"Yes?"
"If he wasn't at the Platform and he didn't try to break up the wedding party…"
Draco leaned his head on Ron's shoulder.
"Then he is at the Manor."
Ron frowned.
"But… It doesn't make sense. You definitely won't be there."
"He waits."
"Your mother! He's going-"
"He won't succeed. Unless he tries the more powerful curses."
"He will, won't he? Harry told me…"
Draco sighed.
"Haven't I told you everyone underestimates my mother? That she hasn't been dueling in anyone's memory doesn't mean that she's no good at it. Don't worry."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Well. I know what it was like before Blossoming. Now, I'm faster on the draw and my mind is clear. If I want to attack," he snapped his fingers. "The magic obeys. Sometimes before half the syllables of the incantation are out of my mouth."
"Your mother hasn't Blossomed."
"It merely means that she has no conscious control over pheromones and has no secondary form. But she still has the Veela racial advantage over Lucius. And of course, he won't be expecting her to put up a fight. She never likes confrontation."
"Doesn't that mean she'll just submit?"
"Oh… I'll say not. Let's just say…"
Draco kissed Ron.
"What we have, the Slytherin in her covets. If she can't have his love… She'll surely not tolerate Lucius' cavalier treatment of her any longer."
"What will she do?"
"Nothing a proper Gryffindor like you would consider."
Narcissa did not turn around to acknowledge Lucius when his reflection appeared over her shoulder in her mirror. She slid the hat pin from her hair and levitated her hat into its proper hatbox.
"A lady's boudoir is her sanctuary. And you did not have an invitation."
"Where did you go this afternoon?"
Narcissa began unbuttoning her long gloves. Lucius took a step forward.
"Where did you go?"
"A party."
She reached back to unclasp her necklace.
"What party was it?"
"You are rather prying, Lucius. You have never been so disagreeable to me before."
She tilted her head to take off her earrings.
"And you have never hidden anything from me," Lucius retorted.
She stood and with a wave of her wand, her robe unbuttoned and slid off her body, like a skin off a serpent. The robe was sent to the proper closet compartment with another wave of her wand and she faced Lucius. Her corset was cut so that it exposed and displayed her breasts like fresh peaches on a platter and garters held up her sheer white stockings, her feet in beaded and high heeled slippers. She did not wear panties.
"Hidden things from you?"
Lucius concentrated on her insolently upturned lips.
"That boy-"
"My son."
Lucius' hands clenched for a second.
"That boy. Not only consorted with a Weasley. A male, at that, but married that trash. And you were at that abomination of a wedding!"
Narcissa did not look away as she usually did when confronted by Lucius.
"It is no business of yours."
Lucius took another step forward. Narcissa did not move.
"No business of mine!?"
"You disowned him. What does it matter?"
"Pride! I raised-"
Narcissa gave a sharp laugh.
"You aided and abetted that ungrateful wretch!" Lucius's nostrils flared.
"Disappointment does not sit well with you, doesn't it? Especially that puppet you wanted Draco to be, the perfect creation of your loins?"
"He would not be shaming this family if it were not for your interfering!"
"Allowing you free rein over him for over sixteen years and you taking offense at whatever I may do to aid him as a mother is certainly a vexation I can do without."
"Allow me? Do not forget that you are my wife!"
"Yes!"
Narcissa's voice snapped with ice.
"I am your wife. Faithful, dutiful, and self-effacing. For eighteen years. But do not forget, I had my pick of suitors. And I allowed you to treat me below my due. My son deserves better."
Lucius mouth curled.
"Better? Weasley trash? You delusional fool of a woman."
"At least he will be treated with respect by his chosen one."
Lucius snarled and he swung his wand at her face. It was not a split second but he was gagged and bound, his wand across the room.
"Always so dramatic, Lucius. It's a wonder you didn't try to attack me sooner."
Narcissa tapped her wand to her cheek, watching Lucius fume. She toed him with her slipper, turning him on his back and giving him a flash of her pink vulva. She paused, her heel digging into his chest.
"You man."
Her inflection was contemptuous. She slipped her wand between her breasts, into her corset and knelt next to Lucius.
"So arrogant."
She began to unbutton his fly. Lucius' eyes widened and he began to struggle against his bonds.
"So sure that everything and everyone should obey you absolutely."
Her fingers closed around his penis and he stilled when she began to squeeze.
"Never considering that power can lay with others."
He began to sweat, as her fingers pushed back his foreskin. He shuddered against his will as she grazed his glans with her nail.
"Ignorant, am I?"
Lucius remained adamantly silent despite the fact that he was hard and the first drop of pleasure appeared already from Narcissa's steady stroking.
"I was permissive to a fault."
She pressed down on his glans with her thumb and Lucius bit back a groan.
"I ignored what was going on."
Lucius was panting.
"I will not allow such negligence on my part to hurt my son. Anymore."
She slapped him. And smiled at his recoil and cry. She worked him up again and slapped him once more. And again. And again. Lucius' face was red, and drool mixed with tears on his face.
"You visited misery on my son."
Slap.
"You forbade me from influencing him. Save to spoil him."
Slap.
"And this is the mother you've made me."
Slap.
"No more."
She left him, her hand reaching down to play with her vulva, moisture already gathering there. With her other hand, she began to pinch her nipples. Lucius closed his eyes.
"Male. Look at me!"
Another slap and he yelped and obeyed. She positioned herself over him, teasing him with her labia, which opened and closed over the tip of his penis, not enough to penetrate.
"Look. Only you have known this. And you never gave me my due respect. Never."
She dug her nails into his cheek, leaving red furrows.
"I won't respect you either."
She opened for him and sank down. Lucius' noises became more garbled as her muscles tightened around him, hot and long neglected. Power and seeking it consumed him long before the conception of Draco and in response, she was frigid and cold. Before he ignored her entirely, she would lie unresponsively in bed and allow him to take his pleasure. When he asked, 'Did you come?' she would say no. This he could not endure and selfish as he was, he did not try to be a more attentive husband, a lover to his wife. And Narcissa allowed this. She never disabused him of his conclusion that he married a wealthy and respectable lady, a proper match for his station in society, and an indifferent, sexually barren woman.
So when her vagina clutched hungrily around him, her thighs powerful and sure and her movements abandoned and feral in their goal of pleasure, he was staggered. He could barely believe it, the sight of her breasts heaving and bouncing with every lunge, her tongue moving across her suddenly ripe lips, and the juices that flowed from her as she moved. It inflamed him. She thrashed around him, wild and vicious, slapping him, forcing him to move for her. She cried out, throaty extortions and fierce avian sounds that he had never heard before. His arms ached from straining against the ropes and he was getting dizzy for the gag prevented him from taking the breaths he needed, but he strove for her, pride abandoned and ego subsumed to the unleashed sexual fury of Narcissa. Aroused by her like he was never before, he eagerly anticipated orgasm. Narcissa's teeth flashed maliciously and she rose up completely, withdrawing and Lucius wailed at the onslaught of cold air after the perfect perfect cradle of her sex. She took out her wand.
"Constricto."
And his desire was shackled to him, condensed and stoppered. He was denied. He nearly bit through his tongue with frustration and anger, as she took him into her again. And she freely took from him, riding orgasms one after another, mocking him with her convulsions. And she did not stop. She turned her back to him, presenting him with the view of her lovely buttocks below the tight lacing of her corset as she gained pleasure from him. When she was satisfied, she turned around and continued, pinching him, pulling at his hair, scratching his face, and laughing at the frenzied desperation of his face, the way his eyes rolled and his teeth gnashed on his gag.
And eventually, the gag gave way. His bellows echoed, obscenities and pleas. His throat felt raw as he gasped for air, he was drowning, the humiliation and sensations too much. And Narcissa, terrible and beautiful like no other time, rising above him, her eyes bright and her mouth enticing and debasing him. Her vagina contracted and she dispelled her curse. Lucius sobbed with shame as she wrung from him the most powerful orgasm in his life, splitting his senses. He fell unconscious, never feeling such depth of love and hate both for his wife before.
Narcissa stood, Lucius' ejaculate running down her leg. What a sorry sight Lucius presented now, wounded and bruised in ego and body, his penis quiescent and cowed. She walked to her jewel box and plucked out a hair ribbon. She wrapped it around his palm, tapped it with her wand and stepped back.
Five minutes later, a comatose and exposed Lucius was Portkeyed into the main boardroom of the Ministry of Magic.
Ron felt that familiar twinge of insecurity as the Ministry car drew closer to the Burrow. Could Draco be happy, when he was so used to the Manor? Could he stand living so below what must have been luxurious standards even compared to Hogwarts , having much less room overall, with no House Elves to speak of? The sinking feeling intensified as he watched Draco's eyes sweep the unkempt garden, the mismatched windows, the plainly misshapen and unassuming presence of the Burrow, dwarfed by the Manor. But Draco smiled.
"It feels like a real home."
Relieved, and kicking himself mentally for thinking that way, Ron leant in to whisper to Draco.
"Maybe we should get away from everyone for a while?"
Draco glanced at the conspiring grins on Fred and George and nodded. Ron led him to the frog pond and they began walking the perimeter.
"It's great for swimming in."
"I like that tree," Draco pointed. "It's got lovely strong branches for a nest."
They climbed onto a large rock usually used for diving and sat, hugging.
"Mum wouldn't approve a nest. She'll worry about us falling and breaking our necks."
"Hmm."
Draco kissed Ron.
"Tell me what to do."
"This is good."
"I meant about living here, with your family. The rules."
"Oh. Well… When you smell cooking, just find a place at the table. Help with the cleaning up afterwards. If Mum wants any one of us, she'll yell for us."
Draco's eyebrow quirked.
"Yell?"
"Yeah. Dad gets carried away working on stuff in the garage and Fred and George's work is really noisy."
"I see. That's precisely what I need to know. I'm used to House Elf summons."
"Mum's nuts about me keeping my room all tidy. She might go through, so you shouldn't leave stuff lying around."
"Ron, I'm a Slytherin. Leaving stuff around would be suicide."
"Ha. Keep out of Fred and George's way. If they offer food, don't eat it. Check the chair before you sit down to eat if they get to the table first. Look up and down before walking through doors unless it's the kitchen. Check the bathroom, especially the shower head and toilet seat and toilet paper. If they do prank you anyway, you can get back at them. Just make sure Mum or Dad's not around first."
Ron considered.
"Percy just wants to be left alone. If he tries to boss you, you know what to do. And you know about Ginny. If Dad starts showing you muggle stuff he's got, I guess it's best for you to listen. There's a ghoul in the attic. That's about it."
They sat very still on the rock, watching the water ripple from the wind, a turtle's head emerge from the water, a fish leaping to snatch a fly. Rustling interrupted their reverie.
"Fred? George?" Ron called out.
They emerged from behind some rushes.
"Don't mind us-"
"Just passing through-"
"You two were spying," Draco flatly announced.
"Ah hah. Ronniekins, he's a smart one, he is!"
"Wouldn't have expected that-"
And both began to laugh. Ron rolled his eyes and prepared to wait them out, unless Molly called them. Draco stood up on the rock.
"Unless you have something to say that doesn't involve minding our business, go away."
"Or what?"
Draco returned their grins with a fierce one of his own. He launched himself at them from across the pond, claws outstretched. Ron witnessed for the only time in his life the twins apparating out of fright. Draco squawked in triumph.
"They are so going to prank us now," Ron muttered.
"I don't care!"
They ran up the stairs to Ron's room. Draco giddily pushed Ron against the door, and kissed him soundly.
"Our room, Draco," Ron clutched him.
"I like the sound of that."
Draco smirked when Ron missed the doorknob a couple of times from having his balls squeezed and petted through his robes just the way he liked it. He managed, finally.
"Whoa. It's changed."
"Orange," Draco murmured.
All of his things were just the way he left it, but his room was quite obviously different. For one, an extra chest of drawers, dark and imposing mahogany, was present. Draco's Nimbus Two Thousand and One was leaning in a corner and the bookshelf held more books. The Burrow as just as magical as Hogwarts and had changed to accommodate; the room was perhaps twice as wide as it used to be. Draco's trunk was of course also there, but the bed…
"I'm really going to enjoy this," Draco drawled.
A canopied, cushy and obscenely luxurious double size bed occupied the space where Ron's former rickety bed used to be.
"Where did this come from?"
Draco chuckled.
"One of the attics at the Manor, I expect. I think I like this marital gift of Mother's the best."
"More than the rings?"
"Hang the rings. Let's get squicky."
TBC