Alright, I will start off by saying that yes, I know this is a risqué pairing, but I figure if there are people devoted to shipping the Weasley twins, Dracotrix cannot be any worse. :D I personally never shipped anyone from HP until I saw HBP, and the scene where Bellatrix kisses Draco's neck just sort of turned on the fandom (and other things. Hahaha.)

Since I am unable to think of a discernible plot involving Draco and Bellatrix, I have decided to write a series of loosely-connected/stand alone one-shots on the pair. I am going to start off with a rather short insight into this ship and from there, work my way into much smuttier scenarios. And I promise, they will be oozing with smut. In every imaginable way. :)

And one last note, I will not respond to outcries of incest or anything of the like, because you have a choice whether or not to read this, and unless you have a mature, articulate argument, it isn't worth my time. Oh, and my portrayal of Bellatrix here is largely based on the film version, but with evidence of the book version.

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The dining room seems to have taken on the properties of acid, in it's searing, bitter sense. Though no bubbling, steaming cauldron is evident, thick smoke appears to hover in the midst of the room; he cannot clearly perceive anything. He is deaf to all of the insolent chatter weaving around him; he could have cotton jambed harshly against his eardrum, for all he hears. He cannot swallow, but even then his spindly, wavering hand clenches tightly around his goblet of butterbeer, spurring the liquid over the sides.

He does not notice the shrill cry from his mother, as the liquid sops the silken linen of the tablecloth, nor does he notice Lucius impertinently thrusting a rag in his face, demanding the mess be cleared away at once.

There is no feast of roast hog or pheasant before him, no indulgent, arrogant faces of some of the most dangerous men and woman in the Wizard world, there is nothing but her.

Oh, he has seen her, yes, the photo in the gilded frame on the fire mantle, haphazardly placed, even then her demeanor one of noble standing, a certain knowing lurking just out of sight. He has heard, yes, of her abysmal deeds, her festering insanity.

Yet sat before him, regally, as if she is in His presence, she appears to have not one of the sinister attributes so often prescribed to her. On the contrary, she is quite possibly the most astoundingly beautiful human being he has ever let his eyes linger on.

And as he stares, as something begins to melt inside of him, she catches his gaze. And if only for a moment, he sees everything in her mind that he is seeing in his own:

Dank hallways, her milky skin lustrous as she is bent over a table; clenches of licorice hair in his spindly fingers, nails etching patterns of corruption and reprehensible behavior on his thin skin; secret flesh of the rosiest pink, parted like a dripping fruit; tongues darting like needles in forbidden areas. Oh, there are screams and howls he can hear, sounds that cannot be human in their quality, in the lust they ooze. There are fervent whispers, cries as she redundantly murmurs, "My sweet nephew, oh my darling Draco, my sweet," in his ear. He can taste the rich, brazen flavor of cinnamon on her skin, and inhale the sharp scent of pine and sinister intentions.

His mind has projected these images so clearly to him, that he is shocked when the connection is snipped, and he discovers he amidst the most chaste of situations, only sitting down to family meal, he is only a lonely boy, that he is incapable of bringing his fantasies to existence.

And in discovering all of this, he feels a scorning heat rip over his body, as he notes the insanely tight stretching of his trousers, the beginnings of a hot, blissful warmness prodding his cock to a capacity he cannot cease. He can only shift his chair closer to the table, and turn his thoughts to the glorious spread of food before him that he has no appetite for. But even as his fork parts his lips, he catches the briefest of glances from her once more.

And as his Aunt Bellatrix smiles at him like a deranged Aphrodite, Draco is shattered.

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Bleh, I'm not sure if I captured that exactly the way I wanted to, but I felt a bit pressured to get this started haha. I have already started on the next one-shot, so it shouldn't be too long, but you never know with me...seeing as I never finished my Sweeney Todd story...:\

Anyways, please let me know what you think, and I do hope in a sick way that this inspires more writers to start shipping this pairing. Because they are so wrongly sexy. :D