Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters. I am just slapping dealer plates on and taking them for a test drive.
Blessed be to all things witchy. One in particular witchy woman, who has bewitched me with witchy wonderment. Thank you for your unfaltering inspiration.
Chapter 1 The First lesson
It was half past dinner the evening my Aunt Bellatrix came to teach me the magic of occlumency. I remember, only because at our very first lesson, I threw up my dinner. All of it. She was trying to help me with the tasks the Dark Lord had given me, and she laughed like a banshee when it happened.
"Awww...does poor ickle nephew have an upset tummy?" Bella mocked.
"Fuck you, Aunt Bella! Merlin's Bollocks if you didn't do that on purpose!" I would have screamed it if I'd not been still choking.
I finished heaving then flicked my wand to clean up the mess as she continued to giggle at her immense and seriously fucked, sense of humor. I did my best to look up and glare, but I am fairly certain it came out a grimace of gut wrenching pain.
"Now," I said, standing up fully, "If you think you're done being a child, can you please teach me right."
She frowned as if defeated and said, "Fine...let's have another go. If...you can trust me." Her frown quickly turned to a wicked grin.
I raised an eyebrow and called her bluff.
"You'll teach me, and teach me right, or you won't be the Dark Lord's favorite bitch anymore." I grinned my best evil, right back at her.
Her smile lessened a bit and she took a few quick steps toward me. I stood my ground. We ended up face to face and inches apart, and I think she may have been mildly surprised I didn't back away. She paused for a breath before speaking.
"Listen...Draco," She spat my own name in my face while poking me in the ribs with her wand. I admit I laughed, but it fucking tickled. Her livid face spoke volumes on the topic of, 'not expecting that'.
"Do you have a towel, Aunt Bella?" I asked, doing my best not to lose it completely. "You've completely drenched my face."
"YOU! LITTLE! PRAT!" She screamed as she raised her wand. That is when I chose to turn, and run screaming.
Unfortunately for both Bella and I, my mother chose, at that moment, to come into the room. Somehow, she managed to simultaneously disarm her sister, and grab me with surprising force, by my shirt collar.
"What in Merlin's name is going on in here, Bella?" Mum asked in shock. "You are supposed to be teaching Draco Occlumency, not cursing him!"
"Your son," she seethed, "Is the rudest little beast I've ever known...and I only meant to teach him a lesson."
"She made me throw up on the first go, mum!" I countered pointing my finger at her. "And...I am not little, by any stretch of your limited imagination." I added grinning at her.
That earned me a sharp pop in the mouth by my mother's swift fingers.
"Fuck!" I blurted out and grabbed my mouth as Bella laughed.
"Draco Malfoy...You will mind that filth around me." Mum said as she pulled me around to face her. I glanced back quickly at Aunt Bella, who had stopped giggling and was more interested in watching the mild humiliation at my mother's hands. I turned my head back to mum, and knew that look well. Thin lips, furrowed brow. Anything that came out of my mouth short of apology would result in an even worse situation than I was already in.
"Look mum, I'm sorry...it's just that your sister..." I began by pointing with my thumb behind me, "...Started this."
"Of that I have no doubt, Draco," she said, "however; you have been raised with a bit more...self control."
Bellatrix snorted laughter behind us and we both looked. Mum released my shirt collar and marched around me toward her sister. I straightened my shirt and turned to watch the show.
"And, you," she said, pointing her wand threateningly at Bella, "While you are under my roof, you will do your best to...play nice."
I folded my arms and leaned my back on the door jam, thinking to myself, that would never happen. I think mum knew it too, but she still had to make her point. Aunt Bella held up her hands in mock surrender and spoke.
"Fine, Cissy. I'm sure that I can...behave...as long as that little prick will mind his manners." She pointed over in my direction.
I pushed myself off the door and unfolded my arms. Her jab did not elude me.
"See, mum? This is exactly what I am talking about!" I said as I spread my arms in exasperation.
Mum looked back and forth a few times between us apparently trying to decide both of our fates. Finally, she spoke.
"Both of you are done for tonight." She said as she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. "Go to your rooms and cool down. You can try again tomorrow."
Mum turned from Aunt Bella and walked toward the door, ushering me out in front of her. I tried to turn to add something more, but the increasing pressure of her hand on my lower back told me to shut up and keep moving. She shut the door behind us and stopped me a few steps down the hallway toward my room.
"Dragon," she said, using her pet name for me, "I know you don't really know Bella. I know she has been in Azkaban your whole life, but you have to understand that she is not, nor has she really ever been...right."
I looked down at her, frustrated, and said, "What am I supposed to do then, mum? I won't let her walk all over me."
"I am not asking you to, love. You just try to mind yourself, and come to me if she... does more harm than good." Mum said as she reached up to touch my face.
I closed my eyes and leaned in to her hand, taking pleasure in her touch. She had a way with me, that no one on this earth had.
"I will do my best, mum. But only for you." I whispered and opened my eyes in time to see that sweet smile of approval. I grinned like a fool.
"You know how to say just the right things sometimes, my sweet dragon." She said.
"Only sometimes?" I inquired, still grinning.
She chuckled softly and caressed her thumb across my bottom lip. "Yes, love...sometimes. Now kiss me goodnight and go to bed."
I bent slightly forward and gently kissed her. Her lips were always so soft. I admit that my...feelings toward her were not always what most would consider...normal. I had never told anyone, and I had intended to take it to my grave.
I leaned back from the quick kiss goodnight and saw the hint of a slight flush on her face.
"You ok, mum?" I asked.
"Yes, Draco, I am fine." She stated curtly.
I felt my brows furrow in confusion.
"Um...ok then," I said. "I guess I'll go to bed."
I turned, perplexed, and started up to my room. Ever since my useless father went to Azkaban, my mum had...moments...when she acted quite odd around me. I chalked it up to stress, but who really knew.
"Draco," she called when I was just a few steps up.
I stopped and turned, waiting for her to speak.
"Sweet dreams, my handsome dragon," was all she said.
I smiled at her.
"You too, mum."
I turned then and took the stairs two at a time. When I got to my room, I took my clothes off and changed into my pajama bottoms. It wasn't horribly late and I didn't want to go to bed yet, so I grabbed a current quidditch mag and sat back in my chair to read. My thoughts drifted back to my mother's flushed face after I kissed her goodnight. It was actually quite beautiful. I imagined the blush was a result of my kiss, and I began to fantasize about her yet again. In the world of my imagination, everything always felt right. The next thing I realized, I had a raging hard on. I looked down at myself, away from the magazine I wasn't really reading, and pulled my dick out of my loose pants. I started stroking slowly, with my eyes closed thinking about her. I needed...I needed wet. I wanted her wetness on me, but I sufficed with spitting in my hand and putting it back on my cock. I leaned back in my chair and imagined my mother riding me. I stroked quicker, and my breathing became rough. The magazine had fallen to the side of the chair, forgotten. I envisioned I could melt her icy demeanor and imagined she would whisper filthy things in my ear as I fucked her. I had been stroking my junk for a minute and I was about twenty seconds away from busting a nut when I heard two short knocks on my door and then the door handle turned.
The door opened and I jumped up grabbing the magazine that had fallen to the floor. I quickly covered my dick with the mag, and turned to see who in merlin's name had invaded my privacy. My mother; the woman in my most current fantasy stood at the doorway with her mouth open. My whole body turned ten shades of scarlet. She knew, and I knew she knew what I had been doing. I stared in shock and watched my beautiful mother turn her face away.
"Mum! What are you doing?" I cried, sounding far angrier than I had intended.
"I...I...just came to see if you had settled in." she said not making any kind of eye contact with me.
I swear I had never heard this woman stutter or mince words since I'd know her.
"I'm fine, mum, please go away!" I said. What I meant was, please come sit on my cock and help me with this, but one can only dream of what one wants to say in certain...situations.
"I am sorry, dear," she said finally looking at me. Wait...not at me. Was she actually looking lower? I glanced from her, down to the magazine and looked back up. Her eyes were on mine now. Perhaps it was just my very overactive imagination. She turned quickly and shut the door. I stood there for a minute not moving. I realized I had not taken a breath in a good while and inhaled. I dropped the magazine and realized my cock had shrunk. 'Fuck', I thought to myself as I looked on. I pulled my bottoms back up and decided it was time for bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.
I slept, rather fitfully and woke in a foul mood. The stupid house elf popped in and announced breakfast at some ungodly hour of the morning. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a schoolbook, hurling it with considerable force. Mum, would not have been pleased at all. It apparated away, while leaving my book to smash against the wall. I don't know why she was so partial to those creatures. They were horribly intrusive and I swear they smelled of old yogurt and servitude.
I sat up in bed with yet another monster hard on, but I'd have to try to piss this one away if I wanted breakfast. Throwing the covers off I went to use the loo. After a few minutes I came out and dressed. I took the stairs much slower than I did the previous night and made my way to the dining room.
Mum and Aunt Bella were already there and I sat down. I didn't want to look at my mum, and I certainly had nothing kind to say to Aunt Bella. As I reached for the tea, I noticed Bella looking at me.
"Sleep well, Draco?" She purred.
My hand paused before I even grabbed the teapot. I hadn't known her for long, but I did know she never said or did anything completely innocuous. I looked over at mum and she was staring her sister down with an expression of panic. Had she told Bella what had happened?
I continued my reach and poured into my cup.
"Fine thanks." I smiled playing along with whatever game was going on. I moved for toast and jam and spread it with the knife at my plate. My mind was going a mile a minute. I attempted to appear as nonchalant as I possibly could while trying to observe the obvious antics at the kitchen table.
Bella had let whatever she was playing at drop and my mother settled back in her seat. I, on the other hand, wasn't letting this one go.
"How'd you sleep, Bella?" I asked as I took a bite of my toast.
Bella leaned back in her seat and smiled while mum sat forward and looked once again at her sister.
"Not half as good as you, I imagine." Bella stated wickedly.
My mouth dropped open and I looked at my mum, who seemingly had the same look of shock but directed toward her sister.
"Did you tell her, mum? You did, didn't you?" I screamed, standing up. "She's a fucking lunatic! Did you think for one second that she wouldn't use it against me?" I slammed my hands down on the breakfast table and Bella cackled. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You. Crazy. Bitch!" I seethed and grabbed my wand.
Bella matched me for speed, and we were both standing now, about to duel at the table. Mum stood quickly and began yelling.
"Draco, stand down this instant!"
I didn't move.
"Tell me why you told her, mum." I asked, not taking my eyes off Bella.
"There is a great many things you do not understand, Draco." She said pleading.
"That's all I get? Really?" I said, still not backing down.
Bella looked as if she was at a comic theatre, which infuriated me.
"Dragon, just please back down. I'll... explain...things, I promise." She begged.
Bella took that moment to get one more jibe in.
"Dragon? Oh how sweet," she cackled.
"That is fucking it!" I flourished my wand at her. "CRU..." My curse was cut short by my mother's unexpected spell.
"PARTICIPES CORPUS!" She screamed, and everything went dark.