The door bell of Malfoy Manor rang and Draco answered the door quickly.

'Here's your pizza from pizza paradise. When you take a bite you will be in paradise. It's Pizza. £13.85 please' the delivery boy said in a monotone voice. Draco looked at him for a second.

'Your speech thing sucks. I figured it was pizza when I ordered Hawaiian pizza. I wasn't exactly expecting fish and chips' He squashed a £20 note in the boys hand. 'Keep the change. Get some spot cream or something' he said as he slammed the door and rolled his eyes.

On his way to the living room, Draco passes the kitchen.

'Oi. Draco. Darling. Deary. Come here and help your Aunty Bella-la-la-la-la' Draco winced as he heard her chirpy voice. He loved his Aunty - he really did. When she was a manic depressive that is.

'Aunty Bella I really have to give these pizzas to Lord Vo-'

'Yes yes. Never mind that now. I need your help. You'll help me wont you Draco? Help me. Wont you. Help me' Draco sighed dramatically and nodded.

'GREAT! Now, I need to make spaghetti for Lord V' she stopped and grinned widely.

'Yesss…?' Draco said impatiently.

'How do you make it??' she asked. Draco looked at her and then closed his eyes and slowly began to count to 10. He has seen it on 'Nanny 911'

'1...2...'

'Draco?'

'3...4...'

'Darling?'

'5...'

'Deary?'

'6...7...'

'Are you having a breakdown?'

'9...'

'Are you?'

'10...'

'Draco?'

Draco opened his eyes to find Bellatrix an inch away from his face looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

'WOW! Aunty Bella! Teenager! Personal space!'

'WOW! Draco! Lord Voldemort! Spaghetti!' Draco almost screamed in frustration.

'Ok. Aunty Bellatrix' he said, speaking slowly so he wouldn't have to repeat himself 2, 3, 4 times.

'You go make yourself look pretty,' he said as Bellatrix slowly dipped her head into a nod, a small frown line between her brows.

'And I'll…'

'And you'll…' she repeated.

'And I'll order spaghetti for you from an Italian' he finished.

'And you'll order Spa…GENIUS! Draco you are a genius!' she said kissing him quickly then racing out of the room. Draco let out a sigh of relief and began to make his way towards the living room at last.

'WAIT!' Bellatrix reappeared at the door, a look of panic on her face. 'We don't know any Italians! We know Canadians. And Americans. And Germans. And Frenchans. But no Italians!' she cried.

'Aunty Bella just go get ready!!' Draco shouted. Bellatrix's eyes widened and her jaw dropped slightly before her eyes narrowed and she moved close to him.

'Don't you shout at ME Mr 'I-use-foreigners-for-my-every-whim'! I practically gave birth to you and this is how you repay me?!' she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide.

'Aunty Bella. You didn't give birth to me. My mother did' Bellatrix looked unimpressed.

'Well the amount that Cissy moaned about it, I may as well have! You would have turned out better looking, that's for sure! And I resent that 'make yourself pretty' remark. I already am pretty thank you very much!' she told him as she flicked her hair and began to walk up the stairs.

'Oww! Aunty Bella! MY EYE!'

'Oh! Hehe. Sorry Darling' she giggled as she shut her bedroom door.

As he went into the living room and gave Voldemort his cold pizza, the Dark Lord shit him a questioning look.

'Aunty Bellatrix' Draco sighed heavily.

'Oh. I see' Voldemort replied with a hint of sympathy in his voice.

'Don't feel sorry for me My Lord. You have to have dinner with her!' Voldemort looked at Draco like he was in pain.

'No joke' Draco added as he took a bite of his cold pizza.

'Ugh. Maybe I could get drunk' Voldemort sighed. 'Hey.. That isn't such a bad idea…..'