Disclaimer: No, I don't own these characters. Wish I did. But I don't.

HELLO, LOVES! It is indeed I, NeverAPrefect, back from the abyss of non-writing otherwise known as life off-line! Tis indeed loverly to be back. So here is my new fic. It's quite unlike ...Evans, a it more like Tea, but not really. These are my ideas of what the fab HP women may have felt concerning marriage. I have marriage on the brain because i spent my entire summer holidays being dragged all across the UK trying on bridesmaids dresses. Not the most marvo activity. So, without further ado, I present Til Death Do Us Part.

BEGIN!

Bellatrix sighed and lounged back against the richly upholstered chaise-lounge cushions. She tuned out the sound of her parents talking to Rodolphus's parents. She glanced at Rodolphus, who was watching her intently. She gave him a slow smile and absentmindedly touched the sleeve of her left forearm. Her greatest treasure was on that arm, etched into her skin. Her own personal connexion with the Dark Lord; a bit of him on her. She was honoured.

She would rather not marry at all, but the Dark Lord was adamant- she must keep up appearances. Her parents would approve of the match, especially after Andromeda. Bellatrix felt her lip curl at the thought of her once-sister. Beside that, Lestrange was a respected pureblood name, one that should be carried on. And Bellatrix, always the Dark Lord's servant, did as he asked.

He knew what was right.

He knew that only purebloods should live; the other filthy scum should be eradicated.

He needed her, and she willingly acquiesced.

So there it is! I'm going to be putting up another chap today, but may not add more for a while. Being in UNIVERSITY tends to eat up my time.

Luuuuuurrrrve you all and please review!

--NeverAPrefect