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The room was dark, lit only by a few flickering candles, tucked away in a corner as if afraid to face the night. No sound could be heard; the place was as silent as it was cold and depressing and it was very cold and depressing indeed. A sudden movement from the middle of the room caused the adventurous ones among the spiders and various other creepy-crawlies to flee back to their hiding places. "I shouldn't even be here!" muttered Draco, rocking back and forth in his aunt's arms. "But it hurts… why does it hurt Bella? I'm just too weak!"
"It won't always hurt, Draco," she assured him, hugging the boy tightly as he clung to her like a baby. "You should be telling your mother this," she said softly, the fiery reflections of the candles dancing in her grey eyes, so similar to those of her nephew's.
"I can't!" he said agitatedly, burying his pale head in his hands. "She'll just think I'm weak, but she loves me too much to tell me so. I can't tell my father, because he will tell me I'm weak, and punish me for it, too! But you… I can tell you I'm weak and you'll just try and make me stronger!" he explained, getting up to the pace the room anxiously.
"You make yourself stronger Draco!" she said severely, standing from where she sat perched on the edge of the bed.
"You don't understand!" he exploded, clenching his fists and banging his head against the wall. Bellatrix leapt across the room and pulled him away. "You just don't understand!" he choked out, as she restrained him from caving in his skull. "You were always his favourite; he loves you!"
"He loves nobody, Draco! He knows I am faithful, I might even go so far as to say that he trusts me, but he will never love," she laughed humourlessly.
"Why does he hate me?" asked Draco, sounding like a lost young child in his confusion.
"He doesn't hate you," she whispered. "He is disappointed at your father for failing him at the Ministry. He is disappointed at me for failing him at the Ministry! I should know." The boy stared at his aunt in wonderment.
"You do know, don't you? You know better than anyone. You were the only one left after the Ministry, so you were the one that…" She nodded, hugging him again as she felt the telltale signs of her Dark Mark beginning to get prickly around the edges. She gritted her teeth against the pain, instead focusing upon comforting the tall, pale young man before her. For that was what he was; a young man, no longer a young boy to be consoled by cuddles and a bedtime story. Draco winced as his own Dark Mark burned black against his milky skin.
"It won't always hurt, Draco," repeated Bellatrix, turning to mist in front of his very eyes as she faithfully answered the call of her master.
Hope you liked it! This one took me aaaaaaaaaaaages to write. I do hope Draco realises that his aunt's advice is not always necessarily the best... By the way, this is by no means meant to be a DracoxBella fic! She loves him, I guess, as a nephew. Also, not just in this fic, but to people who have read my other stuff, do you think I overuse commas? I feel I do, but I don't want to risk underusing them. And I only put them in to makes the sentences sound right, in my opinion, anyway...