The birth of a man's son should be a joyous event. And it was. Up until his wife decided that she no longer wanted to be intimate. "I'm too tired" and "Not tonight" had become favorite sayings of hers. In fact, it had been months since he'd last made love to his wife.

Lucius curled his hand around the rim of his glass, swirling the brandy a bit harder than he had intended. Who did she think she was denying his right as her husband to claim her?

When the door open, he had opened his mouth, a dozen vile comments on the tip of his tongue. But it was not his wife that entered. It was her sister. Her dark haired, ill mannered, psychotic sister.

"What do you want?" Lucius snapped, wanting nothing more than to be left alone to wallow in his misery.

"Its not fair what she does" Bellatrix replied, striding over to his desk and sitting atop of it. "Or rather... what she doesn't do"

"What are you prattling on about?"

"My sister. Don't you think I know she hasn't lain with you since Draco was born?"

"What my wife and I do behind closed doors is none of your concern Bellatrix"

Bellatrix shrugged even as she smiled at him. "I was only going to offer my help Lucius" she said, batting her eyes at him. "But if you'd rather I not..." with another shrug she stood from the desk, tugging at the impossibly short skirt she was wearing. As she turned, she knocked a book from the desk, "Oh, how careless of me" she purred, turning her back to him and bending over. It was then that he saw she wore nothing underneath.

"Bellatrix" he said sharply, "Wait"

Standing slowly and turning, she looked at him, "Yes Lucius?"

"Come Here"

Bellatrix smirked as she walked slowly to where he still sat, her eyes locked on his, seeing the desire for her that he tried to keep hidden.

She allowed one gasp of surprise to leave her lips as he yanked her down onto his lap before she laughed. It was a low, sultry sound.

"How can you help?" he demanded, "Can you talk her out of this ridiculous nonsense?"

"No" Bellatrix licked her lips as she looked at him, "But I can do for you what she will not"

When Lucius did nothing but stare, Bellatrix rose, sitting on his desk once more, but this time facing him, leaning back in invitation. "Do you need an instruction manual?"

Lucius closed his eyes as he entered her. Behind his lids he saw the silky blonde hair of his wife, he felt her gentle caresses against his back.

i"Lucius"/i

"Shhh" he crooned, "Don't speak"

As long as she remained silent, things were as they always had been in his world.