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I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure


I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was in my head, in my very thoughts. His face was swimming around in front of me on the page in my potions book. Slughorn was talking, stroking his moustache, but I couldn’t hear him. A buzzing noise was ringing in my ears. I was distracted, rapidly tapping my pen on the book. The clock in front of the class seemed to be going twice . . . three times slower. Surely it hadn’t only just been half an hour. I’ve been sitting here for ages.

We’re going to meet up later. In the Room of Requirement. He had sent me an owl before . . . from his common room to mine. 8 o’clock sharp. It was 5 o’clock now. Only three more hours. I was always this fidgety before our . . . “meetings.” There was always a rush of emotions, your heart skipping a beat . . .

It was dangerous, of course. Very dangerous. If we were seen together . . . a Gryffindor and a Slytherin. There would be an uproar, within school and within our families. God, what if my family found out. I’d be thrown out, disowned . . . it wasn’t even worth thinking about.

I drew a miniscule heart in the corner of my page. I wrote “Frank” in the middle of it. I’d done it to all of my books. It was like, sort of, christening my book. Professing my love. I’d tried to think about the last time he’d talked to me. It was about a week ago. In the Room of Requirement, as usual. It was the room where you could get a bit of privacy. No, I can remember the exact date and time. It was last Thursday. At 8 o’clock, as usual. I could remember the smell of his aftershave, the warmth of his skin, the softness of his lips . . .

“Miss Lestange!” Slughorn shouted, bringing me out of my reverie. “The whole class started work half an hour ago and you haven’t even got your cauldron out yet.”

He waited for everybody to get back to work, before squeezing through the desks towards me. He leaned over my shoulder and whispered,
“Listen. Bellatrix. You’re one of my best students but you haven’t been yourself these past couple of weeks. Is there anything troubling you?”

I couldn’t turn around and say,
“Oh, there’re a few things. I’m currently meeting up with Frank Longbottom from Gryffindor in the dead of night and I can’t stop thinking about him. You don’t mind, do you?”
The poor man would have a heart attack. Instead, I shook my head.

Slughorn looked at me, disbelievingly.
“I don’t really want to put you on detention, but I don’t really know what to do with you. Now, there’s no point in you starting the potion. Pack your stuff away.”

I got up from my bench and reached for my bag. Slughorn touched my arm.
“But if you don’t buck your ideas up soon,” he threatened.” I will have to seriously consider dropping you from NEWT level.”

His threat hung over my head like a heavy black cloud. I’d got ten straight “O”’s in my OWLs and was set to do the same at NEWT levl. But one NEWT down wouldn’t be so bad, would it? I mean, I’d been the “goody-two-shoes” for the past six years, always doing my homework on the time, etc, etc. Couldn’t I be a little bit rebellious every now and then? Everybody else was.

The bell rang, signalling the start of dinner. I slung my bag over my shoulder and hurried out. Because I was one of the first out, I was early into the hall. Nobody else was sitting on the Slytherin table, apart from a small group of first-years. I settled down at the end of the table and helped myself to some soup.

A group of boys came in, laughing. Frank was with them. His friends threw a bunch of dirty looks into my direction, the kind of looks that make you feel like dirt . . . or are supposed to. I didn’t expect anything more from them. They were Gryffindors and I was a Slytherin. Our rivalry went back about a thousand years. It couldn’t be helped. Behind their backs, Frank sneaked me a sly wink and perched himself next to them. 8 o’clock seemed a long time away.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, . . .

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing


I crept along the corridor towards the Room of Requirement. It was best if nobody saw me . . . or him, especially at this time of night. I want to find a place where me and Frank can be together. I want to find a place where me and Frank can be together. I want to find a place where me and Frank can be together.

A doorknob appeared from out of the wall and I entered. The familiar four poster bed with its plush cushions and silky sheets in colours of deep red, burgundy and black . . . the colours of love. And my familiar boy with short curly brown hair and dark brown eyes was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow. I glided my way up to the bed and sat down next to him. He smiled before kissing me gently. I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter, his lips softly caressing mine. His lips moved down to my neck, whispering,
“Hi, Bell.”

I placed my finger under his chin and slowly raised it so my lips met his again. Our kiss seemed to linger for what seemed like an endless amount of time. His hands moved from my cheeks, through my hair, over my breasts. My hands followed his example, down his spine, over his bum, behind his knees, bringing them up and around my hips. His hands cupped around my face again, his fingers tenderly closing my eyelids. I could feel his weight pressing down on me, slowly forcing me to lie down on the bed. That familiar aftershave filled my nostrils. I could feel the warmth of his body, the pores of his skin, and the beat of his heart. He was taking me deep into a world where hell never started and heaven never ended.




My eyelids flickered slowly open. I was still laying in the Room of requirement. The clock showed twenty to two. Carefully and quietly, I propped myself up onto my elbow to watch my sleeping beauty.

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes
And thank God we're together
I just want to stay with you in this moment forever
Forever and ever


He was lying on her side, his hair wisped across his face, his mouth partially open. Slowly, I crept along the bed, until I was right next to his, and lay down. I lay so close, our noses where touching, so when he breathed in, he’d have to breathe in my breath, and when he breathed out, I’d have to breathe his. I lent even closer, kissing his. His eyes shot open startled, and he returned my kiss, our tongues dancing together. He pulled away first, almost reluctantly, and smiled sleepily.

“Hey,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes. “ What time’s it?”
“About quarter to two,” I replied, sitting up.

He lent over the side of the bed, clutching the duvet cover and began rummaging around for his clothes. I reached out and stroked his arm. He turned, one arm through his arm hole, and smiled, squeezing my arm. Letting go of him, I began searching for my clothes.




A little while later, I found myself peeking my head around the door of the Room of Requirement, Frank at my side. The corridors were quiet and deserted, the lights extinguished.

“All clear,” I whispered, grinning.
“See ya,” he whispered back, also grinning, before creeping out and turning left, heading for the stairs. He turned and pointed at me. “Remember. Owl.”

I watched as his figure turned the corner and listened as his footsteps grew distant. When it became silent, I slipped out of the room and down the stairs into the dungeons. The portrait of the old, wrinkled wizard came into view.

“Where have you been?” he said, accusingly. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Pureblood,” I said and waited for the frame to open.
“Whatever. Nobody listens to a word I say these days. Young people today. No respect for their elders. Now in my day, children . . .” the portrait swung forward, continuing to mumble and grumble to himself, as I climbed in the common room and up the staircase towards the girls dormitory.

Slipping silently into the covers, I smiled, watching the other girls fast asleep. I pulled out a piece of old parchment from under my bed and grabbed my quill.

Dear Frank,
I really enjoyed tonight. Another week is too long to wait again. I haven’t got anything on tomorrow night, so how about then? 8 o’clock, in our usual place.
Love B
x x x


I folded it carefully into quarters and laid it on top of my bedside cabinet, willing myself to remember to send it in the morning. Smiling again, I closed my eyes and slept soundly.




The first bell rang. I hurried down the owlery steps, taking them to at a time, to Transfiguration, the only lesson I had with Frank. Skidding to a halt outside the door, I checked my watch. Only seven minutes late. Brushing myself down, I waltzed into the classroom. Twenty pairs of eyes stared into mine. I stared back.

“Lestrange!” Professor McGonagall yelled. “Please explain yourself about why you are late to my lesson.”
“I . . . I,” I stuttered, trying to think up a suitable reason, then and there. No, what was I doing? Slytherin’s were supposed to be tough and fearless and I’m standing here stuttering like a fool. I should feel ashamed of myself.

“I was at the owlery, Professor,” I began again.
“Why?” she questioned, inquisitively.
“To . . . deliver a letter, Professor,” I said slowly, as if the answer was completely obvious.

Unfortunately, McGonagall caught my tone.
“Don’t you use that tone with me, Lestrange,” she shouted, pointing a finger at me. “Detention. Tonight.”

My heart sank.
“But-,” I started, then stopped and started again. “Professor, I can’t do your detention tonight. I have a . . . previous engagement that unfortunately I will be unable to get out off.”

A few of the class tittered at that last comment. I, however, held my breath and waited for the storm to hit. To my surprise, she said,
“Well, make it tomorrow night. Unless, you are “unfortunately unable” to make that one as well,” she added, sarcastically.

I headed for my usual place in the back corner.
“Oh no, you don’t,” McGonagall warned. “You can sit at the front next to Mr Longbottom.”

Next to Frank. Next to Frank, I kept thinking, as I approached him. I drew my chair as far back as I could and sat down, pretending to detest the idea. McGonagall began talking again. I settled down to sleep with my eyes open for the remainder of the lesson, when the rapping sound of an owl woke me.

Somebody opened the window and the owl flew in, straight at Frank. He untied the letter and read it, his eyebrows rising. I caught the top line: Dear Frank, I really enjoyed . . .. My heart started racing, but Frank simply folded it up and put it in his pocket. McGonagall stood shocked and cleared her throat, trying to catch Frank’s attention.

“Sorry Professor,” he mumbled. “It won’t happen again.”

Flabbergasted, McGonagall started the lesson again.




The bell rang again, signalling lunch. I quickly gathered up my books and a piece of parchment fell out. I bent down and picked it up. It had one single word on it. Yes. I was left grinning like a maniac for the rest of the day.




Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing


I want to find a place where me and Frank can be together. I want to find a place where me and Frank can be together. I want to find a place where me and Frank can be together.

There stood the familiar four poster bed with its plush cushions and silky sheets in colours of deep red, burgundy and black . . . the colours of love. And my familiar boy with short curly brown hair and dark brown eyes was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow. A huge grin appeared across my face as I flew towards the bed. Bruising, our lips met. I grabbed his shoulders and forced him down onto the bed, our lips never leaving. His fingers fumbled over the buttons of my blouse, while I undid his pants. He raised his arms, allowing me to lift his shirt over his head; I did the same. His lips left mine, only to slide their way across my bare chest. Abruptly, he pulled away.

“What?” I asked, kissing his neck. He pulled away; I tried to kiss his again.
“No,” he panted. “Do you hear that?”

I stopped and listened carefully, only hearing my rapid breathing. I shook my head. Leaping off the bed, Frank started walking around.
“Who’s there?” he shouted, holding his hands out in front of him. “Come out! Show yourself!”

There was a huge crash and Frank ended up entangled on the floor. He yelled and pulled at something invisible in front of him. A tall, dark-haired girl lay crouched on the floor.
“You!” he yelled, grabbing his pants and covering himself up with it.

Alice Johnson looked up mischievously at us. A huge smirk crept across her face. She started to laugh.
“Ooo! Wait until the others hear about this. You two. I’d never of thought it. Bellatrix Lestrange and Frank Longbottom,” she whispered the last statement, almost menacingly.

My heart skipped a beat.
“No. No. Don’t please,” Frank pleaded, grabbing her arm as she stood quickly up and ran for the door.
“Stop,” I shouted, panicking. “IMPEDIMENTA!”

My spell missed my target and hit the wall, smashing a glass vase. Frank ran out after her, quickly straightening out his shirt. I saw his face just before he closed the door, worried and pale-faced, leaving me alone in the room, with a thumping heart.




I didn’t sleep well that night, my mind buzzing with the events of what had just happened. I wondered what Frank was thinking, whether Alice Johnson had opened her fat gob and spread a rumour about us, degrading us, making us seem dirty and unnatural. Turning over, I looked at my watch. 6:30. Only one and a half hours left before I had to face the truth; take it or leave it.




Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the Great Hall. The hall was busy with people eating and talking. Nobody looked up as I sat down. My little sister, Narcissa, sat in front of me.
“What’s up?” she asked, flicking her long, blonde hair behind her and picking up her spoon.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, staring at the back of Frank’s head. Narcissa followed my stare.
“What you looking at him for?” she mocked, pointing behind her.
“Nothing,” I mumbled again.

I stared at him again. He seemed at ease, as if not fazed by what happened last night. I watched him as he stood up and held out his hand; Alice at the other end. They left the hall together, laughing and joking.

“Bell,” Narcissa waved her hand in front of my face. “Bellatrix!”
I stood up suddenly, my eyes never leaving the spot where they left, and marched after them, ignoring the shouts from my little sister.

I glanced around the Entrance Hall. They had disappeared from sight. A sound was coming from the nearest broom cupboard; a muffled sound. I walked right up to it, fearing the worst, and quickly opened it.

I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time


“No!” I screamed.

Alice and Frank broke apart at the sound of my voice, Alice’s blouse hanging off at one corner.

“No!” I screamed again.
“Bell,” Frank said, pulling away from Alice. He grabbed my arm and dragged me against the wall. Disgustedly, I yanked my shoulder away from his grip and stared at his with the utmost disbelief. No . . . he couldn’t have . . . I didn’t just see . . .

Frank tucked a piece of hair behind his ear.
“Listen Bell,” he said, urgently. “What happened . . . what happened between us was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened . . . never happened.”
“No, you don’t mean that,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “You don’t mean that.”

He didn’t just say that. He doesn’t mean that.

“Bell,” Frank interrupted, fighting back tears. “I . . . I do mean it. I l . . . love Alice. I love Alice. You were just a mistake. A really bad mistake.”

“NO!” I screamed. “That’s just what he wants you to say. You love me. Think of all those times we were together. Five years. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

Frank breathed in.
“Bell, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

He turned away, his shoulders shaking. I grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back.
“Get off me!” he shouted. “Stop it. Just stop it.”
Tears dripped down his face, he whispered, “Please, stop it. Please.”

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing


He turned, sobbing, and ran up the stairs, as far away from me as he possibly could. I felt by heart being torn to shreds, torn into a thousand pieces, unable to be placed back together. It felt like a giant door, being slammed in my face.

Don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
I don't want to miss a thing




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