All the inhabitants of Malfoy Manor were in the sitting room relaxing after dinner. Narcissa and Lucius were at the far end and seemed to be arguing quietly. Still, some of what they were saying made it to where Bellatrix sat in front of the fire.

"She gets away with everything…"

"She's my sister. You never should have taken advantage…"

"I took advantage? She seduced me. 'She tell you that?"

Bellatrix felt an emotion that was rare for her, guilt. She hadn't meant to hurt her sister or cause problems between her and her husband. Bella turned her attention to the others in the room.

Rodolphus was harassing Draco about girls.

"Any girls you fancy?" He asked him. When Draco didn't answer he laughed.

"That means yes. Is she pretty, she's a pureblood right?"

His face flushed, Draco stared at his feet but glanced continually at the door. He stood as if planning to bolt but Rodolphus pulled him back in.

"Hey if there is someone, you should go for her. Maybe I could give you a little advice." He whispered as if they were conspiring and elbowed him lightly in the side.

Bellatrix sneered. He doesn't want your advice . She could only imagine the things her husband might tell him. Was Draco really naive enough to listen?

He tried and failed once again to get away. It was obvious he was trying to escape without being rude to his uncle. Standing, Bellatrix grabbed Draco tightly by the arm and swept him gracefully from the room, ignoring her husband's protests.

They entered the library. The lighting was dim with only the moon shinning in through the tall windows.

"Why did you…" Draco began.

Bellatrix guided him to a couch. He sat at the end and she spread out across the rest of it.

"No one should be forced to endure his company." She explained simply. "Besides didn't you have something to ask me?"

Draco's already pink face turned a darker shade. When he didn't respond she tried something else.

"Is there a girl?" He continued to stare at his feet.

"Draco. Look at me." She comanded, knowing the answer would be clear on his face.

He raised his eyes, trailing up along his aunt and lingering a little too long on her breasts. It didn't go unnoticed.

She smiled smugly.

"Draco I am flattered. If only you were not the son of my favorite sister. She would never approve."

Draco seemed to be past his shyness. Anger at being rejected flared within him, his voice rising.

"I don't care. What does she matter?"

Bellatrix stood up. He instantly regretted saying what he that as she looked as if she was going to hit him. When she reached out he flinched but she merely stroked his cheek.

"She is my sister and your mother. You should show her more respect." And with that she swept from the room.

Of course it was me he wanted. Always is me. She thought with false exasperation. And always my breasts. Though it could be that she always displayed them knowing they were her best physical asset.

But they would do her no good where she was going. Dementors couldn't be seduced. If so I would have been out of Azkaban within the hour of incarceration.

There was no reason to put it off any longer. Her master needed her and she would serve him no matter what he asked. Bella would take on his risky assignment, now.