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A/N: Sorry that it took me a while to update, I decided to change the way things were going to go, trust me, it's for the better, everything that was supposed to happen is going to happen so no worries.

I would like to thank: TwilightJac1, Alexis Joneson and Secretly-In-Love for their suggestions, I've tried to put those ideas in this chap but if you don't see your suggestion in here, it'll be in the next next chapter.

Chapter Sixteen

Draco looked around the room, inspecting each square inch, searching for anything that was less than perfect so he could make the biggest fuss about it and call them even more incompetent.

He sneered, "I guess you did well." he said, "All but Bella, the windows have yet to be cleaned. I assume you all told her what her job was. I will not stand for one of my followers to be rebellious," he spoke arrogantly. "For such a job well done, I'll let you go on your first real task from me, listen closely, I don't intend on repeating myself. Find Bellatrix and lock her up in the dungeons, don't torture her but do tell me what you'd do if you had the chance. The person who comes up with the best method of torture gets to do said torture, am I clear?"

Some Death Eater's looked lost but nodded none the less and cheered, either way, they were happy to be given a job that fulfilled their barbaric needs.

"She's your Aunt for Merlin's sake!" Lucius snarled.

"Father, don't rain on my parade," he responded in monotone. "Unless," he smirked, "You'd like to be thrown in the dungeon as well, it can be arranged." Draco said casually while raising his eyebrows as a playful smirk played his lips.

"Not in your lifetime." he snarled and walked out the door, head held high.

Everyone watched Lucius go. "Well don't just watch people leave, go find Bella!" they all scrambled with excitement out the door. They didn't all have to go but either no one wanted to hang around and test Draco's anger, or they were excited to be doing something ''useful''.

"Aunt Bella," he smirked "I'd say it's nice to see you but, then I'd be lying."

Her hair was as tousled and as tangled as ever. She wiggled and squirmed as she tried to break loose from not only the two muscular men on either side of her but the invisible ropes that kept her contained.

She spat at his foot but missed by an inch.

Draco stared at the glob on the floor in disgust. "Almost as disturbing as you," he remarked. Bella tried to lunge at him but was obviously constrained.

"Tell me, Auntie," Draco continued, unfazed, "May I call you Auntie?"

"No." she scowled.

"Auntie it is then." Draco spoke brightly. "Do you know why you're here?" he said, changing his tone. "Do you know how to clean?" he sneered, "Do you have any possible idea of what clean is?" she glared at him and continued to struggle. "Judging by your appearance, I believe not." she tried to pounce once more. "It's pointless really, you trying like that, wasting your energy on something you have no control over."

"Listen you arrogant little dolt!"

"Now Auntie, is that any way to talk to your nephew?" he feigned hurt.

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do! I don't have to listen to the likes of you!" she bellowed.

"Oh, but you do." he smirked. "Have you forgotten, I'm Lord."

"Lord my a-!"

"Silencio!" Draco waved his wand and shut her up, noticing, for the first time, five bodies lying on the floor. "What's with this?" he asked motioning to the bodies on the ground and prodding one with his foot.

One of the Death Eaters holding Bellatrix began, "She killed them before we could get her wand." Bella smiled evilly, proud of her own work.

"Where's the wand then?" Draco asked. The Death Eater dug into his pockets and took out a wand, handing it over to Draco. "Wonderful." and with that said, he snapped it in half, causing Bella to lunge at him once more. "Take her to the dungeons." he said, walking towards the throne that took place on a small stage in the room.

Once he was sitting he began, "I'll take suggestions for he torture," Draco held up a pointer finger for pause as the Death Eater's dragged a struggling Bella away, "Now." he said when the door shut behind them.

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Draco stared at the Death Eater before him, his face, emotionless. Blinking twice he asked, "What's your name?"

"Mason, my lord."

"Well Mason," Draco began. "Feeding someone vegetables is the worst form of torture I've heard all day! Consider yourself lucky I haven't cursed your arse so far you end up in Zimbabwe!"

"What about fruit?" Crabbe asked from his spot on the line before Draco.

"Shut up Crabbe!" Draco bellowed, "NEXT!"

"We lock her in a cage with a Gorilla." the man before him spoke brightly.

"You're yanking my chain here, next!"

"We have her make a fool of herself in public."

Draco moved his head, side to side as if trying to find a balance, "I'll think about it. Next!"

"Lock her in a room full of muggles."

"That's just torture for the muggles." Draco spoke in boredom.

The Death Eater stared at Draco blankly, "That's the point."

This was it. This was the time to prove himself. He could either except and be praised or deny and have his position questioned. After all, he was supposed to be all about torturing those 'inferior' muggles and anybody less than pureblood.

Draco stared at him and acted. "True, brilliant, absolutely brilliant! Torture Bella and torture muggles at the same time. Bloody fantastic!" he praised "I'll keep you in mind if no one can top that."

"Thank you my Lord." he spoke brightly and turned around to leave as Draco payed attention to the next suggestion.

"Pudding, lots and lot's of pudding..."

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