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A strange mist had spread around in Malfoy Manor since the day they danced. It became too clear to any of them ignore what was happening but the truth was still too harsh to allow them to proceed, each one too afraid of offending the other to make a move.
As with any other event, however, their lives kept going. With the Malfoy name more stained than the teeth of a troll, none of them enjoyed outdoor activities and Draco and Narcissa had accepted a life of reclusion, at least until people could forget what happened and retake their proper manners.
They took breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner together, everything always made up by elfs – the prestige of their name could have disappeared, but their wealth didn't. Life inside the Mansion was comfortable and depressive enough to keep them both in a resigned state.
That is, until the dance and the kiss changed it.
Now there was always something lingering between them, picking like a rock in a shoe, not quite tangible but strong enough to make a presence. Draco's nights somehow only got worse and, despite he haven't heard Narcissa crying since then, her face showed her sleep wasn't getting any better. He wondered if it was his duty, as a man, to show her his unnatural interest or if it was his duty, as a son, to wait for her to take a position herself.
Maybe, and the thought persisted in his mind, he was only delirious. Maybe she was being weak and regretted returning the kiss. Or maybe she wanted him. The doubt was eating the young man alive and he let the impetuous side of himself (influence of the Black's blood, his father would certainly say) surface during a silent breakfast.
He took her hand as soon as she landed the cup of tea onto the table, giving her no space to run. Draco watched her eyes dart all over the table, the room, his white shirt, his lips; everywhere except his eyes and he took her hand to his lips, placing a kiss on it. Her fingers trembled.
"Mother, you know I want to make you happy, I know there's something bothering you, something… Odd. Whatever you think it should be done, whatever I can do to change it, just tell me and I'll do it." He meant to give her space to retrieve her hand and push him away, give him an angry stare, reject him - Draco could deal with rejection. He only wanted to things return to normal, wanted to finally understand what was truly going on, even if that meant being scolded by his mother.
Narcissa finally stared his eyes and there it was again, that thing oppressing, screaming, burning hot and cold. Her son looked very much like Lucius but he was so himself, so painfully Draco that she hated herself again for wanting him. Narcissa hated herself, hated her life and above all, hated what she had become.
But Draco loved her, it was screaming on his silver eyes, and she needed his love.
"I'm lonely, Draco, that's all." Her voice came weaker than she would like but nothing else worked how she would like and she grew to accept this reality.
"You don't have to be lonely, mother, I'm here for you. I'll always be." His voice was contrasting with the strength of his hand, entwining fingers with hers, getting the courage he needed with a deep breath. "You have me. You could have all of me, if you wanted."
Her eyelashes fluttered but she didn't break the eye contact – Draco did. He allowed his eyes to go down on her chin and stop at her neck, her throat moving as if a word wanted to come out but she was swallowing it. He could smell how she felt afraid and tempted to give in, how she wanted not wanting and he knew too well how that felt. Never letting her hand go, Draco raised another hand to her pale and soft neck, caressing the skin with a ghost of a touch, making her eyes shut.
"You made me." His voice was modified by a thin smile and Narcissa opened her eyes again, something aching on her chest. "I owe you everything, mother. I'll do, I'll be anything you want."
She didn't smile back. Her body ever so slowly inclined in his direction maybe conducted by that faint touch in her skin, maybe powered by itself, and she wanted him, nothing else.
"You owe me nothing, Draco." The corner of her lips curved a little, sadly, and she knew he was the only thing left for her, the only person to whom she could come back; perhaps the only one that could save her from her dark pitch of melancholy. "But I still…" The seconds of silence lasted an eternity to his ears, his heart thumping painfully, and she looked from his eyes to his lips. "I want."
If there was any other woman, Draco would have clashed his lips on hers and fought a battle of tongues and teeth without thinking any further, but he couldn't. He had to hold a grin to kiss her again, pressing soft and carefully against her and letting his hand take her nape to pull her closer.
It wasn't necessary. Narcissa sighed, not really believing in what was happening until the moment Draco's tongue asked for passage, brushing on her red lips. His mouth was warmer than any human being had to right to be and she whimpered a tiny sound, hoping he hadn't heard her, feeling her face blush like a stupid teenager. She shouldn't, a voice repeated in her mind over and over, but she wanted.
Her long hand touched his shoulder again and Draco sighed this time, breaking the kiss to stand up and silently ask her to go with him. Narcissa complied and before she took notice, he was pushing her onto a wall, one hand in the back of her head to protect her from the impact, the other still entwined on hers. It had been so many years since the last time someone held her like that she was trying to remember if it had always felt that good.
Draco was completely, absolutely sure he was going to wake up at any moment from this wonderful dream and sit on his cold bed alone. But he dwelled on her mouth again and this time she opened up, tongue brushing and caressing his, a hand holding his hair, more pliant and wanting than in any dream he had before. It was true, and he opened his eyes in the middle of the kiss just to be sure.
His hands traveled to her waist, holding her, and they seemed long and big in Narcissa's opinion. She loved that feeling. The soft hums coming from the back of her throat were messing with Draco a little more than he wanted, his kiss getting slower but more intimate, his body reacting by itself as he rocked ever so subtly on her.
Narcissa had no idea how much time they stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, kissing and caressing each other almost sweetly, but it felt like years – wonderful years. Her brain was slowly turning into a useless and irrational organ as she rocked her hips forward, humming and tucking Draco's hair. Her son's hair, something said very far away, and she chuckled inside of the kiss. If she was supposed to care about that now, after those kisses, after the horrendous doom that her life turned into, she was going to disappoint.
Heaven was it, Draco had decided with the few thinking power left on him. The last thing he wanted was to push too far, to scare his mother away with anything, but her body and the tiny muffled sounds she was making were getting him insane. He moved his hands slowly, almost tortuously, down to brush her hips and when she bucked unconsciously, he hummed rocking against her more intensely.
Her lips left his when she gasped, fingers crushing his biceps, and suddenly Narcissa was struggling for some air. Draco stared at her with some hesitancy staining his clear eyes and she felt the need to reassure him surging again.
"It's wonderful," She breathed the words out, trying to stay still but not being able to. "You're wonderful."
"You are, mother." He replied with his mouth on her neck and the word simply slipped out, not right or wrong, just existing. Kissing the flesh lightly, Draco got a bit embarrassed to realize he was actually rocking his hard-on on her, not sure of when he got the hard-on. But she wasn't exactly complaining; in fact, she was melting on the wall, slipping onto his hands and stretching her neck to give him better access.
She was heaven, he thought letting the tip of his tongue dart over her skin, making her shake slightly. The gown was too thin to stop her from feeling clearly his hands when he dared to slide them up and brushed her breasts only with his thumbs, always afraid of a reprimand.
Narcissa's knees weakened and she clung onto the man, fingers and nails and teeth scraping his lips trying to hold on, to not lose her mind completely. How long she hadn't been touched like that? Like if she was a goddess, the most valuable thing in universe. Draco's thumbs brushed over her nipples and she literally moaned, the sound reverberating in the room, making him unbelievably hard.
She could feel the flames spreading in her body starting everywhere he was touching her; the shiver his first bite in her sensitive skin provoked, his fingers working carefully and skillfully in her breasts, his cock hard and unyielding over her tummy. He was tall, one head taller than her, and thanks to that his hips didn't met hers on the spot she needed to.
"Draco…" Narcissa whispered without realizing, her hands stroking and grabbing him everywhere she could reach, and he bit her again. "Ah, fuck…"
Draco didn't allow himself to stop because of the surprise; he had heard his mother swear, all of his life, probably once or twice. In fact, that unexpected reaction only aroused him more, making him rut onto her with more greed, his lips sucking a dark mark on her impeccably white skin. The need was killing him at the same time he didn't want to stop, never.
She was losing her mind and she knew that, but it was too late to stop the process. Narcissa got on tiptoes trying to get the friction she needed, the contact she craved for, and Draco needed only a few seconds to realize what his mother was trying to do. With some remorse, his hands left their task and went directly to her ass, pulled her long gown up, held her thighs and pushed her up and on the wall.
Another long moan left her lips while she wrapped her legs around him, locking him and rutting against his cock. She was struggling to breathe again, feeling trapped, pressed and wanted, drowning on his and her own desire. His hands used the opportunity to squeeze her ass, drowning another moan from her and that was it for her.
"Draco, enough, please." Narcissa's hands scraped down his shirt, opening it apart harshly and making buttons fly everywhere. Her hands were so delicate touching his skin Draco let himself get lost in the sensation but it only lasted until her nails took place and marked him neck to groin, making him buckle harder. She was lighter than he supposed, because he managed to keep her up with one hand under her thigh while the other returned to play with her nipple.
They met again in a kiss, this time a violent one, and Narcissa's hands went for his pants, stroking his cock from over it just a moment before she opened the buttons and took the prickle in her warm hand.
"Oh God, oh…" Draco mumbled inside of the kiss, his own hand instinctively reaching to touch her cunt over her knickers. His fingers slipped under the elastic sideways making him grunt when the felt her wetness and that was it for him.
The man lifted her up just a little more, just enough to push the knickers aside and place the tip of his cock into her opening. He entered her painfully and wonderfully slow, Narcissa burying her nails on his shoulders and opening her mouth in the prettiest oh Draco had ever seen in his life. She was the prettiest woman in the whole fucking world.
Their hands were shaking, clawing at each other when he withdrew only to push again, her legs completely tight around his body, almost as tight as her cunt. Draco kissed her again and she was ravishing his mouth with her tongue, tucking his hair, dying in his arms.
"More," Was the only thing Narcissa managed to speak without breaking the kiss, "More, Draco, please…"
He wanted to make her happy. The young man obeyed, thrusting against her while all of her body reacted with an insane intensity and he was losing it thrust by thrust, trying to keep control, trying to stay calm. I owe her, he thought in amidst of the waves of pleasure, I can't finish before her.
Regaining a little will power, he put good use to his free hand sending it to tease her nipple again, this time pushing the cleavage of her gown down and touching the skin directly. Narcissa whined and squirmed, being crushed against the wall and loving every single moment of it, needing, wanting, burning.
"Harder." Her voice cracked and Draco asked a faint what, his mouth already on her earlobe, nipping and sucking. "Harder!"
She didn't knew if she was asking or commanding, pleading or ordering, her voice embarrassingly pitch-toned. None of it, however, mattered; not with Draco driving wildly inside of her, his hand on her breast teasing the hardened nub, his lips on her ear making her shiver, sucking and kissing and whispering promises of how he would make her happy, how he loved her, how he would fuck her good, how he wanted her to come for him.
She did, hard, moaning and contorting herself onto him while she died for some moments lost in the shocks of the orgasm.
The sight of Narcissa lost in delirium and the feeling of her cunt clenching lightly in waves around him sent Draco to his edge in few seconds. He started to come while she was going back, desperate and needy holding her, whispering her name while she tucked his hair and kissed his face.
When Draco came down of the haze, his mother was trying to stabilize her breathe, her face flushed and lips swollen, looking incredibly peaceful. He kissed her again and again and when she motioned to put her feet on the ground, he held her tights in place not letting her go.
"Don't you think we need a bath, mother?" His voice was no much more than a whisper and she smiled, taking off the hair wet by sweat glued in his forehead. A dark guilty was starting to stab her as she came back to her mind and Draco kissed her again, noticing the shadow on her eyes. "Should we go to the bathroom?"
"I guess so." He left the wall gripping her firmly but she couldn't avoid holding onto him instinctively afraid of falling. Draco carried her walking slowly, chuckling against her neck as she closed her eyes, tears threatening to burst again.
"I would never let you fall, mother." She shivered, not quite from cold nor from desire. The man whom she bathed countless times was carrying her to the bath, not because she was feeble, but because she was weak. Somehow, Narcissa felt the last string where the normality of her life hung being broken.
"Darling, what are we doing?" She murmured idly in the way and he only stopped to look her when he reached the sumptuous bathroom, letting her in the ground. How could he explain her what had no rational explanation?
"Living." His bright smile did nothing to relieve the tense look in her face. Draco kissed the corner of her mouth. "Loving." She looked him back smiling a little bit, only a little bit, as if his happiness combined with his words could cheer her up for some moments.
He kissed her again and she let – more than that, she truly liked it – and they undressed to take a bath hoping that for the day, just for the day, they could feel a little taste of true joy in their ruined lives.
They did.
