Draco was in for it big this time. He'd been trying to be bad, trying to deserve a punishment but now he had failed the Dark Lord. His punishment won't be like my aunt's. Draco thought fearfully as he shakily approached Voldemort.

"You have failed me Draco." The snakelike man hissed angrily. "You know what this means."

He's going to kill me. Draco thought distraughtly. And there is nowhere to run from Lord Voldemort.

"I will not kill you Draco." He said as if reading Draco's mind. Which he might be. Draco shuddered.

Voldemort stepped away from him and Draco relaxed only slightly with some space now between them. Crossing to the other side of the room the Dark Lord seated himself in a grand high-backed chair. Though he spoke in almost a whisper his voice carried clearly across the long room.

"You will however, feel pain like nothing you've felt before. Bellatrix." He nodded to her and gestured to Draco. "He is yours, as I promised."

Draco heard his mother weep quietly as she tried to suppress her tears while in front of the Dark Lord. Don't worry Mum, it'll be fun. He thought eagerly then stopped himself. What if he is in my mind?

Draco knew he should act properly afraid and truthfully he was afraid. Always the fear was equal with his excitement when it came to his aunt.

She guided him from the room silently and Draco followed, obedient. He was careful to show more fear than he normally would have allowed to make up for the stir in his cock.

Bellatrix never looked his way as she wordlessly led him to his bedroom. Pushing open the door she held it for him. When it slammed shut behind them he began to feel truly nervous. She is acting strangely. He thought as she slid up behind him.

Without warning she spun him around to face her and slammed him against the wall. A nearby picture crashed to the floor, its glass shattering.

Terrified as he was Draco still chanced looking into her eyes, they glinted with madness. It was dangerous he knew but he just had to look at her. She is so beautiful. He thought idly. He thought it every time he saw her; she always seemed more captivating than before.

Her smooth pale skin, her dark eyes. Her plump red lips were parted, baring her teeth in her anger. They had seen better days, before the neglect of Azkaban. But it didn't matter. Draco wanted them at his neck, wanted her biting down with all she had. Wanted her to devour him.

Bella's grip tightened on his throat and his fear fought with his desire, the latter still winning. Is she really angry? He worried.

"You failed the Dark Lord, Draco."

She leaned in closer and his already hard cock pressed into her hip. She pulled back slightly and as she looked down at it she seemed... disappointed? When she spoke her voice was mournful, a faint whisper.

"Why Draco? I like punishing you."

"Then do it, punish me." He hadn't meant to allow the desperation he felt to show in his voice but as it happened he pleaded with her.

Bellatrix leaned in closer again. Pressing herself against him, she grabbed his greasy blond hair and pulled his head back roughly, exposing his neck. Draco shivered, his cock was pressed against her stomach and he could feel her hot breath on his neck as Bella spoke.

"What do you want Draco?" She purred. "What is it you desire above all else?"

He should have known better. A question like that coming from Bellatrix Lestrange was clearly a trap but it didn't register in his lust-clouded brain. All he knew was her, pressed tightly against him.

"Punish me, hurt me." He was growing frantic as he ground himself against his aunt's tight, hot body. He needed more.

"Please Auntie Bella, torment me like you do."

Bellatrix pulled away, Draco couldn't understand it.

"That is what you desire above all else. But you've failed the Dark Lord, you need to suffer."

Draco flung himself at her his need so desperate he lost all fear of her. Grabbing her shoulders he practically screamed at her.

"Then punish me."

She looked up at him coldly, her eyes held a glint of pleasure.

"I am Draco."

No. He clung to her, fear stronger than any before flooded through him. She doesn't mean...

"I'll never touch you again, Draco." She whispered and with surprising strength for one so petite she shoved him away from her.

No. Draco screamed in his mind but was unable to voice his distress. I need her.

He felt ill as he watched her saunter to the door, unable to take his eyes off her lovely form. Turning at the door she gave him a merciless smirk.

"The punishments are over, let the torture begin."