Narcissa waited until Bellatrix was totally asleep to leave the room...

"Mother ... Aunt Bellatrix is better?" Draco asked, crossing with her mother coming down the stairs.

"She'll be, dear." Narcissa replied to Draco, he gave a short nod of his head and left.

Although he knew Bellatrix very recently, it already meant a lot to him...

He saw his mother out of his sight, she looked shaken.

He gave a heavy sigh.

"Oh Draco, do not forget to study for your test Transfiguration, will be on Thursday." Narcissa reminded him.

He slapped his forehead, he had forgotten.

Draco did not know what time it was when he decided to go to bed, the clock was trendy a few minutes ago, so he assumed it was over midnight.

He gave a yawn as he made his way to the bedroom when he heard a distant noise, coming from the room of his aunt.

Like a muffled sob, that intrigued him.

He opened the door carefully to find Bellatrix lying in a fetal position, shivering.

Blankets were strewn about the room; she seemed to be dreaming about something terrible, as she sobbed loudly and cried.

"Aunt ... it's okay ... calm down ..." he shook Bellatrix, who opened his dark eyes, now bathed in tears.

She sobbed again before Draco wraps his arms around her, already in a sitting position.

She curled up in him as if she was afraid he would leave her alone.

She sobbed over in his white shirt, he lightly stroked her rebellious curls, and she was still shaking.

When her breathing became regular, he knew she was asleep, he gently laid her on the bed and covered her with blankets again.

He looked at her while she slept ... Bellatrix looked different from what he heard about ... in his sleep, she seemed vulnerable and fragile.

Draco decided to spend the night with her, he sat down in the chair beside the bed and watched, until he falls asleep.