Salazar's Angel

XX

Bellatrix hauls Dahlia up a flight of stairs and into a sitting room, then practically tosses her into an armchair across from the one she then takes in front of a roaring, green fire.

"So..." Bellatrix begins, grinning devilishly. "Are you sleeping with him?"

"Sleeping with who?" Dahlia asks, leaning back into the plush green velvet chair and crossing her legs.

"Oh don't play stupid, Drakey of course!" Bellatrix claps her hands together, her nails long and black with razor sharp points.

Dahlia tries to control the heat flaring up in her cheeks. Any sort of emotion would entirely throw off her act. "Am I sleeping with your nephew? No. And even if I was I'm pretty sure I wouldn't talk to his aunt about it..."

Bellatrix cackles, her laugh as sinister and grating as Dahlia remembered. "Fine, fine. Are you sleeping with anyone at all? Oh please, do tell..."

"BELL! Drop it already!" Dahlia says with as much force as she can muster.

She waves her hand through the air in dismissal. "Fine, fine. We used to be able to talk about these things deary...but really I don't care who you're sleeping with, though personally I'd rather it be Drakey, so long as it's not one of those filthy mudbloods they let run amock in that school..."

Dahlia swallows the taste of acid burning in her throat. "You don't even need to worry Bell, I would never. I'd sooner carve the mark out of my own flesh with my bare hands and eat it."

This sends Bellatrix cackling once again, kicking her legs out and back like a toddler.

Dahlia is forced to continue to make small talk (if you consider listening to Bellatrix list off her most recent kills to be small talk, that is) until the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs interrupts them.

Draco walks through the door and strides over to rest his arms on the back of Dahlia's chair. 

"The house elves are setting the table now, it's almost time to eat. Dahlia, can I speak to you privately for a moment?" This last part comes out through gritted teeth, but just subtle enough that Dahlia thinks she might be the only one to notice.

"Aren't you two just precious!" Bellatrix unfolds herself from her chair and traipses over to Draco, planting a smacking kiss on his cheek. "I'll leave you two alone then." With that, she flicks her wand and vanishes.

Dahlia opens her mouth to speak, but Draco holds up a hand to stop her and walks around to the front of her chair. His eyes narrow and dart around the room.

"Nice try, Bellatrix. Get out," Draco calls.

Dahlia hears a huff, then footsteps leading over to the door. "You are NO fun Drakey." The door slams and the footsteps recede down the stairs.

Draco practically deflates once she is out of the room, flopping down into the chair across from Dahlia.

"Is everything alright?" Dahlia asks, sitting up to the edge of her seat.

"I'm the one who should be asking you that," He spits out, dropping his head into his hands.

"Well as your aunt so blatantly pointed out, you've been a little self absorbed this evening. Didn't even compliment how I looked, so I don't know why you would ask about my wellbeing..." Dahlia bites back a smile, playing with him.

Draco's head snaps up and his eyes connect with hers. "Oh for fucks sake Dahlia, you look bloody amazing. All I could think about just now when I came in here is bending you over this chair, and there's nothing I would like more than to wrap that ponytail in my fist."

Dahlia's mouth runs dry at his words and she fights to stop the blush from creeping into her cheeks. 

"Happy now?" He asks, crossing his arms while still staring her down.

Finally, she forces herself to lick her lips and smile. "Absolutely. And everything went fine with Bellatrix. You have got to ease up."

He huffs. "While looking at you in that dress? Not likely," He mumbles this under his breath, as if he doesn't even intend for her to hear it.

Dahlia uncrosses her legs, causing his eyes to drop straight down. "You know that's not what I meant by ease up."

It's his turn to lick his lips. "Stop playing with me."

"If you insist." Dahlia stands from the chair and tugs her skirt down. "Best not to keep the 'rents waiting."

With that, she heads over to the door. Looking back, she catches Draco standing and adjusting his shirt. He walks over to join her, and she places her hand on the knob.

"Malfoy. Look at me," Dahlia orders.

His eyes flick up to meet hers.

"It's going to be fine." She continues to hold his gaze. "Lying through my teeth is my favorite hobby." She winks and then pulls open the door.