"Bella!" shouted Narcissa walking into the room with the bottle.
"Cissy, in here!" screeched Bellatrix as if her sister did not know her previous location. Only seconds before entering the door, Cissy encountered one sentence she dared not let her now fearful ear hear. "And…" began Bellatrix, "Draco's decided to join the game." Narcissa, in the middle of her older sister's sentence, took a deep breath and more pleasantly than she felt, she walked into the room. Her sparkling eyes met her son's as she wondered what "Aunty Bella" would force upon him. Her sister, at times, could be what most would call tainted. She could get rather perverted and Draco may have even thought her attractive, thus enforcing her inappropriate behavior. This information, of course, Narcissa failed to grasp.
"Ah, sister dear, give me the bottle, will you?" whispered Bellatrix in a raspy voice. Her eyes were, no differently than usual, full of sauciness, and they seemed to stand out more than any of her other most wondrous features; even her hair.
Narcissa reluctantly handed Bellatrix the bottle she has fetched, and Bellatrix, in return, gave her a private smirk. As Narcissa had feared, the bottle landed in the direction of Draco. Once more, Bella curved her lips only so her sister could see. Bellatrix leaned forward as if she was about to grab the bottle, but Narcissa clutched her shoulder; disturbing her focus.
"Bella."
"Cissy," replied Bellatrix rolling her eyes and losing her grin.
"Keep it censored." Narcissa's final words acted as a trigger of some sort, for Bellatrix began to shoot clever words at her sister and between them, laugh like some sort of maniac.
"What, Cissy? I can't show affection to my own dear nephew?" Using him merely as a prop, Bellatrix grabbed Draco's shoulders and put her plump lips to his ear. One would think in that position a whisper would be necessary, but Bellatrix acted as if Draco had no senses in his ear. "What if he likes it?" She cackled, "Shall you deny your boy good clean fun?" She howled again at her not even witty wit.
"Just play the damn game. Pardon my words, gentlemen."
"Will you apologize to me, Cissy?" pouted Bella overdramatically; her lips stuck out to help her child's face. Speechless, Narcissa turned and exited the room full of Deatheaters.
"Draco… Liar or Coward?" said Bellatrix in a tone that sang. Draco, being the coward that he is, picked coward (he knew not what the game they were playing was). An excited Bellatrix sprang to her feet and without hesitation, spoke, "Give your Aunty Bella a squeeze!"
Draco, confused on what she meant bent his head on the idea that she wanted him to give something of hers a "squeeze" when, in truth, she just asked for a simple hug.
"Don't be shy sweetie, it's just a hug," she said smiling. A relieved expression grew upon his pink face, and he began to walk over to Bellatrix. Putting out her completely uncomfortable arms, she realized why Draco was so reluctant. She cracked up and, Draco's red face became even redder as he gave her a hug or "squeeze." Smirking, Bellatrix whispered, "You filthy child!"
Just then, Narcissa entered (at a rather unfortunate timing, I might add), and her big eyes widened at the sight of Bellatrix hugging Draco. Bellatrix gave Narcissa an evil grin as if she was up to no good and mischief at that.
Bella unexpectedly did decide to enlighten Narcissa with the truth and making fun of her sister's response, Bellatrix said, "Come, on, Cissy. A boy can't give a hug to his dear aunt?"