Chapter Seven:

"What the...? Will you two please get some clothes on?"

Bellatrix's eyes fluttered groggily open. Right in her line of vision were a pair of shiny leather boots with short heals on them.

Slowly she looked up into the disgusted face of Lucius Malfoy. His thin mouth was curled in a frown that completely disfigured his usually pleasant composure.

"Good morning Malfoy," Bellatrix yawned stretching out her arms. Next to her Lestrange was just beginning to stir.

She leaned over and kissed his naked back causing shivers to run up and down his skin. Bellatrix moved down and ran her tongue along his spine causing Lestrange to sit right up.

"Morning hun," she said cheerily, though her head was pounding.

"Excuse me," Lucius droned, tapping his boot impatiently against the stone.

"Hold on, let me just wake up," Bellatrix sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Lestrange rolled over onto his back and began to scratch his stomach. Without any notice of Lucius he moved down to his nether regions. Lucius made a sound in his throat that was a rather uncanny impersonation of an angry bird.

Lestrange looked over at Lucius and immediately grabbed his jacket to cover himself up. Bellatrix laughed at the red spreading across his chest and up his face. She reached over his waist, letting her hand glide over the leathery surface of the coat, and grabbed her underwear.

Provocatively she slipped them up her legs then over her thighs. Lucius stood there staring approvingly down at her.

"Quite the kiss-ass you've become," she said, trying to provoke Malfoy. "Ever since Professor Rider told you how much she appreciated your fine Prefect work you've been no fun. Always trying to do her job even when she isn't around. What happened Lucius you used to be so much fun? Remember the circles? Remember the raw power flowing through us as the dark spirits tainted our very souls?"

Lucius' face contorted in a look of longing at her words. But as quick as it changed it became the same stony façade, cold and disapproving.

Bellatrix began to tie up her corset top when Lucius leaned right up into her face. "Unlike you Bellatrix I'm creating ties to powerful people so when the time comes I'm protected."

"Unlike me Lucius," she snapped, "you're a wimp. Our master is waiting. His arms are open wide. But do you really think he'll embrace a coward? Protected my ass, there's no fun unless there's a chance you'll get punished."

Lucius' nostrils flared angrily. "You'll see. Someday you'll be rotting away in Azkaban, no use to the Dark Lord. While I will be by his side there to do his bidding because I took the extra precautions."

Bellatrix laughed. "And if I go to Azkaban it will be an honour. I will suffer for my Lord, and I shall be rewarded. He has already promised those who remain faithful powers beyond their wildest dreams."

"Do you really think he's going to want you two? A pair of washed up druggies that don't have an ounce of control in their bodies. Look at you two. I found you sprawled out on the common room floor naked. What do you think would've happened if a first year had found you?"

"Nothing. The little rugrat will have to learn about these things eventually anyway." Bellatrix slipped her legs into her black skirt and stood up, wiggling it up over her thighs.

Lucius just shook his head. "That's your problem Bellatrix. You don't have the ability to gauge you actions based on the consequences."

The sudden change in altitude had made Bellatrix head twirl so she completely missed what Lucius had said. "What?" she stuttered, cradling her now really sore head in her hands.

"You don't have the ability to see passed the next few seconds. You're stuck in the present, when you should be worried about the future."

"Ugh," Bellatrix sat down in an armchair wishing the room would stop spinning. Instead of going back to school her and Lestrange had apparated to London and hit the bars. Now she was experiencing the after effect, a hangover.

"Have you been listening to your father again Malfoy?" Bellatrix's own voice magnified in her ear.

"My father?" Lucius said in a disgusted tone. "Why in the world would I listen to that old piece of shit?"

"I don't know. It's just that you sort of sound like him. That's all." The pounding continued in her head, but now she felt slightly better knowing she had burned Lucius.

"I do not sound like my father," Lucius said in a melodramatic tone. Twisting around his robes snapping in a now clothed Lestrange's face Lucius walked out of the dungeon room his heels clicking on the stone.

Lestrange moaned as he stood up rubbing his head furiously.

"Why did we get so drunk?" he complained falling into the chair next to Bellatrix.

"Because it was the only way to calm you down. After that bloodsucker almost feasted on your blood you were in pretty bad shape. So I got you drunk."

"Lucius has a point you don't think about the future enough."

Bellatrix glared at him. "You're just mad because you now have a serious hangover. Well guess what you didn't think about that either."

"Let's not argue it makes my head hurt even more."

"Men," Bellatrix got up and walked across the room.

"Where are you going?" Lestrange asked getting up after her.

"To the Great Hall. I'm hoping they have coffee," Bellatrix smiled weakly at Lestrange.

"Good idea. Umm Bellatrix..." he pointed down at her feet.

She looked down and laughed. "So what I'm barefoot? You aren't that worried about it are you?"

Lestrange shook his head.

"Neither am I. Now let's get some of that coffee before my head splits open."

They slipped through the wall out into the main dungeon corridor and from there made their way up to the Great Hall.

As they walked students would stare at their dishevelled attire and Bellatrix's bare feet. Most of the teachers they passed just pretended to ignore Bellatrix knowing any form of discipline would be pointless.

The had all figured out long ago that nothing would phase Bellatrix, not suspension, detention, or even threats of expulsion.

The only teacher that still hadn't figured it out was Tracy. So when she walked passed by Bellatrix and Lestrange she saw this as an opportunity to break Bellatrix.

"Miss Black what a pleasure to see you this morning?" she sneered dropping her gaze noticeably to Bellatrix's bare feet.

"Ditto," Bellatrix answered, continuing on her way with Lestrange.

Tracy wouldn't take being brushed off like that.

"Miss Black I'd like to have a little chat about your detention," she yelled.

Bellatrix turned completely around her auburn hair flying out. She stood there just staring at Tracy daring her to continue with this conversation.

Tracy was a woman on a mission and nothing was going to stand in her way. She pulled an envelope out of her back pocket and held it out in front of her.

Bellatrix stared fixedly at the letter before coming forward and snatching it rudely out of Tracy's hand. Pulling out her wand she set it on fire and let it fall slowly to the stone floor.

"What detention?" she said happily, though her voice refused to go high enough to match the sweet tone.

"The detention you'll be serving with Filch tonight. He has a rather nasty job to take care of and he thought you'd be of some use." Tracy wouldn't let this little bitch get under her skin.

"Let's see," Bellatrix opened up a pretend notebook. "Looks like I'm booked. Though I could probably squeeze it in between doing my homework and working on the bake sale." She smiled primly at Tracy and snapped the imaginary book shut.

"Don't get smart with me young lady." Getting under the skin, getting under the skin. "Now I expect you to be at the second floor girl's bathroom at eight o' clock sharp. Understood?"

"Yes Professor," Bellatrix said serenely. She was entirely too wasted for a battle of wits so she just nodded her head and smiled; though she really wasn't listening.

Tracy froze. Did Bellatrix just agree with her? It couldn't be. Had Tracy finally caused the infamous Bellatrix to cave?

"Good, then I shall see you tonight. Remember eight o' clock. And take twenty points from Slytherin for being under dressed" Her gaze moved to the bare feet.

"Eight got it," Bellatrix mumbled wrapping her arm around Lestrange for support. She felt her body slowly shutting down from the beating it took last night.

'Yes!' Tracy cheered in her mind as she walked away, her high heels clacking against the floor. 'I got you now Miss Black.'

Lestrange looked at the receding back of Tracy then to the Bellatrix's pale face. "What was that about?" he questioned lifting up her chin, which was now resting on his shoulder. "You could've so had a good come back to that."

"I'm guess I'm more wasted than I thought." Bellatrix laughed, tipping a bit.

"Holy shit you drank all that stuff last night. Why are you now just feeling the buzz?"

"Oh, I had a bottle of fire whiskey before Lucius so rudely interrupted me. Well at least twenty minutes before he did. I dozed a bit and then BAM! There was the old crow demanding that I clean up my act."

"A whole bottle?" Lestrange sounded amazed. "How could you stand it? That stuff is deathly strong."

"Easy I chugged it so fast it didn't have time to burn."

"What the... never mind I'm not going to ask." Lestrange wrapped his arm around Bellatrix's waist and hoisted her up so she wasn't depending on him fully to support her weight.

"I think I'm going to puke," she muttered, her voice muffled since her face was shoved into Lestrange's chest.

Lestrange jumped back, letting Bellatrix fall to the floor. She doubled over and let a wave of liquid loose from her mouth. Lestrange knelt beside her and hugged her upper body as she shivered.

"It's okay," he whispered petting her hair.

"I know," she whispered back. "Tracy is at the end of the hall watching us. Take me to the hospital wing and act like I'm sick. Madam Pomphrey will still insist I get a day of rest even if I'm not sick. You know how she is. Anyway now I will hopefully have a viable excuse to not go to detention."

"You scare me," he murmured as she heaved some more. His gaze followed it as it splashed onto the floor. He gave her a questioning look.

"Real," she croaked.

"You better get that girl to the hospital wing," Tracy yelled from the end of the corridor acting if she had just re-stumbled upon them.

"I am." Lestrange lifted Bellatrix up off the dirty ground. She fell heavily against him almost knocking him over.

"I am so good," Bellatrix said in a soft voice as they began to move.

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A/N: Okay I'm really sorry if Bellatrix like offends anyone or anything. But seriously I really see her like this. And to Mayya (sorry for misspelling it last time) I really would like to show you what's going through her head as she does things but it is damn near impossible. Because really I see her as just doing things without much thought to why she is doing things. Like Lucius said.

So I hope you can be content with Narcissa and Andy being the deep ones.

Anyway will y'all please review, I don't really live off the reviews, but it sure is nice to hear something nice about my story. So click on the "review" button and tell me what you think. No flames please, constructive criticism only. Thanks.