A/N: This just popped into my head, I don't know why, but it's just a little oneshot with Bellatrix and Voldemort and what might happen if she confessed her love to him. Not the best, but give it a try.

No Love

There was a soft knock on the door of Dark Lord's private study. This made him infuriated. The Dark Lord was trying to think of how he was going stop the boy from destroying all of his Horcruxes.

'This better be important,' he thought. "Enter," he said aloud.

It was Bellatrix Lestrange who was brave enough, or rather foolish enough, to go to her master when not called upon to do so first. She was looking thinner than ever; her cheekbones protruded sharply and her eyes were sparked with madness.

"My Lord," she said. "Please may I speak?"

The Dark Lord stood up from his chair and walked around the desk so there was nothing between them. "What is it? Have you got the boy?"

"No bu―"

"Then get out!" he screamed in rage and slapped her hard across the face.

"My Lord, please, listen to me!"

"Crucio!" the Dark Lord tortured Bellatrix until she could hardly move.

"My...my Lord..." She tried to get up off the floor, but fell again, crying out in pain. "Please, just let me say..."

"Cruc―"

"I love you."

The Dark Lord faltered. The two stared at each other for a full minute before the Dark Lord spoke.

"You will never speak of such things again!"

"Have you ever felt a woman's touch?"

"Yes, of course I have. But women are demon seducers that are worse than the fiery pits of Hell and beyond."

"I am not like other women."

"All women are fuking the same. Now get out of my sight and don't disgust me with your childish words again."

"But my Lord," Bellatrix said, tears in her eyes.

The Dark Lord grabbed her neck and pinned her against the wall. "Speak of such things again, and you will die in the most painful way possible."

He banged her once against the wall, opened the door, and threw her out, like a rag doll. She landed with a dead thump on the stone floor and lay unconscious for several hours.