Bella, oh Bella
After five intense months of planning and maiming, Voldemort felt that he deserved a well-earned rest. Traitors were caught, Aurors were killed and the Wizarding World was in complete chaos.
How much better could it get?
For the first time in four years, he gave himself one day off. To rest, to play.
And to have fun.
Draco strode briskly in the large manor, his eyes sharp and ready for any movement. The cold marble walls reflected light, casting a variety of pitch-black shadows on the white polished ground.
Huffing out a puff of air and shrugging into his coat further, he walked steadfast towards the Death-Eaters' quarters. He was trying to look for the Dark Lord though, needing to convey some important information Greyback had gathered out in the wild.
Increasing his pace, he continued forward, slowing down gradually to a stealthy crawl as he approached the Dark Lord's private chamber. The last two times he entered, he came back out bloodied. Draco wondered what would happen to him this time.
He stopped outside the brown, shiny door to the Dark Lord's own chamber. He gulped silently before he heard the Dark Lord's voice.
"Come my sweet."
Draco swallowed anxiously. Who was the Dark Lord talking to. Him? Nagini?
"Don't be shy, Bella. Sh, no one is outside, you know."
Bella? Bella! His aunt was in there alone with the Dark Lord? Draco's thoughts went wild- what on earth were they doing in there.
"How demanding of you… Fine, come over, love. Hush, darling, shh…."
Draco nearly coughed in revulsion, his mind definitely thinking the wrong way. He had to tell Uncle Rod Bellatrix was cheating on him. Later, though. For now, he'll have to listen first.
"Slow down, slow down. Go on, go closer…"
There came thud, before a slow moan, which Draco immediately recognized as the Dark Lord's. Yuck, he thought in disgust.
Feeling it was the right time to interfere now, Draco knocked lightly on the polished brown surface, not exactly anticipating the scene that would unfold before him.
He stopped, his eyes wide.
The Dark Lord lay sprawled on the floor, his bony pale hands reaching out for a black cat, his face screwed up in pain.
"Help me up will you! Draco!" the Dark Lord glared at him, failing extravagantly.
"Uh. Ya." Draco muttered, before yanking him up by his hand.
"I…er, fell." The Dark Lord explained, sneering at Draco as if daring him to laugh.
Draco nodded quickly, in fear of laughing out.
"And don't you ever tell any of the others of this ungraceful… degrading … demeanor… that I had just now! Caused by Bella of course!" he growled, before adding , "Bella is this stupid cat over here… I named it that because Bella is… is loyal to me! Don't you dare think otherwise!"
The Dark Lord was blushing, if that was even possible.
"Of course, my lord, how can someone so small like me ever dare to goad a master?" Draco said, his ribs nearly cracking with the effort of holding his laughter.
Before the Dark Lord could react to his sarcastic remark, Draco bounded out of the room, grinning like an idiot.
He had just seen the powerful, mighty, Dark Lord slip up.
A/N: The fic is purely crack! CRACK! I thought it was a hilarious idea (I owe part of the creativity to me friend though :D) Hope you enjoyed reading it!