Bellatrix was sitting in Charms, staring out one of the large windows and not at the teacher, Professor Flitwick.

You, however, were taking notes, quill scribbling furiously. One hand held your wand, moving it in the form of the spell the class was learning.

Merlin, you were gorgeous. The light of the classroom was hitting you just right, making you glow. Biting her lower lip, the dark-haired witch wrote a little note, folded it into a bird, and enchanted it to fly across the classroom to you.

You only looked up when it started pecking you with it’s little beak, and Bellatrix had to bite back a little laugh and a smile.

The bird allowed you to unfold it, and you read the note. In the Pureblood witch’s loopy cursive, the words, “I know it’s snowy, but Quidditch pitch? Bring your broom. Also- I’m going to need your notes.” The note was signed BDB, Bellatrix Druella Black.

She watched as you let out a snort, prompting a look from your mate and fellow Gryffindor, the formidable Anastasia Greenbloom. The blonde tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave you a quizzical look.

You managed to keep your cheeks from flushing pink like hers were- though nobody dared comment on it, not even her best mate, Anne-Marie Prewett.

With that easy confidence you always seemed to hold, you placed your palm over the note and discreetly slipped it into your sleeve, pushing Anastasia’s shoulder playfully and rolling your eyes.

Bellatrix had no doubt in ver very capable mind that you were passing it off as yet another love-note from a boy who just wanted a place to stick his dick.

She began to frown slightly at that, one hand coming to toy with the diamond teardrop pendant that hung on it’s silver chain around her neck. She quickly schooled her features, straightening her spine.

She would never treat you like that, no. You were to be kissed and held and taken out for nice dates and bought flowers. In all honesty, Bellatrix wasn’t quite sure she wanted to go all the way like that.