Bad Thoughts

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Author's Note: Just saw the Half Blood Prince film. And there is a moment, at the end, where Bellatrix kisses/licks Draco's cheek/ear. This little bit followed.

Poor, poor Draco.

Having Aunt Bellatrix living with them was something Draco found highly uncomfortable. It wasn't that he disliked her. If that had been the problem, it would have been easy to deal with. Aunt Bellatrix, while insanely powerful (and just plain insane) wouldn't have been that difficult to hide from. Malfoy Manor was a very large place, after all.

No, disliking her was hardly the problem.

He shifted uncomfortably where he was perched on his desk. His bedroom was about the only place he could be reasonably sure she wouldn't come out of him at nowhere, with her scanty black dress and it's tightly laced corset and her round, perfect, white--

He swallowed and closed his eyes.

Aunt Bellatrix was too damn beautiful and too damn aware of it. She dressed to show it off, and her madness just accentuated it and badthoughtsbadthoughtsgoawayIhavemoreimportantthingstothinkabout!

Yes.

More important things.

Like killing Dumbledore.

He shivered a little, mingled excitement and fear. Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards in the world, and, at least in the privacy of his thoughts, Draco was willing to admit how daunting and frightening his assigned task was. He focused on the other part, what would come after, when in company, so he wouldn't shame himself or his family, already on shaky ground with his father in Azkaban.

Azkaban didn't seem to hurt Aunt Bellatrix, or her--

SHUT UP.

He clenched his fists. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Everything, everything led back to Aunt Bellatrix and her stupid black corset and pretty black eyes and prettier white--

GAH.

Deep breaths.

Which leads to her taking deep breaths.

He shivered again, for another reason this time.

He trailed a hand along his windowsill, trying to shut out the bad thoughts.

It wasn't that he'd never desired a woman before. There were certainly pretty girls in his year, and there had been one, who'd graduated two years ago, that had led to his first erotic dreams.

But Aunt Bellatrix...was his aunt. Even among the pure-blood families, such close relations were discouraged. It led to madness. There were stories.

He shivered again. That took his thoughts away from the bad ones, thoughts of madness.

But Aunt Bellatrix was mad.

Dammit.

Someone knocked on his door. He jumped a little, then clambered off his desk to answer it, feverishly hoping he was at least...composed.

He opened the door, and there was Aunt Bellatrix, with her corset undone a little at the top. She grinned at him. "Dinner's ready, Draco," she cooed, eyeing him up and down. Her grin broadened. "Are you hungry?"

He flushed scarlet. "I'llbedowninamoment," he babbled, then slammed the door. He heard her laughing as she went downstairs.

He took a long, slow, deep breath, and firmly pushed the mental image of Aunt Bellatrix doing the same out of his mind. It's just three more days. Then I'm back at Hogwarts and she won't be around every corner.

He was ready to go downstairs now. The bad thoughts had dissipated at that.

Well, all but one.

I almost wish she could come...