disclaimer: i own nothing.

pairing: bellatrix/daphne

a/n: a VERY late birthday fic for Shh-It's-An-Alias. i apologize for the delay (:


"We can't keep doing this," she told me, her voice flat. For a moment I was frozen, unable to believe my own ears. Finally I sat up in bed and looked at her. She was standing in front of the cracked mirror, apparently just gazing into her own eyes. She was beautiful - short, slight, dark hair. She didn't look much like the rest of the Greengrasses. I'd always loved that about her. How different she was, if only phsyically.

"Why?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice calm. "Why, Daphne?"

She didn't look at me. "It's not proper. You're much too old for me, Bellatrix. You know that. You knew from the start this wasn't long-term." Unlike me, she seemed completely at ease.

"We've been together for three years," I reminded her, losing control and jumping out of bed. "Why now?" I began pacing. I wouldn't hurt her. I wouldn't.

"I was stupid," she said, shrugging. "I was thirteen when I met you. I'm seventeen now. I know better. We could never work in society. You're a Death Eater. I'm not. You're going to die or rot in Azkaban. I'm going to marry a respectable man and have a couple of kids. And if anyone ever found out about this, my parents would disown me. And you'd probably be killed."

I stopped pacing and shouted "look at me!" She obeyed. I took two steps and was in front of her. I took her face in my hands. "I love you, Daphne Greengrass," I said, my voice intense. "I don't give a damn about society. I never have. I can't survive without you. I don't care that you're too young for me. I can protect you from Him, I'll take care of you better than any man could. We can make this work." I leaned in to kiss her. She pulled away.

"Get off of me!" she shouted. There were tears in her eyes. She had finally lost her cool - a rare occurence. "I can't disappoint my family like that. And you don't love me anyway. We both know that!"

"Yes, I do!" I screamed back, whipping out my wand.

"If you loved me," she said, "you wouldn't be fighting this. We knew it had to happen eventually."

I shook my head. "Don't you dare," I whispered. "Don't you dare hurt me like this."

"Besides," she suddenly said, her voice even again. "I don't love you anyway. You're just a lay, for me. Something to brag about in the future." She turned back to the mirror calmly and began getting dressed.

I put a trembling hand to my mouth. She was lying. She was lying. She had to be bloody lying. She loved me.

She began to walk away. Through the door. I pointed my wand at her. "Crucio!" I said quietly. She screamed. Laughter bubbled from my monstrous core. I even enjoyed the pain of the woman I loved. Oh, Merlin, what was wrong with me?

"Stop!" she managed to gasp. "Please, Belle, please, oh Merlin!"

"You want it to stop?" I whispered. My mind was suddenly clear. I knew what I had to do. "Fine. Avada Kedavra."

She crumpled to the floor. I sprinted to her side, pulled her into my lap, and began to rock her back and forth. "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, baby," I crooned. "But it has to be this way. It has to. If you won't love me, I can't let you love anyone else, either. I love you. Love you."

A tear ran down my face, dripping into her hair. "I had to. I had to."

I had to.