Three Weeks
I hear his words perfectly as they spin over and over in my head.
"But if we stay at Malfoy Manor, you can see your mother and father everyday."
That was three weeks ago. Three weeks ago when we were trying to decide where we wanted to live together. Three weeks ago before the day I came home early from Quidditch practice with the Chudley Canons. Three weeks before the fateful day when I walked into our bedroom and almost choked at the sight before me.
My Harry lying in our bed. My Harry lying naked in our bed. My Harry lying naked in our bed with my father pounding into his ass.
Even over the loud beating of my heart, I can hear his murmured, "Oh fuck! Yes Lucius, harder."
He never even sees me.
But father does.
His eyes meet my horrified gaze and they have an unnatural, feral glint to them. He smirks at me before cooing to Harry, "Merlin you are so tight and hot. Are you sure that you have been ridden before?"
Harry, still unaware of my presence, laughs between gasping for air. He manages to gasp out, "Of course Lucius. It's just that....oh gods yes....Draco is on the small side."
Lucius' laughter fills the room as he looks me right in the eyes. I feel the heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks and the tears of mixed anger and sadness well up and threaten to pour over. I back slowly out of the room and lean up against the back of the door after I close it. I allow myself to crumple to my knees and begin to mentally berate myself.
Three weeks ago, it should have been so clear to me. Harry's enthusiasm for moving into the Manor should have been clue enough for me. Clue number two should have been my father's receptiveness to the idea.
I want to bash my head against the door behind me, but I doubt that the occupants residing in the room would be happy about being interrupted. Instead I just sit quietly and allow the tears slide silently down my cheeks as I hear said occupants loudly vocalizing their orgasms.
Merlin, how I wish I had a bloody time turner so I could just go back three weeks.
The end.
