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Two years later...

"Happy birthday, Draco!"

Smiling, Narcissa took off the makeshift blindfold - one of her prized Hermes scarves - from her son's eyes. Her smile widened as Draco stared at the cake before him, a magnificent concoction covered in swirls of chocolate frosting and decorated with chocolate macaroons and fresh strawberries.

"It's gorgeous!" Draco declared.

Beside him and seated in her high chair, little Denise clapped and squealed in delight. She was fifteen months old, a true Malfoy with fine white blond hair, porcelain skin and light grey eyes.

Draco leaned over and held her plump little hands in his, clapping them together as his parents sang the birthday song to him. At the end, he pressed kisses to both her palms before straightening back. Picking up the beribboned silver knife, he made a wish and sank the blade into the icing.

As Lucius and Denise clapped, Narcissa summoned a house elf to start cutting up the cake. Draco would want two huge slices at least and Lucius one. She decided she would only share a small piece with Denise. A woman her age would put on weight just by looking at such a decadent dessert.

For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard were small noises of approval, words of praise for the cake and Denise's happy babbling as her mother fed her. Draco finished eating first, sighing in satisfaction as he put down his dessert fork. He wiped the chocolate icing from his lips and smiled at Narcissa.

"Thank you, mother, that was delicious. May I ask what are your plans this afternoon?"

When Narcissa turned towards Lucius, Draco did the same. "Father?"

In answer, Lucius reached for Narcissa's hand and raised it to his lips, smiling into her eyes.

"I am entirely at your mother's disposal, Draco," he said gallantly.

Narcissa gave a pleased smile and stood up. She wiped Denise's mouth clean and kissed her forehead before lifting her out from her high chair.

"Bell," she called, summoning her personal house elf. "Please prepare Denise for her afternoon nap."

"Yes, my lady." Bell trotted off with the little girl who waved at Lucius and Draco as they blew her kisses.

As soon as the former two were safely out of earshot, Narcissa smiled at the latter two, a pretty pink flush on her cheeks.

"My only plan this afternoon consists of burning the calories from that delicious cake," she told them.

Lucius stood up at once, the look of feigned concern on his face contrasting with the hungry way his eyes swept over her figure.

"I should do the same," he conceded. "I ate a much bigger piece than you did."

The sound of a pointed throat clearing made them turn to Draco, who had also stood up.

"What about me?" he asked plaintively. "I ate twice as much as you did, father."

"True," Lucius replied with a smirk, his eyes gleaming. "In that case, son, mind you exert yourself twice as hard."

Laughing, Narcissa linked her arms with both of them. "In that case, shall we?"

"Indeed we shall," Lucius agreed and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Not to be outdone, Draco did the same on her other side and then the three of them left the dining room arm in arm. As they made their way up the grand marble staircase. Narcissa found her thoughts going back to that fateful night two years ago...

An hour after their return from Riddle Manor, the three Malfoys were seated on the plush leather sofa in Lucius' study, a roaring fire in the hearth before them. They had all taken hot, thorough baths and Calming Draughts and in Draco's case, a Pain Reliever as well.

Seeing Draco's teary eyed gaze fixed on the leaping flames before him, Narcissa slid an arm around his waist and hugged him close.

"Don't blame yourself, love," she said and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "What happened was not your fault."

"It was mine," Lucius said from Draco's other side, his voice bitter with regret. "I was the one who put both of you through that ordeal."

"No, Lucius. It was the Dark Lord who did that, not you," Narcissa countered.

Instead of being placated, Lucius jumped up and spun around to face them, his lips a thin line of disgust.

"How can you say that, Cissy?" he burst out. "It was because of me you two were summoned and humiliated before everyone! It was because of me that Draco - that he-"

"That I raped my own mother, you mean?" Draco choked out.

Narcissa quickly shook her head and grabbed hold of both their hands before turning to Draco.

"I told you before, you had no choice," she said urgently. "If you hadn't complied, the Dark Lord would have gotten someone else and I... I would have wanted to die."

She gave a little shudder of disgust as she imagined someone else between her legs, hands pinning her down and cruel lips sneering at her. Dolohov perhaps. Or Carrow. Or Crabbe. Anyone of them would have delighted in violating her and making the most of it. And Bella would have been looked on and cackled, beside herself with glee.

"Trust me, Draco. I much preferred it was you than anyone else," she repeated.

When he kept silent with his head down, she turned to Lucius, silently imploring him with her eyes to intervene. Lucius nodded and went to kneel down in front of Draco, his knee creaking again.

"Draco, Look at me." Lucius waited until the boy raised his head hesitantly before continuing, "Your mother is right. I, too, could not have borne to have another man touch her." He swallowed. "Better you, our son, our own flesh and blood, than someone else who would have just used her for the Dark Lord's satisfaction and his own."

Under his father's steady gaze, the guilt in Draco's eyes slowly gave way to tentative relief, but his cheeks remained flushed with shame.

"But I enjoyed it, father," he whispered. "I - I enjoyed touching mother..." he broke off and squirmed in his seat, likely remembering what he had done earlier. Certainly more than mere touching.

Lucius shook his head and grasped Draco's shoulders.

"Physical gratification was inevitable. It was with your mother, but it was also your first time touching a woman and learning the delights of her body. Even I who have never been intimate with anyone save your mother, who have never taken an interest in a male, was... not unmoved while claiming your body."

Draco wasn't the only one with pink cheeks now. Narcissa knew the three of them were recalling how Lucius had found his satisfaction while buried deep inside his son and how he had given Draco his as well, using his hand. The memory of those strong convulsions shaking them both as they hovered above her, joined at the hips, made something twist inside her stomach, something that if she was honest with herself, wasn't disgust or revulsion.

Taking a deep breath, Draco nodded, forcing himself to hold his father's gaze .

"I - I thought you wanted to punish me," he admitted in a low voice.

"No. I know I hurt you, Draco, and I apologise, but I never considered it your punishment," Lucius promised. "I only did as the Dark Lord ordered because I feared he would get someone else who would have hurt you more."

Draco just stared at him, biting his lip and then he burst out, "But how is it you were hard enough to take me? Did you - did you cast a spell on yourself?"

Narcissa turned to stare 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 then pleasuring her between her legs and 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."

As they made their way to the master bedroom, Narcissa's lip curled in disdain. Voldemort had lost then and he hadn't even known it. He had hoped to punish Lucius by breaking them, by destroying their marriage and their family, but they were much stronger than he knew. Yes, they had lost their dignity and Draco had lost his innocence, but they had never lost each other.

In fact, Voldemort's punishment had made their family even stronger than before. No one knew Lucius had been rendered sterile by a stray curse during the first war, not long after Draco was born. After spending a lot of gold, time and effort abroad, he and Narcissa had despaired of ever having a second child, but thanks to the Dark Lord's machinations that night, they were gifted them with the daughter they had longed for.

If Draco ever suspected Denise was not his biological sister, he never mentioned it. He had been almost as besotted as Lucius was, taking every opportunity to pat the gentle swell of Narcissa's stomach and talk to the tiny being within, and was the perfect older brother from the moment Denise was born

That was not the only change in the Malfoys' lives, of course. The other was an ongoing series of delightful romps in the large master bedroom where the large bed there was put to very good use. Lucius enjoyed watching his wife and son as much as Narcissa enjoyed watching her husband and son. And as for Draco, he reveled in the devoted attention of both his parents.

THE END

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