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ADULT THEMES AND SOME MILD ADULT LANGUAGE.
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Harry Potter and all related characters are the property of JK Rowling
This story alone, is my creation.
This chapter is dedicated to Orbthesela, she'll understand why.
Chapter 11: Twisted Roads.
"The road of life twists and turns and
no two directions are ever the same.
Yet our lessons come from the journey,
not the destination."
Don Williams, Jr
They laid there, frozen. Draco's arms went rigid around her, his long intake of breath and exhale blew past her ear. She could see his wide eyes in the window. She wondered who was in the room, the door hadn't opened since he had entered so if there was someone in the room they had been there all along. The thought made her feel sick, someone had been watching them, watching them make love. She shivered at the idea that they were being spied on by one of the Order, it could only be one of them, they were the only one's who knew where they were.
Draco's naked arse suddenly felt cold, the hair running down the base of his spine stood to attention and he wondered who had come in. Pansy would surly still be knocked out so it had to be someone who had just arrived. Blaise wouldn't' have walked in on them, he was on his own side of the house, why would he come here? He held Granger tight, he wasn't sure if they should move or not, and if they did, how would they get to their wands before being hit by who ever was behind them? He knew his trousers were on the floor just beside the desk.
"I shan't ask again, what are you both doing naked on my desk?" The cold voice sent shivers through both of them. Draco had a vague recollection of the voice but he couldn't put a name to it. "As you wish, I shall return."
"Wait." Draco had no choice, he had no idea where this person was going to go and should anyone find out he was here it could cause a lot of problems. "Who are you?"
"How dare you be so presumptuous as to ask whom I am." The anger resounded through every word. "I am the master of this house. I am..."
"Sirius Black." Draco turned over, leaving a hand on Hermione so she wouldn't follow him. "I'm sorry, Uncle." Draco tried to keep his front away from the man stood in the portrait on the back wall.
"Uncle? You are not my nephew, you look nothing like a Black."
Draco knew they were just dark shapes against the window, he would have to turn round and put the lights on before Sirius could see him properly. He had to slip off the table and get his clothes, and Granger's. He had to be careful, the moonlight through the window may be making both of them into dark silhouettes but one wrong move and Sirius would see a black shape he may not be pleased with. Slowly sliding down the table Draco rubbed past Granger and it felt so nice, if it wasn't for his ancestor watching them he might consider trying again. As he slipped onto the floor Draco bent over to pick up their clothes from the floor.
Hermione lay there, she didn't' dare move, who was Sirius? It couldn't be Harry's god father, not in the Black Family Manor. She knew Sirius was related to Draco but it a very distant relationship, rather like Ron and Draco. Her breathing was slowing as she started to calm down and her nightgown dropped into her face. 'Thank Merlin.' She thought as she sat up to pull her gown on but in the rush she didn't think about the moonlight coming in the window beside her.
"By Merlin. Illumis."
The large crystal chandelier in the center of the room erupted to life. Hermione quickly slid off the desk and let her gown drop down over her naked body. Draco wasn't so lucky, he still hadn't found his boxer shorts or trousers. Grabbing his shirt from his feet he covered his groin. They both looked at the aged Sirius Black who was looking out at them from the portrait. He eyed them with shock. Hermione moved closer to Draco.
"Draco Malfoy?" Sirius was eyeing Draco with suspicion. He wasn't sure if this was his great great great nephew or not, it had been so long since he had seen him. "Who is this?" His gaze fell on Hermione who was trying to hide behind Draco.
"This is Hermione Granger." Draco motioned his head towards Granger who stood behind him.
"Pleased to meet you mister Black." She gave a little curtsy in hopes that being respectful would dispel the tension. "Draco has mentioned you on several occasions."
"He has?" Sirius raised an eye brow.
"I have?..." He looked at her, the look in her eyes was easy to read. "Oh, yes, I have." Draco turned back to the portrait. "Uncle, I am sorry for intruding, I didn't realise there were any portraits in this part of the house." Draco eyed his trousers which were just behind Hermione.
"And that gives you the right to go around this house, having sexual intercourse where you wish?" Sirius did not seem happy at this idea, probably the thought that his once grand home was now no more than a glorified bordello did not appeal to him. "If you must satisfy yourself with your girlfriend in such a way, please do it in a more private room. Even your father knew better than to do anything outside Narcissa's room."
He didn't know which was worse, having Sirius say Granger was his girlfriend or being told Lucius and his Mother had had sex in this house. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, he knew Granger was looking at him waiting for him to correct Sirius, but he couldn't, what was he going to say? 'Oh, this isn't my girlfriend. It's just the girl I'm having casual sex with? My ex-girlfriend's asleep in the other room.' Draco wondered what kind of reaction that would get. "I'm sorry uncle, may I get dressed?" Draco dropped his head to indicate his naked body. He saw the old man smile on one side of his face as if he was delighting in the embarrassment of his great nephew.
"If you wish, I see no reason why my being here would stop you." Sirius raised an eyebrow, Draco wasn't telling him the total truth, something in his words had given a hint at a lie or a half truth. "After all, you must get dressed and undressed in front of portraits all the time."
Hermione hadn't thought about it before but Sirius was right, there was portraits all over in the wizarding world, at least once in her time in this world she must have gotten undressed in front of one. The thought that she had been watched made her feel sick. From the tension visually raising in Draco he hadn't thought about this either. Bending over she picked up his boxer shorts and trousers. "Maybe we should go back to your room?" She whispered. She watched him nod and then they slowly made there way across the room. Making their goodbyes to Sirius they left the room.
Fidelis appeared by the fireplace and looked round the room for his master. The elfs wide eyes, scanned the quiet room, light conversation buzzed in the air. Seeing the high backed chair facing the window and the young brown haired girl looked tearful as he walked over. "Master Harry, Master Harry.. She's gone... she's gone to see..."
"Quiet, Fidelis." Waving his hand to silence the elf, Harry turned back to Victoria who was sat with a cup of tea wrapped in her hands. Her face red and puffy. "Vicky, it's not your fault, he knew what he was getting into when he went there."
"That's not the point Harry and you bloody well know it." She placed her cup down on the table, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "It's not fair, it shouldn't be like this."
Tapping his cigarette ash into the glass ashtray Harry faced her. "Vicky, Oliver can look after himself, and we both know it."
"Look after himself, I know he can normally, but he's been taken by Lucius Malfoy." She stood up and walked toward the fire place. Fidelis jumped out of the way and hid behind Harry's chair. "I can't bare it, Harry, I just can't." Bursting into tears she sank to the floor.
Harry quickly got up and walked round to her. "Get me a hanky." He said to Fidelis as he passed. Putting his arms round Victoria he tried to sound comforting and supportive. "Come on now, Vicky. We've seen a lot of our friends go into battle and I've never seen you this upset, are you that scared of loosing him?"
"That's the problem Harry." Fidelis appeared with a crack and handed Victoria a lace handkerchief. "Thank you." She took it and dabbed her eyes. "If he dies I'll never forgive myself."
Harry wasn't sure what was wrong, Fidelis was hopping up and down on the spot now he looked like a bouncing elf and about fit to burst.
"Fidelis, enough." The elf stopped and sank back into a corner, Harry had never shouted at him before. "Vicky, what's wrong?"
"I don't care." Her tears began to run down her cheeks again, thick and fast. Her sobs shook her body. Harry held onto her, she didn't seem like she was going to stop. "I don't care about Oliver, Harry. All I can think about, is that fucking bastard of a black, Slytherin."
Harry was shocked, he had never heard Victoria being racist. Never mind saying she didn't care about Oliver, she had said that a few times when they had argued or he had gone away with his team and not given her a goodbye shag but this, to say she didn't care about him because of Blaise Zabini, and to call him a black. Harry held her tight, he had no idea what to say, what could he say?
"Vicky, you don't know what you're saying, you're scared and worried. You don't know..."
"Yes I do, and that's worse. Oh, Harry I think I've let myself fall in... in love with Blaise Zabini."
They carried the still breathing body of Oliver out of the room as Lucius walked in. Histwisted frame cloaked in the rags that flowed round him like water. The interrogator was still stood in the center of the room cleaning his instruments. He didn't see Lucius enter and turned round in shock when Lucius spoke.
"What did you discover?" His voice sounded almost like a whisper.
"He knows nothing, but he seems to have connection to the Potter boy." He wiped a stained cloth over a blade to clean the blood from it.
"This is regrettable." Lucius turned to leave. "I see no further use for you."
The interrogator turned sharply, had he just heard that right? "No further use for me?" He watched as Lucius waved his hand and the room became dark, something was in the room with him, he could feel the joy being pulled from him. Who was this man that looked like death, what had he done? It was getting cold, so very cold. He felt the happiness being sucked out his heart, everything that made him happy was vanishing, all the work he'd done, all the people he had extracted information from, those wonderful memories were fading from his mind. He screamed as he fell to the floor. His life was draining from him, he could feel it leave. He cold air was seeping into his body, his eyes closed as he fell to the floor. Who was the ghost of man who had waved a hand and ended his life? He could feel cold lips upon his, freezing cold lips.
Lucius walked down the corridor listen to the Demontors sucking the life from the muggle who had been useful at one time. Drifting up the stairs he thought of her, his lovely wife who waited for him there. She had not touched him since her arrival. He would give her time, they had both changed. Passing down the oak lined corridor Lucius thought of the son he had lost. The boy who was so ready to follow in his footsteps but had now forsaken that path for another. Lucius wasn't sure if he could cry or even if he would if he could? Draco, the fruit of his own loins was now no better than a muggle, no he was worse. He was a muggle lover, like that retched bane of the family, Sirius, and like Sirius, Draco had run, run away to Europe with his boy friend, Blaise Zabini with the help of Potter, but Lucius knew he would find him, find him and kill him. Draco Malfoy would die before this was over, all the muggle lovers and mudbloods would see the fires rise first hand. He just needed to know where the last wand had been hidden.
Opening the door to his once grand bedroom he looked at his wife, she was as radiant as she had been all those years ago on that balcony where he had cajoled her for her smoking. Her long black dress hugged her in all the right places. Her blonde hair hung down her back, it's slight curl sending it in waves. He reached out his bony hand and touched the soft locks, he could see her shiver as he ran his hand down her hair and onto her back.
He looked at her in the mirror, her eyes closed he could see the revulsion on her face and it pained him. His own wife who had once loved him so much that she alone had made him the man he was could, now, no longer look upon him without screaming at the monster he had become.
Closing his hand in a fist he slammed it into the mirror, shard of glass ripped his soft flesh open, blood trickled out and slowly dropped onto the floor. Narcissa stood up and walked over, she seemed to be in her own world. She did not look upon his face but, pulling a handkerchief from the table she wrapped his hand. Her warmth permeated his skin and he felt it in his heart, the warmth of love. She still loved him, but did she? He knew it wasn't what he was she loved it was what he had once been. Turning to face her he ran his fingers through her hair.
"I will be your husband again my darling, one day soon I will be the man you love."
Leaving her standing in the middle of the room Lucius flowed out of the room, he would have Rabastian and Rodolphus leave now. He would have them go to the one person left alive who would know where the wand would be. Lucius had thought on this for many hours while his dear wife slept. The ministry knew everything that went on in England and so it lead, reasonably, that the head of the ministry would know where the wand was kept.
Flowing quickly down the stairs he looked back at the door of his room, his dear wife was stood at the door, she looked at him as if she was looking through him. He would have her returned to him, he would return to glory again and the minister would help him or he would die.
Turning to the drawing room Lucius passed the entrance to the back rooms, the entrance to the kitchens. He could hear someone talking, the voice sounded urgent but hushed. Turing towards the back rooms Lucius burned with the thought that someone had dared to enter his home unannounced. The rooms were dark now, his eyes saw in misty shades and needed no light now. The once grand home of the great Malfoy family was now black and empty but that gave no one the right to enter without his leave. The fire of hatred burned in him as he approached the south sitting room door.
Blasting his way through the door, his wand ready and Avada Kedavra on his shrunken, dried lips he stopped at the sight of Lucretia Zabini stood with Yaxley. Her face worried but defiant. Her long dress sparkling in the light of the chandelier. One of Narcissa's oldest friends and still a follower of the dark ways, no matter if she openly admitted it or not. "What are you doing here Lucretia?" Lucius drifted toward her, Yaxley backed off as the pungent aroma of decaying flesh filled the room.
"I have news, my Lord." She lowered herself a little as Lucius neared. She knew all to well that he had no hang ups about killing one of his own, never mind her. A woman who openly defied him and renounced the Dark Lord.
He watched her lower her head, what news could she have? Lucius kept his want raised at her, he wasn't going to trust a woman who had rejected the call and had continued her life as if nothing was happening around her. Her own son had left her and all she had done was denounce him and cast him aside, she was as cold hearted as he was, but she had not died inside. "What is the news?"
Raising her head she looked at the ghostly figure that had once been her best friend's husband, it was almost sickening to think that Narcissa could have found this repulsive rotting creature attractive enough to have a child with. His eyes had flashed with hatred when he had entered the room, she knew he did not like the fact she had not come to him but she had her own ways and her ways would not be changed so easily. She had lived through the Dark Lord twice and had lived and not been caught once, she was not stupid. "My Lord, Harry Potter had sent a group to Fair Isle. I believe that they have gone to retrieve the wand. And, My Lord," She hesitated. "Your son, Draco, has returned to England."
Author's Notes:
OO, well, I hope you're happy so far. I hope there's been enough Draco Hermione for you shippers out there, and enough twists and surprises for you who are reading this for the story.
And to my dear friend Orbthesela – See, no sex.
