It was a cold night and Rodolphus was walking through hogsmeade. He lit a cigarette, using his gloved hands to protect the flame of his lighter from the cold wind. He took a drag and sat down on a bench opposite the Three Broomsticks. He had his thick black cloak on, the hood up. The shadow of the hood covered his face, his stubbly chin the only thing out of the shadow. He watched the ground mostly, sometimes looking up at the people who passed.

Bellatrix swanned out of the Hogs Head, surrounded by a gaggle of men, as per usual, the majority of them Death Eaters, or aspiring to be, at least. She walked swiftly down the street, shivvering in the icy breeze. Several of the men offered their cloaks, Bellatrix just stiffly shook her head and continued walking. Her dress slipped softly over her shoulders, revealing the many scars she had collected over the years, the most obvious a creasent on her shoulder blade, the silvery moon shimmering against her olive skin. Bellatrix sighed as one of the men, Yaxely, put his arm around her, leering in a grotesque manner. She looked at him sharply, her face twisted into a dangerous glare and he immediately backed off. Yaxely grumbled, put out, and fell back with the rest of the men, who laughed and jeered at his failed attempt. In the distance Bellatrix could make out a hunched figure, sitting outside the Three Broomsticks. She smiled slightly before stopping, turning round to the men, and saying in an authoritive tone, "Go, now. I am bored of you." She men immidately bowed thier heads and left, Yaxely paused and gave Bellatrix a sly wink. Bellatrix grimaced and pulled out her wand, and Yaxely fleed, leaving her alone. She turned back to where she had seen her husband, and walked towards him, her long, slim fingers twisting around the Black family locket that hung around her throat, the cold metal chain slipping over her delicate clavicle.

Rodolphus had been watching his wife ever since she left the Hogs Head. She was often surrounded by men and he was used to it, often identified her in a crowd by the men around her. He took a drag of his cigarette and watched her from under his hood, his dark eyes then falling on Yaxley. His jealousy sparked but he wasnt going to give his wife the pleasure so he stayed where he was. He waited for her to approach him, knowing she knew it was him otherwise she wouldnt have sent off her little love sick puppies.

Bellatrix held back a smile as she sat down beside Rodolphus and, without a word, took his cigarette from him and took a drag, her eyes fixed on the pub infront of them. She let the curling smoke escape slowly from her lips, aware of his eyes on her. She flicked the cigarette butt away, and turned to watch the glowing ember slowly die out. "Why are you here?" She asked suddenly, her face still turned away, her voice echoing out into the cold night. "I thought you were at home.." Her breathing was slow and soft like her tone, and as her cheast moved with every breath, the moonlight caught her skin, every scar shimmering in the darkness.

"I was bored at home. nothing to do. My little pet died earlier.." He muttered, referring to the muggle they had been playing with for the last few days. "You left without telling me.. I was going to go "hunting" For you." He turned and looked at her. "Or have you had enough fun for one night?" He asked, eyebrow raised. He knew she hadnt cheated but they always let rumours circulate about both of their fidelity.

"I just wanted to get out, I do not see the problem, I have been stuck in that house for days, and after our little.. projects.. She smirked slightly, thinking back to their victims over the past week, "The house if filthy, bordering on unpleasant." She paused, turning to look at him. "I have had a lot of fun, but not nessicarily enough.." Her eyes travvelled down to his lips and back up to his eyes, a small smirk playing across her crimson lips.

"Well.. you will be pleased to know that I got a house elf to clean up today. I know how you hate mess.. well you love it at first." He smiled slightly and leant closer to her, whispering in her ear "Especially when youre covered in blood.." His breath was warm against her skin and the cold night. "all over your naked body.." He continued

She closed her eyes immediately, her body tensing as she felt his breath, his words infecting her body. She gripped onto his wrist, biting at her bottom lip, her cheks flushing a delicate pink. Her mind wandered to where they were, not only were they in public, but they were wanted, making everything they did more noticeable than if anyone else had. "Stop it.." She hissed.

He smirked when he heard her hissing voice beside his ear "I know you dont mean that my dear.." He whispered again and placed a light kiss on her neck. "You worried about us being in public.." He asked in a whisper, placing another kiss lower down her neck. "Its dark.. we can get away with this much.."

She let out a small sigh, her nails digging into his arm, drawing blood. She leant into his kisses, her other hand at her mouth. She said nothing, but it was obvious of her wish for him to continue.

When her nails dug into his arm he winced slightly. He felt the warm blood trickle down his arm and the pain soon vanished. He bit her neck in response to her drawing blood. He kenw he left a mark and smirked, licking over it.

She whimpered a little as he bit her, her hand moving away from his wrist, and now moving slowly up his thigh. She paused as a group of young witches walked past, giggling and shrieking, as teenage girls usually do.

He stopped also, staying still. "Want to go home.. we could get a toy on the way home.." He teased, knowing she would want to. That was the often their way