Chapter 3

The spacious drawing room of Malfoy Manor was looking both unusually festive and unusually crowded.

Severus Snape wore his usual look of haughty disdain as he swept into the room, black robes billowing out behind him.

Silver and green drapes were hung in all the corners of the room. Low, soft music was playing in the background. Figures in a range of different colored robes were speaking in a low hum like the buzz of bees.

He could make out Lucius and Narcissa in the corner… both of them looking rather beaten-down, worn. Lucius's spell in Azkaban had taken a toll on both of them. Their son Draco was leaning against the wall talking to Crabbe and Goyle, a bored expression on his pale pointed face.

Alecto and Amycus Carrow were looking very pleased with themselves as they sipped glasses of champagne. He knew why. They had just been given the positions of Defence Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies teacher.

Fenrir Greyback was also looking rather pleased with himself in his new Death Eater robes. He had been given them as a reward for his assistance in getting rid of Albus Dumbledore. Though he still hadn't been given that highest of honors… the Dark Mark… Snape noted with some smugness.

His eye's suddenly fell on a petite, dark-haired witch standing not far away from Fenrir. Bellatrix Lestrange's nose was wrinkled in distaste as she watched Fenrir talking to a small group of Death Eaters.

Her expression smoothed out and a smile spread slowly over her face when she saw him looking. She looked stunning in a long, black strappy dress with a slit to mid-thigh. It showed off every curve and gave him tantalizing glimpses of leg as she moved.

Bella walked slowly towards him, swaying her hips seductively… a sly smile playing around her lovely mouth.

She stopped in front of him. A half-full champagne flute was dangling from her fingers. Her sweet dark musky scent was already starting to tickle his senses.

"Hello Severus…" she purred, a wicked grin spreading over her face. "Bellatrix" he said crisply. He was still rather peeved at her for what she had done to him under the desk… in front of McGonagall. They had almost been caught. Besides… the fact she was a damn good fuck didn't make him like her any more. He still didn't trust her further than he could throw her.

And he knew damn well it was a bad idea sleeping with another Death Eater's wife.

"Still annoyed at me because the old cat almost caught us?" she said lightly, the wicked grin still firmly on her face. "Obviously' he drawled… his expression cold.

She pouted seductively, running her fingers lightly down his arm. "Don't be mad… we got away with it didn't we?" she whispered huskily. "Besides…" she said, lowering her voice till it was almost inaudible and leaning in so her lips were inches from his ear. "You can't say you didn't enjoy it…" she whispered wickedly.

"Be that as it may… that doesn't mean it going to happen again" he said firmly. For the first time her smile fell and she looked taken aback. He smirked. He'd be willing to bet she wasn't used to men turning her down.

Her eyes flicked around the room. Most of the men in the room were looking her way. In fact several of their wives' were looking far from happy about this.

A grin crept slowly back over her face. She walked around Severus till she was standing behind him, her hands on his arms and her chin on his shoulder. "How come you're the only man in this room who doesn't want to fuck me?" she purred into his ear.

"I'm going to get a drink" he said, removing himself from her clutches. She watched him with a petulant, sulky look as he drifted over to the bar.

With her perfume no longer in his nose he could think again. What was it about her that was so damn irresistible? And how could he hate her so much yet want to fuck her so badly? He quickly poured himself a glass of champagne. He slowly drank it, enjoying both the taste and the instant lift in his mood.

When he turned around he saw that Bella was now on one of the couches, half-draped over her husband. As he watched she grinned at Rodolphus and Rodolphus grinned back, their faces inches from each other. She tossed Severus a contemptuous look before turning back to her husband.

Something curiously like jealousy came over him as he watched her move into Rod's body… her hand on his chest, his hand making lazy circles on her thigh.

He quickly turned back to the bar and poured himself more champagne. This one he downed in almost one swallow.

He couldn't help turning around again to look at Bella. As soon as he did he wished he hadn't. She was now sitting in Rod's lap, his arms around her, giggling as he whispered something in her ear. She smirked at Severus and leaned in to whisper something in Rod's ear that made his hand wander down to squeeze her ass… and Severus dig his nails into his palm.

A little while later he was pleased to see she had disentangled herself from Rod's clutches and was now standing by the door. He was less pleased to see she kept tossing Rod flirty winks and teasing looks.

Severus walked over to her, bristling at the smirk she gave him as he approached.

"What are you doing?" he asked icily, his face betraying the irritation and irrational jealous his voice didn't show.

"Maybe I'm enjoying the company of my husband" she said haughtily. "And maybe you can go fuck yourself" she added scathingly.

Rod appeared as if by summoning charm. With a dismissive toss of the head at Severus she took Rod's hand and led him out the door.

Several people wolf-whistled and cheered as they left. He wondered whether steam was coming out of his ears. He hated that he wanted her so much. He hated she knew exactly how to wind him up. And he really hated that she could make him jealous.

Before he could think better of the idea he opened the door and went through after them. Judging from the voice he could hear from the floor above they had gone to one of the upstairs bedrooms.

The voices were replaced by soft music as he headed up the stairs.

It was a fast, sexy pounding beat by the popular wizarding band The Weird Sisters.

As he approached the door he could see it was half open. Rod was sitting in a chair facing away from the door. Only the back of his head was visible.

Bella was standing with her back to him, hands on the back of a chair, slowly swaying her hips from side to side to the beat of the music.

She wiggled her body, moving her hips seductively to the beat of the music.

His jaw dropped as her watched her ass sway back and forth. She peeked over her shoulder and grinned wickedly when she saw him watching through the crack of the door.

She spun around to face Rod and continued to wiggle seductively from side to side. With a cheeky glance at Severus she started to slowly pull down the straps of her dress while continuing to wiggle from side to side.

Both the men stared as she inched down the dress… revealing lacy black lingerie and sheer black stockings. Severus was surprised she had actually put on underwear. She hadn't been wearing any last time he had seen her unclothed.

Images of her bent over the desk in the Headmaster's study flashed into his head. The memory of having her was very vivid in his mind. Particularly when he was watching her sexy black dress pooling around her feet…

She turned around to face the back of the room, peeking over her shoulder with a cheeky smile.

Bella continued to sway as she teasingly inched her panties down a little and then back up. She smiled over her shoulder as she slid down one bra strap then the other. It couldn't be clearer she was enjoying the effect she was having on both men.

She pulled the bra down and whipped around to face the front for a moment, hands teasingly covering her breasts. Both men were disappointed when she faced the back again, pulling the bra back up and into place.

A smug grin was firmly on her lovely face as she walked slowly towards Rod. She placed her hands on his shoulders, wiggling her body in and out of reach. Severus scowled as she teased her husband, eyes flicking to Severus every now and then.

Not surprisingly Rod hadn't even noticed he was standing there. He was too busy enjoying the lap dance he was getting from his wife. Severus felt a strong urge to curse Rod into a million bits as he watched Bella writhing, twisting, and gyrating… inches from her husband.

Rod's hands ran up her ass to rest on her waist. She struggled a bit as he tried to pull her towards him… tried to kiss her. After a few moments she disentangled herself with some difficulty.

She grinned as she continued to dancing, swaying to music and moving her body in ways that made Severus wish very much that Rod was not there. His pants were getting confiningly tight and he was finding hard to think straight.

Suddenly Rod got to his feet. Surprise flickered over Bella's face momentarily as he quickly walked towards her. He grabbed her roughly, pulling her to him and crushing her mouth with his. Her hand came up to slap him hard across the face making him let her go with a snarl.

Severus's hand went automatically to his wand. His mouth was set in a grim line as he watched Rod advance on her again, pushing her facedown on a table nearby.

He could hear her swearing violently at her husband as Rod started to pull down her underwear.

Severus's wand came up as if of its own accord and he found himself yelling 'stupefy!' in his head.

Rodolphus dropped as if hit on the head with a blunt object.

Bella smiled in a self-satisfied way as she got to her feet, pulled her underwear back into place and sat on the edge of the table.

"I hope you didn't kill him" she said casually. He couldn't help smirking at the unconscious form of Rod on the floor. He pushed him with his foot so he rolled onto his back. His chest was rising and falling.

"Not dead. Just stunned" he said in tone that suggested it was too bad.

"He's going to be pissed when he wakes up" she said in a haughty, unruffled, slightly accusatory tone. "How about thanks?" Severus said coldly.

"Thanks" she said mischievously as he walked up to where she was perched on the table. "For knocking out my husband" she added sarcastically, dark eyes glittering wickedly. "You did good…" she continued mockingly, a maddening smirk on her face.

"Fuck you…" he growled, leaning in and kissing her firmly on the mouth. She kissed him back eagerly, winding her arms around his neck. "Yes…" she purred into his ear, "fuck me…"

Anger and arousal battled inside him as she pressed her body against his, kissing him fiercely, hungrily… pulling him closer. He could feel his body reacting to her even as he mentally cursed her. She was crazy, manipulative, maddening… beautiful…intoxicating…seductive…

He distrusted her… hated her even… but he also wanted her. Wanted her against his better judgement. She was like a drug… an addiction he could not shake. Somehow… she had gotten under his skin.

Her hands moved all over his body as she continued to kiss him, quickly peeling of his clothing. Between them they got his long black robes off. When they were on the floor he pulled her closer, reaching around to release the clasp of her bra.

She grinned lasciviously as he gave her breasts an appreciative look. He had to admit… she had the body of a woman half her age.

Bella wriggled back, pulling him towards her so they both ended up on the table, his body above hers. She looked down her body and a look of pure lust came over her face when she saw he was already hard and ready for her.

She slowly licked her lips, dark eyes clouded with desire. The look on her face was all the encouragement he needed.

He tugged down the black, slightly-damp scrap of lace that was all that was left between them.

Then he was pushing himself deep inside her… wringing a groan of pleasure from her lips… making her body arch under his… biting his lip to prevent himself moaning his pleasure. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing just how good it felt.

Her dark eyes unfocused, her lips parted and a soft gasp escaped her lips as he started to rock his hips, moving in long, slow, delicious strokes.

She matched his rhythm, rocking her hips in a way that felt incredible. The friction was delicious. He couldn't hold back a low soft moan at the sensation of slick silky flesh caressing his cock.

He leaned in and nipped the side of her neck sharply, not hard enough to draw blood blood but hard enough to make her groan softly in pleasure.

Soft moans of pleasure and impatience escaped her lips as he continued to keep the same slow teasing rhythm. He could tell she wanted it harder… faster…

She brought up her long, slender, shapely legs and wrapped them over his waist, pulling him in deeper with a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan. Her back was arched…her head tilted back…her long dark messy curls fanned out of the table.

It gave him a most agreeable sense of power to have her at his mercy like this… underneath him… making soft sounds of pleasure as he fucked her.

Her dark eyes locked on his and she seemed to sense what he was thinking. A wicked grin spread over her face. Her legs unlocked from around his waist and she rolled him onto his back.

Her long dark hair fell over her face as she sat up, straddling him, their bodies still joined together.

She let a deep groan of satisfaction as her body started to ride his, back arched head drooping back, hair falling off her face to reveal of look of wild untamed pleasure.

He could not longer hold back his moans as she rocked her hips hard and fast, her lovely breast bobbing up and down with the movement of her body. He couldn't help thinking that there couldn't be much sexier a view than a beautiful woman riding him.

Their breath came fast, their bodies slick with sweat as their ground their bodies together… the rhythm increasing until they were damn near delirious… damn near senseless with pleasure.

Her body writhed, danced, shuddered above his as she inched closer and closer to climax… every sound form her lips… every movement of her body threatening to push him over the edge.

The orgasm came upon him with an intensity that lifted the top half off his body slightly off the table and tore wordless cries of pleasure form his mouth. Her body convulsed around his as she came with a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a scream.

As the final echoes of the orgasm dies away she collapsed on top of him, laying there a moment before rolling off and sliding off the table.

He watched as she retrieved her bra, underwear and shimmied into her dress.

"You do realize no-one… and I mean no-one can know about this…" she said, tone business like all of a sudden. "Yes…" he said breathlessly, still recovering from what they had done. "Good. So wipe it off… get dressed… and let's get back to the party" she said cheekily, her eyes flicking downwards.

He felt a strange desire to laugh as he pulled on his clothes… and followed her from the room… leaving her unconscious husband behind them.