Thank you to everyone who reviewed my pitiful (and partial!) chapters! You have great strength to get through them! Ok…you've convinced me to take this to a "higher level" and write more! My problem is still that I write from the inside out! But I am starting to do this like "real" writers do—you know, timeline, chapter outline, etc. I have a few issues still banging off the inside walls of my head… but I have hopes! For Amanda, who begged so very sweetly… Ok…it's not the very next chapter in line, but I thought I'd put it up anyway since it is a pivotal scene since it sets the stage for some things that will truly mess up some lives! And for Sweet Divine, I already have a scene with Felicia and Voldemort written—the first time they meet… Thanks again for your feedback. Oh, and if this chapter completely sucks…it's ok if you tell me so! (By the way…did you sense that Felicia and Severus are really close?) (heh, heh, heh!)
A Mother's Rage
The door to Draco's bedroom opened. "Draco!" Narcissa shrieked. "What are you doing?"
Since he was lying naked on top of a woman, steadily grinding himself into her, it should have been pretty damned well obvious what he was doing. But that wasn't the point of the question—and he knew it.
"Mother!" He rolled off Felicia, grabbed frantically at the covers, trying to pull them over the both of them. Though why he should bother when his mother had taken in the entire scene in one quick glance was a good question.
"I-I…" Great! The stammering had started again! He fleetingly wondered if the stammer would be permanent now, the result of being traumatized by his mother's finding him like this. And with… His mother's friend? His father's mistress? His professor's sister? Lord, what was she exactly? A voice whispered snidely in his inner ear "She's hot, you idiot! Very hot!"
"Felicia?" Narcissa's voice was filled with disbelief and horror. "How could you?"
Oh God! Of all the horrendous scenes he had ever imagined taking place in his life, this looked like it might top them all! Where were those Killing Curses when you needed them?
Ignoring the fact that Draco kept trying to cover up her head, Felicia pushed the covers aside. She rose from the bed unhurried, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was completely naked! Had to admire her poise, though… She wasn't even blushing!
"I would have thought you would have shown some respect for your son's privacy, Narcissa" she drawled, sounding for all the world like Lucius! "He's not a little boy anymore—you really should have knocked first before barging in on him." She made no move to dress.
Narcissa all but flew across the room and slapped Felicia hard across the face. "You bitch!" She shrieked.
"How original, my dear…" Felicia purred, eyes glittering. "Always so clever with words…"
Draco winced. She had Father's manner down cold! Doubtless from years of…. But he didn't want to go there!
Narcissa continued, ignoring Felicia's sarcasm. "You have the morals of an alley cat in heat! You aren't just satisfied to screw my husband every chance you get—now you have to screw my son too?
Felicia's lips twitched slightly. Narcissa was so very pretty when she was angry! The twitching lips turned slowly into a smile. "Jealous, my dear?" She reached out to caress Narcissa's cheek, now flaming red with hostility. So soft… "You shouldn't be, my love…" So very beautiful "I would screw you, too, if you'd let me…every chance I could get… Why not now, my beautiful Narcissa? I'm sure Draco will give us a little room…"
Draco's eyes widened. Ok, now this was getting just a little too weird! That was his mother!
Narcissa lost what control she had. She jumped at Felicia, grabbing her hair and wrenching her to the floor. "You slut! You filthy little whore!" Narcissa shrieked, trying to bang Felicia's head on the floor. "I trusted you! All these years I let you have Lucius… We were friends, Felicia!"
Felicia took Narcissa's beatings for a moment. So rough, my sweet…almost like Lucius! Then, with a swift movement, she flipped Narcissa over on her back and sat straddling her, holding her shoulders down. Narcissa was taller, but Felicia was much stronger.
Draco watched in horror. He wanted to pull the covers over his head and make it all go away… but he couldn't look away.
"We were more than just friends, Narcissa…" she hissed through clenched teeth. Lord! If she weren't so damned beautiful she would rake her across the face with her nails! "And I never once tried to take Lucius from you! Because, believe me, Narcissa, if I had tried to, I would have!"
Narcissa chest was heaving. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "But now you would take my son from me? My little boy! The only thing in the world that is mine alone!"
The door to the room opened and Lucius walked in.
"Oh Dear God!" Draco wailed inwardly. That was all that was wanting! He did pull the covers over his head.
Lucius looked down upon the women, an amused curl to his lip. "Cat fight, my loves?" he drawled. He looked at the lump under the covers that was apparently his son. He raised a brow. "Fighting over Draco, are we?" He chuckled softly. "I wouldn't have thought the boy had it in him."
Felicia's eyes flashed at Lucius. "Your timing is damnable, Lucius!" she spat.
He inclined his head slightly. "Obviously." He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, arms crossing casually in front of him. "But pray, don't let me interrupt. Knowing you, Felicia, I know where this little fight will lead… And, as I'm sure you know, I'm not at all averse to…watching." His eyes glittered wickedly.
Felicia released Narcissa and stood up. She slinked over to Lucius, pressing up against him. "Watch, Lucius?" she queried. "Only that, my dearest?" Her eyes twinkled provocatively. "You won't join? I'll…share…" Her words intentionally echoed an earlier time, a first time, when they had shared another…
He put his arms around her, pulling her more tightly to him. "Bold little witch" he murmured appreciatively, kissing her lips softly.
"Heaven help me, I am going mad!" Narcissa screamed, pounding the floor in rage. She glared up at Lucius and Felicia. "Have either of you no shame?" she wailed.
Lucius caressed Felicia's hair gently and moved her aside. "Narcissa, my dear…" he began, resignation in his voice.
"How dare you 'my dear' me, Lucius?" she raged, tears streaming down her beautiful face. "You have the temerity to stand there and kiss that…that…"
"bitch?" Felicia put in helpfully.
"slut?" Lucius offered politely.
"whore!" Narcissa screamed, "right in front of me, in front of our son..?"
"But Narcissa, dear, I am no 'whore'—I assure you no one is paying me. I'm screwing both your husband and your son out of the sheer goodness of my heart…" Felicia said sweetly. "And enjoying it mightily, I might add."
Lucius nearly choked. "Definitely bitch, my dear…" he murmured through barely stifled laughter. He was enjoying himself at Narcissa's expense, he knew. But truly, this was priceless!
A gurgling sound emerged from under the covers. Lucius' eyes were all but dancing now. He had almost forgotten about poor Draco, the focal point of the initial confrontation.
"Lucius!" Narcissa yelled, wild-eyed, turning her attention to the lump on the bed that was her son. "Our son is in here!"
Lucius raised his brows. "A few moments ago, my dear—just as I was walking into this little melodrama, I believe—he was your, son, yours alone…" He was baiting her and he knew it. "Besides, where else should he be, Narcissa? This is his room?"
Narcissa just sat there on the floor, staring at Lucius, dumbstruck. How could he be so callous? She looked at Felicia, still standing next to him, naked as the day she was born. How could she just stand there like that? Surely the entire world had run mad!
Narcissa closed her eyes and just started screaming, tears flowing unchecked down her soft cheeks. She could take none of this any longer.
Lucius looked down at her, an expression somewhere between wonder and distaste on his face. How one relatively small woman could produce such a large volume of sound must be a source of great mystery to all!
Felicia stared at Narcissa, a flicker of pity crossing her face. The timing had definitely been bad, all the way around. Poor Narcissa, she loved Draco so—she loved Lucius so. Even screaming like a banshee she was stilll beautiful. So very beautiful. Her blood so very hot.
But whatever their private thoughts, neither moved to comfort her. No, the only comfort offered her was from her beloved son. Upon hearing his mother's screams, Draco flung aside the covers and ran to her side. He knelt beside her and took her in his arms.
"Mother, please…" he kissed her hair, golden blonde still. "Please don't cry, Mummy" using the name he had called her when he was a little boy.
Narcissa looked up at him, her brilliant blue eyes unfocused. "Draco?" she breathed, her screams quieting, tears still streaming from her eyes. "My sweet little boy, my only love, my Draco…" She put her head on his shoulder.
He kissed her forehead gently. "Yes, Mummy, your Draco, always your Draco…" He caressed her gently, running his fingers softly through her hair, still placing tender kisses on the top of her head.
There was a slightly stunned look in Lucius' eyes as he observed the tender scene. Between mother and child, yet not quite between mother and child… Somehow, he was not completely surprised.
Felicia, too, observed the tender scene, with thoughts traveling down a different path. So very beautiful…Sweet Narcissa… Sweet Draco… Both so very pretty… No one observed her as she licked her lips…slowly.
After a moment Draco looked up at Felicia, at his father. Anger burned in his eyes. Lucius was still staring at him, not truly seeing, wondering when things had gotten to this point and why he had not noticed before. Felicia didn't notice, so lost was she in her own meanderings…
"Can't you see that you've hurt her?" he hissed at them over his mother's shoulder.
He looked directly at his father. Lucius recoiled slightly as the anger in his sons eyes—so like his own—turned to something stronger, darker, turned to hatred. "She loves you more than life and you hurt her at every possible turn! Nothing of her is ever good enough for you! She's the most beautiful, kind, loving person on this earth, but she's not good enough for you!" He buried his face in Narcissa's hair, rubbing his cheek against the fine silken softness.
"Why couldn't you just love her?" he whimpered softly. "Why couldn't you just love her like I do…"