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Title: She's So Heavy
Pairing: Bellatrix/Alice
Summary: Bellatrix sets Alice free, A songfic.
Notes: This is reallll fucking weird.
Disclaimer: JKR owns. The books I mean.
I want you.
Bellatrix knew it the moment she met her. Little Alice was not as she seemed. Alice was hiding behind those Gryffindor robes and that boyfriend of hers. No, no, little Alice wanted freedom. Freedom from the institutionalized thought that she was force fed. Alice wanted to think whatever she wanted and to see it and feel it. Feel it all, and so Bellatrix set her free.
I want you so bad.
First though, a little game. Hungry stares from across the Great Hall. Teasing words exchanged in potions. Playing with the buttons on her blouse while watching the poor thing squirm. Just little things to send little Alice into a frenzy, begin doubting those sessions with Longbottom, and start dreaming of her instead. Bellatrix watched her closely until the time was right.
I want you.
It was time on Halloween that year, long after most had gone to the feast. Bellatrix found little Alice packing up her things in the library. “Malfoy,” she nodded in acknowledgment. “Alice, whatever are you doing up at such an hour? Out for a late night fuck with Longbottom in the Restricted section?” Bellatrix shot at her. Alice blushed furiously. “You know that’s not what I was doing,” Alice hissed. “Now, now, little Alice, don’t get your knickers in a knot just cause Longbottom can’t.” Bellatrix replied airily. Dropping her bag, Alice glared at Bellatrix. “Course,” she stooped to pick up Alice’s bag, handed it to her, and murmured softly in her ear. “I could always do that for you.” Bellatrix grinned as Alice suddenly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to the Restricted section. Pushing her against the bookcase, kissing her neck as Alice sighed, Bellatrix knew that she had set her free.
I want you so bad.
And so it went. Secret meetings led to secret affairs. “Study” in the library’s dark corners, make out sessions in the forest, conversations while sipping firewhiskey in Hogsmeade. Bellatrix knew Alice wasn’t completely free. Like a caged bird, only set free when her wings were clipped. Little Alice was free only when in her arms, free only when Bellatrix was tantalizing her. So Bellatrix contented herself with that for the time being. Besides, when little Alice was twisting her hair into knots-Bellatrix couldn’t quite care about much else.
It’s driving me mad.
And secret affairs lead to rumors. One can only run their finger across the length of another’s thigh under the table in Potions for so long before someone sees. Little Alice became scared, worried for Longbottom and what her parents might think. Bellatrix tried to hold her closer, kissed her harder, remind her of that delicious freedom. But little Alice still came to her for one last night, bade her goodbye. Bellatrix was furious. How dare that little bitch do this? No, no, this was not freedom. Alice was more imprisoned than ever. Bellatrix would save her, save the bird from her cage.
It’s driving me mad.
Bellatrix knew it the moment she met her, all those years later. Alice was still captive in her life, jailed in her mind. No, no, this was not a happy Alice, not a free bird. They dueled viciously, lights flashing like fireworks. Bellatrix finished off Longbottom first, savoring every delicious scream. And then she sauntered to Alice. “Little Alice, how you have done me wrong,” she hissed, venom dripping from her words. Bellatrix pushed her to her knees, pulled her head back by her hair, and pulled close to her face. She kissed Alice’s eyelids. “Little Alicebird,” she murmured one last time. Time to undo the lock, time to say goodbye and open the cage. So she raised her wand, beamed down at her, and let out a small “Crucio.”
And at last, Alice was free.
Pairing: Bellatrix/Alice
Summary: Bellatrix sets Alice free, A songfic.
Notes: This is reallll fucking weird.
Disclaimer: JKR owns. The books I mean.
I want you.
Bellatrix knew it the moment she met her. Little Alice was not as she seemed. Alice was hiding behind those Gryffindor robes and that boyfriend of hers. No, no, little Alice wanted freedom. Freedom from the institutionalized thought that she was force fed. Alice wanted to think whatever she wanted and to see it and feel it. Feel it all, and so Bellatrix set her free.
I want you so bad.
First though, a little game. Hungry stares from across the Great Hall. Teasing words exchanged in potions. Playing with the buttons on her blouse while watching the poor thing squirm. Just little things to send little Alice into a frenzy, begin doubting those sessions with Longbottom, and start dreaming of her instead. Bellatrix watched her closely until the time was right.
I want you.
It was time on Halloween that year, long after most had gone to the feast. Bellatrix found little Alice packing up her things in the library. “Malfoy,” she nodded in acknowledgment. “Alice, whatever are you doing up at such an hour? Out for a late night fuck with Longbottom in the Restricted section?” Bellatrix shot at her. Alice blushed furiously. “You know that’s not what I was doing,” Alice hissed. “Now, now, little Alice, don’t get your knickers in a knot just cause Longbottom can’t.” Bellatrix replied airily. Dropping her bag, Alice glared at Bellatrix. “Course,” she stooped to pick up Alice’s bag, handed it to her, and murmured softly in her ear. “I could always do that for you.” Bellatrix grinned as Alice suddenly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to the Restricted section. Pushing her against the bookcase, kissing her neck as Alice sighed, Bellatrix knew that she had set her free.
I want you so bad.
And so it went. Secret meetings led to secret affairs. “Study” in the library’s dark corners, make out sessions in the forest, conversations while sipping firewhiskey in Hogsmeade. Bellatrix knew Alice wasn’t completely free. Like a caged bird, only set free when her wings were clipped. Little Alice was free only when in her arms, free only when Bellatrix was tantalizing her. So Bellatrix contented herself with that for the time being. Besides, when little Alice was twisting her hair into knots-Bellatrix couldn’t quite care about much else.
It’s driving me mad.
And secret affairs lead to rumors. One can only run their finger across the length of another’s thigh under the table in Potions for so long before someone sees. Little Alice became scared, worried for Longbottom and what her parents might think. Bellatrix tried to hold her closer, kissed her harder, remind her of that delicious freedom. But little Alice still came to her for one last night, bade her goodbye. Bellatrix was furious. How dare that little bitch do this? No, no, this was not freedom. Alice was more imprisoned than ever. Bellatrix would save her, save the bird from her cage.
It’s driving me mad.
Bellatrix knew it the moment she met her, all those years later. Alice was still captive in her life, jailed in her mind. No, no, this was not a happy Alice, not a free bird. They dueled viciously, lights flashing like fireworks. Bellatrix finished off Longbottom first, savoring every delicious scream. And then she sauntered to Alice. “Little Alice, how you have done me wrong,” she hissed, venom dripping from her words. Bellatrix pushed her to her knees, pulled her head back by her hair, and pulled close to her face. She kissed Alice’s eyelids. “Little Alicebird,” she murmured one last time. Time to undo the lock, time to say goodbye and open the cage. So she raised her wand, beamed down at her, and let out a small “Crucio.”
And at last, Alice was free.