What could he get his wife for Yule? He had been thinking about it for a long time but still he had not had inspiration yet. Already it was December 2oth and Yule was starting tomorrow. Tuning on the spot near the fire in the second reception room of his sister in law's house he thought of what his wife, Bellatrix Lestrange, liked then hit on the perfect thing. A couple of weeks ago while on a mission in muggle London he heard part of one of their Christmas songs, "The twelve days of Christmas", and he thought now of one of the lines; "A partridge in a pear tree". Grinning to himself as he added his own spin to that he grabbed his wand and apparated into muggle London once more.
For awhile he walked through the crowds. He was hunting for the perfect one, not one of these too thin and scrawny looking ones and not a child or not an elderly muggle. Then he saw the perfect one exiting from a place called The Perfume Shop. Ducking behind one of the muggle cars that was belching thick black smoke into the air he aimed his wand and petrified the muggle just as he left the crowds and went to walk down an empty side street. As soon as the muggle fell he hurried over, scooped up the man's purchase from the shop then apparated them back to his sister in law's. This muggle was not for him though, not tonight.
By the time he got home the sky was already dark making him have to conjure up an everlasting candle to light while he went to work on his prize. First he stripped the muggle out of his clothing before winding a big red bow around him and tying it up, making sure to leave plenty of skin on view before he stepped back and lifted his wand again, partly transfiguring the muggle into a partridge. Laughing at the muggle bird that was now looking at him and beginning to scream he cast the muffliato spell before dragging the present over to the pear tree and putting it into the branches. For added measures he was sure to bind the muggle bird to the branch with magic as well as ropes then he cast another silencing charm as well as a warming charm. It wouldn't do for his present to die of exposure or to get away before the morning.
The next morning, when Yule began he woke his wife with sweet kisses before things turned hotter and he ended up slipping inside her and bringing her to one shuddering climax after the other before he was ready to take her outside; "I have a present for you, but it's outside". Turning her head to look at the falling snow outside the window she shivered and looked back at him with puzzled eyes, "but it's snowing outside, can't you bring it in here?". It was eventually with much reluctance that she conceded and got herself dressed up warmly to walk through the snow outside to where her gift was. Almost there he stopped her, "stop a moment baby, I want to put this over your eyes as it's a surprise for you". In his hands was one of her silk scarves he had borrowed for this and now he shook it out and brought to her face, where she put a hand up t stop him, "if you are bullshitting me Rodolphus I will hex your cock off and feed it to the hounds", There was no bite in her words though and she acquiesced to let him tie the scarf around her head then take her hands and guide her further into the gardens to where the pear tree was.
Stopping in front of it with her he grinned as he removed the blindfold, "On the first day of yule, my true love gave to me.. A partridge in a pear tree". Dropping the silencing wards he guffawed as the muggle spied the pair of them and pleaded for the woman to spare him. "Did my husband hurt you?" she smiled when the man responded to her gentle touch and seemingly kind nature, "He's a demon on times, but.. I have to tell you, he's the nice one in our relationship, I'm the one you need to fear." Her actions were lightening fast like a coiled snake pouncing on it's prey, her fingernails painted a deep shade of midnight blue had sank into the thin skin under his eyes as her other hand made him swing to and fro from the branch, her laughter making the gift pale as he realised there was to be no mercy for him.