-oi, the picture I drew yesterday has Lucivar in his Friday clothes, you can't see much of him since he's standing behind Draco but still, you can see a bit… ^.^ Anywho…-

The Malfoy Inheritance

Chapter 6: Magic Aches

 For some idiotic notion in his brain he had yet to be surprised to find Granger in not only Honors Arithmacy, but Charms 06 also, he had a gut feeling that he'd find Granger to be in all the advanced classes of his.

Damn.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to fling off a barrage of new, inventive, harmful, and general scathing insults for nearly seven hours a day plus all the random times he happened to run into the Gryffindorks Golden Trio…

Ugh…godamn whore of a mudblood.

Draco dug a knuckle into his temple, he could feel the beginnings of one hell of a headache coming on…

Good thing he didn't hear a godamned thing from the Gryffindorks during lunch, he didn't think he could bother with an insult, just up and 'Avada Kedavra' the lot of them just so he could be left alone to die in piece…

Godz what a fuckin' headache he had…

Draco groaned as he shoved his plate of food away yet again, losing his appetite for the second time that day, the fierce thrashing in his skull sufficiently distracting him from the idle chatter at the Slytherin table.

Pansy was idly playing with one of Lucivar's many braids while she watched Draco clench his jaw in pained annoyance. Judging by his reddened eyes and tense yet poised position at the head of the table, she easily figured he was having either a migraine or the headache of the century, possibly both.

"Something bothering you Draco?" Pansy inquired as softly as she could yet still loud enough for him to hear her from where she was currently sitting.

The near imperceptible twitch in his arm was the only indication the sound of her voice had only increased the pain; she figured as much, too bad that nurse Pomphrey also disfavored Slytherins and often turned them around and out of the office unless they were sporting boyles, throwing up at present for her to see, or bleeding profusely from a severed or broken limb…

She could've sworn nearly the entire school had a thing against the Slytherins, particularly this generation…Which was why the Slytherins now always traveled in groups.

It had been a few moments now, and Draco still hadn't answered her let alone acknowledged it; maybe this one was worse than the others, Draco had always been prone to headaches ever since he was a boy, most of the time they weren't serious, but with stress, they could get ugly.

They'd have to try for Pomphrey anyway.

But with a new tactic.

Pansy stood up then leaned over slightly to whisper in Lucivar's ear, it wouldn't do well if the other houses saw Draco weak.

"Lucivar, take Draco to the infirmary, now." Pansy whispered, tugging on one of his braids for emphasis.

He rose fluidly to the untrained eye, but to Pansy, he seemed to have been waiting to have been given the order of doing so; good thing Lucivar was perceptive, he'd need those skills to figure out Draco.

Slinging the book bag over one shoulder, he slid a white-skinned arm beneath Draco's cloak and gently eased him out of the chair while to the other three houses, it looked as if Lucivar had merely pulled the chair out for him and bowed in respect.

Pansy then watched as Lucivar swiftly made his way down the center aisle, his tail hanging around about level-height of his hips, swinging in loping arcs from side to side, appearing to ride the air as the two made there way out of the hall, the door pulled shut by Lucivar's tail.

Murmurs and whispers of Lucivar's strange tail and leather cat-suite erupted in the hall; Pansy grinned, what a smart creature Draco's servant was, using his tail to distract the students of not only where the two were headed, but also distracting them from noticing the arm still hidden behind Draco's cloak and the other being held out for Malfoy to hold onto, to steady himself as he walked.

Pansy gave a sigh of envy, she wished she had a servant like Lucivar.

"Mr. Malfoy- I won't tolerate anymore of your childish tricks, you are not ill in the slightest, now get to class before you make yourself late." Madame Pomphrey said stiffly, already hearing the familiar, small intakes of hitched breathing and the dragging of designer shoes.

She gave a sigh as she turned to outright scold him when she'd heard the squeak of a one of the hospital beds.

The words died on her lips as she got an eyeful of Mr. Malfoy's most recent pet; she couldn't stop her head from tilting to the side, to better view – what was it's name~? Lucivar had she heard right?

Yes well, the name didn't matter, the firm, tantalizing view of a leather-clad ass, (that was of legal age) wasn't a sight a school nurse at Hogwarts saw very often…

Lucivar had gently laid Master Dragon onto the bed after divesting his pained master of his cloak, he then began pulling off his shoes and then undoing the top few buttons on his shirt and loosening the tie to allow his Master to breathe easier.

He pressed his cool, white hand atop Master Dragon's forehead, stilling his heart and shifting his consciousness into his palm and into his Master's sweating brow and further into the body, searching for the cause of pain…

After a moments pause, he withdrew both his mind and his hand.

Magic aches.

His previous master from long ago, Master King Luther had such problems too, both as a boy and as a man; just like Master King Luther, Master Dragon would die from them eventually.

But he would live a full life still, but the Magic Aches would be the death of him.

Nothing could cure them, except for one thing, but he would not give it, and he would not suggest it.

It was the only thing he had left that he could rightfully call his own…he would've given it to Luther all those centuries ago, but Luther would not give him something he needed first, and that had been the end of that.

"Mister Malfoy-!" Madame Pomphrey started again after she'd burned the lovely image she'd just been memorizing, into her memory for years later when she needed it.

Blood red eyes stilled her lips as she became ensnared in the creature's hypnotic gaze.

"Master Dragon is suffering from Magic Aches, he needs rest before he is to return to any prior engagements." The alluring voice stated coldly, as if disapproving of her disbelieving nature towards his Master's ailments.

Poppy snapped from whatever daze she'd been in, "Magic Aches? How do you know? How can you be so sure?" she demanded suddenly, striding over to the now unconscious Draco Malfoy.

"I have seen this illness before and I have been there to watch the disease perform it's intended task." Lucivar answered quite calmly.

She performed several medical spells to determine whether the man before her was indeed telling the truth; she paled considerably when she found he was.

Magic Aches.

Pomphrey shivered at the thought of it, even worse than any damage You-Know-Who could ever do…

The wizard disease seemed common and curable sounding enough, and the symptoms easily overlooked; the disease traveled from one body and into it's offspring.

First it was usual, brief headaches that started on the young children, and grew with them to be longer, more painful ones, sometimes even worse than migraines. They passed when it'd fed enough, leaving the wizard to feel normal and better again.

The headaches themselves were a mere disguise to fool everyone, the disease was born in the head and stayed there, infecting it, destroying it. It would first feed off the less noticeable parts of the brain, draining it to appear in life as normal human faults; like poor memory, bad eyesight, and other characteristic flaws. All the while feasting away on your magic, your very life force.

As you grew, so did it's hunger, where it would eventually toss aside it's disguise and feast upon your mind, driving you insane, until it finally drained you of the last drop of blood.

The Magic Aches only ran through the pureblood families, the more powerful ones, the purest ones…

Which was why even pureblood's today were not quite human.

It seemed, the only thing that could prevent the disease from spreading or infecting more was to bring in a more dominant power, disease if you will.

It was then that the purebloods allowed and arranged marriages of varying species; mermaids, centaurs, nymphs, wood elves, and the veelas. The blood of these magical creatures seemed to overpower the disease so the pureblood families continued to marry in another creature every so often to keep the disease at bay. 

Pomphrey summoned an ice-pack and placed it on Draco's forehead, her eyes full of pity and self-loathe at having brushed off the frequent visits of the young Slytherin throughout the years.

"Is there anything that can be done to save him?" Pomphrey asked softly, already knowing there wasn't.

"Yes," Lucivar spoke softly, "But I will not do it."

Her eyes widened as she whirled around, "But-!"

"No."

Hard ruby eyes ended the conversation immediately.

-r/r what did you think? Sounds like some sort of plot but I can't really be sure.

Luceid : In truth, I'd been writing this story a few days before I actually decided to post it (since I know most people tend to not like other new characters added) and after this chapter or the next, the updates may come slower for awhile… but anyway, yup…I want to pet Lucivar too *.* and hug him, and squeeze him, and so on and so on… -.-;

Vampire Elf DreamWeaver : Thank you for the compliments, I hope you continue to enjoy my story, well, character and my somewhat existant 'plotline' in the Harry Potter world.

Thanx for the reviews everyone ^.^