Bellatrix made all sorts of bad decisions while in his presence. They sat on the dusty floor together, with their backs leaned against the sofa and facing the window. He passed her a flask of firewhisky while lighting a cigarette.

It was love at first pull of a ponytail. But it was not obvious for the two first years students who happened to be involved in the act. She thought he was a spoiled eleven year old brat. He was sure she was unable to have a moment of fun.

Sirius was suddenly filled with an anger that he shouldn't be feeling. Bellatrix was his cousin. She was arrogant, mean, and now she was getting married. But she was also funny and had a secret smile that only he knew and her lips and her skin and her hair and he stopped thinking straight. Bellatrix counted his steps. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.