Draco watched as Voldemort downed another shot.

'So My Lord. Can I just ask you to explain this one more time please?' he asked looking puzzled.

'Draco. My boy. One day you'll understand. There are some women that you just don't want to go on a date with. Your Aunty Bellatrix is a prime example of one of said women' he said as he slammed another shot glass onto the table.

'Uh Huh' Draco nodded. 'You've had 9 of those already My Lord. Oh.. 10. Don't you think you should slow down a little?' Voldemort winced at the bitterness of his next shot but continued to drink.

'Dark lords need a lot of alocohol Draco. I do NOT want to remember this day. Okay?'

The conversation was interrupted a few minutes later by a loud wail.

'LUCIUS!!' Bellatrix screamed as she thumped down the stairs. The door slammed open into the wall as Bellatrix flew into the room. Draco and Voldemort stared at her in complete shock.

'I have told him a MILLION times to get me 'CUTE AND CURLY' shampoo! How, HOW he expect my hair to have that intimidating, untamed look if he insists on buying 'SLEEK AND SEXY'?!?! The idiot can use straightners if he wants his hair to be straight!' she screamed, completing her tantrum with a rather aggressive foot stamp.

That did it. Draco and Voldemort collapsed into uncontrollable laughter at the sight of her. Bellatrixs hair, instead of being in the tangle of curls and waves pilled ontop of her head, was now hanging down her back like a black curtain with only a hint of a wave to it.

'How do you expect me to go out and terrorise the world looking like this My Lord? How? How My Lord?? HOW?' Voldemort slammed another glass onto the table which brought Draco back to earth with a jolt.

'My Lord. That's the twenty second shot…' his voice trailed off as he watched Voldemort get up and make his way over to Bellatrix.

'I think you, Bella-la-la-la-la-trixy, look gorgeous. Stunning. B-E-A-UTIFUL!' he slurred as he draped one arm round her shoulder and kissed her cheek. Bellatrix looked at him for a second. A wide eyed Voldemort look back at her, a face splitting grin on his face.

'AWW!! You are so damn sweet! How sweet are you?!' she squealed loudly. 'Come on V. Lets eat. Draco? Food?' she asked as she turned to Draco who now had his head in his hands.

'Ohhhh' he groaned, looking up. 'It's not here yet.' Bellatrix frowned then seemed to have a bright idea.

'I'll set the table!! We'll use the fancy cutlery! Like, all fancy and stuff! I'll do that posh restaurant thing and put all the knives and forks in size order! Come on dear.'

'Knives!!' Voldemort shouted suddenly then collapsed back onto Bellatrixs shoulder.

'I'd like to cut your hair with a blunt knife bell-el-el-la. Your name has too many La-la-la's in it. It's awfully confusing'

'Yes My Lord. Knives. Hair. Quite… WAIT! You are not touching my hair' she frowned as she pulled him out of the living room.

'Great' Draco muttered to himself. 'Drunk Voldmort. Crazed Bellatrix. How the hell am I going to explain this to my parents?'