Chapter three
The next morning, Draco awoke to the sounds of screaming. He jumped out of his bed and ran out and down the great stairs, stopping halfway when he saw a battle going on in the drawing room of his home.
There were seven unknown witches and wizards throwing curse after curse at his Aunt Bella. Bellatrix was hurling curse after curse back behind the drawing room sofa. His mother came running into the great entryway and screamed. His father was on the opposite side leaning against the wall and grinning.
"Lucius, how could you?" His mother screamed.
Just then, Bellatrix had disarmed one of the wizards and his wand flew and landed at Draco's feet. He picked it up and without a thought to his own safety, ran down the stairs into the thick of the battle. All he knew, is he wanted these wizards...nay... these butchers to die and leave his Aunt Bella in peace.
"Draco, no!" He heard his mother scream as he hurled the one and only curse he had ever heard at the closest witch he saw.
"Avada!..." He cried but could not finish as his father yanked the wand from his little hand and knocked him to the floor with the back of his hand.
Narcissa ran to her boy and slid into him, grabbing and hovering over to protect him from the flying curses.
Not long after, one of the wizards got lucky with a curse and caught Bella full in the face. She was down, and the battle was over. Draco tried to jump up but his mother had a terribly firm grip.
They hauled Bellatrix out without so much as a word and the manor was quiet once again.
"Aunt Bella!" Draco screamed, fighting in his mother's grasp.
"I will never forgive you for this, you bastard!" He heard his mother state coldly.
His father walked briskly up and yanked Narcissa up by her hair as she cried out in pain.
"Do not coddle the boy, witch, I do not yearn for him to turn out a...woman." He seethed as he looked at her with disgust. Lucius then dragged her, bent forward, tripping over her skirts and out of the drawing room, leaving a heartbroken, confused boy to weep silently on the cold floor.
Grown Draco's memories of childhood came flooding back in a torrential onslaught of remembered sights and sounds as he continued wretching into the loo. He knew now, the Shankill Butchers a myth that his Aunt fed him to spare him from the even more terrible truth. Aurors to take her to Azkaban for the unforgivable crimes she committed in the name of the Dark Lord's cause.
She was still there in fact, years later, and his father had joined her a few months back. It was now only his mother and him. He still couldn't shake the fact, though, that he had an orgasm while mother masturbated. What was wrong with him? If there were Shankill Butchers, they would surely come for him now. He took a few moments to quell his guilt ridden emotions before moving into his room and lying down.
Draco awoke once again to a mysterious sound. It was still a few hours before dawn, but the noise he heard was much different than the one that roused his sleep earlier. Water. Water pouring onto the floor in his loo.
'Fuck.' He thought to himself. 'I've gone and left the water on.'
Throwing the covers off, he spoke allowed.
"Mums gonna kill me."
He got up and walked toward the closed door of his lavatory and grasped the handle. When he opened the door, the sound died instantly and Draco peered into a completely clean, dry room.
"What the?..." He said aloud and stepped in and looked around.
Everything seemed to be in order as he walked to the sink and gazed in the mirror at his sleep deprived reflection. Draco opened the antique cabinet halfway hoping to find a sleeping draught. With one hand holding the mirrored cabinet door open, he leaned forward to peruse the phials that lined the shelves. He began to reach toward the one he sought when he heard water slosh out of his bathtub and onto the dry floor.
Draco froze, hand still holding onto the mirrored door. He slowly turned his head. The once empty bathtub was full to brimming over with bloody water, and the body of his aunt lay, unmoving, throat slashed wide, staring up with sightless eyes.
"Oh gods!" Draco cried and slammed shut the cabinet. He grabbed at the sink to keep his knees from buckling under him.
Suddenly, the bloody corpse of his aunt grabbed the sides of the porcelain, and with inhuman quickness, jerked toward him splashing dark red water all over the floor.
"I told you to mind your mother, little dragon." She gurgled as more blood seeped out through the open gash in her neck.
Draco screamed and quickly backed toward the exit, slipping on the wet floor, and falling into the arms of...
"You see, boy..." Came the grating voice of his father. "Now you see what happens to whores and naughty boys." He growled as he grabbed Draco by the throat, brandishing a large cleaver slick with his aunts blood.
Draco threw his elbow as hard as he could into Lucius' ribs. He connected solidly, and heard a grunt. The hand released him as Lucius doubled over. Draco sprinted out of the lavatory slamming the door behind him and ran from his room, away from the madness as fast as his legs could go.
He skidded to an abrupt stop outside his mother's bedchambers, and without knocking, flew inside and quickly shut the door behind him.
"Mum!" He screamed. "Wake up!"
"Lumos!" He heard her say. A light flared from her wand tip as she quickly sat up in bed. "Draco, what is it?" She asked, frightened. "Are you hurt!"
"No, mum... It's father! He's come back and he's killed Aunt Bella! She's dead in my bathtub and he's here! He's here, and now he wants to kill me!" He screamed frantically, kneeling down and shaking against the door.
Narcissa quickly got out of bed and knelt by her terrified son.
"Shhhh..." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. "It was a nightmare, dragon...That's all, just a nightmare. Both of them are in Azkaban."
"Mum, no!" He argued as he pulled away. I saw them both in my room just now! We have to go!"
"Draco, I promise, there is no one in your room." His mother said firmly. "Come now, I will prove it to you." She stood and held out her hand.
Draco looked up with fear in his eyes, but his mother's face was stoic. Perhaps it had been just a bad dream. He took a deep breath, grasped her hand and stood.
Narcissa moved to open the door when Draco stopped her.
"Keep your wand out, mum. Mine's in my room." He warned.
"As you wish, darling. But I assure you, you've nothing to fear." She reaffirmed.
She opened the door this time and moved out into the hallway. The wall sconces burned, casting shadows, and everything seemed quiet. Draco followed close as they made their way down the great hall to his room.
When they got there, the door was still open. Narcissa made to enter, but Draco stopped her.
"Please mum, be careful." He pleaded.
"I will be fine, son." She smiled as she caressed his face. "You will be fine."
They both entered his room and found it quiet. His bed, with ruffled covers was as he left it.
"See? Nothing here." She said eyebrows raised and pointing around.
"The loo mum. They were in the loo." He reminded, glancing toward the closed door.
"Ah, yes of course. Your father would be in there." She said more to herself than to Draco.
Narcissa walked toward the door while Draco rushed over to collect his wand from the bedside table. Before she opened the door, he made sure to be next to her.
His mother wasted no time, turned the handle and pulled the door open it creaked and bathed them both in light. Draco peered in and found, once again, a clean, dry area. He lowered his wand a bit and entered cautiously. Nothing was amiss or out of place.
"You see, my dragon? Just a nightmare." His mother whispered as she came up behind him and slipped her arms around his bare chest and softly kissing his back. Draco flushed, basking in her closeness, and she held him like that for a moment before pulling away.
"Now...It is terribly late, and we both need sleep. I suggest that you take yourself to bed." She stated.
Draco took a deep breath and moved around her, out the door and toward his bed. He sat down and she came up to him, pulling him to her in a tender embrace.
"Stay with me tonight. Please stay with me." He pleaded. "I need you."
"Of course, my sweet dragon." She breathed and bent down to kiss him.
The sweet kiss ended when Narcissa slightly parted her lips and barely darted her tongue out and over her son's bottom lip. Draco inhaled sharply and held his breath.
"I knew you were watching me earlier, darling. I saw the gift you left at my door." She said as she slowly pushed him back on the bed.
Draco flushed an angry red at her words.
"Mum...I...I...I'm so sorry." He said, ashamed, as his mother continued to push him down.
Narcissa climbed over him and straddled his stomach, bending over to kiss him once again. This time, he moaned in her mouth. As their tongues teased and tested, he felt her raise slightly and lift her nightgown up her thighs and out from under her backside. She settled back down slowly and Draco realized his mother was without knickers. Her warmth and wetness slicked against his stomach and it was she, this time, what keened in his mouth.
"Oh Dragon," She whispered against his lips, "I too have a gift for you."
She reach behind her and slowly released his achingly hard cock from his sleep pants. His mother kneeled up and edged backward. Raising onto her knees she reached down and gently grasped his cock, placing the tip of it into the sweet, hot wetness of her core.
"Oh, gods mum!" Draco groaned as his mother slowly impaled herself upon him.
She began grinding against him and he clutched onto her hips and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he heard his mother whimper. Draco opened his eyes and there, standing behind her, was his father, grinning sadistically. Before Draco could react, Lucius had grabbed the back of her hair and dragged his hellish cleaver across her throat. Draco screamed as the wound opened like a sick, mocking mouth and spilled his mothers blood all over his face and chest.
Draco continued to scream and Lucius laughed. His dead mother slumped over on top of him still impaled on his quickly shrinking cock.
"Draco!" His father yelled.
Draco screamed still.
"Draco!" His father yelled a second time.
"Draco! Wake up, love!"
He opened his eyes, fighting with his covers and squinting against the sunlight. He was bathed in tears and sweat, but there was no corpse, and no father. Only his very beautiful, very much alive mother hovering over him.
"Mum!" He cried. "Your alive!" Draco said as he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her into his bed.
"Draco, what on earth?" She cried out. "Of course I'm alive. Is there any conceivable reason I shouldn't be?" She said as she blushed a deep crimson and tried futilely to remove herself from his grasp.
As he held her fast, he explained the flashback of his childhood and the dream that accompanied it... most of it, anyway. Draco left out the parts that he felt would be...looked upon with disdain. As he told his mother, she ceased to tense in his arms and the exchange between them was reversed. By the end of his tale, it was she who was holding him.
"Oh sweet dragon, the Shankill Butchers was just a twisted tale your grandfather told us as girls. They don't exist." Narcissa explained, holding him to her.
"I know, mum. I know that now. But it was so real then. And my dream. You...he... He killed you!" Draco whispered with tears in his eyes. "It was so real!"
She held him tighter and began slightly rocking him.
"Well, it's over now, love. You have nothing to fear anymore. Your father is gone, and I am here." She soothed him. "What on earth happened last night to make you remember all this?" She asked.
Draco took a deep breath and pulled himself away to face her. She was so very beautiful, he thought. There was a long, silent pause as he stared at her beautiful lips. Without thinking, and without answering her question, he leaned in and kissed her.
She tasted so sweet, like new honey and his tongue was not his own as it darted inside to sample more. He heard a slight intake of breath and just the hint of a whimper when she quickly pushed him away.
"What are you thinking!" She cried as blood rushed to her face. "I am your mother, Draco!"
"Yes, and Aunt Bella is your sister!" He countered.
"What...What is that supposed to mean!" She asked breathlessly.
"I saw you, mum! When I was a boy! I saw you and her, and I didn't know what it was then, but I know what it was now!" He accused as he watched her face deepen in color.
Before she could say anything though, Draco continued.
"And not that it bothers me, because I know she loved you. And I know you loved her. But she's gone now, and I am here, and I love you!" He cried.
When Narcissa opened her mouth to reply, Draco put his hand to her mouth.
"No, wait! I'm not done!" He admonished as she raised her brows. "I would have died for you then, if you had so much as asked! I would die for you now! You and Aunt Bella have been the only people in my world that have ever made me feel that I wasn't just an heir to be groomed and beaten down. Father... He..." Draco paused and swallowed back tears. "Father tried to make me hate you, and I never would. I couldn't ever hate you."
Draco finally took a break in his tirade, completely sure that he had ruined everything between his mother and himself, when Narcissa leaned forward and laid her lips gently to his.
As she softly kissed him, it was Draco's turn to whimper softly. This whimper though, was as if a pup who had been abandoned had finally found its home.
His mother slowly broke off the kiss and gently dragged her teeth away from his bottom lip. Narcissa's face flushed from bottom to top, as she gazed at her son.
"Are you finished?" She asked quietly.
Not but a moment passed between them, a space of a heart beat, the tick of a clock and Draco realized it was the sum of all his experiences that made him into the man he was. His father, the butcher of his worst nightmares, had unknowingly groomed him for this very moment. The wealth and the darkness were never Draco's birthright. His blood demanded something different. Something extraordinary. The birthright of the young Malfoy had always ever been the goddess kneeling before him. The prince had finally become the king.
"I think I've only begun, mother." Draco whispered, leaning into her and edging her down into his bed.
He nudged himself between her thighs and she opened for him gracefully. He held himself above her, his hands on either side of her shoulders. Draco paused, looking at the woman below him. His beautiful conquest raised her hips ever so slightly and grazed his aching cock. He sucked in through his teeth and let out a low growl in her ear. Draco could feel her smile to herself and it pleased him to know this woman, his witch mother, could teach him much more than any young girl.
"I want inside you, mother." He stated, breath rasping in his mouth and grinding softly into her.
"You will have your way, darling, as soon as I have mine." She said as she put her hands on the side of his face and began pushing him down.
Draco knew what she wanted, and smiled.
"As you wish, witch." He grinned as he ducked between her legs.
'Gods she smells good', he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.
She lifted up slightly when his mouth brushed the velvet skin of her center. He drew back ever so slightly and snaked his tongue to split the folds of her cunt. Oh and how wet she had become.
"Oh Gods, son!" She cried as her hips bucked. "Please!"
"Please what, mother?" Draco grinned in spite of himself.
"Goddesses sweet milk, dragon, put your mouth on it!" She cried, grabbing his hair and pulling him down into her.
He was surprised at his mother's words. If he had spoken such things he would surely get a quick pop in the mouth. However, his surprise didn't last long as his face was assailed by her wetness. He dove in without reservation.
He quickly found the place that made every girl, and woman, completely mad. Working with his tongue and mouth, he began to feel her tense.
"Oh Gods, Draco, you've a mouth like Bella's!" Narcissa cried as she came down her son's throat.
Draco stayed, drinking her in, until she gently pushed him away. He crawled up to her and watched for a moment as she caught her breath. Her eyes were closed, and he felt a sense of accomplishment as she peeked at him through half opened lids.
"I won't ask where on earth you learned to do that." She said with a raised brow.
"Am I getting in trouble for pleasing you?" He asked half grinning.
"No, dragon." She said as she smiled wistfully and leaned into his chest, breathing deeply.
"Since when did you start bathing with sandalwood?" She asked.
He leaned over her and nudged her on her back, wedging his leg in between hers. Like water, both soft and hard, his cock lay on her thigh.
"Since I heard you liked that scent on...men." He answered, grinning.
"Men." She chucked. "You, my sweet dragon, are not a man...yet." Narcissa said.
He followed through and nudged himself between her legs. His cock rested between her legs. Just a sight push, and he would be inside her.
"Would you care to make a wager, mother?" He asked as he pushed himself inside.
"Oh gods!" She cried as her hand inadvertently flew to his hip. "Slow, my dragon, slow!"
He bent forward and kissed her to give her time to take him. Any snide remark about him being a man, died on his lips as he saw the goddess before him spread and willing to take him in. He slowly and deeply entered her and it was like hot velvet on his hardness. Home. Home was where his heart and his cock found that beautiful morning.
Oh he fucked her. He pumped in and out and sweated as she keened and cried into him. He fucked her like no other. She was both his whore and his queen with the things she spoke. His witch mother, in heat, cried words of pleasure and pain...Words of passion and sin. They both prayed at the alter of oblivion and found each other in the torrid, torrential downpour of time lost and salvation gained.
"Mum...I'm gonna cum." He panted. "Can I cum inside you?"
"Yes, baby... Fill me!" She cried.
"Oh gods, mum!" Draco cried.
He pumped once...twice...thrice, and spent himself inside. She took him...all of him and found her peace. Her sister's place had been taken by the man that had finally proven himself to her. His devotion had come full circle.
He lay atop her, catching his breath as he pulled himself out. They laid next to each other, without words, without guilt and finally at peace within themselves.
They lay there together for a time when unexpectedly there was a loud clatter at the side of the bed. Draco jumped up and Narcissa quickly scooted over. He looked over the side of his bed to see what had made the noise. There, on the ground, lay a beautiful, silver, shining cleaver in the morning sun.
