Written for QueenDromeda for winning Day 1 of the Drabble Ship challenge.

Rodolphus/Bellatrix

Black Hurricane

She didn't have to be like this.

Bellatrix was hot - no, not just hot. She was boiling over; an eighty-degree hurricane that scorched over me in a blaze of unexpected hysteria. She brought with her a rampant rage that was so fleeting and so fast, that I barely had the time to react. She breathed my name down my neck; "Rodolphus," in a hair-raising voice that was both terrifying and sweet at the same time, and her fingertips grated along my skin, leaving blisters that burned right through to my core.

Just when I was adjusting to the insufferable heat; becoming able to accept her for what she was; a turmoil of sultry hotness and an eerie, sickening fever, Bellatrix would transform again.

Her temperature would reduce rapidly, leaving me caught up in the previous heatwave and too hot to catch up with her quickly. The next time I touched her, her skin was so cold it froze my nerve-endings. She recoiled, dark eyes condescending, arms folding across her body. She cruised from a crimson glow to a painful, Arctic cerulean. She became sharp; her words cutting into me, sending her frozen venom coursing through my icy veins.

She was dangerous.

But I couldn't have her any other way.