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THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 7 : Always think with your cock - the Mafoy ethos
Narcissa Malfoy turned up the very next day, much to everyone's dissapointment. She'd dragged along Lucius, who wasn't looking particularly excited to be there. Narcissa also appeared to be drinking a lot.
Even stranger was the fact that Lucius appeared to be sober.
Hermione turned petrified when she saw Draco's parents - one was bad enough, but both of them . . . well . . . let's just say that at that moment, suicide lost it's sting forever.
Narcissa glared at Hermione. ''So . . .''she said, trying to form a sentance in her drunken state. She pointed a manicured finger at Hermione and started to babble incoherantely. Lucius didn't bother to restrain her, but started whistling, pretending he wasn't there.
''You . . you . . you're pregnant,''said Narcissa.
''Well done, Mother,''said Draco nastily. ''Thank you for pointing out the obvious.''
''Shaaaddap you!''Narcissa rounded on Draco. ''It's your fault, you whiny little brat! Just like your father . . . always thinking with your cock!''
''I'll be glad to tell you, good lady,''said Lucius coldly. ''That I don't think with my cock.''
''Explain this little mistake then!''she bellowed, pointing at Draco with distaste.
''Oh, that was just a one-off,''said Lucius dismissivly.
Draco didn't seem to appreciate this at all.
''You know your father, Draco?''said Narcissa, in full rant-mode.
''Not personally,''replied Draco.
''You do know that he's been shagging the maids ever since we got married??''
Lucius went back to whistling and twiddling his thumbs.
Narcissa contined to rant. ''And he's always drinking and there are always funny explosions from below the house and there's always someone burying a rolled-up carpet in the back garden.'' Narcissa swayed a little. Obviously the whiskey was really starting to kick in. ''And he never wants to shag anymore.''
Draco took this oppurtunity to be very violantly sick into a small plant. Hermione felt that if his mother kept on talking in this vein that she'd be joining him.
Lucius gave a sigh and lit a cigar. ''Narcissa, do shut up,''he said cooly.
Narcissa gave a little anguished cry and stumbled away to be alone / be sick.
Lucius turned to his son with an almost worried expression. ''Your mother, Draco . .''he said. ''It's like having a large and slobbery dog . . you don't particularly want to touch it, but you feel a certain cringy concern for it when it's unwell.''
''Oh,''said Draco.
''I suppose I should go and make sure she doesn't choke on her own vomit,''said Lucius lazily. He took a couple of deep drags from his cigar, twiddled his thumbs a little, whistled some more, made forced conversation about the weather until he reluctantly headed off to make sure his wife hadn't died of alcohol poisoning.
Draco blinked and turned to Hermione, looking apolegetic. ''If only we could say that was the weirdest thing we'd ever seen, eh?''he said wistfully.
Hermione nodded. ''Let's go and get some pie,''she said.
''Yeah, why not,''said Draco. ''I could do with some pie.''
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After Narcissa had sobered up, and washed the vom out of her hair and after Lucius had cleaned yet more vom off his shoes, Draco and Heriome were summoned to speak to the two of them again.
''Right then,''said Narcissa, coldly. ''About this child . . '' She said the word ''child'' like she was talking about Lucius, with deep resentment in her voice.
Draco started imagining his ''happy place''.
''You're going to have to give it up for adoption of course,''Narcissa continued. ''I will not have some half-breed bastard child in my family.''
Hermione went red with anger.
''I can't have my son being known as 'the Malfoy who shags Mudbloods' now can I?'' Narcissa gave Hermione a hard, cruel smile. ''We have a certain lifestyle.''
Hermione nearly exploded at this point and Draco decided to move his chair a little further away from her.
''Who the fuck do you think you are, you pompous, arrogant, peroxide-blonde bitch???''Hermione roared. ''A certain fucking lifestyle?? What?? You mean the lifestyle where your stuck in a loveless marriage where your husband fucks around with the maids?? Where you get pissed as a fart in a vacuum cleaner and throw up over yourself?? What in the hell kind of lifestyle is that??''
Narcissa's eyes flashed dangerously. ''I don't think you know who you're talking to, young lady,''she said.
''Yes, I sodding well do,''Hermione snarled. ''I'm talking to an ugly bitch with no life outside of a whiskey bottle. And one more thing - this is my baby, not just your bloody son's, and I'll decide what to do with it - not you. Now, why don't you fuck off and get roaring drunk again, because we all know how much you fucking well love that!''
Narcissa got up to leave, looking at Hermione with the deepest hatred she could muster.
''And your arse is far to fat for that skirt!''Hermione yelled after her.
Lucius stood up and went to leave. Then, as he reached the door, he gave Hermione and big thumbs-up and a grin and left.
Draco was looking at Hermione with shock and awe.
''Crikey,''he said.
Hermione sat down, tired after her little outburst.
''That was . . .the coolest thing I've ever seen since my dad fell over the cat once,''said Draco, totally in awe.
''I never want to meet that woman again,''said Hermione. She got up again. ''And now,''she said. ''I think I'll get myself another piece of pie.''
''And I,''said Draco. ''In true Malfoy fashion, shall think with my cock and follow you.''
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Chapter 8 will be up in afew days I guess. Sorry this chapter was so short. I'm working for exams you see, so it might be a while. Thanks for the reviews everyone! :-)
Luv Lux
xox
THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 7 : Always think with your cock - the Mafoy ethos
Narcissa Malfoy turned up the very next day, much to everyone's dissapointment. She'd dragged along Lucius, who wasn't looking particularly excited to be there. Narcissa also appeared to be drinking a lot.
Even stranger was the fact that Lucius appeared to be sober.
Hermione turned petrified when she saw Draco's parents - one was bad enough, but both of them . . . well . . . let's just say that at that moment, suicide lost it's sting forever.
Narcissa glared at Hermione. ''So . . .''she said, trying to form a sentance in her drunken state. She pointed a manicured finger at Hermione and started to babble incoherantely. Lucius didn't bother to restrain her, but started whistling, pretending he wasn't there.
''You . . you . . you're pregnant,''said Narcissa.
''Well done, Mother,''said Draco nastily. ''Thank you for pointing out the obvious.''
''Shaaaddap you!''Narcissa rounded on Draco. ''It's your fault, you whiny little brat! Just like your father . . . always thinking with your cock!''
''I'll be glad to tell you, good lady,''said Lucius coldly. ''That I don't think with my cock.''
''Explain this little mistake then!''she bellowed, pointing at Draco with distaste.
''Oh, that was just a one-off,''said Lucius dismissivly.
Draco didn't seem to appreciate this at all.
''You know your father, Draco?''said Narcissa, in full rant-mode.
''Not personally,''replied Draco.
''You do know that he's been shagging the maids ever since we got married??''
Lucius went back to whistling and twiddling his thumbs.
Narcissa contined to rant. ''And he's always drinking and there are always funny explosions from below the house and there's always someone burying a rolled-up carpet in the back garden.'' Narcissa swayed a little. Obviously the whiskey was really starting to kick in. ''And he never wants to shag anymore.''
Draco took this oppurtunity to be very violantly sick into a small plant. Hermione felt that if his mother kept on talking in this vein that she'd be joining him.
Lucius gave a sigh and lit a cigar. ''Narcissa, do shut up,''he said cooly.
Narcissa gave a little anguished cry and stumbled away to be alone / be sick.
Lucius turned to his son with an almost worried expression. ''Your mother, Draco . .''he said. ''It's like having a large and slobbery dog . . you don't particularly want to touch it, but you feel a certain cringy concern for it when it's unwell.''
''Oh,''said Draco.
''I suppose I should go and make sure she doesn't choke on her own vomit,''said Lucius lazily. He took a couple of deep drags from his cigar, twiddled his thumbs a little, whistled some more, made forced conversation about the weather until he reluctantly headed off to make sure his wife hadn't died of alcohol poisoning.
Draco blinked and turned to Hermione, looking apolegetic. ''If only we could say that was the weirdest thing we'd ever seen, eh?''he said wistfully.
Hermione nodded. ''Let's go and get some pie,''she said.
''Yeah, why not,''said Draco. ''I could do with some pie.''
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After Narcissa had sobered up, and washed the vom out of her hair and after Lucius had cleaned yet more vom off his shoes, Draco and Heriome were summoned to speak to the two of them again.
''Right then,''said Narcissa, coldly. ''About this child . . '' She said the word ''child'' like she was talking about Lucius, with deep resentment in her voice.
Draco started imagining his ''happy place''.
''You're going to have to give it up for adoption of course,''Narcissa continued. ''I will not have some half-breed bastard child in my family.''
Hermione went red with anger.
''I can't have my son being known as 'the Malfoy who shags Mudbloods' now can I?'' Narcissa gave Hermione a hard, cruel smile. ''We have a certain lifestyle.''
Hermione nearly exploded at this point and Draco decided to move his chair a little further away from her.
''Who the fuck do you think you are, you pompous, arrogant, peroxide-blonde bitch???''Hermione roared. ''A certain fucking lifestyle?? What?? You mean the lifestyle where your stuck in a loveless marriage where your husband fucks around with the maids?? Where you get pissed as a fart in a vacuum cleaner and throw up over yourself?? What in the hell kind of lifestyle is that??''
Narcissa's eyes flashed dangerously. ''I don't think you know who you're talking to, young lady,''she said.
''Yes, I sodding well do,''Hermione snarled. ''I'm talking to an ugly bitch with no life outside of a whiskey bottle. And one more thing - this is my baby, not just your bloody son's, and I'll decide what to do with it - not you. Now, why don't you fuck off and get roaring drunk again, because we all know how much you fucking well love that!''
Narcissa got up to leave, looking at Hermione with the deepest hatred she could muster.
''And your arse is far to fat for that skirt!''Hermione yelled after her.
Lucius stood up and went to leave. Then, as he reached the door, he gave Hermione and big thumbs-up and a grin and left.
Draco was looking at Hermione with shock and awe.
''Crikey,''he said.
Hermione sat down, tired after her little outburst.
''That was . . .the coolest thing I've ever seen since my dad fell over the cat once,''said Draco, totally in awe.
''I never want to meet that woman again,''said Hermione. She got up again. ''And now,''she said. ''I think I'll get myself another piece of pie.''
''And I,''said Draco. ''In true Malfoy fashion, shall think with my cock and follow you.''
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Chapter 8 will be up in afew days I guess. Sorry this chapter was so short. I'm working for exams you see, so it might be a while. Thanks for the reviews everyone! :-)
Luv Lux
xox