After the Dawn
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Bellatrix
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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70,712
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8
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2
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 3
Chapter 3
t was only a few days later that Harry Potter walked down the hallway towards Bellatrix Lestrange's cell and saw Draco Malfoy leaving it.
His pale blonde hair was uncharacteristically messy and he was wearing a rather flustered expression. Harry wondered what she'd been saying or doing to make him look so nervous. He supposed he couldn't blame him. If she was his aunt he'd probably be scared of her too.
Draco gave him a nod and a half-smile as they passed each other.
He reached the door. The heavy bolts across it were not quite in the right place... as if they had been replaced in a hurry. The door creaked as he opened it.
The first thing he noticed was that the cell was rather more clean than it had been before. There was now a tiny camp-bed against one wall. A bucket of water and sponge sat in a corner... and a plate with scraps of what looked suspiciously like leftovers from breakfast was lying on a tray on the floor.
Bella was sitting on the bed, looking considerably more groomed than the last time he had seen her. Her long dark hair hung in soft waves down her back. Without the dirt and blood that had been on her face he could see a long scratch on her cheek. She looked younger without makeup. Her skin hardly needed it.
Her wrists were no longer chained. Instead there was a long slender silver chain around her ankle.
She was wearing a long black v-neck dress with that he guessed was her own. It certainly fit her well he thought as he dragged his eyes away from the smooth skin bared by the neckline of the dress. A grin curved her lips as she caught him staring at her cleavage.
"If it isn't 'the boy who lived" she said mockingly. "To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?" she continued silkily. "I thought you should know that because of mass revolt at Azkaban your trial has been delayed indefinitely" he said matter-if-factly. "Mass revolt?" she asked curiously. "Yes. It would seem that after serving Voldemort the Dementors are no longer content with guard duty" he replied. Distaste clear in this voice. An 'ahhh' look came over Bella's face.
"Which means... for the time being... you're stuck here" he said smugly.
"That's it? This place is the Ritz compared to Azkaban" she said dryly. "You came all this way to tell me that?" she continued incredulously, raising one eyebrow. Her grin widened at the slightly embarrassed look on his face.
She took a step towards him. "I don't think that's the only reason you're here..." she purred. "Why else would I be here" he said uncomfortably. "You tell me..." she said, moving forward so she was only a body's-width in front of him.
"I wanted to keep an eye on you. To make sure you weren't being treated too kindly... and that you weren't able to escape" he said truthfully. She chuckled, the high crazy sound sending a shiver down his spine. "How am I supposed to get out of this?" she said, holding out her ankle with the chain on it. "I don't know..." he said skeptically, trying not to stare at her slender, shapely leg. "But you are a powerful witch. Forgive me for not wanting to take any chances..." he finished.
"No you wouldn't want that..." she purred. "But I still don't think thats the whole reason you came..." she whispered, leaning in so her lips were inches from his ear. "I don't know what your talking about..." he said hesitantly.
"I may not be as accomplished as leglimens as I am an occlumens... but I still know when I'm being lied to" she purred... mouth still by his ear.
A shiver of something like anticipation went up his spine as she reached up to touch the side of his face.
"You know what I'm thinking?" he said in almost a whisper. "Sometimes..." she purred, stroking the side of his face. "Like now... your thinking... how much... you'd like... to kiss me..." she whispered huskily... leaning in. And her sweet dark scent was surrounding him... and he was leaning in too... and her lips were inches from his...
"Auntie... I forgot my..." said Draco as he came through the door, stopping dead when he saw them. They quickly pulled back... Harry looking sheepish and Bella looking thoroughly unruffled. Harry could have sworn he saw something like jealousy flash over his long-time rival's pale pointed face.
"Am I interrupting something?" Draco asked, voice carefully even. Harry said "No" at the same time Bella said "Obviously." Draco's blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he looked from one to the other.
"I should go" said Harry diplomatically as Bella smirked at Draco and he looked coldly at her. "But you just got here…" she purred.
"I'll show myself out" Harry said dryly.
As he left the room he couldn't help wondering how he had managed to get so close to kissing her… and whether fear was the only thing… Draco felt for his Auntie Bella.
t was only a few days later that Harry Potter walked down the hallway towards Bellatrix Lestrange's cell and saw Draco Malfoy leaving it.
His pale blonde hair was uncharacteristically messy and he was wearing a rather flustered expression. Harry wondered what she'd been saying or doing to make him look so nervous. He supposed he couldn't blame him. If she was his aunt he'd probably be scared of her too.
Draco gave him a nod and a half-smile as they passed each other.
He reached the door. The heavy bolts across it were not quite in the right place... as if they had been replaced in a hurry. The door creaked as he opened it.
The first thing he noticed was that the cell was rather more clean than it had been before. There was now a tiny camp-bed against one wall. A bucket of water and sponge sat in a corner... and a plate with scraps of what looked suspiciously like leftovers from breakfast was lying on a tray on the floor.
Bella was sitting on the bed, looking considerably more groomed than the last time he had seen her. Her long dark hair hung in soft waves down her back. Without the dirt and blood that had been on her face he could see a long scratch on her cheek. She looked younger without makeup. Her skin hardly needed it.
Her wrists were no longer chained. Instead there was a long slender silver chain around her ankle.
She was wearing a long black v-neck dress with that he guessed was her own. It certainly fit her well he thought as he dragged his eyes away from the smooth skin bared by the neckline of the dress. A grin curved her lips as she caught him staring at her cleavage.
"If it isn't 'the boy who lived" she said mockingly. "To what do I owe this dubious pleasure?" she continued silkily. "I thought you should know that because of mass revolt at Azkaban your trial has been delayed indefinitely" he said matter-if-factly. "Mass revolt?" she asked curiously. "Yes. It would seem that after serving Voldemort the Dementors are no longer content with guard duty" he replied. Distaste clear in this voice. An 'ahhh' look came over Bella's face.
"Which means... for the time being... you're stuck here" he said smugly.
"That's it? This place is the Ritz compared to Azkaban" she said dryly. "You came all this way to tell me that?" she continued incredulously, raising one eyebrow. Her grin widened at the slightly embarrassed look on his face.
She took a step towards him. "I don't think that's the only reason you're here..." she purred. "Why else would I be here" he said uncomfortably. "You tell me..." she said, moving forward so she was only a body's-width in front of him.
"I wanted to keep an eye on you. To make sure you weren't being treated too kindly... and that you weren't able to escape" he said truthfully. She chuckled, the high crazy sound sending a shiver down his spine. "How am I supposed to get out of this?" she said, holding out her ankle with the chain on it. "I don't know..." he said skeptically, trying not to stare at her slender, shapely leg. "But you are a powerful witch. Forgive me for not wanting to take any chances..." he finished.
"No you wouldn't want that..." she purred. "But I still don't think thats the whole reason you came..." she whispered, leaning in so her lips were inches from his ear. "I don't know what your talking about..." he said hesitantly.
"I may not be as accomplished as leglimens as I am an occlumens... but I still know when I'm being lied to" she purred... mouth still by his ear.
A shiver of something like anticipation went up his spine as she reached up to touch the side of his face.
"You know what I'm thinking?" he said in almost a whisper. "Sometimes..." she purred, stroking the side of his face. "Like now... your thinking... how much... you'd like... to kiss me..." she whispered huskily... leaning in. And her sweet dark scent was surrounding him... and he was leaning in too... and her lips were inches from his...
"Auntie... I forgot my..." said Draco as he came through the door, stopping dead when he saw them. They quickly pulled back... Harry looking sheepish and Bella looking thoroughly unruffled. Harry could have sworn he saw something like jealousy flash over his long-time rival's pale pointed face.
"Am I interrupting something?" Draco asked, voice carefully even. Harry said "No" at the same time Bella said "Obviously." Draco's blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he looked from one to the other.
"I should go" said Harry diplomatically as Bella smirked at Draco and he looked coldly at her. "But you just got here…" she purred.
"I'll show myself out" Harry said dryly.
As he left the room he couldn't help wondering how he had managed to get so close to kissing her… and whether fear was the only thing… Draco felt for his Auntie Bella.