So my friend Clumsy Firefly and I were talking about Voldemort/Bellatrix shit on skype and then this happened. Enjoy. Was not proof read at all. It's weird as fuck. + no rules apply in magic here.
~EvilKingMacabre
Voldemort walked through Malfoy Manor and Narcissa met him in the hall.
"She's in the room again." She stated. Voldemort looked confused. "My sister, Bellatrix." He seemed to not care and walked past her. Narcissa stopped him. "You might want this," she said while holding up a packaged condom.
"The Dark Lord does not need a condom! Wait, what's a condom?" Narcissa hid her face and rolled her eyes.
"A condom goes on the... the thing, your little snake, when your hard." She said awkwardly. Voldemort nodded his head but Narcissa knew he didn't get it. "You put it on your penis when erect so you can have sex without getting the girl pregnant." Now he understood, but not why there was conversation about it.
"So I know the purpose, but why?" Narcissa came out and said it bluntly.
"My sister wants you. Now go fuck her before she dies on anxiety."
The Noseless Wonder, Voldemort, walked into the bedroom where Bellatrix was waiting impatiently. She was impatient from excitement.
"Let's get this business underway Bellatrix." He said in monotone. The female Death Eater looked pleased in her childish stare. She walked to him and attempted grab his arm.
"Did you bring it?"
"Bring what Bellatrix?" She looked at him in puzzlement before retreating due to his stare.
"The condom... my lord." Voldemort looked at Bellatrix with anger.
"The Dark Lord does not need a condom!" Bellatrix replied with sass;
"Well unless you want a mini dark lord running around, you best get one." Voldemort raised his hand and one appeared. Bellatrix fell to the bed and he locked the door.