Disclaimer:I obviously don't own Harry Potter?
Hair let loose
Night …the death eaters' meeting had already finished. (and not a minute too soon if someone of the participants death eaters was asked!)Those of the Death Eaters that could still stand were helping those whose neurons were too fried, because of the crusiatus, for the night, to move on their own. Lord Voldemort was uncharacteristically fierce this night.
Of course lately he was too pressured with responsibilities. What with the organization of the festivities to celebrate the ultimate death of that muggle loving fossil Dumbledore, the cooking of new malicious plans for the disposal of the Potter brat and the thinking of more terrible things to do to the humanity and the world. After he conquered it, of course. It was more than reasonable that he was a bit on edge.
Bellatrix hurt inside seeing her Lord in such a state. She, however, had a cunning plan…
Later still that night… All the residents of the manor were quietly retired to their courters. Lord Voldemort, on the other hand, was quite restless in his bedchamber, not settling in one position on his majestic bed for more than a few minutes. In the dark corridors was treading a lone figure. Clad in a rather revealing baby doll, garters and a matching lacy thong… its hair was let loose softly caressing the shoulders, the lips utterly kissable, the eyes bright as stars full of lust and promises…
A knock on a door…the figure entered Lord Voldemort's bedchamber with a relative ease. Like someone who knows what he is as a result of having done it before. A light was lit and Voldemort turned to the door, recognizing the person that had just entered.
"Oh, Lucius… the one I was longing for. I am so glad you came to me".
"My Lord … it was so hard being away from you!"
The light went out again and the room was bathed in darkness. The perfect scenery for a night of fun…
Come morrow the house elves had to repair a bed and the Death Eaters breathed freely once again…