moments like these rita skeeter wished she could be anyone else. anyone who didn't get to keep bellatrix black part time.
they'd kiss in broom cupboards and sneak into eachother's dorms well after dark but she couldn't keep her. hickies under collars and scratches on thighs were all their escapade was reduced to.
because once the sun rose and the consciousness crept in they were still just friends.
unruly hair tangled between her hands, rita lied there wondering how bella could sleep. not that she'd consider herself a good person , far from it , but wanting her best friend in the way she should've - could've loved a boy.
the way bellatrix black loved rudolphus.










