Title: Good Boy
Pairing: Bellatrix/George
Rating: 18
Warning: Character death
Word Count: 428
Summary: Bellatrix has captured George, and if he's a good boy, he might just live

"There's no need to worry, baby," Bellatrix said in an eerily calm voice. "I won't hurt you, if you play by my rules, that is."

George looked nervously around the room which once stood in perfect shape. Now it was in tatters; the curtains were ripped, the carpet was torn, the mirrors were shattered and there were vases and photo frames smashed all over the floor.

Of course, he couldn't respond if he wanted to. She had silenced him a while back, had enough of hearing him scream for help.

"It's a pity with what happened to your brother..." Bellatrix was playing with what was left of the curtains, twirling the ragged material around her fingers. "If you're a good boy, we can make sure the same won't happen to you."

George could feel his blood boiling. It was always the same whenever someone mentioned Fred, and he couldn't stand hearing his name from a death eater.

Seeing his reaction and his face turning red, Bellatrix cackled. The shrill noise echoed through George's ears, driving him insane. He really hoped this wouldn't be the last noise he ever heard.

"I'm going to untie you now, baby." Bellatrix turned to face him. "But no funny business. You can't get out of here anyway."

There were so many ideas running through Georges head at this point. He wasn't sure whether it would be a good idea to attack her, wandless, or just to do as she said. Either one could lead to him living or dying, he didn't have a clue. That was what made it so chilling.

As Bellatrix cast a spell to remove his bonds, George felt anger rush through his veins at being in the situation, and the guts that she'd had to mention Fred. Without thinking it through any further, he lunged towards her, grabbing her neck, attempting to strangle her.

Bellatrix's eyes grew wide, bulging out of her skull. She was no idiot, this had happened plenty of times before. As though it was no big deal, she slowly raised her wand and pointed it at George's heart. "Stupefy!" she shouted, stunning him across the room. Being the powerful witch that she was, it had knocked him unconscious.

"I told you to be a good boy!" She tip-toed across the room, ending up right in front of his body. Without a second thought, she brought her wand up again. "Avada Kedavra!"

As though nothing had happened, Bellatrix carefully left the room, gleefully smiling to herself at her handiwork, wishing it could always be so simple.