Author's Note:- Here it is! Chapter Seven of Occlumency! I think this one is going to be a good one! Once again, it's taken me a while to update. I've been sidetracked with other things. But I'm still writing this story, guys! So never fear!

Fortunately for Draco, his Aunt had not punished him for what he had seen a couple of nights ago. Instead, she ignored him completely. This suited Draco just fine. Not only could be avoid the Occlumency lessons, but he didn't have his Aunt giving him snide comments every time she saw him.

At least now he knew why Rodolphus was so angry about Bella's pregnancy; it was because she had lied to his face about taking her contraceptive potion. Whether it was for the Dark Lord's benefit or not, she had still lied to him.

As far as he knew, Bellatrix was keeping the baby whether Rodolphus liked it or not. To be honest, Rodolphus spent most of the time drunk; it was shocking that he even knew what his wife was doing anymore. But yes, because of all of this, Draco could now be left alone to do what he wanted.

He had been sleeping peacefully in his room at Malfoy Manor, when a hand on his shoulder jolted him harshly from his slumber. He opened his mouth to scream, but a soft hand covered it.

"It's me, you idiot!" His Aunt hissed, removing her hand from his mouth. Draco suppressed the urge to groan. It had been too good to be true. Bellatrix hadn't been speaking to him for over a week, and she had gotten bored of the silent treatment, and was going to go back to bullying him again, he was sure.

"What?" Draco mumbled, sleepily, but Bellatrix didn't respond. Instead she hauled him out of bed and dragged him to the hallway outside his bedroom.

"Oi! Let go! What're yo- OW! That hurts!" He hissed, as his Aunt's long nails pierced his skin.

"Shut up!" Bella snapped, in a hushed tone. She sounded...worried. Scared, even.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco scolded, his tone equally hushed. But again, no answer. Bellatrix purely grabbed his arm again, pulling him in the direction of her bedroom.

When the door opened, Draco's heart sank. There at the end of the bed stood Voldemort, Rodolphus, and his parents. Draco swallowed, stepping into the room. "My Lord?" Voldemort's lips turned into a sinister sneer as he considered Draco.

"So I see you know about your Aunt's little situation...So a baby cousin, Draco. How do you feel?" This wasn't supposed to be a friendly conversation. Draco could tell that already. Voldemort wanted something from him.

"Um...I guess things won't be any difference, I suppose..." Draco replied, slowly, and choosing his words carefully. He was starting to wonder why Voldemort wanted him here.

"Ah yes, Draco." Voldemort whispered, dangerously. "You are wondering why I am here, are you not? Well...I have to inform all of you that any future children that you have will be delivered to the custody of myself, and shall be trained to become loyal and competent followers to me. And dear Bellatrix and Rodolphus' child will be the first to test this facility."

Draco looked over at his Aunt, with both shock and fury in his eyes. It wasn't her kid he was worried for...it was his own. The future children that he would have. Any child of his would be delivered to the custody of the Dark Lord, to be raised by strangers and then forced to fight and risk their lives. And this was all his Aunt's fault. If she had just taken her contraception like she was supposed to, Voldemort would have no reason to want to take everyone's children.

And even more shocking to him...Bella didn't look very happy about it either. He expected her to be jumping for joy; she hated babies. She'd never be able to raise one, even with help. But here she was, looking like she cared what happened to her child in the Dark Lord's hands.

"I will name the child, and I will take the child to be looked after by the followers I have at my new facility." Voldemort replied, coldly. He bowed to his Death Eaters, smirking, smugly. "I shall see you tomorrow, Bellatrix. I have a little job for you to do." He said, simply, and disapparated.

There was an awkward silence that followed, and all eyes were on Bella. After a few seconds of this, Bella shoved past Draco and stormed from the room. Feeling the anger boiling up inside of him, Draco followed her. He was fuming. Not that he was having children yet or anything, but if he did, he wanted to choose who raised them!

"Oi! Don't you walk away from me!" Draco snapped, following Bellatrix to the top of the stairs. Bella turned and glared at him, her arms folded over her slightly swollen stomach.

"I don't know what you're so pissed off about, Draco! What the Dark Lord says is law! Have you not realised that yet!" Draco shuddered in anger – So what! The Dark Lord controlling them was enough! But now he was trying to control the future of everyone's children!

"Yes well, I suppose it's alright for you to have your kid imprisoned and tortured and fuck knows what else! But it's not okay for me! I don't have kids yet but when I do, I want to be able to control what their name is and who they live with and what they do! All I want for my bloody kid is to have a normal childhood, like I had before you escaped from prison and started trying to rule my life!" Draco screamed at her.

"Believe it or not, Draco, I'm telling you what you should and shouldn't do for your protection! Not mine, not my baby's, YOURS!" Bella snapped. "And you really think that I don't care about my own kid!"

"Well you obviously don't, if you're willing to send it to Merlin's knows where! What's the matter, Bellatrix! Do you want your child to have the same miserable childhood that you had!" Bella turned red in the face. She looked about ready to hit Draco.

"My childhood was not miserable! At least my mother didn't smother me and practically wipe my arse for me! This is why you have no balls to stand up for yourself, Draco!" Bella screeched at him. Draco growled.

"Whatever you say, Bellatrix! Maybe it's a good thing your kid is being taken away from you! It deserves better than an alcoholic father and a bitch of a mother!" The words were out before he could stop them. Bellatrix just looked at him, stunned into silence...before her hand collided hard with the side of his face.

What happened next was even more unexpected. He didn't know what had possessed him to do it; perhaps it was anger, perhaps it was fear, or maybe even self defence...but he curled his hand into a fist and swung at her as hard as he could. He hit his target, and he had punched his Aunt in the eye, making her stumble backwards and tumble down the stairs, landing unconscious at the bottom.

Author's Note:- Okay, I know this chapter was really short, and I don't like it much. But I wanted to give you SOMETHING to read. The next chapter will be longer, I promise! Please review! X