Author: Times of Bliss

Story: The Malfoy Family - the missing scene

A/N: This is the missing scene from The Malfoy Family Chapter 10 since there was a time skip there. It's a 2 parter and I'll update the 2nd part by the end of this month. In the meantime, enjoy.

Warnings: Please do not read on if you are underage, if you dislike chan, slash and/or incest, or like them, but cannot differentiate between what is fan fiction and what is real life. My stories are strictly for entertainment only and not to be copied or followed or taken as the truth in any which way. Got all that? Please proceed ONLY if you agree with the above.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I'm sure you knew that.

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Narcissa stared at Lucius as well, feeling that strange fluttering again when she took in the dull flush on his cheeks. So she hadn't imagined that haunted, riveted look on his face earlier as he looked down at Draco suckling at her breasts and between her legs and then later moving deep inside her.

"Lucius?" she spoke softly. "Did you enjoy watching Draco and I?"

He turned to her then and even before he replied, she knew what his answer would be from the shamed guilt in his eyes.

"I did," Lucius confessed in a very low voice. "Merlin help me, Cissy, I did."

Despite her suspicions, Narcissa felt a frisson of shock ripple up her spine, making her shiver. Had Lucius truly enjoyed watching Draco pleasure her like that?

Recalling her uninhibited responses earlier and how she had come undone by their son, she flushed, feeling embarrassed and oddly exposed even though she and Lucius had been married for so long and had no secrets from each other. She also felt strangely empowered that her taboo act with Draco, ordered by Voldemort with the sole intention of humiliating and enraging Lucius, had managed to turn him on instead despite the oppressive presence of the other Death Eaters.

"Do you... think me mad?" Lucius repeated, looking and sounding uncertain.

The unaccustomed sight made Narcissa's heart turn over in her chest.

"I don't know," she replied honestly while a small, rather naughty part of her mind wondered what would have happened if he had come across such a scene in the privacy of their home. Not that she had ever thought of being unfaithful, but if Lucius had caught her and Draco together for example, would he - would he have wanted to join in instead of putting a stop to it? And would she have wanted him to?

Perhaps it was she who was mad for thinking such thoughts.

"Forgive me, Cissy. I swear I never ever-"

"Father, you should've been furious!" Draco burst out, drawing both their attention. He looked utterly bewildered by this turn of events.

"You're right, love," Narcissa agreed with a quick smile. She placed her arm around his shoulders and hugged him close. "That was exactly what the Dark Lord wanted, to make your father furious at us, and to drive us apart."

"But he didn't succeed," Lucius added, squeezing Draco's shoulder. "I do not blame you or your mother, Draco. What happened was solely my fault and mine alone."

Draco nodded, sitting up a little straighter.

"Like mother said, it was the Dark Lord's fault, father," he stated.

"Thank you," Lucius said gravely.

As Draco struggled to hide his shock, Narcissa hid a smile. Lucius had never shown this side of himself to their son, choosing instead to present a stern father figure who could do no wrong.

"Do you want to talk about what happened earlier, Draco?" she asked softly. After all, it was his first sexual experience, with both his parents and in front of an audience to boot.

Draco's flush deepened and he quickly shook his head, wary eyes darting to his father and then away.

"No, I... I just want to sleep," he mumbled.

"Alright. I'll walk you to your room," Narcissa agreed, making a mental note to talk to him again, perhaps when Lucius wasn't around.

"We both will," Lucius declared and got up, wincing a bit as his knee creaked again.

The three of them made their way upstairs to Draco's bedroom, a ritual they had not done since Draco was small. Narcissa could tell he was surprised but pleased when they insisted on tucking him up in bed before wishing him goodnight, Narcissa pressing a light kiss to his forehead before they left.

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Despite his earlier ordeal and climaxing twice, Draco couldn't sleep. He was too keyed up, his mind replaying again and again what had happened earlier, particularly how wonderful his mother had felt and tasted. That last thought made him flush hotly, but he couldn't deny how completely he had lost himself in those forbidden minutes.

He was a teenage boy, of course he was interested in sex! It just hadn't been the main thing on his mind at school. It had been enough to relieve the urge with his hand from time to time then. But now, after a getting a taste - no, a big helping - of sex, he couldn't stop thinking about it. His mother was a beautiful woman with a stunning figure, the smoothness of her skin, the fragrance of her arousal... oh Merlin, it had been heaven, driving into her tight depths again and again, and somehow managing to bring about her completion as well as his own.

Jerking upright into a sitting position, Draco winced at the muted twinge between his legs. His parents did not hold what he had done against him, but what would they think if they knew he was reliving that scene again and again in his mind and getting hard over it?

With a groan, Draco flopped onto his stomach and buried his hot face in the pillow. He couldn't help shifting his hips against the sheets, trying to assuage the building ache in his groin. Again, his sore entrance protested, a reminder of how his father had prepared and claimed him. Draco wouldn't have found sex between males enjoyable at all were it not for that stunning, electrifying jolt when his father had hit a particular spot inside him. He flushed deeper when he remembered how he had come a second time with his father thrusting into him while fisting him tightly at the same time.

Merlin, he was going mad...!

Draco groaned again and rolled onto his back, torn between growing lust, humiliation and utter confusion. He had never viewed either of his parents in a sexual light before, but now... biting his lip, he pulled down his pyjama bottoms and grasped his rigid flesh. He kept his eyes squeezed shut as he stroked himself to completion, imagining himself being sandwiched between his parents... touching and being touched, taking and being taken.

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Over the next few days, Draco struggled with his feelings. He knew it was only natural to obsess over what had happened and it being the summer holidays, there was nothing else to occupy his time. Still, experiencing erotic dreams that involved his parents every night and waking up to sticky pyjama bottoms made him feel like he was going crazy.

It felt strange now to sit down to meals together as a family, as if nothing had changed. Draco found himself watching his parents covertly, all too aware of the soft curves of his mother's body and her graceful walk. He paid attention to his father as well, that proud carriage, those lean hips and well shaped hands. Mostly, he took note of the tiny interactions between them.

Had they always shared those small, secret smiles?

Had his father always touched his mother's hair or shoulder whenever he passed her chair?

Neither were one for grandiose displays of affection, but it struck Draco as odd that he had never noticed those little touches before. Despite his genuine relief the Dark Lord hadn't destroyed his parents' marriage, he felt somewhat... left out. He kept picturing how his parents would look like when they made love, naked and joined together in their enormous bed, pale hair against paler skin, kissing and caressing and loving each other. He kept having to quell the insane urge to join them, and had to remind himself again and again that they were his parents... that what happened that night was on the Dark Lord's orders... that he had to forget what had happened and move on.

And still, those dreams continued to plague him... until one night, restless and aroused, Draco found himself outside his parents' bedroom. The door was left slightly ajar, causing a sliver of light to spill out into the darkened corridor. Peeping inside, he felt his heart leap - it was almost like one of his fantasies come to life, his mother naked and sitting on his father's hips, rocking sensuously back and forth as she smiled down at him.

Draco's mouth turned dry at once, his semi aroused flesh hardening completely inside his pyjama bottoms. In his fantasy, he would be there too, perhaps kneeling behind his mother, cupping her breasts and rubbing his length against her buttocks, or crouching over his father and suckling his mother's breasts while his father, still lying on his back, took him in his mouth...

Draco wasn't sure if he had made a sound, but his parents suddenly stopped and turned towards the door, making him freeze on the spot.

"Draco? Is that you?" Narcissa asked. She raised herself off Lucius and got down from the bed, walking to the door with easy grace and pulling it open wider.

"I - I'm sorry! I didn't mean -" Draco stuttered.

"Come in, son," Lucius ordered. He rolled onto his side, facing the door and propped himself on one elbow.

Gulping, Draco obeyed and walked towards the bed, moving like a robot. He heard the door close behind him, but his eyes were now glued to his father's erection, large and hard and glistening.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he began, a part of his mind wondering why his parents weren't livid at being spied on.

"It's alright, love," Narcissa reassured him. "Can't sleep?"

Draco shook his head, trying not to stare at her breasts, the nipples reddened. His father must have suckled on them earlier...

"Were you thinking about that night?" she asked next.

Draco started to nod and then he shook his head.

"What then, son? Tell us," Lucius said. He sat up and finger combed his long hair back, seemingly unaware of his naked and aroused body.

Draco's eyes widened in distress. He took a step back, shaking his head.

"I can't. You'll think me mad," he whispered, but to his surprise, they just smiled at him.

"Tell us anyway," Narcissa urged.

Taking a deep breath, Draco nodded.

"Alright. I keep dreaming about... us," he whispered. "The three of us. Together..."

"And what are we doing in your dreams, son?"

Draco swallowed again, his eyes darting to his father's groin and then away.

"Having sex. At the same time," he croaked and cringed, waiting for the inevitable explosion. It didn't come. His parents just exchanged smiles before turning back to him.

"You're not the only imagining the three of us together," Narcissa confessed.

Draco's brow knitted in confusion and then his mouth dropped open. "What?!"

"It is perfectly natural to dwell of what happened that day, son," Lucius began. "I admit I have been doing the same and," Draco's eyes had flown to Narcissa, "your mother already knows."

"But why? I thought you'd want to forget the whole thing!" Draco burst out.

Lucius shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

"Seeing you make love to your mother that night... it reminded me of our own wedding night."

Draco shook his head in disbelief, but Lucius continued, as calm as if he were talking about the weather.

"I admit I was furious at first, seeing someone else claim my wife, but it was not your fault. Once I accepted that, the sight of you two together, knowing exactly what you must be experiencing, seeing your mother's beautiful responses..." He paused for a moment, his eyes turning half lidded as he looked at Draco. "You two looked exquisite together."

"But - but I'm your son!" Draco protested, his cheeks on fire.

"Our very handsome son," Lucius agreed amiably.

"Agreed. I must add you two looked quite arousing too," Narcissa added, "you, Draco, on your knees before me-"

"Mother!" Draco's eyes felt like they were about to pop from his head.

"- and your father kneeling behind you-"

"Merlin - Father, say something, please!"

When Lucius cleared his throat, Narcissa stopped obligingly.

"I told your mother later that night, son," he said, his voice deepening, "that if I had come across such a scene in the privacy of our home..."

"W-what would you have done?" Draco whispered, both wanting and dreading the answer.

"I would have watched the two of you until you were sated and panting from satisfaction," Lucius drawled, his pale eyes glittering, "and then I would take you, Draco, across my knee," he ignored the mortified squeak from his son, "and give you a paddling you would never forget for daring to touch what is mine."

"Father!" Despite his horrified protest, Draco's body gave an excited throb at the threat.

"And then what?" Narcissa prompted, looking more interested than alarmed, her cheeks turning a most becoming pink.

Lucius turned to her and smiled.

"And then I would prepare our son with my fingers until he was ready for me and I would take him as deeply as I could," he told her, ignoring another higher pitched squeak from said son, "but I would want him to be buried inside you while I do so."

Narcissa's eyes fluttered closed and she exhaled while Draco looked wildly between the two of them.

"What do you think of that, Cissy?" Lucius asked, a tiny bit of trepidation in his voice.

Narcissa lifted a slender shoulder in a shrug.

"I would be willing to try it," she replied in a demure tone, "but of course it all depends on Draco."

Draco stared at the two of them, his mind a shocked blank. He didn't know what to think anymore! He had thought there would be a huge rift between them, not this sensual and easygoing teasing, as if Voldemort's punishment had had quite the opposite effect to the one he had intended. His parents should have been devastated that the Dark Lord had turned their proper family dynamics upside down, and here they were... wanting more of the same...

Draco felt his mind start to turn again, reality depositing him back onto two rather unsteady legs. So what happened next would depend on him?

Alright. Was it wrong to want more? Of course it was wrong! But the Dark Lord wasn't here now and this had nothing to do with him. They weren't being forced into this, not even him, Draco realised. He took a deep breath, those erotic dreams he had experienced every night for the past week now gaining a new and tantalising aspect.

After all, he had already given his innocence to both his parents, hadn't he?

Why shouldn't he get some fun out of it especially since he wasn't the only one wanting this?

When his body gave another throb, as if egging him on, Draco nodded slowly.

"I think it's worth trying too," he replied and smiled.

To be continued...