BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
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Chapter Fifteen: The Portkey to Punishment and Confusion
The next evening, two Slytherins cast made their way down to the Snape's Potions Class in the dungeons. It was just after six-twenty-four when they were standing outside the Potions Class, it's door shut. They now had roughly five minutes to prepare themselves.
"Now?" Pansy whispered.
"Now." Draco nodded firmly as he began to turn the door-handle, and at that exact same moment the hands on all clocks in Hogwarts went to five-twenty-five. A strange, yet familiar, sensation shot through his body, as though there was a hook being pulled behind his bellybutton. Too shocked to yell out, Draco merely inhaled sharply as the hidden portkey in the door worked its magic and he vanished. All of this happened in the space of barely a second
"Draco!" Pansy cried. Of course, there was no answer. Pansy's eyes widened with panic. Her first instinct was to run away screaming, but the Slytherin in her made her stand her ground and take several deep breaths.
"Maybe I should follow." She muttered to herself. "Maybe I should find out exactly where he went. After all, we are allies for now and allies are supposed to back each other up." She paused to smirk wryly. "Besides, if he's not here with me, then I'll have to take the blame for being here for both of us." She could here footsteps at the top of the stone staircase now so, without hesitation, Pansy clutched at the door handle and gritted her teeth as she felt the hook at the back of her bellybutton and was swept through the Portkey. Then everything when dark.
Fortunately, that was only for a moment. When the darkness vanished, Pansy found herself next to Draco in a room that gave off a sense of familiarity. She was sitting on it's cold marble floor, and when she tried to get up, realised she was unable to move anything except her eyes. There must have been a Petrificus charm cast throughout the entire room. Only a few minutes later, Blaise appeared out of nowhere next to her and also tried to move without success.
A few more minutes passed and, quite suddenly, the door opened and in the doorway stood none other than Lucius Malfoy, one hand resting on his elegant, silver-topped cane. He smirked cruelly at Pansy and Blaise, but his face obviously softened as his gaze turned to Draco.
"Excellent timing, I must say." He commented, not moving from the doorway. I set the Portkey to start at exactly six-twenty-five and end at exactly six-thirty-two. It is now six-thirty-three and I have you all right where I want you." He reached into one of the pockets in his robes to pull out a wand, which he pointed at all three of them. "Now, if I agree to release you all, do you promise to cooperate with me?" Of course, he received no answer, but raised his wand to reverse the spell and the three teenagers sighed with relief as they were finally able to get to their feet and move their cramped limbs.
However, that relief was merely momentary for Blaise and Pansy. They had both barely managed to get out the kinks from their arms and legs when Lucius waved his wand once more and muttered another spell under his breath, causing lightweight but very strong shackles appeared on their arms and legs.
"An extra precaution, just to make sure that neither one of you try anything stupid." Lucius said to them. Draco had remained as he was, unshackled and free to move. "Follow me." Lucius ordered them as he turned on his heel. Pansy and Blaise didn't want to, but it wasn't as if they had a say in the matter. Draco followed as well, though it was out of free will for him.
When Lucius finally allowed them to stop, they were in one of the many underground dungeons within the Malfoy Manor. Pansy and Blaise stood side-by-side, unable to move their limbs.
"I suppose you are all curious as to why I have bought you here." Lucius said, staring hard at Pansy and Blaise. Without allowing them time to answer, he continued on "There are laws of conduct in the Malfoy family. These laws must never be broken. If they are broken, regardless of whether this person carries the Malfoy name or has committed the offence against a Malfoy, then it is in our laws that the person is to be punished as we see fit." He strode forward, slender arms crossed over his chest as he scrutinised the exotic youth and the petite girl.
Pansy stared back indifferently, trying to push down the rising fear in her stomach and mask the scared expression in her dark eyes. Blaise stared over Lucius' shoulder defiantly in a macho manner, but, when Lucius leaned in a little closer, he swore that he could hear Blaise's heart beating so fast that he could barely distinguish between the separate beats. A smirk formed on his thin lips. They were obviously terrified, which was exactly what he wanted.
"And the both of you have committed crimes against the Malfoy name. You both played mental and emotional games with my son which resulted in my almost losing him forever." His eyes narrowed as he leaned in and spoke his next words. "I may be perceived as cold and uncaring but I can assure you that I am only that way to certain people. I care more about my son than either one of you heartless cretins will ever be able to comprehend and I will not just sit back and watch him being hurt by people that were supposed to care about him. Therefore," His eyes began to glitter dangerously as his smirk widened. "I shall punish the both of you for your actions."
Lucius aimed his wand at Pansy first and began to say "Cruc-" but before he could finish the dreaded curse, Draco had knocked the wand out of his hand, yelling "NO!"
"No? You wish to punish her yourself?" Lucius asked. Draco shook his head fervently.
"No. I mean you cannot hurt Pansy. I will not let you punish her."
"You do not wish to see this young harlot receive justice for what she did to you?" Lucius sounded as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Draco, do you feel alright?" Draco stared at him in a hard, stubborn manner.
"You cannot punish Pansy because she is innocent, Father." To say Lucius looked confused would have been an understatement.
"Just a minute, Draco. When we talked in the hospital wing, you told me what you saw going on between them and I could tell that you were being honest…so exactly how can Pansy be innocent?"
"Because she came in to see me only a few days later." Draco said calmly. "And I found out that she wasn't trying to steal Blaise away from me. In fact, she had absolutely no idea that Blaise had been with anybody except her. He wasn't just cheating on me, he was also cheating on her and neither one of us had had any idea about it until the day I saw them in that room together." Lucius didn't reply but instead stared intently at Draco, then Pansy, and then Blaise, twirling his wand in his right hand. His eyes held a more thoughtful and pensive expression than they had just moments before.
The air was thick with nerve-racking silence until Lucius came to a conclusion.
"Alright then." He sighed and aimed his wand at the still-shackled Pansy, muttering the reverse spell and freeing her from the enchanted shackles. He took a step forward and extended his hand to her. "Please accept my apologies for my near-miscarriage of justice, Miss Parkinson." It was cool and very formal but it was still an apology, which Pansy accepted gracefully by placing her small hand in his and shaking it firmly.
"However," Lucius turned back towards Blaise, who had remained silent the entire time. "I can hardly think of a feasible excuse for your actions, Mr. Zabini, and I am extremely doubtful that either my son or Miss Parkinson are willing to defend you from my actions." He began to raise his wand before stopping momentarily to add in a sarcastic manner "Now…do I hear any pleas for my mercy upon this pathetic excuse for a pureblood?" He paused again. "Obviously nobody wishes for you to be treated mercifully, Mr. Zabini…Crucio!"
At that moment, Blaise's eyes widened in alarm and as the green flash hit him he began to scream in agony. Draco and Pansy simply stood there with triumphant smirks on their faces. Sure, it wasn't as funny as the Viagrus spell, but it was obviously causing Blaise a thousandfold more pain, which, in the opinions of both Draco and Pansy, was what he deserved for toying with them both mentally and emotionally.
After exactly forty seconds, Lucius lifted the curse, not out of mercy, but only because he was aware that over-exposure to the curse could cause insanity and land him in Azkaban once more, which he did not want. Blaise was now breathing heavily, his head limp and hanging down.
"May I?" Draco asked, stepping forward. He aimed his wand at Blaise. "Serenitio." Blaise went into a deep sleep almost instantly. He turned towards Pansy. "You know what to do now. Don't forget the bond between you."
Pansy closed her dark eyes, placing one finger on each temple and pressing firmly as her face screwed up in concentration. A golden crown of light seemed to appear around her head and around Blaise's as she concentrated, breathing deeply. A few minutes later, bloodcurdling screams began to echo throughout the soundproof dungeon. Lucius raised an eyebrow in question.
"She's invading his mind." Draco answered, sneaking a glance at the look on his Father's face. "Pansy knows Blaise's weaknesses and she can project them into his sub-conscious so well that they almost become reality. She did this yesterday but with different thoughts after I cast the Viagrus spell on him." Lucius' face remained almost impassive but the corners of his thin lips curved upwards slightly in amusement.
The screams grew louder as Blaise's body twisted uncomfortably in his sleep. Then, a shuddering gasp came from Pansy as she pressed her fingers hard - too hard - into her temples and crumpled in a heap on the floor, her dark hair spilling around her like a river of black blood.
"Pansy?" Draco brushed her hair away from her face. She was conscious, but she appeared drained of energy. She laughed humourlessly.
"I forgot. I can't do that for too long because it requires too much energy. Pity really, I was just starting to enjoy myself." They both smirked in amusement at each other.
"Ahem." Lucius coughed to gain the attention of Pansy and Draco. Lucius smirked lightly at them.
"Unless either one of you desires to inflict more punishment upon Mr. Zabini here I shall be taking over now." He paused, waiting for a reply. They both shook their heads as an indication that they were done for now. "Good." Lucius tapped Blaise on the shoulder, causing him to come out of his sleep almost automatically. He stared at Lucius, his dark eyes wide with fear.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" He demanded, trying not to allow a quiver in his voice.
"Imperio." Was the only answer he received and instantly, Blaise could feel that happy, floating feeling coursing through his body. Then, he could hear Lucius' voice, but it sounded like a faraway dream.
"Open your mouth and let me feed you this." No, I wont. Blaise thought but still felt his mouth opening as if invisible fingers were prying it apart and felt the sensation of a slightly bitter liquid being poured into his mouth and being swallowed.
"Reverso." The happy, floating feeling of the Imperius curse was lifted. Blaise felt normal. That is, as normal as he could feel while he was shackled in one of the many dungeons in the Malfoy Manor. But he had enough sense to know that the worst was not over.
"Now, for a test." Lucius said. "What is your full name?"
"Blaise Alexander Zabini." What was the point of this?
"Are you a bisexual."
"Yes." It came out so smoothly and with no emotion. Now Blaise understood. Lucius had forced him to drink Veritaserum.
"Were you intimate with both Pansy and Draco?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell them both that you loved them?"
"Yes."
"Did you mean it?"
"No." Lucius' already cold eyes seemed to grow a layer of ice at this answer.
"Then why did you tell them that?"
"For two reasons. One, it makes them submissive to you. Two, I wanted to keep them both because the sex was great."
"WHAT?" This came from both Pansy and Draco. Though they were both already more than aware of Blaise's ways, hearing that they had been used coming straight from his mouth still hurt. Lucius noticed the furious, hurt expressions on their faces but continued on.
"How long were you with each of them?"
"Five weeks with Pansy, just over two months with Draco."
"How many times were you with them?" Despite his potion-induced state, Blaise gave a wide smirk.
"I was with the both of them seventeen times and ten of those times were within three hours of each other." Lucius' eyes narrowed into icy grey slits as he stared at the exotic youth, then turned towards Pansy and Draco, who were both wearing expressions to match his.
"I assume you are both familiar with the cat-o-nine tails?" He asked. They nodded. "Accio cat-o-nine-tails!" The cat-o-nine-tails flew into his hand from across the dungeon.
"However" Lucius continued "This one is slightly different because of an enchantment I have placed upon it. Unless you actually bear witness to the victim being administered his punishment, then his wounds are invisible to you, as will be the blood shed from his wounds. Draco, would you care to deal the first blows?" He smiled cruelly at Blaise as he aimed his wand at him, forcing his arms to rise above his head where they stayed, suspended in the air. Another spell and Blaise was left naked from the waist up, exposing soft, olive skin.
CRACK! The cat-o-nine-tails landed squarely across the small of Blaise's back, drawing blood on the first go. Blaise shuddered and gasped, feeling too much pain to scream. Draco's smirk disappeared as he bought the whip down again. All the pain, the rage, the pure, unadulterated hatred rose to the surface once more as he bough the whip down for the third time, hot tears pouring down his cheeks like the blood tricking down Blaise's back from the wounds.
"Bastard! Slut! MUDBLOOD!" Draco shrieked, bringing it down again and again. "IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!!! YOU FUCKED ME UP, YOU FUCKED PANSY UP, YOU FUCKED UP EVERYTHING!"
Finally, Draco began to subside and stepped back, the tears of rage turning to tears of pain and relief. Finally, it was all truly gone from him, and he could genuinely feel peaceful for the first time since Lucius had visited him in the Infirmary. Lucius seemed to be ready for Draco, and was there to hold him close, embracing him and wiping away his tears as Pansy took over, bringing the whip down on Blaise's back with an unexpected strength for one as small and slight as herself.
"Why would you go to all this trouble for a punishment?" Draco asked as Pansy continued to attack Blaise, occasionally stopping to heal wounds so she could start all over again on fresh skin.
"Because." Lucius answered. "It was in the Malfoy codes of honour, and I have never been one for breaking those codes." Draco raised an eyebrow and Lucius gave him a sideways smirk of knowing. "Also, you know that I would never rest until I was sure that Blaise had paid for just how much he hurt you. It was a complex plan but it all worked perfectly. Even that loathsome house-elf that loves Narcissia so was perfect, which means that that equals one less house-elf for you to kill." Draco snickered, then called
"Pansy, why have you stopped?" Pansy shrugged.
"I've worked everything. Besides, I counted the amount of time I whipped him. Don't you think thirty-five is sufficient enough?" Draco snickered again.
"For our Blaise? I think that not even thirty-five thousand would be sufficient." Lucius stepped forward.
"If you are satisfied, then I think it should be my turn. Miss Parkinson, you are free to leave if that is what you wish. All you have to do is transfer yourself by Floo through the next fireplace you see outside of the dungeon."
"Actually, seeing as the punishment is yet to be over, I think I may stay around to see exactly how much more pain he can take before slipping into unconsciousness." Pansy answered in a deadpan voice, handing the cat-o-nine-tails over to Lucius. It's thin, leather strips were spattered with Blaise's blood. Lucius strode over to the still-shackled Blaise, examining the lacerations on his back, occasionally running a finger across one of them and emitting a whimper of pain from Blaise.
"How many more can you take before you become unconscious?" He asked, remembering that Blaise was still under Veritaserum.
"Thirteen." Was the monotonous reply. Lucius snorted.
"Weakling. When I was your age, my Father punished me in exactly the same way and I was forced to keep count each time until he tired. If I lost consciousness, I was simply revived and we started again." With that, he bought the whip down right across the centre of Blaise's back, emitting a bloodcurdling scream as it lacerated already broken and abused skin…
Finally, after twelve more whips, Blaise did indeed lose consciousness but remained in his suspended position, blood seeping from his numerous wounds. His back had been almost literally slashed to ribbons. Bloody ribbons. Lucius frowned, closing up a few of the wounds, but it was not an act of sympathy or pity. It was for practicality, making sure Blaise did not die of blood loss but would still be in genuine pain for a long time to come. Muttering another charm caused the drying and dried blood to disappear from Blaise's back, leaving only the wounds and scars caused by the enchanted cat-o-nine tails.
"Obliviatus Minorus!" Lucius muttered, pointing his wand at Blaise once more.
"What was that?" Pansy and Draco asked almost simultaneously. Lucius shrugged.
"It's a very mild memory charm, and I'm surprised neither one of you happen to be aware of it. It only obliviates parts of a memory that I choose to be obliviated. Blaise will remember a whip, blood and all the pain as well as the nightmares Pansy gave him, but as of now, he will have no memory of Malfoy Manor or of us specifically attacking him." He paused for a moment.
"Miss Parkinson, take Mr. Zabini back to Hogwarts with you. Draco, stay back for a moment, I wish to talk with you."
Pansy nodded solemnly as Blaise was unshackled and she exited through the dungeon door towards the nearest fireplace, an unconscious and now fully clothed Blaise draped on her shoulder. Now the two Malfoys were left alone.
"Why did you do all this?" Draco asked, his arms crossed casually as he stared at this Father.
"Like I told you before, Draco, it was in the Malfoy codes of honour and I wanted Blaise to suffer for hurting you. But your suffering became my prime reason for all of this. Seeing how much you were hurting made me decide that I could not rest until you were truly at peace and Blaise had felt at least a taste of the pain he had inflicted upon you."
"…Woah." Was all Draco said.
"What do you mean 'woah'?" Lucius inquired, a hint of amusement in his cool voice. Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"I just can't believe you care so much." Lucius raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"What on Earth do you mean? Of *course* I care, Draco. I always have." He exclaimed. Draco looked at him pointedly.
"Well, no offence, Father, but I spent more than fourteen years of my life believing the exact opposite. I mean, you treated me more like a distant cousin than your son." This was said deadpan, but Lucius' sharp ears caught the hint of bitterness in Draco's voice and guilt mixed with hurt flashed through his eyes, but he was quick to mask it. Even if he was closer to Draco now than he had ever been before, he was still instinctively masking his 'signs of weakness'.
"I treated you that way *because* I cared about you." Lucius answered, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. He felt hurt when Draco shrugged it off irritably, obviously in one of his dangerous moods once more.
"Why don't you explain that to me because it all sounds like a load of bullshit." Draco growled, his bad mood rising.
If Draco had spoken this way less than two years ago, there was no doubt in Lucius' mind that he would have either beaten Draco severely or threatened him with an unforgivable and the Malfoy codes of honour. But Draco had still been a child back then. Now, he was sixteen, on the verge of becoming an adult, and he had changed dramatically over the years. He had a fierce inner strength within him that in a way, Lucius found himself almost fearing. He very nearly snorted at this. Lucius Malfoy, almost afraid of his unarmed son?
"If I distanced you enough, then you would have left me." Lucius answered. He chose his words carefully, knowing that one wrong word could easily sever the bond he and Draco had forged over the past two years. "And if you left, it meant that there would not be another Malfoy among the ranks of the Death Eaters. The life of a Death Eater was not something I wanted for you and I knew that from the moment you could talk that if I simply told you not to follow Voldemort that you would not listen, because you think like me. What I figured was that if I could make you hate what I once stood for by not being a perfect Father, then, in my own complex, twisted way, I could save you from becoming what I was doomed to become." Lucius sighed, raking a hand through his thick, white-blonde hair.
"I'm forty-three years old, Draco, and look at me. Do I have anything to show for it that really matters? I spent more than half my life following orders from a madman, the only person I ever fell in love with was murdered by the very madman I worshipped, and on top of that, I think I must be the worst Father in the entire Wizarding World."
"Two years ago, I would have agreed with you." Draco answered calmly, his bad mood seeming to subside a little. "But I'm older now, and I think I'm a little wiser. You're not a perfect Father, I definitely agree with you, but you could hardly be the worse, because over the course of this year, you proved to me that not only are you as human as I am, you really do care about me." Draco paused to smirk briefly. "Even if your form of caring does involve making the blood run from my ex-boyfriend's back." Lucius couldn't help but snicker at Draco's extra comment, unfolding his arms as a strange, whimsical look came over his face.
"What is it?" Draco asked in confusion, looking at his Father's expression. Lucius shrugged.
"I was just thinking. You are sixteen, seventeen in February, Draco, and I spent so many years of your life trying to keep my distance from you. It won't be long before you will be too old for you to consider yourself as still being my child. I really think we both missed out on too much, and there is no way that we can ever regain it." Draco nodded in agreement, also starting to feel rather whimsical. "Still" Lucius continued "You are still a child legally until you turn eighteen, so I may as well do my best as a Father before then. I may not be the best Father in Wizarding history, but I know I can be a better Father to you in the short time until you become an adult than my Father was to me my entire life."
Draco smiled and pulled his Father into a tight, encompassing hug, his left temple resting against Lucius' right for a brief moment.
Neither one of them were exactly sure who moved first or why it even happened in the first place, but barely a moment later, they turned heads and grey eyes met grey then closed as their lips met for an unnaturally long moment and manner for Father and Son. Everything seemed to pour through that simple touch. Fire and ice racing down their spines, sparks filling up their bodies and making them tingle, their mouths melded together as they opened instinctively and Lucius' tongue seemed to slide naturally into Draco's mouth like liquid fire, making them both shiver in delight.
Just as suddenly, Lucius pulled away, his normally calm, collected expression gone. His grey eyes were wide open, mixed emotions rising in them as he backed away from an equally shocked Draco. Neither of them spoke, the realisation of what they had just done hung heavily in the air. Being bisexual was considered bad enough in the Malfoy codes of honour, but committing an act of homosexual incest, no matter how small…
Without saying a word to his Father, Draco ran out of the dungeon to the nearest fireplace. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, he yelled "Slytherin Common Room" and disappeared among the flames.
Lucius just stood there, the tips of his fingers touching his lips. That one simple kiss had filled him with so much shock, confusion, and worst of all, guilt. Guilt because not only had he enjoyed the kiss, he wanted to kiss Draco again, but at the same time, he felt disgusted with himself. This was his only son, whom he had remained distant from for so long. They were still forging stronger bonds and anything that happened between them that wasn't purely paternal could destroy their bonds permanently.
Meanwhile, Draco walked back to the Slytherin common room in a daze.
"I know what we did was wrong." He whispered to himself. "So why do I want to kiss him again?"