The Malfoy Inheritance

Chapter 5: Master Dragon

Malfoy groaned… somewhere… or something more like was… shaking…errr…just…go…away…

"…Dragon… Dragon…" Draco heard someone calling distantly as the shaking stopped; he cracked a bleary eye open, only a blurry white surrounded by darkness; he let his eye snap shut.

"Master Dragon! If you do not dress yourself now, I will dress you myself or you will be late for breakfast…" Lucivar trailed off as he placed his hands upon the top button of Draco's pajamas…

A pleased grin appeared on his lips when his master suddenly bolted upright, eyes wide as he slapped the hands away and all-but jumped out of bed.

"I can-"

"-do it yourself, as you've yet to forget in telling me so." Lucivar said smoothly with a slight bow at the waist.

Draco snapped his mouth shut then picked up the Hogwarts uniform that had been already laid out for him; he headed towards the bathroom to shower and dress, somewhat not surprised to see Lucivar ready and waiting for him.

After a rousing shower and somewhat hurriedly dressing himself; he triple-checked his hair, making sure it was all in place, he exited the bathroom and began a search for his book bag.

Where is it??? Draco thought, annoyed.

He glanced around the room, scanning it with his eyes absently, to see if he missed searching anywhere.

No such luck…

Maybe he could get away without having his bag-

!

His eyes fell on Lucivar, shocked by two things.

The first happened to be his new 'servant' was wearing leather from head-to-toe; and not just every-day leather pants and shirt, no, this was something similar to a cat-suit, but with a multitude of cleverly placed buckles down the front of his chest then down either sides of his legs starting at the hips. All of them clearly buckled as tight as they could go, this fact he was led to due to the fact the outfit appeared to be painted on Lucivar's flesh.

One might suppose a good thing about the outfit was that it was sleeveless, but it showed off noticeably muscled arms and beautifully snow-white skin; he caught sight of the white tail flicking from side to side absently, so…their was an opening for his tail somewhere in all that delicious leather.

Oh- and the second was his book bag was resting quite comfortably on Lucivar's shoulder; it'd probably been there the entire time as Lucivar stood by the door.

Draco took his eyes up to Lucivar's head that was currently facing the wall where the 'door' was.

Now that he actually stared at Lucivar's face, well, more like the back of it; he noticed that his black hair was currently in a different style; since his hair seemed to be at different lengths, a good portion of it was up in a high pony tail that had a few braids in it along with the unbraided parts while the rest was in different sized braids giving Lucivar a rather 'dark', feminine, and 'gothic' look to him.

He felt his breath catch as his eyes unknowingly trailed down to stop at a rather arousing piece of leather-clad flash; Draco tilted his head to the side, staring quite dumbly at Lucivar's bottom.

Godz…I've never really been drawn to staring at someone's ass before, but…damn…

"Master Dragon, you will be late~" Lucivar prompted.

"Where did you get that outfit?" Draco asked, shaking himself from his stupor as he started walking out of the room, the door having opened itself moments ago.

"Lucius had it designed then made." Was his answer as they made their way out of the Slytherin common room, leaving behind gaping first and second years as they headed for the Great Hall, leaving further gawking students in their wake.

"Oh…" Draco answered, not knowing what to say to that.

"Are you wearing make-up?" he asked suddenly, staring at Lucivar's eyelids that were painted exquisitely with a vibrant silvery-gray.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Lucius had ordered me to always wear it specifically like this whenever I was to where this outfit."

"The same for your hair?" Draco asked, already sensing the answer.

A nod of Lucivar's head affirmed his thoughts.

Draco was silent.

Lucivar stopped in the middle of the hallway just as they drew up to the doors of the Great Hall; he turned to Draco then lowered his head, "If you disapprove of my outfit and wish me to change then tell me so and I shall do it for you, Master."

"No-! I mean, I don't disapprove of it," Draco paused, "If you don't like wearing that then you can change."

"I don't care what you wear as long as you don't go about wearing rags and shabby robes like that pathetic Weasel." He added as an afterthought.

Lucivar murmured compliance as he opened the door for Draco, following in after.

Whispers, gasps, squeals of delight, and a few students even falling into a dead faint as Lucivar followed a few steps behind Draco towards the Slytherin table; Draco couldn't stop the grin that crawled onto his lips, at least he wasn't the only one that thoroughly believed Lucivar looked damn-near edible.

He was rather surprised however, when he saw a few members at the staff table looking at Lucivar somewhat- blankly, as if they've seen him dressed like that before…

But that would mean-

"Lucivar," Draco paused, rather surprised when he immediately responded by staring at him, as if he'd been waiting for him to ask for something, "Did my father have that outfit made for you while he was attending Hogwarts, then make you wear it…frequently?"

A nod, "Yes, he ordered me to wear it every Friday."

"Why? I've never known my father to ever where the same outfit twice in sixth months and you had to wear that every Friday?" Draco asked, disbelief quite clear on his face.

"He favored this outfit above all others and wanted to see me in it as often as possible."

After another moment, Draco recalled that today was indeed Friday…but then that would mean…

"Do you still take orders from my father now?" Draco inquired, setting down his goblet that he had made to drink from moments before.

"No." Lucivar answered, "But I am bound by the crest to obey certain commands from the past." He spoke while raising a hand to lightly touch the Malfoy crest on his collar.

"Like commands that are somewhat continuous, like with this outfit…?" Draco asked, he had to be perfectly clear about all this ordering Lucivar around, a slip of the tongue could have it's setbacks.

"Yes, unless they are changed or canceled by my current master." Lucivar affirmed.

It was then he wondered just how many other commands he obeyed so vigilantly; it made Draco wonder if he was truly seeing Lucivar as he naturally was, if his personality that he'd glimpsed on occasion were real or merely an ordered reaction…

Draco was distracted by Pansy's squeal, he glanced up briefly to find Pansy order Gregory Goyle to move a seat down as she parked herself next to Lucivar.

"He looks just like a doll Draco." Pansy said in awe as she raised a hand to lightly grasp a single black braid in her hand, letting it slide free of her hand like expensive silk.

Lucivar looked nonplussed as he took a sip from his own goblet.

He doesn't react unless directly spoken to…Draco noticed absently as he watched Pansy curiously trace the intricate designs that had been stitched into the leather on Lucivar's shoulder.

"Pansy, Lucivar may not like it if you continue to paw at him." Draco sneered, feeling angry for some reason as he speared his eggs.

"I'm sure he's not like you Draco," Pansy snapped at him, clearly not remembering her previous clinginess towards Draco.

Ignoring the glaring blonde Slytherin, Pansy turned to Lucivar, pleased when his blood-red eyes trained themselves on her soft hazel ones, "Do you mind if I am…doing this to you Lucivar?" she asked as she twirled a strand of unbraided hair around her finger.

"It is not for me to mind whether or not you choose to inspect my outfit or hair style, it is for my Master to decide." Lucivar said plainly, returning his eyes to his food, and continuing to eat his fill.

Pansy then turned her eyes to Draco's in inquiry; a sneering glare met her gaze, "Within reason Parkinson," he drawled, "Should you over-exceed the boundaries of modesty as you have done so often with me, I will revoke the privilege."

She half-smiled at him in gratitude, fingering a small braid once more before returning to her meal.

Draco didn't feel at all happy or remotely near it about allowing Pansy to touch Lucivar even a little much less at all, but it seemed to keep the bitch from groping him.

But even that thought didn't alleviate his anger; he lost his appetite and shoved his plate from him.

Even as he was about to tell the silly blonde to never touch Lucivar again, he closed his mouth; he couldn't say the words his possessive mind so readily wanted to screech.

With the Dark Lord; a.k.a the idiot Voldemort, so closely coming to dominating power, that only meant that the children of Death Eaters would soon be called to receive the Dark Mark.

And Draco knew Pansy would never accept such a thing despite her normally submissive-like nature; and that to Voldemort, would mean her death.

He knew it, she knew it, and so did every other Slytherin at this bloody table.

Pansy Parkinson was as good as dead as soon as she was called.

The sad thing was, she accepted that; what was worse, was she knew exactly what would happen before she died.

For Pansy Parkinson was a Seer, it ran in her family, she was the first one in her line in over a century.

And she'd seen her death in a vision before she'd reached the age of sixteen.

These days he could hardly begrudge her small, trivial things such as this.

Draco sighed and shook his head slightly, he was reading too much into things. What did he care if Parkinson died?

He bit his lip.

Too damned much… I've known the brat since childhood…A fact quite easily known at the Slytherin table since the two blondes had been raised together in hopes of Draco recognizing Pansy as his mate when he matured into a Veela like most of the Malfoys in his line.

But the day he was to come into power came and went; the veelian gene remained dormant within his blood, never to become reawakened within him.

Though, he still had a few of the rare gifts, just without the whole veelian package…  

He glanced at Lucivar to see if he was done eating, red eyes met his silver-blue ones.

Time for class.

"Come on Pansy, we've got Transfigurations with McGonagall first." Draco said, standing from his seat to be followed by Lucivar then Pansy; Crabe and Goyle had regular fifth year Transfigurations at a different time of the day while most of the Slytherins had advanced classes.

Like the class Draco was heading to now; Transfigurations 07. Level, advanced.

Draco sat himself in the far back right of the classroom, it was well known to all Slytherins, (And swiftly made clear to the new first year Slytherins as well), that Professor McGonagall hated them and would take house points at every opportunity.

Yes, it was also known she was strict, but doubly so with Slytherins; something to do with Voldemort and 'evil' and all that rubbish.

Draco turned his head from side to side, looking for something- well more like someone. He then finally turned around in his seat to find Lucivar standing just behind him, as was the proper protocol for personal servants.

But this was in class, not at the dinner table.

Draco motioned to empty chair on his right, "Sit."

Lucivar did as told while Pansy took the empty seat on Draco's left; Blaise Zambini, Marcus Flint, and Christopher Corwin took the three person table in front of them while the rest of the Slytherins filled the back two rows of the entire classroom.

The room itself was composed of five, three person desks in length then four desks wide, and of course in the front was the professors desk and various boards, books, and other bits'n'pieces.

The order went something like this, the back two rows were Slytherin, the next row down from the back was Ravenclaw, then Gryffindor, and the front row was composed of the few idiotic Huffelpuffs that managed to pass the next year and make it into an advanced class such as Transfigurations.

That was how things normally were in the past years, but since more Slytherins had taken advanced classes, the back three rows filled up while whatever Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs that managed to make it into seventh year advanced Transfigurations was left to fill up the remaining two rows.

Hunh…go figure, only two Gryffindors in this class, Mudblood Granger and some dolt with a camera; what was his name…? Colin Creevey?

Yeah, that was it.

"Mr. Corwin," came McGonagall's scorn-filled voice, shocking all the students save the Slytherins; "You've just lost your house twenty points, may you remember I do not allow tardiness in my class."

Corwin looked nonplussed, he'd only made to stand and throw something in the trash just as the bell rung.

Professor McGonagall fancied to pick on him the most since he was the only gothic Slytherin in the school, well; he was the only Goth in the entire school really.

He wore his short, black hair in dozens of uneven, miniscule braids.

He had the regular black-painted nails, spiked dog collar and a goth-ed out version of the school uniform that he'd designed himself; it just barely cleared the school regulations.

If one ever need to break a rule without breaking it, you went to Corwin, he could find loopholes in any written rule or law, no matter how strict or well written it was.

Which probably explained why he'd gotten away with killing his abusive parents.

No one was more cunning than Corwin.

Malfoy smirked at the thought; no one was more Slytherin than Corwin and of course, himself. 

He shook his head then took out a scroll of parchment, quill, and ink, taking vigorous notes in silence, not at all surprised that a grand total of one hundred points had managed to have been taken in a span of forty-five minutes; a good chunk having been knocked off by Corwin's 'unseemly' behavior and Malfoy's 'dawdling' during note-taking.

Draco noticed something though, Lucivar, during the class time, did not look too pleased with Professor McGonagall's unfair behavior in class; his eyes were trained on her form throughout the entire time, as if he found something quite contradictory of her regular behavior.

Malfoy stopped a moment, a few moments before the bell would ring as he studied Lucivar; he heard McGonagall reprimanding him, about to take another twenty or so points off…

"-You'd better not do so again or I will take house points." She finished.

His eyes jerked to the front, she hadn't taken points?

Her eyes though, were trained on Lucivar's; Draco was once again in an awestruck stupor.

Lucivar, his Lucivar had somehow stopped Professor Priss-Pants McGonagall from taking more house points.

Draco could see from the corner of his eye a look of disappointment on Lucivar's face as he continued to study the professor.

The bell rang.

Lucivar packed Draco's things away for him, without having been asked as he then slung the book bag over his shoulder and followed Draco to his next class, Honors Arithmacy followed by Charms and then the lovely Lunch break…

-r/r as always… ^.^

RaynieceMalfoy : Most likely he will not be the first one to make any sort of move, because you kind of need to think about his general character and how he's lived and been treated for the past, countless centuries, a huge chunk of that time having been a slave to the MALFOYS, and quite a few in the past had been quite sadistic.  Then there's the factor that he's always obeying orders, constantly, even ones like in this chapter and all of the other consistent ones that had been issued decades ago.

At this point the audience should be realizing that Lucivar's true character has been seriously repressed under all these commands so you're completely at a loss of what he's really like- …all angsty and mind-ogicaly complicated aint it? ^.^

Luceid : As of yet, knowing Hermione's nature, she'll try to help all the way to the point where she makes it worse, and Ron being Ron, he'll never learn when to shut the fuck up; as for Draco being a friend, well…it's hard to say, after all, didn't you notice how King Luther (the portrait) seemed quite, chummy/familiar with Lucivar, even treated him like a great friend/confidant/lover and all that?  Ah yes…what about Harry? Who knows really, will he stay out of it? Get caught up in it? Or simply submit to it?

Given the nature of both Lucivar's and Draco's personalities, it's highly unlikely for them to be anything more than mutual acquaintances, much less loose friends, as one thing keeps them from crossing certain bounds; that being Lucivar's freedom.

 Anglechel : Well yes I can understand Blaise being rather disgusting, but then again you can't really blame the poor bloke, after all it's not every day you see you're semi-friend come back to school with a somewhat-human slave, let alone such a fuckin' hot one like Lucivar, and then find out the things he had that day on the train.

Fearless Kitty : Well as to what Lucivar is, I'm afraid I'm not sure I can tell you, as for in this story, Lucivar has spent such a long time within the walls of Malfoy Manor that he doesn't remember some things from long past; especially the more painful memories.

Lynntownsend : I'm pleased you like this Fanfic so, it's a possible pairing, though I may lean toward the triangle that RaynieceMalfoy seems so insistent upon… ^.^