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He exhaled slowly and looked up.
"Breed, Draco" Lucius' voice was came steady yet cold. This was the best possible response he could give to his son. The Dark Lord was defeated and their numbers were depleting rapidly. Draco no longer felt safe and quite frankly, Lucius couldn't think of much to do aside from wait for the aurors to break down his door and take him away in irons. He gently ashed his cigarette onto the floor of his study and focused on the two young men standing on either side of his son. Even seated his presence was both commanding and authoritative, his gaze severe.
Draco cleared his throat, "Father, I'm afraid I don't quite understand". Quite frankly he, Blaise, and Theodore had no idea why the two boys had been asked to join their friend at the manor for the Christmas holidays. After the fall of Voldermort the remaining death eaters went into hiding, all excluding the Malfoys, the Zabinis, and the Notts. All that remained of the latter two families were the jilted matriarchs, their husbands having been lost to the Dementor's kiss.
Lucius snuffed his cigarette against the arm of his chair and summoned the house elf, Sop. "Clean these ashes and make sure that no one is outside trying to listen in. The information I'm about to share with these young men is of the utmost secrecy, understood?" Sop nodded as he picked up the ashes with his small, bony hands and looked at his master with a mixture of utmost obedience, and crippling fear. He finished his task quickly and with a loud CRACK, was gone. Lucius waited another moment for good measure, and began to speak again in his unwavering tone. "The dark lord left me with specific instructions in the event of his possible...er...demise. The war is far from over. As purebloods we have an obligation to our bloodlines. Unfortunately as a married man it would hardly be appropriate for me to traipse about after young women, but you, YOU three have a distinct advantage. Hogwarts is a pantheon of youth, beauty, and potency. Pureblood witches with their whole lives ahead of them. Lives that could be put to use raising new stock for our cause. Do you follow?".
Draco spoke up first. "Father, if I am understanding you correctly, you want us to impregnate pure-blood witches at school? Doesn't this seem a little...rash? Eighteen is a little young to be a father".
Lucius let out a small chuckle. "I said nothing of being fathers, Draco, just fathering. There is a difference, isn't that right, Blaise?". The other boys whipped their head over to Blaise, who had been standing, silent and complacent this whole time. Blaise looked straight at Lucius, back to his friends, and then at the floor. "Pansy and Flora-" he began.
"Ms. Parkinson has already proven to be worthless. She's clearly baron, and therefor of no further use to our cause. As for Ms. Carrow, well, it's too early to tell how successful you were in that endeavor. It's only been 4 or 5 weeks since you took her into your bed". Lucius' eyes were now intensely staring Blaise down, radiating with savage pride.
Draco slowly managed to pick his jaw up from the floor. "You...shagged...Pansy? And Flora? How? Why? How? I don't understand, how long have you know about this?".
" I overheard your father telling my mother when we came down for the long weekend 3 months ago. I thought I'd get a head start. It was easier then I thought to get Pansy to agree, but it just didn't take. Not for lack of trying, I worked her over good for two months. Nothing. Flora needed some coaxing but I finally succeeded in getting her give herself to me a little over a month ago. She's been sick as a dog ever since."
"Yes Mr. Zabini here made no secret of his conquests. He sent me an owl earlier this week, which gave me the incentive to call you two down here with him. I wanted to make sure you could all go through with this. You owe it to your families. You owe it to the dark lord." Lucius glanced down at his covered forearm, grazing his fingers against the black velvet fabric of his sleeve. He knew what was going through his son's head, and was more then prepared to respond to any and all of his concerns.
"Father, no witch outside of Slytherin would ever agree to this. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but Pansy and Flora, well, they're amongst a small handful of seventh year girls worth a shot. Our house is known for many things, but not for the beauty of our women. I'm not sure what else we can do. There is no way any girl from any other house would even entertain the idea. I feel as though you're setting us up for failure."
"Make them." He spoke through gritted teeth. "The Dark Lord wasn't exactly clear on his instructions. We all believed he would succeed in destroying Potter this time. However, I have been a follower for long enough to know how he thinks. If the witches refuse, take them. By any means. Imperius curse, cruciatus curse, whatever you deem necessary. Cross breeding is threatening the strength of our kind. That being said, half bloods are also fair game, but do try for the purest. Absolutely NO muggle borns, understood? There's no place for mudbloods in our ranks."
"You want us to force them? As in, rape them?" Theo said, barely audible to human ears.
"Ah, he speaks! Yes Mr. Nott, although rape is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as witches unwillingly helping our cause. It has a much better ring to it". He glanced over at his son. Draco's eyes were wild with excitement. Blaise merely smiled. He looked back at Nott. "Well Mr. Nott, can we count on you?"
"Where do I sign?" He said through his smile.