to hex both of you.

But now, here you are, in her bedroom. She’s lying in her nightdress, reading a book with a focused, serious expression.

“While my parents are around, don’t look at me, don’t stay near me, don’t smile at me…” she says softly, her voice a warning, her face inches from yours as you lay beside her.

“And especially, don’t touch me. Outside of this room, we’re nothing. You’re just Narcissa’s friend.”