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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bellatrix_Lestrange/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Bellatrix_Lestrange, Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Strangulation, Knifeplay, Cunnilingus, Incest, Situational_Humiliation,
      Verbal_Humiliation, Legilimency, Mind_Games
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XII_(The_Dirty_Dozen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-21 Words: 1022
****** And in her smile there is a blight ******
by HannaM
Summary
     She touches him in ways no relative ever should, especially with a
     wand pointed at his throat. And afterwards she laughs.
Notes
     Seriously, I'm worried there might be warnings I forgot. Hopefully
     most people who see the pairing are up for all that follows.
     Prompts were pawn, family, silence, insinuation, games, cornered
     Title is from the James Weldon Johnson poem 'The White Witch'
She's his aunt.
She's his aunt.
She doesn't seem to know it, though. She touches him in ways no relative ever
should, especially with a wand pointed at his throat. And afterwards she
laughs.
"What would Cissy say if she knew?" Bellatrix said, all mock contemplation.
Draco feels sick. He can never tell if she's playing or making real threats.
"Please," he croaks. "You can't-"
Bellatrix grins like a skull. "She'd be terribly jealous, wouldn't she? Her
little man, in my hands."
Sometimes, he wonders if she can tell the difference between him and his
father. But his father would never be weak like this, never submit to
Bellatrix's demands- he would kill or be killed.
Sometimes, for a fleeting second, when he's completely at her mercy, and has no
choice but to lie as still as possible while she uses him, he enjoys it.
Those are the worst times of all.
"Draco," she'll sing out as if she was a little girl. "Want to play with
Bella?"
He's learned the only correct response is no response at all. 'No' makes her
angry, 'Yes' always leads to legilimency
Bellatrix is not a proficient enough legilimens to break through Draco's
natural boundaries, but the very attempt scared him so badly that he asked his
mother to tutor him in Occulomency that same night. She asked no questions,
which makes him wonder if she thinks she's protecting him from the Dark Lord,
or if Bellatrix used to do the same to her younger sister.
His aunt's lips curl in diabolical pleasure as she realizes she can't get
inside him. "What a clever little ferret it is. Oh yes," she adds, seeing Draco
flinch, "We all heard about Barty's little joke. But there are other ways of
getting under your skin."
In a flash, she's behind him, knife to his throat.
"W-w-what are you doing? You c-c-c-can't kill m-me?" Draco stammers, shaking
with terror.
"Don't be stupid. You're family." Still, the knife slips lower, slicing the
ties holding his cloak on, and gliding underneath his robes to press against
the skin between his collar bones. "This is just a reminder."
He swallows bile. "Of w-what?"
"Stop babbling. You're a man, aren't you? This is what will happen if you fail
the Dark Lord."
Abruptly her hold on the knife changes, and he cries out as it digs into his
skin. Just as he begins to process the heat of his own blood seeping out (will
it stain his robes, he wonders dully, and will he be able to give it to a house
elf or have to do it himself), Bellatrix has taken the knife away, and out of
the corner of his eye, he sees her lick the blade clean.
Bellatrix sprawls in a chair, and his blood pounds in his ears. Draco knows
what comes next.
She throws a leg over the arm of the chair, and points at her crotch. When
Draco hesitates, Bellatrix slaps her thigh and makes little encouraging noises
as if she was summoning a dog. "Come on, Draco! That's right, Draco, good boy!"
The first time she ordered him to do this without incentives, Draco had spat
'No, you sick bitch', and attempted to storm off, at which point he'd been hit
with the nastiest Cruciatus curse of his life.
He obeys now.
Taking a deep breath, Draco gets on his knees, blocking out her appreciative
coos, and ducks underneath her skirt. One blessing is that he knows her cunt
well enough that he doesn't have to look anymore. Instead, he closes his eyes,
and pretends he's licking some other witch, any other witch. Pansy, Daphne,
Millicent, Weasley, hell, he'd rather be servicing Granger than his mad aunt.
He's just getting to the point where he's almost forgotten when Bellatrix cries
out, "Oh, Severus, whatever are you doing here?"
Underneath his aunt's skirt, Draco freezes. His head is hidden, but enough of
his frame is showing that there's not many other people he could be mistaken
for- Death Eaters tend to run bulky and muscular. The shame washes over him
anew, and he almost chokes on Bellatrix's fluids.
"The Dark Lord sent me to find Greyback, but evidently there's little
difference between the two of you these days. Preying on underage boys now, are
we, Bella?"
Draco's face is burning, and tears are welling up as he tries to keep himself
from shaking. Snape- his favorite teacher, the closest thing he had to a
champion at school. He would never think of Draco the same way again- he'd
always be this pathetic ass, unable to stand up to his own aunt.
"None of your business," Bellatrix replies sharply. "I think you'd better go,
don't you?"
"I do seem to have no business here. I'll leave you to it."
And just like that, any hope that Snape might save him is gone. No one can help
Draco. His only comfort is that some of his snot and tears get between his
aunt's legs, and she doesn't seem to notice.
Afterwards, she kicks him out of the way, and purrs, "Whoever taught you that?
Was it Mummy?"
That's the last straw.
He throws himself at her, shoving her up against a wall, hands wrapped around
her throat. Bellatrix is still laughing when she begins to choke. She's dropped
her wand- this is his chance. His grip tightens, and Bellatrix's eyes flutter
as she gasps for air.
What terrifies Draco is that somehow, she never stops smiling. She's completely
unafraid of him, and what he could do to her. And indeed, the logical part of
his brain is kicking in, asking him where he plans on going from here, how he's
going to tell the Dark Lord that he strangled Bellatrix Lestrange to death, how
he's going to tell his mother-
And her body is shaking in what Draco recognizes all too well as orgasm. He
lets go, revolted.
For a moment there is silence, as she leans against the wall, gasping for
breath, and he watches her, wondering what his punishment is going to be.
"Exquisite," is her first word.
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