Author's Notes: Written for Taragh McCarthy's What's In A Name Competition on the HPFC forum, where the story must revolve around nicknames - in this case, "Trixie" and "Red".

Bellatrix/Rodolphus (Dear God, again?), set while they're in school. I'm not particularly pleased with this, but… oh well.

)O(

"Ooh, sneaking out of the common room in the middle of the night? That's not a very good thing to do, you know, Bellatrix."

"Lestrange! You gave me a heart attack! What the fuck are you doing coming in so late?"

"What're you doing up so late, Trixie? You ought to be in bed."

"Don't call me Trixie, Red. And it's none of your business why I'm up so late."

"What's the matter, Trixie? Have you got something to hide?"

"I wouldn't waste my time hiding things from you. Now shut your pretty prat mouth, and let me go."

"You're not going anywhere, Trixie."

"Just you try and stop – Jesus Christ, what's that on your hands?"

"What do you think? Use your brain, if you have one."

"What've you been doing, dying clothes? Jesus, Red, looks like you've got blood all over… Oh no, you haven't…"

"Haven't you ever wondered why they call me Red?"

"I can honestly say I've never spared the matter a thought."

"Maybe it is blood, Trixie. Maybe I'm standing here in front of you with someone's blood all over me…"

"Looks like you slaughtered someone…"

"Maybe I did, Trixie, what would you think of that? Maybe you should taste the blood, see how it is…"

"You're a sick bastard, you know that Red?"

"And you wouldn't want it any other way. Lick my hands, then, Trixie. See how it tastes."

"Yeah, it's blood… tastes good…"

"You believe I killed someone now?"

"Bullshit, Red, you wouldn't have the nerve."

"Would you, Trixie? Is that what you're saying?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'll start with you–"

"Christ, Trixie! Keep away from me! You're mad, you know that?"

"I know. Is that blood on your lips, Red? I'd better lick it off too…"

"Fuck– get off–"

"Word choice, Red. You should learn to consider it a little better. Or did you mean that exactly the way it sounded? Oh, yes, it certainly feels like you meant it…"

"Y– what the fuck are you doing? Oh God…"

"Feels good, Red? You like having me touch you that way?"

"Tease."

"Was that supposed to be an insult?"

"Jesus… Harder, Bella, harder…"

"I do believe that's the first time you've ever called me Bella. Shocking."

"Mmhmm, don't get used to it, Trixie…"

"Don't. Call. Me. Trixie."

"Fuck, don't stop! Bella, Bella!"

"That's better. Ready to come, then, Red?"

"Yes, oh yes… ah, God, just like that! Oh yes…"

"Felt good, Red? You liked getting a hand job from pretty little Bellatrix, didn't you?"

"Loved it, loved it…"

"Now, tell me how you got that blood on your hands. And touch me while you tell…"

"You're sick, you know?"

"I know."

)O(

Fin