A/N: So I finally got around to putting this up. I've been working on this for a while. I realize it's kind of a strange pairing, but I was watching Sweeney Todd, and it just seemed to make sense. So here it is.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Words are lyrics to the song Wait, from Sweeney Todd.
Wait
Voldemort sat in a large, winged armchair in a dark room in the Malfoy Manor. Large sections of the room had been destroyed by a powerful spell. Voldemort spun his wand in his hand. Bellatrix sat kneeled at his side.
"Where is Potter? I was told he would have him by the end of the week!"
Belatrix placed her hand soothingly on his leg.
"Easy now, hush, love hush. Don't distress yourself, what's your rush?" she crooned.
"I want Potter!" Voldemort cried.
"Keep your thoughts nice and lust. Wait."
Voldemort stood, pushing past Belatrix and staring into the gilded mirror above the fireplace. Belatrix placed her hands on Voldemort's shoulders and laid her head in the crook of his neck.
"Hush, love, hush, think it through. Once it bubbles, then, what's to do?"
She gestured as if looking over a cauldron.
"Watch it close. Let it brew. Wait."
Belatrix pulled away, and looked around the room.
"I've been thinkin' flowers, maybe daisies, to brighten up the room!"
She dusted off a bit of the mantelpiece.
"Don't you think some flowers, pretty daisies, might relieve the gloom? Ah wait, love, wait."
"And Potter? When will I get to him?" Voldemort asked his eyes still boring into his reflection.
"Can't you think of nothin' else? Always broodin' away on your wrongs what happened heaven knows how many years ago! Slow, love, slow. Time's so fast. No goes quickly, see now it's past!" Bellatrix crooned.
"Soon will come, soon will last. Wait. You must know, silly man? Half the fun is to plan the plan!"
She clutched his arm and laid her head on his shoulder.
"All good things come to those who can wait."
She released his arm and looked around the room.
"Gillyflowers, maybe, 'stead of daisies… I don't know though…"
She looked at him.
"What do you think?"
