Incest coming up.

Draco Malfoy had always been scared of his father. The cold distance he emitted and the uncalmable rage that hid behind the silver grey eyes. Rage that didn't take much to inflame, especially in the deserted mansion that only held the three of them, Draco, Lucius, Narcissa and the countless almost unseen house elves that seemed to dissappear at night.

But lately the childish fears of beatings and scoldering had substituted for the fear of all the ugly things he saw in Lucius, that he sometimes also saw in himself. There were times when he had openly liftet the shields he tried to hide behind, and attempted to let his father in, but as he grew older these moments grew rarer.

The first time, when he had been six, and Lucius had silently entered his bedroom, his heart had shrunk with the fear that shot up in him, when he knew he had done something wrong. His father only came to him on such occasions.

He had closed his eyes hard, pretending to still be asleep as he should be. His back was against the door, so he could only feel when Lucius sat down on the bed.

He waited in darkness for Lucius to speak, wake hime up or turn on the lights. But he didn't. Draco had no idea how much time had passed when he suddenly felt a big hand resting softly on his arm. The first seconds he had been paralyzed with fear, but as the time went on and nothing happened, he began to relax more. Tried to keep his breath slow and steady as he had heard his mother sound, when she had fallen asleep in front of the big fireplace.

It had felt like hours before his father had liftet his hand of him and left the room. Draco had sighed a sigh of relief when he heard the door close.

Apart from the first and last, these occorunces had mixed themself together and flown into the stream of memories in Dracos mind. He couldn't remember the duration the visits had taken place over, weeks, months or years. Neither when Lucius presence in the room had changed from something scary to reassuring. The fear had grown into something nice and relaxing. In these moments, where his father hadn't been scolding or demanding, resting a warm protective hand on Draco, had been the only moments he could remember where he had felt like something else than a nuisance and like his father truly did care about him. Why else would he take time out of his neatly planned schedule to sit here by his apparently sleeping son.

He wasn't sure how many times his father had visited him nightly, he couldn't remember, and it had struck him that he actually may have been asleep sometimes when his father had been there. He wouldn't know. But the memories stood out to him, like something nice, warm and secret, those few moments where he had truly felt safe.

He did remember when the visits stopped. But again, he wouldn't understand the importance or implications of what he had heard that evening, until many years later. And that he perhaps should have been mor afraid than ever, in those moments.

He remembers the hand softly placed on his shoulder.

Draco almost twitched when Narcissa suddenly spoke, but he had supressed the chock, lying perfectly still, pretending to sleep.

"Don't touch him."

Lucius had obviously been surprised too,as the bed gently shoke as he turned around, quickly retracting his hand and probably facing the door where Narcissa stood.

"I can touch my son."

"I see how you look at him."

Lucius made a sound almost like a snort. "Please." He sounded amused and Narcissa didn't answer right away.

"I know what your father did to you and you will not do the same to my son. I will not let him be a victim of your narcissism. You are sick."

Draco stiffened.

Lucius stood up and the mattress liftet slightly. Draco could feel the tension grow as Lucius approached her. He didn't know what his mother had meant,but he knew what was coming next, as so many times could feel it. He closed his eyes harder shut.

The sound of a hand meeting naked flesh hard.

"You will never speak to me like that again,"Lucius snarled. " You are my wife and will treat me with the respect I deserve. " He had paused. "Do you understand?"

It felt like an eternity before she answered. "Yes."

"Don't question I love him."

Draco's heart had made a somersault. His father had never told him he loved him, only his mother, and that was already rarely.

But Narcissa had made a sound, almost like laughter. "No, I don't doubt that," she answered in a mocking voice

He hit her again and the sound made Draco squirm.

"Go to bed," Lucius demanded. He sounded like he always did, cold and aloof, like nothing had happened. The seconds had again ticked on, until he had finally heard a demonstratively reluctant sigh, and then the heels of his mother, slowly tacking down the corridor, dissappearing in the big mansion.

His father had stood there, for a long time, before he finally also had left the room, closing the door softly behind him.