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Harry Potter: Marauders Era: Bellatrix Black/Dorcas Meadowes
Title: Masquerade
Completion: Complete
X-posted: aff.net, greatestjournal.com
Words: 1020
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Bellatrix Black/Dorcas Meadowes
Summary: The annual Masquerade is a perfect chance for the two girls to be together in public, if only in costume.
Author's Notes: Written for the femmeslash thread Halloween challenge at gaiaonline.com. This is NOT _levi inspired so people know. This Dorcas is a bit younger than Bellatrix is and their relationship is extremely different than at _levicorpus.


Samhain was a child's holiday, meant for the third years to play around and an excuse for the house-elves to make as many sweets as possible. The only reason Bellatrix Black ever liked it was the excuse to wear costumes. Tonight of all nights was special to the pureblood since it was the one night of the year she could pretend to be somebody else. She was able to visit in public with the one she cared about. It was her own way of sticking her nose up to the rest of the pureblood world. Not to mention the Gryffindors who hated the thought of them being any bit close to eachother.

It had taken only a short while for her to dress in a man's tuxedo, her hair tucked under a top hat and a masquerade mask hiding her identity. She had to bind her breasts, but at least that would fool them a bit. Once arrived at the ball it was a whirlwind of confusion. Odd fizzy drinks were being served, all tasting much too sweet. She had to stop three times before finally finding her partner. Each time a house-elf had refused to leave her alone until she had eaten a sugar quill, a pumpkin pasty, and a little chocolate cupcake with a bat decorated the icing.

A loud burst of laughter caught her attention, an equally loud orange pumpkin costume catching her eyes. Inside of it was a younger girl, her brown hair pinned above her head along with the top of the pumpkin, a little green weed popping off the hat. Bellatrix could feel her breath catching as she looked upon the young Dorcas Meadowes. A mudblood. Filthy. Yet oddly adorable dressed as a plump pumpkin.

Assured her costume hid her identity well, she walked to the young girl and wrapped her arms around the costume, her chin resting on the girl's shoulder as she leaned over to whisper in her ear. "There are much too many sweet things here, my little mudblood. Must we stay here?"

The girl whirled around, giving her an amused smile yet Bellatrix could see the scolding in her eyes. Dorcas hated it when she called her little mudblood, even if it was a term of affection. It could just as easily be an insult. "You were the one who wanted to meet here."

"Well only because~mmph!" A little ball of sugary orange fluff, decorated like a pumpkin, was shoved into Bellatrix's mouth before she could finish her arguement.

Dorcas took her fingers away from her girlfriend's and licked them, watching as the older girl finished the sugary treat. She rolled her eyes when Bellatrix made a point of licking each granule of sugar off her lips. "Can we not argue tonight? It's our one night. Please?" Her bottom lip quivered as she gave Bellatrix the puppy eyes. On any other person it would have annoyed her, but with Dorcas it was simply adorable. Taking the pumpkin-girl's hand, she spun her out onto the dance floor, assuming the male lead. Dorcas' feet stumbled every once in a while, but Bellatrix was always there to catch her. A hard thing to accomplish when the costume her girlfriend wore was so bulky.

"You wore that intentionally." Bellatrix gave Dorcas an accusing look through her mask, causing the younger to smile as she was twirled. Bellatrix brought the girl back into her arms, holding her close to her chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bella." Dorcas fluttered her eyelashes exaggeratedly, smiling up into Bellatrix's dark eyes. It unnerved her slightly when she smirked in return, her eyes glancing down in a way which told Dorcas her girlfriend did not need to see her bare attributes to imagine them. Dorcas barely noticed Bellatrix had managed to steer them towards a tiny alcove, only being looked at by a few passerbys. Obviously Bella did not care if Dorcas had the reputation of being snogged by some stranger at the Halloween Masquerade.

Of course, at the moment Dorcas barely cared. She was simply too distracted by the soft full lips claiming her own, transferring lust between them and causing every centimeter of her body tingle. Her arms wrapped around Bellatrix's neck, making a tiny noise of disapproval when the lips left hers. She could hardly care for long though. Not when the lips were roaming along the length of her bare neck, making little love bites at the junction of neck and shoulder. Bellatrix's hands were roaming along the bare part of her legs, the tip of her nails causing chicken-flesh, little bumps, to arise whereever they touched. With each inch they moved upwards, Dorcas felt her body heat up. She should have worn pants. The whole point of the pumpkin was to keep Bellatrix's hormones at bay. So much for that.

All too late they noticed a house-elf standing in front of them, offering up little cupcakes. "Get it away, Dorcas. Or I shall happily kick the little creature across the Great Hall." Bella's words were an annoyed hiss, her body straightening as she stood to do exactly what she threatened.

"Bella..." Dorcas used her arms around Bella's neck to pull her back down, their lips meeting one another's in a heated union of lust. The house-elf refused to leave though. Apparently it was either suicidal or had no sense of privacy. Not that Bellatrix cared. Dorcas could not stop her girlfriend before she saw a flick of wood come from the older girl's costumes and the little house-elf being thrown back by the force of the spell. She could only gasp when she heard a little outcry from a girl who had apparently been hit by the house-elf.

"Ten points." Bellatrix's voice was laced with amusement, her dark eyes lighting up as she chuckled. It was a rare thing to see her happy.

"I think you've had too much sugar. Now shut up and kiss me." Dorcas pulled her back down, resuming their snogging. The house-elves kept them and their treats away from the couple for the rest of the night.