Draco had learned to love his position with Bellatrix. The woman was beautiful. In a deranged kind of way. There was always an air of danger around her that always kept him alive in this dull dark house. Even at such a young and tender age he could appreciate it. Draco proceeded to give the tip a nice lick, his tongue going clockwise then counterclockwise. His both hands reaching for his own meagre cock to stroke it. And his eyes begging for Bellatrix to abuse his throat. All the while Harry, who suddenly happened to be passing by, watched by the small crack of the door.