Thanks goes to my Beta, the Great, and Powerful Oz!...Erm, I mean YenGirl...same thing actually. Also I tried my hand at writing a sex scene for a M/F couple, staring our very own Lord, and Lady Malfoy! P.S: Are they really a Lord, and Lady. Or did the fandom have a hand in that?
Enjoy!
Blooming Flowers
Summer
"You have a letter from your friend, Mr. Weasley."
Harry and Hermione's eyes lit up at once, Harry's slightly sticky hands reaching for the letter. Amused, their father handed it over. Hermione moved her chair closer, pressing up against her brother, so that she may read the letter. Hedwig, who had been happily nestled on top of Harry's head, and taking strips of bacon handed up to her, raised her head so that she could see. Padfoot popped his head from beneath the table, nearly knocking into Hermione's chin.
Chuckling at the four, Severus sat down in his chair and stated on his breakfast.
"Ron asked his mother if we could come over next Saturday, and she said yes, so as long as it was okay with you." Hermione told her father from behind the letter. "Can we?" She tilted her head to look out from behind the letter. "Pleeaaaassssseeee!?"
Severus raised a brow at the begging eyes from his daughter, son, owl, and dog. "He did not invite the two of you." He huffed at the animals.
Begging eyes just got bigger. Rolling his own, Severus turned his attention to his children. "It is alright with me."
"Oh!" Harry spoke up, interrupting his sister's ramblings about the twins, and the plans they had been trading back and forth (and worrying her father). "Ron also invited Ray."
…Severus really wanted to be a fly on that wall.
~.~
"I don't wanna."
"You're gonna."
"But whyyyyy?"
"Because you are his father, and a grown adult. Now, stop whining."
Grumbling, Lucius straightened his robes before grabbing his cane and walking out the room, leaving his wife to finish up her own preparation. Still grumbling, Lucius made his way to his son's room and found him having finished getting ready.
"Have everything you need?" Lucius asked as he came into the room.
"Yes!" Draco nodded excitedly from where he was sitting in his writing desk. "Are we leaving now?"
"In a moment." Lucius smoothed down a strand of his son's hair. "Your mother is still getting ready, come, we'll wait in the study."
They left, Draco talking a mile a minute about the Weasley family, mostly about how he couldn't wait to kick Ron's butt in Wizarding Chess. Upon arriving in the study, the two Malfoys had to only wait five minutes for Narcissa.
"Shall we?"
Draco nodded excitedly.
Lucius made a face.
His wife gave him a look.
~.~
It looked as though it had been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read 'The Burrow'. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
Inside was cluttered, but there was a feeling of warmth, love, and a sense of home.
"It's not much," Ron said quietly, after Fred, and George had finished giving the guest a tour of the house with weird and hilarious commentary provided. "Especially compared to your—"
"It's brilliant," Draco smiled at him.
Ron stared at him, Draco stared right back, head tilted curiously as to what was going on with his friend. Finally, Ron blinked and looked away, his ears going a light pink as he mumbled what sounded like a thank you.
The adults then shuffled off into the living room for tea while the children thundered upstairs.
"You have a lovely home Mrs. Weasley," Narcissa complimented.
"Molly, please."
"Molly then."
Severus looked away from the two witches who were now deep in conversation, to Lucius and Arthur Weasley. The two wizards were sitting by their wives and were glaring at each other over their teacups. Sighing, Severus turned his attention back to the females as he took a sip of his own tea.
"Should have gone with the children."
Upstairs, after introducing the guests to Ginny who started following them, everyone made their way to Percy's room.
"Out," Percy ordered when several heads popped up from behind his door.
"Nope," Harry grinned as he entered the room and flopped on the older boy's legs, under the bed covers.
Percy grunted before giving the boy a glare. Harry smiled brightly up at him and Percy's glare softened, before he sighed and closed the book he was reading. "What do you lot want?"
"We're going to do something possibly dangerous, likely to get us yelled at by our parents, but a whole lot of fun," Draco told him, he and the others were still by the door.
"...And what is that?"
"Remember that car Dad's been working on?" Ron asked.
~.~
Draco rolled the window down, the afternoon breeze whipping his hair about.
"Harry!" He heard Hermione say behind him, "look at this!"
"Our parents are going to kill us," Percy groaned from the driver's seat.
"But it'll be worth it!" Fred reassured from the back. It probably would have been cramped, but considering that Hermione, Ginny and Harry have yet to hit their growth spurt, there was enough room to be mostly comfortably squashed.
"Me, and you have very different definitions of that word," Percy huffed.
"Aw, don't be such a stick in the mud," George said.
Percy gave his brother a look from the rear view mirror. Without a word, turned the key and switched off the engine.
There was a pause, and then the car dropped.
"Percy!"
"Percy, turn on the engine!"
"Merlin's balls!"
Humming a tone, Percy, after a few more seconds, turned the key, started the engine, punched it, and the car stopped dropping like a stone. Still humming, he looked in the rearview mirror to the twins. Pale, and looking very much terrified.
"Alright back there?" Percy grinned.
"….Are you crazy?!" Ron snapped at him from the passenger seat, once he was sure his heart wasn't going to jump out of his chest, and his trousers weren't going to be a victim of an unfortunate accident.
"What the hell?" This came from George, who still had a death grip on his twin.
"I think my heart just stopped," Fred wheezed.
Percy laughed.
"Something is seriously wrong with you!" Ron glared.
Laughter dissolving into snickering, Percy looked at his youngest sibling, and then the others. "Alright there?" he asked them.
There was silence. Now worried, Percy opened his mouth, ready to ask again, and getting ready to land when his sister finally spoke.
"Do that again!"
"Yeah!" Hermione, Harry, and Draco chirped.
"No!" Fred, George, and Ron chorused.
~.~
They landed back at The Burrow around early evening.
Their parents were waiting by the door, hands on hips and none of them looked happy.
None of the children got out the car.
"You know," George spoke up, "all we have to do is put this in reverse."
From the doorway, Severus's eyes narrowed.
"Erm, maybe not."
"We knew this would happen," Fred said, "accepted it, it was nice knowing you all."
One by one, the children got out of the car, and shuffled over to their parents. Quietly, they stood there in a line, waiting as patiently as only children in trouble could.
"Do you have any idea," Molly began in a deadly whisper, "how worried we've been?"
Ron opened his mouth to answer, but a jab from Hermione and a shake of the head, had him closing it.
"Rooms empty!" Molly said.
"No note!" This came from Narcissa.
"I thought you left a note," Percy whispered to George.
"I thought Fred did!"
"I didn't—"
Lucius cleared his throat. The boys went silent, listening as Molly and Narcissa continued their rant.
"Out of our minds with worry!"
"What in the world were you thinking!?"
"I expected better of you Percy!"
"You could have died!"
"You could have been seen!"
"And you could have lost your father his job!"
It seemed like a long time, Narcissa and Molly scolding the children almost hoarse; the husbands and Severus were apparently there only to look intimidating. Finally, Molly turned to her husband.
"Do you have anything to say, Arthur?"
"How did it run?"
"Arthur!"
They stayed for dinner.
~.~
Being grounded for two weeks sucked. It was made even worse as due to part of their punishment, the children had to clean the many large rooms in the Malfoy manor without magic. (Purposely made dirty by the house elves on the orders of the Lady of the Manor.)
The only good part about it was that the children's punishment seem to have brought the Weasley and Malfoy families closer together. Molly, and Narcissa bonding over children who apparently had a mission of turning their parent's hair grey, and Lucius and Arthur bonding over the car, oddly enough. Lucius was very much impressed on how Arthur got the car to fly, and how the man had created a law with a loophole.
"Geez, how many rooms does this place have?" Fred complained, waving away dust that had floated up during his dusting. it was their last day of being grounded.
"Honestly, I don't think even the Malfoys know that."
"Papa!"
"Uncle!"
The Wesley children watched as Harry, Draco, and Hermione dropped their cleaning rags to charge at the person who had walked into the room. The man was tall, perhaps an inch or so taller than Severus, with short brown hair and dark eyes that looked almost a dark red in the evening light.
"That's the other Dad?" Percy whispered to the twins.
They nodded.
"He's hot."
Ron made a face. "Eww."
Ginny giggled.
"Imagine my surprise upon returning home and finding out that my children, and their friends are grounded because they decided to steal—"
"Borrow," Harry corrected.
"My mistake, borrowed a car, and take an afternoon flight."
"You don't look as angry as our parents." George came over.
"I found it hilarious," the man grinned before introducing himself. "Hello, I'm Tom, Harry and Hermione's Papa. And you must be the Weasley children I've been told about."
Tom talked with the children for a while before leaving, though not before informing them that since it was getting late, the Wesley children and the others were welcomed to stay at the manor for the night instead of heading home if they wished.
"Sleepover?" inquired Hermione once the door was closed.
"Sleepover," Ron confirmed.
~.~
Quietly, the door opened and Lucius entered Draco's bedroom, his wand lit with a soft Lumos. The dim light was enough for him to see the occupants, and he smiled. Hermione, and Ginny were curled around Draco and Fred. George was using Percy's chest as a pillow, while Ron was drooling on Harry. The boys were wearing dresses, and Lucius recognized them as the same ones the Princesses on Hermione's wall sometimes wore. The girls had on kilts, and war paint. Shaking his head, Lucius covered them up with blankets, and placed pillows under heads before leaving the room.
"Dobby," he called once in the hall.
"What can Dobby be doing for Master?" Dobby asked.
"Did you get pictures?"
"Yes, Dobby got many pictures of the children playing!"
"Good, put them in the album with the others."
"Of course, Master!"
Once the Elf popped away, Lucius made his way to his room. It was going to be so much fun taking those albums out years later when the children were adults.
"Asleep?" Narcissa asked when her husband came in.
Lucius nodded. "Every last one of them."
"Good, now into bed with you. I'm lonely."
Smirking, Lucius made his way over to the bed, undressing as he did.
"And what's to be done about that?" he purred as he settled on top of his wife, who was as naked as he now was.
"I'm sure you can think of something."
With a dirty look, Lucius disappeared underneath the covers, sliding down Narcissa's body. His hands spread her thighs, teeth nipping at the white inner skin there, before turning his attention to the soft, swollen lips. His wife's hips bucked when his tongue swept at her sensitive flesh.
"Lucius," Narcissa gasped, arching her back and gripping his hair when her clit was sucked.
Lucius hummed, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue and then going inside her hot passage, teasing her until she was wet enough to insert a finger. He withdrew the digit, then thrust back in as he swirled his tongue around her clit, hitting that spot that had her breathing ragged, wheezing from her chest as she rolled her hips, keeping his working tongue and lips pressed against her lower body.
"I'm close," Narcissa moaned as her husband proceeded to fuck her with two fingers, and mouth.
In response, Lucius suckled on her clit, and pushed his fingers in hard.
Narcissa came, hips pushing against her husband's face. Lucius kept it up, riding out her orgasm until her body grew weak, trembling and melting into the mattress. Raising his head, he trailed back up, leaving kisses along her quivering stomach and breasts, stopping only when he was hovering over her.
Narcissa cupped his face and drew his mouth to hers, tasting herself on them.
"Was that satisfactory?" Lucius asked when he pulled away.
"Not quite."
Lucius jumped slightly when he felt her fingers wrap around his hard cock that was now pressing against her. He hadn't felt her move.
"Don't tease," he groaned when elegant fingers trailed along that sensitive spot on the underside.
"Or what?"
Lucius adjusted himself and fucked into her.
Narcissa moaned, locking her ankles at his lower back, and arms going around his neck. With a wicked smirk, Lucius moved slowly, ignoring her attempts and whines to go faster.
"You bastard," his wife pouted.
"Such a naughty mouth from a lady." Lucius nibbled on her earlobe.
"Bite me, better yet, fuck me."
Lucius just took her legs, and bent them to her chest, going deeper and hitting that spot.
"Lucius," Narcissa moaned.
Either taking pity on her, or no longer able to hold back, Lucius grabbed her to him until she hung with her back just so over the mattress. Her legs fell away, spreading wide for deeper penetration. Lucius ground his hips against hers, creating an amazing friction against her clit. He began to fuck her quicker, his movements getting harder and wilder, pushing her to meet him thrust for thrust, and closer to another orgasm.
Her lungs burned, her body bucking in time with her husband's forceful strokes until her back arched, toes curled, and eyes rolled as she came again. Her body clenched hard around him, milking Lucius's cock until his seed coursed through her.
They collapsed on the bed with him still buried in her. Panting, Narcissa burrowed her fingers into Lucius's now messy hair and he nuzzled into her neck.
"And to think, I almost married Thomas Piston," Narcissa hummed, still panting, "and almost missed out on this."
"To think you were almost a Piston." Lucius snorted with breathless laughter.
His loving wife smacked him upside the head.
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