Author's Note: Oh my! I'm sosososoSO sorry! I lost my password and then suddenly remembered it while reading another fic.. Jeez! I'm SO sorry! I hope my readers haven't abandoned me! Goodness, it's been over a year… I thought it had been two. xP Ah well, you certainly haven't come here for my blabbering… Let's hope I can continue with the plot! (Even though I forgot it…) And, looking over the past chapters, I seem to find I wrote better stories then than I do now… Not that I've been doing much writing. xx Right. Onwards!
Disclaimer: I own naught anything to do with Harry Potter, since all my things are packed in boxes.
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She backed away, pale eyes wide with disbelief and utter horror at the sight before her. Lucius didn't seem to mind her discomfort, though, or simply didn't notice.
'Too busy ravishing my son...'
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Bonding Ch. 3:
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Heels
clicked on the marble floor with a feverish pace.
Tap. Taptaptap.
Narcissa strode back and forth from her
bed and to the mirror, trying to ignore her distraught, tear-stained
reflection. What was she to do? Her son, her only son, being
subjected to her… monster of a husband. Really, did that man ever
have any love for either of them? What if he was just using
Draco to rid himself of his frustrations? The life of a Death Eater
was not just a skip in the flower fields, and that Potter kid
wasn't helping much. Narcissa's eyes widened considerably; what
if he was hurting Draco? Oh gods, not only that… Lucius was the
boy's father! What would they do if someone found out? No
doubt their reputation would be stripped clean, not to mention their
property.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," she uttered, as
if it were a life-saving mantra. And at that moment a plan formed in
her mind. She'd just have to make excuses for them to never
be alone together…
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"Aah…!"
Father and son seemingly had not noticed the intrusion of their
privacy, if there was any in the first place. Somewhere in his foggy
mind, Draco took notice that they were standing (halfway in his case)
in the middle of the hall, and that did not forebode good things.
"F-Father…" he whimpered, attempting to pull away from the
taller, bigger, and stronger man. Needless to say, he didn't get
very far. Not that he truly wanted to be going anywhere…
"Hush,
Draco, you don't want us to be discovered, do you?" the silky
bass voice responded, not even bothering to wait for a response
before plunging his tongue into the boy's mouth. Draco responded in
kind, although with less experience (therefore ended up with saliva
down his chin which only served to arouse the elder man further), and
attempted to keep himself on his feet by grabbing onto his father's
robe. Lucius released his son after a minute of clashing tongues, but
wasted no time by dragging his dazed lover towards his bedroom. Too
late did he remember that his bedroom was also his wife's
bedroom, and nothing helped his lust-induced amnesia like his wife in
the flesh standing right next to the bed he had intended to use for
things less innocent than sleep.
"Ah…
Narcissa," his voice cracked slightly, but he covered it quickly
with a (fake) warm smile. "You look well today. Have you just got
back?" Draco, who had come out of his stupor, mentally snickered
for the fact that his mother looked anything but well. Why she looked
this way, he didn't bother contemplate.
Narcissa found this
situation less than amusing. Not only did her husband practically
drag her son into the bedroom she slept in to do things she
did not even want to think about, but he played her for a fool as
well! "Yes, I did," she replied rather too sharply, but continued
on in a softer tone, "Draco, darling, would you come help your
mummy a bit?" Said boy squirmed a bit from his place halfway behind
his father, finding his unfulfilled aroused state quite
uncomfortable. "Ahh…" he began, but his father cut him off,
"Draco was just about to help me make the bed, dear. Can't it
wait?" Narcissa almost laughed. Even without the flushed look and
bruised lips the excuse wouldn't have been believable. "Lucius,
darling, the servants will make the bed." The tall, imposing man
scowled fiercely, sending a bone-chilling glare at his wife. Draco,
sensing trouble, quickly sped from the room and to his own chamber,
partly to relieve his own aching need.
Lucius watched his
lover hastily leave with a small growl forming in his throat.
Averting his gaze back to his wife, he gave her a small smirk. "Well,
now that he's gone, why don't I give the servants a reason
to make the bed, hmm?" he murmured, advancing slowly towards
Narcissa, who was trembling slightly. "Lucius, darling…" she
cooed in what she hoped was a soothing tone. "We have guests coming
over, dear, we must get ready…"
Lucius stopped, narrowing his
eyes. Guests? Was he not to be informed of this? "And who is
coming over?" he asked. Narcissa ran a hand through her blonde
locks and smiled, "You remember that darling girl who used to
follow Draco around? What was her name again… Pansy? Yes, well, we
invited the family over. She's a lovely pure-blooded girl, after
all. It's time for Draco to think about the future, don't you
agree?"
Lucius let out another growl, "There was no we
in this plan, Narcissa. You decided it yourself. And therefore, you
get to deal with this. I'm going out."
Narcissa's smile only widened at her husband's retreating back. Her plan was going along perfectly…
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A/N: Bah, sorry it's short… again. I was going to write more, but I have to leave for a week or two so I'd rather get this chapter out. It's been over a year after all…!