OK. I'm having a stressed week. If someone was offended by my note earlier on in the 3rd chapter, that is the reason. I'm really sorry. Band camp is coming up and I'm totally not prepared. I haven't finished my two summer assignments and they are both due in two weeks. Yikes! So please don't write me off because I had a stressful week. I'm really sorry if I offended anyone from the last note.
So here's chapter 4. I hope you like it.
Chapter 4
Waking up, Draco stretched and groaned when his joints popped. Voldemort loved the fact that his mate was double jointed; it just meant more fun times in the bedroom. The feeling of sadness overwhelmed his chest as Draco remembered his punishment and now his Lord was off on some business trip for who knows how long. Draco was dressed as a hesitant knock came to his door.
"Come in." he called. It was Kate. Draco gasped as he saw the state she was in. Her hair was cut brutally short and she had bruises all over her. She didn't look him in the eye.
"Your aunt wants to have breakfast with you." She stuttered out.
Draco crossed his arms in front of his body. "The Dark Lord told me not to dine with anyone during my punishment"
Kate shifted and winced. "She got special permission from him seeing as you mother and father aren't around."
Draco's parents were stationed in Turkey spreading the Death Eater population wider than even Voldemort imagined. They were rarely home and if they were, Draco's father would steer his wife away from her son. After Voldemort made Draco his consort, Draco's father didn't want anything to do with his queer son. Narcissa was more understanding but an unbreakable vow prevented her from leaving Lucius. She would always write to her son and do what she could to maintain her connection with Draco, but Draco missed her dearly.
Draco nodded. "Did my aunt do that?" he asked gesturing to her body.
"She ordered it to be done on me. She did this." Kate rolled up her sleeve. Draco gasped and his eyes widened. The word 'whore' was cut into her arm numerous times.
"Why?"
"I think it is because I told her my feelings. She doesn't like me very much. I knew it was hopeless." She sobbed into her hands. Draco embraced her and let her cry on his shoulder. When her cries had subsided, she pulled away.
"Your shirt." She started to smooth his shirt at the collarbone area.
Draco shook his head. "I have plenty. You know that you crushing on my aunt isn't hopeless."
"Yes it is. No one loves me."
"That can't be true." Draco cooed. "I'll talk to my aunt." Kate's eyes got wide.
"No, surely she will punish me more if she found out I told you any of this."
"I can protect you."
Kate looked confused. "How?"
"Does the title 'Servant to the Dark Lord's consort' sound appealing?"
"Can you do that?"
"I don't know, but at least you will be by my side and my aunt can't be alone with you for long to do more damage."
Kate smiled. "You are very nice. The other Death Eaters don't give glowing reviews about you."
"Oh, I bet they are glowing with jealousy." Draco laughed. Kate giggled. "Now where is my aunt?"
"In the secluded dining area." Kate answered.
"Well, off I go to have breakfast with my psycho aunt."
Draco entered the dining room to where his aunt was torturing a poor servant with her eggs benedict.
"Does that look like something worth eating? Are you trying to kill me?" his aunt yelled as she stuffed the Canadian bacon up the servants nose.
"Aunt Bella?" Draco interrupted. Bellatrix dropped everything and held open her arms.
"There's my favorite nephew!" She rushed to hug him. Draco could never prepare himself for his aunt's ever changing moods. She pulled back and sighed. "Have I told you that I'm proud of you? The consort of our Dark Lord?"
"Almost every time you see me, Aunt Bella." Draco smiled.
Bellatrix turned to the servant who was desperately trying to wipe the ruined breakfast out of his nostrils. "What are you still doing here! Get out of my sight!" The servant ran as fast as her could while bowing out of the room. Turning back to her nephew, Bellatrix told him to sit.
They ate while maintaining a civil conversation.
"I'm thinking about visiting Harry and Draco today."
"Yes, Lord Voldemort has told me what you are allowed to do while he is away."
Draco looked at his aunt. "Do you know where he is? Or what he is doing?"
"All I know is that he is abroad for at least two months."
"I hate that he never tells me."
Bellatrix chewed thoughtfully on a piece of egg. "He's a secretive man. For all you know, he's buying you an island."
"Oh, great." Draco said sarcastically. "An even more secluded place that a separate wing."
"Oh, hush. It can't be that bad." Bellatrix sipped a glass of orange juice.
Draco placed his fork down. "I know what you did to Kate."
Bellatrix paused before continuing to eat. "Kate? Kate who?"
"Come now, Aunt Bella, no need to act dumb. The girl who professed her feelings for you."
Bellatrix made a sound that told Draco she understood who they were talking about. "The little whore who tried to get in my corset." Draco grimaced.
"Yes, and the one who you cut up and beat up like she was nothing more than a rag doll."
His aunt shrugged. "What can I say? If someone wants to be mine, I will put them through every test I can think of."
"Humiliation is not a test."
"It is in my book."
"Aunt Bella, Kate likes you. This incident has made her feel like she is no more than dirt to you."
"And she will be considered to be so until I finish evaluating her." His aunt raised her voice. She dabbed her mouth as daintily as a mad woman could with a handkerchief. "Excuse me, but I have other Death Eaters to torture." She got up and left the dining room, leaving Draco alone again. Draco sighed. Maybe he would go visit Harry and Neville. They were an hour and a half carriage ride out to the forest then another thirty minutes through the forest to end up at the camp.
Draco got up from his seat and went back to his room and changed into more comfortable walking clothes. He elegantly walked down to carriage house and received a carriage. He invited Kate, who was mucking out stables when he came down, and she accepted in a heartbeat.
Draco thought about Voldemort. Where he could be. What he could be doing. He really did miss Voldemort and the limited affection that he provided. Hopefully, when voldemort returned, things would be different.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
So there's chapter 4. Aye I hate this week...band camp, my ex, the new marching technique...and I work tomorrow so yay!
I'll try to write more if i can. maybe the carriage ride and Harry and Neville meeting Kate. Once again, I'm sorry for my last author's note at the beginning of the last chapter.
XOXOXOXO-LMBYW1995
