hello! this is a little story that's been bugging me for ages. hope you like it!
The room was dark, the fire having long gone out. The only sound in the darkness was the heavy breathing of the two men lying entwined on the bed.
"You know what this means, don't you," said the slimmer one, nuzzling the neck of his companion.
"You're not marrying that hussy?" joked the other, pulling the first up for a kiss.
"I have no choice," said the first, "I have to continue the family name. besides, I can get rid of her after our first son,"
"I know. But I don't like it," grumbled the second, larger man.
"I know. I don't like it either," said the first, "But while I'm busy in high society, you have the important job f finding our other,"
"How do you know there's another?" asked the first.
"I know your dominant, and I know that you are veela. That simply means that there was to be a third,"
"how do you know?"
"I'll give you a couple of texts to entertain yourself with during my wedding," said the first, rolling on top of the other.
He was rolled under by the second man, who quickly pinned his hands above his head.
"Male or female?" asked the second, as he planted kisses along his companions chest.
"Female. It's always female,"
"I'll have to read these books of yours," said the man, "I'm not sure how I feel about the opposite sex,"
"As far as I know, all females are repulsive to us, except for our other,"
"And what happens if she is dead? Or hasn't been born?"
"If she is dead, we wouldn't be mated, for we would be dead too. And if she hasn't been born, we will wait. Forever if we must," said the first man, sitting up.
"Forever?"
"We cannot pass on until we have been completed. That is how it works,"
"then we shall search and wait,"
"Alright," chuckled the smaller man.
"And I get to dispose of your lovely wife. I don't like her,"
"Well then, consider it a peace offering for me having to marry her,"
The dark room was filled with laughter, and soon enough, moans of ecstasy.
A month later, the wedding of Abraxas Malfoy and Lucretia Black hit the headlines. It was described as exquisite, outdoing the previous Malfoy wedding. The only damper on the wedding was the cold face of Tom Riddle, the best man. There was speculation that he hadn't approved of the wedding of his best friend.
Tragedy struck a year later. Shortly after the birth of Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The family was devastated, although Lucretia Malfoy's seemingly short mourning period was questioned slightly.
A year later, news of a new Dark Lord hit the streets, escalating to a full blown war in a matter of six months. The ministry didn't know what had hit them.
In a cell in a remote location…
A lone prisoner sat staring up at the small window in the wall, allowing the meagre amount of sunlight to hit his face. He stared at the plate of food sitting on the floor. It was surprisingly good quality. how nice of his captor.
He supposed he might as well eat. He wasn't going to die until his other mate was found, so he might as well make himself comfortable.
After eating his meal, he wrapped himself up in the rags provided, and went to sleep.
Abraxas Malfoy dreamt of his love.
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