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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Bellatrix_Lestrange/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Bellatrix_Lestrange
  Additional Tags:
      Draco_Malfoy_-_character, Bellatrix_Lestrange_-_character, Deathly
      Hallows, Missing_Scene, Incest, Crossgen, Rough_Sex, Violence, Angst,
      Death_Eaters
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-11-26 Words: 1300
****** Could You Live With This? ******
by Musyc
Summary
     He knows that Bella is broken, that she isn't normal. He doesn't
     care.
He's gone to one of the crumbling towers of the Manor, gone to heal his wounds
and blast the doves, their white feathers drifting down into the specks of
blood dripping from his cheeks and chin. He's cursing Potter, Granger, Weasley,
cursing them each with a heavy grunt as he paces and dashes the blood from his
skin, and when he turns, Bella's there. She smiles at him, pointed teeth
scraping over her lip, and she spins until her gown slaps his legs, and then
her hands are on his cheeks and she's shoved him into the wall. That's it,
Draco, she coos to him, brushing his fringe back as she comes up on her toes to
meet his eyes, grey to grey. That's it. Hate them. Hate them with everything
you have.
He freezes, his heart racing, because he thinks she'll know he's lied, but when
she lowers her lashes and her eyes glimmer through the dark fans, he doesn't
feel the cold brush of her mind across his. No Legilimency, no looking into his
thoughts, only her breath on his throat and her hand on his chest and her
tongue on his cheek. She's licking away the blood, his blood, their blood. The
shared blood that runs through them both like the river into hell and madness,
and Draco remembers one of the first lessons he ever learned.
Blood will always call to blood.
Bella's full of bloodlust and madness and she's always watching him. He's known
all along that she isn't right, that something had broken inside her when she
went to Azkaban, that the years on a cold island in a stone prison have
shattered something in her mind. He's known all along that the soft touches to
his shoulder and the firm grasp on his hand aren't the simple affections of an
aunt for a nephew. He's known all along that the heat of her breath on his ear,
that the press of her breast on his arm, that the weight of her gaze on his
eyes isn't normal. But it's been so long since he's known what normal is that
he can't bring himself to care.
Bella is licking the blood off his cheek and her breath is hot and her breasts
are soft and before he can decide what to do, he's done it. He snaps his arms
up and hauls her close, slams her thin body against his and bends to shove his
mouth against her bloodstained lips. He tears at her mouth with the points of
his teeth until her lips split and their mouths are full of blood. His blood,
her blood, their blood. Her blood is hot in his mouth and her body is hot under
his hands and he's been cold for so, so long.
He pushes her away and she's laughing, laughing at him, her hands cupping her
breasts and her tongue slicking her lips. Draco shoves off the wall and snares
her. He grabs the neckline of her dress and hauls it off her shoulders,
trapping her arms against her sides. Dusk-tipped breasts are round beneath his
palms, solid nipples hard in his pinching fingers. Bella laughs and frees her
arms and her hands slip into his hair. She pushes the blood from his cheeks up
his temples, staining the white strands with red, and she grabs fistfuls of
hair to drag him to his knees. Draco swears and grabs her hips because he'll
kneel for his master but for no one else. He jerks Bella down, pushes her to
the floor on her belly, and clambers on top of her, grabbing her wrists. She's
laughing, writhing under him, her head thrown back and her hair in his face.
Her fingers stiffen like claws as she struggles and Draco slams her hands
against the stones. Again and again as she bucks under him, until he feels
something crack in her wrist. Bella shrieks and snaps her head back, her skull
cracking against his forehead.
Draco swears and shoves her hair aside, one hand holding her down between her
shoulders, one hand wrapping around her neck. He presses on her throat,
silencing her howl of pain, and bites at her nape. He scrapes teeth across her
pale skin until he's dug a track into her hairline and she's gone still beneath
him. Her pulse flutters madly against his fingertips and when she swallows, he
can feel her throat moving against his palm. Draco sits up on his knees,
straddling her hips. He's sure it would feel good, so good, to squeeze the
breath from her until she's limp and vacant, but they both know where this is
going and he wants her awake for it. Bella turns her head and watches him from
the corner of her eye and he can see the purple span of his fingers on her
throat. She smiles, flicks her tongue out to moisten the blood drying on her
lip, and pulls his hand to her mouth. She kisses his fingers, bites at his
knuckles, scrapes her teeth across the tendons in the back of his hand. She
pushes two of his fingers into her mouth and her eyes stay on his face as she
sucks on them, her hips undulating beneath him.
Draco groans, his head falling back, and Bella sucks on his fingers until her
teeth are sinking into his skin. He jerks his hand free and rises up on his
knees. Bella rolls under him and stretches, back arching, breasts swaying, her
hair in wild tangles around her bruised throat. Draco strips off his robes and
rips her skirts to her waist, movements ragged and trembling. The stones abrade
his knees as he drops between her thighs, head falling between her breasts to
bite and scrape at the blue-veined skin. Bella reaches between them, wraps her
long fingers around his cock, pumps her fist up his length, rubs her thumb over
the ridge. Draco groans again, lids fluttering, eyes rolling, and he shouts
when she scrapes her nails along the underside. It's not too late, he thinks,
he's still got a chance to stop this, then Bella plants her feet and lifts her
hips, and it's much too late.
She guides him in and she's hot and wet, and her body grips him tight. Draco
pushes to his elbows and grinds into her, face twisted up in ecstasy. He should
be horrified, he should be disgusted, he should be curled on the floor in sick
shame, but if this is a sickness, it's in his blood. It's in their blood,
rushing through him, it's pounding at his ears and burning through his veins.
Bella's hot and writhing beneath him, torn lips red, bruised throat purple,
wild eyes thunder grey with lightning gleams. He shifts his weight and grabs
her broken wrist, forearm to forearm, Mark to Mark.
Blood to blood.
Bella blows him a kiss and purrs and Draco picks up speed, slamming into her.
She howls and she laughs and he bites at her heart, tears at the flesh while
she fists his hair until his eyes water. Her laughs become moans become screams
and she's convulsing under him, her body clutching him in violent spasms. She
shrieks, heels drumming the stones, and her throat distends as she cries out.
Minuo!
The gashes on his cheeks tear open, the breaks in her lips split apart, and
they bleed as they fuck. He drives into her, fire in his veins, and he
collapses, naked and breathless. Bella wraps her arms around his shoulders,
wraps her legs around his hips. Sweat and tears and blood and come as she
brushes his hair back while he gasps. That's it, she murmurs, and digs her
nails into his spine. Well done, Draco.
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