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"Draco!"

Draco jumped knocking over his glass and spilling his drink. He was in the kitchen at Malfoy manor having a late night snack.

"Draco!"

He could tell it was his aunt. It's a good thing we have a mansion if not the whole household would be up now. As it was all should be far enough away not to hear the others scream. That thought sent a dark shiver down his spine.

It wasn't that his aunt scared him. Of course not, he just avoided her, continuously, like the plague, like a dementor, like the insane murderous Death Eater she was.

"Draco." Her voice was lower this time, dangerously so. Draco wanted nothing more than to run but knew she would find him and the chase would only excite her.

He crept quietly to the sitting room where her voice was coming from. The door was ajar and he peered in cautiously. Whenever he saw her he was always astonished by her beauty. Another reason he avoided her. She's my aunt. He thought in disgust.

When she'd called for him she sounded like she was in a foul mood. Looking her in the eyes could be deadly; looking at her anywhere else could be just as dangerous to Draco. Ok just don't look at her. Keep your eyes respectfully down. He told himself as he slipped into the room unnoticed,his heart hammering in his chest.

"Yes Auntie Bella? You wanted me?" he asked so softly that he was surprise she heard him.

Bellatrix spun around to face him. Raising her head higher she glared down at him though her unruly hair.

"Why would anyone want you Draco?" She asked coldly and he was stung by her harsh words.

As she was bending down to reach an unseen item on the coffee table Draco got a lovely view of her smooth creamy bosom as it spilled alarmingly over her corset top.

"You Draco are a filthy disgrace." She spat waving the object she'd just retrieved at him. He shivered but from her words or her body he wasn't sure.

"Imagine a pureblood having something so vulgar." She held up the magazine and for the first time he recognized it as his PlayWizard. He felt heat rush into his cheeks as he turned scarlet.

"Where did you...how did you get that?" He stammered too surprised even to fear her.

"Your mother asked me to bring one of your school books to your room and I found this." She said holding it away from her, a look of disgust plain on her face. He reached out to grab it but she pulled it away.

"Does Mum know?" He asked defeated. Surely she told her. Surely my life is ruined. He was legally old enough to have it. He was seventeen but he didn't feel it. Mummy still scared him.

"No." She paused a moment, deep in thought. "Perhaps I should tell her. You are her son after all not mine."

"No." He was pleading with her now. "Please Auntie Bella."

Bellatrix smiled wickedly. "I suppose I could deal your punishment, I am your Aunt."

Punishment? I'm too old for a punishment. But do I really want to tell her that? No. Draco began to wonder if his mother would not have been the better choice. What will a deranged Death Eater do to me?

He watched as she sat on the sofa and tossed the incriminating magazine back onto the coffee table.

"Come here Draco." She called out for him and when he didn't move immediately she gave him a stern look.

"Draco, you'd better do as Auntie says."

He shuffled over to her standing awkwardly in front of the sofa, awaiting her next command.

"Take off your trousers."

"W...what?" He wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly very insecure.

"Do as you are told." Her voice told him she was not in a mood to play games. He thought about screaming than remembered his earlier thought. No one can hear you scream.

He unbuttoned his trousers, unzipped his fly and slid them down his legs

"That's fine." She said not making him fight to step out of them. He stood half naked in front of his mother's sister. Never had he felt so exposed. I hope she lets me leave my shorts on.

"Lay yourself across my knee." She said simply. When he hesitated she shot him a look saying she wasn't to be crossed. He complied.

Draco felt ridiculous and vulnerable laying across his aunt's lap his arse clear where she could see it. When she pulled his shorts down he tried to jump up but she was stronger than she looked. And really he liked this position more than he would admit even to himself.

There was a moment of nothing. All he could feel were Bellatrix's eyes burning into him and the heat in his flushed cheeks. Then he felt her hand slap his bottom. There was a loud smack that seemed to vibrate through the quiet manor. She hit him again, and again. Each strike harder, sharper than the last.

As much as he hated it he loved it. Along with the sting on his arse he could feel his cock stiffen. Desire for his aunt stronger than any before began to build within him. He needed her to stroke it, needed release. Feeling daring he shifted slightly and rubbed himself against her leg. The hits stopped.

In one motion she stood throwing him off her.

"You sick twisted little pervert. You are being punished yet clearly you enjoy it."

He never remembered being so afraid and so aroused at the same time.

"Get to bed." She shouted waving her arm grandly at the staircase that led to the second floor.

Draco ran off quickly stumbling as he fought to pull up his trousers and leave at the same time. He was grateful to be out of his aunt's company yet when he made it to the second floor landing he couldn't leave. Hiding behind the wall he looked down at Bellatrix.

Her insane laughter floated up to him. She seemed to be in a much better mood already. He watched as she took up the magazine flipping through it quickly as if having a page already in mind. Draco squinted and could see what page she stopped at.

The one he had always avoided, a beautiful blonde witch lounging completely naked on a settee. The picture moved as all do in the wizarding world. The woman gave smouldering looks to the viewer as she stroked herself. Draco was disturbed looking at it. The witch looked too much like his own mother.

He watched Bellatrix in fascination as she lifted her skirt high. Too bad he was watching from her side, his view was somewhat blocked. He began to stroke himself subconsciously as his aunt's hand glided up her skirt.

With the motions she made it was clear she was fucking herself. He couldn't see but he could imagine her fingers buried deep inside her. How wet she must be. Did I cause it? He wondered and stroked himself harder through his trousers.

She began to buck into her own hand as she moaned. The magazine slipped from her grasp as her shouts got louder. He watched her shudder; head tossed back, eyes closed. And he felt himself come. First bliss than sticky warmth in his shorts.

Damn her. She'd been lying the whole time. She didn't see him or his magazine as filth. It had got her off. In fact looking at a picture of her sister's lookalike had got her off. Sexy as all this was that really did bother him.

He shuffled off to the loo all the while muttering curse words about his aunt and trying not to think of all the little things that he could use to get himself punished again.