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The Malfoy Inheritance

Chapter 2: The Train Ride

"Wow Draco! Does he really belong to you???" Pansy Parkinson gushed as she clutched Draco's arm while practically drooling over Lucivar.

So far his day had been hell; his father had been a right bastard at breakfast, even more so whenever the subject of Lucivar came up, which had been insanely frequent since his father practically all out gawked rather lustily at Lucivar throughout the meal.

And his mother Narcissa had been a right priss as well, she didn't seem to like Lucivar at all, she glared at him constantly and commented several times that he should be sent to Azkaban as she recounted a time when the "Servant" had almost killed her.

The day had only gotten worse when he'd gotten on the train, Crabe and Goyle weren't really a problem but Milescent Bullstrode and Pansy Parkinson among a few other annoying Slytherins mobbed him and Lucivar.

Ugh…could the day get any worse?

"Release my arm Parkinson before I remove it from your body!" Malfoy snapped, yanking at his captured arm while trying to shut her out of the compartment.

"But Drakkie!" pansy whined, clutching his arm tighter, digging her nails into his flesh, damn himself for wearing the black tank top!

An animalistic growl alarmed the occupants of the compartment; Pansy gave a shriek of surprise as a hand latched onto her arm, then another on her neck, wrenching her from Malfoy's side to easily carry her just outside the compartment, promptly dropping her on her rear outside the hallway.

Lucivar turned on his heel and slammed the door shut with his hip as he made his way back to Draco's side, red eyes trailing over the other three occupants studiously.

Crabe and Goyle shuffled their feet before making themselves scarce; by leaving the compartment entirely, while Blaise Zambini on the other hand, seemed to shrink into himself.

Lucivar then grabbed Draco's arm and studied it for any injury that Pansy might've inflicted.

Unused to the amount of attention paid to his physical care Malfoy yanked his arm away, a mumbled, "I'm fine." As he turned from his servant, slave, pet, whatever… and took the remaining window seat.

He ignored the warm body that sat itself a little too close to his own for general comfort. This would take much getting used to. 

As if the entire situation wasn't bad enough, and as if the day didn't suck already; the 'infamous' Gryffindor trio had to make their daily appearance the minute he set foot on anything baring the Hogwarts crest…

"Harry-! I think I found an empty compartment-" Ron Weasley broke off to glare hatefully at Zambini and then Malfoy.

But his eyes tripped over the unquestionably beautiful, ethereal Adonis sitting next to Malfoy; he shook himself and readied his insult.

"Oh great, ferret-face had to take up the last compartment!" Ron growled loath fully.

"Sod off Weasel and go find your own compartment." The Slytherin drawled, equally loathsome.

He rose from his seat to properly glare at the redhead.

"Wha~? I thought you said this compartment was empty Ron, idiot one and idiot two are occupying this one." Hermione said tartly, clearly not favoring Malfoy's presence either; her eyes also glued onto the strangely beautiful creature for a moment as well.

"Idiot one and two? Well your certainly not the brightest crayon in the box now are you, Mudblood?" Draco sneered, "And to believe the professors at Hogwarts find you smart."

Hermione bristled at the insult, she placed her hands on her hips and glared rather hatefully at him until her expression turned into one of surprise as Ron withdrew his wand and fired a 'leg-locking' curse at Malfoy.

Draco's eyes widened as he caught sight of the spell, preparing to bring out his own wand and fire a counter spell; that is, until a large form stood in front of him, blocking the leg-locking curse from successfully hitting it's target.

As for the curse itself, it slowed it's speed towards the strange creature, having suddenly come across an emotion quite impossible for a curse to be remotely capable of feeling; dread.

Harry had now joined the his other two friends, about to question as to what was going on but his eyes seemed riveted upon the shining, flickering flashes of a curse spell that was gradually becoming…absorbed or even…eaten by the rather tall and beautiful figure.

With one last flash of dazzling brilliance, the curse disappeared.

Blood red eyes turned to connect with a very pale Ronald Weasley.

"H-How~?" Ron managed to squeak out.

"You will not attempt to bring harm to my master again." Lucivar intoned softly, but even still, the meaning behind the words was painfully transparent.

But Hermione heard something entirely different…

"Master? Draco Malfoy is your master? How? Why?" Hermione questioned, pity shining in her eyes, "That's illegal, he shouldn't be able to own you! I know! We can report this to the ministry-! They'll make sure you're freed for sure!"

Lucivar appeared uneasy and not at all pleased with Hermione's words; he looked away, moving to the side to allow his master to watch the three intruders as he waited for further orders or acts of hostility.

Draco mentally shook himself, again surprised at how swiftly and readily Lucivar came to protect him, with seemingly no thoughts at all about his own self-preservation.

"Granger," Draco addressed flatly, sneer in place, "The ministry has known about Lucivar's enslavement for ages," he drawled, now switching his pose to better stare down at the short female with distaste, "And it's quite obvious how little you know of the wizarding world," he sighed impatiently, folding his arms across his chest, "-And I've no intentions of explaining such matters to a little Mudblood like you."

"You take that back Malfoy! Hermione isn't a Mudblood!" Harry now spoke up on behalf of his friend's having been insulted, "So what if she isn't some pompous pureblood like you, she's about a thousand times smarter than you are anyway so you should shut your gob."

"Yeah ferret!" Ron agreed angrily.

Zambini, having recovered from his previous state of frozen shock, turned to sneer at the three Gryffindors.

"What are they doing here Draco?" Blaise inquired semi-angrily.

"Taking up space it seems like." Draco answered easily.

"Let's find another place to stay Herm' since 'it' seems to be in this one." Harry commented, turning to the short female.

"We'll have to stay in this one because all of the others are packed Harry, this is the only one with enough room and spare seats in it." Hermione breathed out tiredly.

"As much as I hate to admit it, she's right mate, everything else is packed." Ron agreed.

"I don't think so Gryffindorks! You are not staying in here!" Blaise said, his hand moving towards his wand.

"Look! We don't want to be in here any more than you want us here!" Hermione spoke up suddenly, a strangely dominating fire in her eyes, "But that's the way it is at the moment and we'll both have to share this compartment until we get to Hogwarts! So quite acting like immature little brats and bloody well suck it up and deal with it!" she finished, startling everyone into silence with her bold audacity.

With an indignant 'Hmph!' she sat herself down in the opposite seat of Malfoy, pinning her eyes outside the window, chin on the palm of her hand as she steadfastedly ignored them all.

What no one expected was the small sound of velvet laughter echo throughout the compartment; all eyes snapped towards the source of the sound, to find the red-eyed, elf-like creature named Lucivar trying to cover his chuckles with the back of his hand.

Draco felt himself smile despite the unpleasant situation; he could see a vague, almost invisible pink tint to Lucivar's white cheeks as his amused, ruby-red eyes met Draco's own silver-blue ones.

The vague, surprisingly pleasant laughter died down as Lucivar lowered his hand, a ghost of a smile still on his lips as he motioned for Draco to retake his seat.

Not bothering to say anything, Draco did as Lucivar suggested and sat down, silver eyes glancing at his hands, his robes, his shoes, outside the window briefly before he found it too close to staring at the mudblood.

Lucivar sat himself next to Draco again, while Blaise looked quite unsure of whether or not it was safe to sit next to the unearthly creature. He seemed to make a quick decision as he carefully perched himself on the very edge of the seat, sitting quite tensely, leaving a good foot and a half separating him from Draco's new slave.

Eventually Ron sat down next to Hermione, Harry following a second later as the compartment was now sent into a tense silence filled with many sets of roving eyes.

The only set of eyes that weren't flicking around the compartment nervously happened to be Lucivar's as he took his time studying each person sitting across from him; the short female first, next the gangly redhead, and then the scrawny brunette with wild hair.

He then turned his eyes to the left, studying the very tense, black-haired, and abnormally paled boy looking about ready to bolt from his seat, a rather sorry pathetic excuse of a descendant of a person such as Morgan Le Fay, really.

Lucivar returned his face to the front, crossed his arms across his chest then closed his eyes, waiting until the silence was next broken.

It wasn't a long wait.

"How can you accept being Malfoy's slave so easily?" Hermione spoke, nearly breathless from holding the question in.

Draco turned his eyes to Lucivar's form, not noticeably of course. He was also curious about the answer too.

"I've been a slave to the Malfoys for a long time miss, I am used to the process." Lucivar answered quietly with a polite nod of his head.

"Process?" Harry questioned.

"Of which I am given over to the next Malfoy whom has come of age to act as a personal servant of sorts." He answered again, with the same ease, as if it wasn't his life they were discussing.

"Y-You mean- he can do anything to you and you can't-?" Blaise asked, awe and envy shining in his voice and eyes.

Blood red eyes snapped to Blaise's dull hazel ones; distaste coloring his voice as he answered a clipped, "Yes."

Ignoring the intense red eyes he managed to lean forward a bit and catch Draco's silver ones.

"Do you think you can lend him to me for a few nights sometime Draco-?" Blaise started.

"I think not Zambini, you disgust me with your blatantly foul thoughts that are so clear on your ugly flesh which is your face." Draco said scathingly, absolutely appalled at Blaise Zambini's disgustingly obvious desires.

A tense silence followed.

"Don't you ever…" Hermione paused, chewing on her bottom lip, "Don't you ever wish to be free?" she finished softly, hesitantly.

The air in the compartment suddenly dropped a few degrees as everyone began shivering, their breaths coming out in small puffs of fog.

Draco unintentionally scooted closer to Lucivar, seeking the warmth his body so easily gave off; he wrapped his arms about himself in hopes of getting warmer.

The question was never answered.

A longer silence followed until the trolley woman opened the door to the compartment with a cart full of sweets of various sorts.

"Would you like anything- My, it's cold in here! Well I'll just cast a warming spell for you children!" the benign woman smiled as she pulled out her wand and cast the spell that gradually began to warm up the compartment.

"Now, as I was saying, would any of you fancy something off the cart?"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Blaise all got up and walked towards the cart, already buying carious things.

Draco heard his stomach growl despite his not feeling particularly hungry for anything, suddenly an arm slid between his back and the seat cushioning.

The arm pushed him forward gently, red eyes trained on him, "Eat something, you had not touched your breakfast earlier." Lucivar spoke, his hand pressed against the middle of Draco's back, propelling him forward towards the cart.

He grumbled a bit but ended up buying a few chocolate frogs anyway; quickly making his way back to his seat he handed Lucivar one of the frogs as he stuffed the other in his pockets while he himself nibbled on one absently.

Draco looked at the card, no one was in the frame, he flipped it over to find the following text;

Harry Potter

The Boy-Who-Lived, famous worldwide for defeating He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by deflecting the most deadly Unforgivable curse. 

"Well what do you know, they're already making Potter cards." Draco sneered, tossing the card over to Harry.

"What?" Harry asked, alarmed.

He glanced at the card, only to find himself peaking out fro the side of the frame; he paled visibly as he clenched the card in his fist.

"They shouldn't be allowed to do this!" Harry growled to himself, looking quite displeased.

Hermione and Ron made their agreeing comments of disfavor as well, not wanting their friend to feel like they didn't care.

"I knew her." Lucivar murmured to no one in particular as he stared at his own card; but capturing every ones attention all the same.

"Who?" Draco and Ron both said simultaneously.

"Morgan Le Fay." Lucivar answered, handing the card over to Draco wordlessly.

"How?" Hermione inquired, truly curious.

"From a long time ago." Lucivar smiled gently, stating without words the matter was closed.

"Did you know Merlin?" Harry asked, holding the card out for Lucivar to take.

He didn't reach for the card but stared at the picture for a few moments, not surprised to see the old wizard smile at him.

"Yes."

"Wow…but…how? I mean, you'd have to be…like centuries old!" Ron spoke in odd wonderment.

"Yes I am." Lucivar agreed, a vague answer but no specific number given as to his age.

"But you look so young! Like your 19, or 21 at least!" Ron gaped, mouth open.

Lucivar nodded in understanding, amused at the redhead's display.

"Then you're an ageless immortal…" Malfoy spoke softly, roused from his previous thoughts of contemplation.

"But that's impossible!" Hermione and Ron echoed each other in disbelief.

Lucivar just smiled a secretive smile, amused at their antics but not caring enough to give them an answer.

-r/r people- always need the reviews to be motivated and assurances that there are people out there that enjoy reading this ^.^

Zephyr21 : I'm delighted to be on your author alerts and I'm doubly pleased you enjoy this Fanfic as well as my character Lucivar ^.^

Morbane : Yeah, the sleeping arrangements were kind of necessary for that night at the Malfoy Manor, but it's different at HogWarts. But as for Lucius's reaction to Lucivar, you'll eventually get enough clues as to why he'd been placed in the dungeon-

Malfoy Angel : I'm not sure if Harry would work paired with Lucivar, but it's a maybe, though I've been edging more towards the Draco/Lucivar pairings that had been suggested…

Mordicai : Does this strike people as a dark fic? It always comes off mild in my opinion, even if I try to write dark, my general writing style just doesn't seem to bend to the extremely dark and angsty I tend to favor, but to other people, maybe I'm wrong I guess… ^.^; thank you for the review!

Fearless Kitty : hehe, I liked your review a lot… ^.^ but as for Lucivar being dominant, most likely as it's in his nature, but I'm not sure yet, the pairing you suggested, I could see it happening. As for the rest…well that's up to the brain in my skull really… ^.^;

Well that's all for this chapter ^.^ -