Groggy. But never one to turn down a snog. His night had been spent chasing Bellatrix away from the booze. Wouldn’t change it for the world though.

They’ll do it again in 16 years. Pulling her over to straddle his lap. This position is getting less and less comfortable but it’s one of his favorites. “Don’t pout, Raven. It spoils your face.”

Staring into the icebox. Grabs a tub of frozen yogurt. Shuffles into parlor. Presses to Bellatrix Lestrange [Parody] face. “There.”

Absolutely not.

Gives a withering glare. Drop it. He can’t be moved on this.

They talked of this on New Year’s. She knew this would be the case.

Of course he will, anything for her and then even more.

The sluttiest he can manage. He’s just grateful she laughed and he didn’t get slapped.

Grabs 𝕯𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝕷 𝕸𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺🧪 🔞 by the collar. “Giving alcohol to a pregnant woman, are you bloody mental?!”

Sputters. “Rosy put that down!” Panic. Uh. Uuuuhhhh. “It’s uh-for-uh…potion making. Yep. Very, um-important. Fragile too.” Coughs.

He thinks jeans are for muggles and the blonde prat needs to put his dick away. Is he trying to burn everyone’s eyes?

He’s woken up suddenly. Sobs wracking his entire body. Trying desperately to them quiet and not wake Bellatrix Lestrange [Parody]. His back against the headboard, knees brought up to his chest, head resting on one arm while the other covers his mouth to muffle the sounds.

“Pft. Alright then, Bellatrix Lestrange [Parody] do it then. If you can do it for nine months I can certainly last a week.” Emerald eyes roll. “Rosy was an easy pregnancy. Draco was worse, Cissy was inconsolable.”

Hears Bellatrix Lestrange [Parody] calling for him from the parlor. Walks in to see an exasperated Bellatrix and Narcissa and Lucius staring wide eyed from the love seat. “…Yeah?”

Pressing kisses along Bellatrix Lestrange [Parody]’ collarbone as she sleeps. Waiting until he hears a faint noise of acknowledgment before wrapping a firm hand around her neck. He gently squeezes at Bella’s pulse as he breathes against her ear. “Do you belong to, pretty bird?”

Pulls Bellatrix Lestrange [Parody] into his arms. “S’alright soldier, you can relax.” Let’s her adjust as they sit in the window seat.