Moonlight shone into the windows and seeped through the curtains, shining into every corner of Malfoy Manor. And as Lucius Malfoy hurried to his destination, he felt the need to conceal himself within his own home.
Finally, reaching his room of choice, he knocked quietly on the door. Bellatrix appeared, looking smug and holding a glass of red wine.
"Lucius." she purred. "I figured you'd come tonight." She stood aside and allowed him to enter, then closed the door.
She took a sip of wine and looked him over as he stood uncomfortably in the large guest bedroom.
"Cissy sleeping?" She asked, a sly smile playing at her lips. He nodded. She smiled and walked past him and sat on the bed, her legs crossed.
"And what brings you here, Lucius?" She asked.
"You know, Bella." He said sternly. She stood and looked at him, her eyes surrounding him in a black abyss.
"I want to hear you say it, Lucius." She smiled, then took a sip of her wine. A single little red droplet stayed on her lips. It gleamed in the lamp light and blended with her lipstick.
Lucius swallowed and Bellatrix waited, her eyes still burning into his.
"I've missed you." He managed to whisper.
She smiled coyly, then holding her drink off to the side, she wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him. Her breath was cool and sweet like honey. Yet strong and bitter like alcohol.
She pulled away and smiled at him. He took her glass from her and placed it on the dresser behind him. He kissed her again and she pulled him back towards the bed.
Lucius opened his eyes to maroon colored walls with black curtains and Bellatrix's curly black hair in his face.
Bellatrix sat up and looked at him. She smiled and climbed from the bed to dress. Lucius compared his relationship with Bellatrix to his relationship with Narcissa.
Bellatrix was rough, wild and fun whereas Narcissa was soft, careful and gentle. Narcissa would've kissed him in the morning whereas Bellatrix wasn't big on next morning romance.
"Are you coming?" Bellatrix asked demandingly. She stood by door and waited for him to dress, then headed to the kitchen with him.
"Darling," Narcissa seemed startled by her husband's sudden appearance.
"Morning, dear." Lucius said, giving her a kiss. Her lips were soft, barely kissing him back. It felt wrong. Lucius sat next to Narcissa and across from Bellatrix as they ate breakfast.
Narcissa didn't take notice of the fact her husband wore the same clothes as the day previous. She never noticed anything. She never noticed that Lucius disappeared and reappeared with Bellatrix whenever Rodolphus was absent. She didn't noticed their secret smiles and stolen glances throughout the day.
Not even then, as Bellatrix and Lucius smiled across the table. Both feeling the same thing. Neither daring to tell the other in risk of ruining whatever imperfection of a relationship they had now.
So they stayed the way they were. Being the other's secret. Being their own lie. And loving every second of it.