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Note: Thanks to J.K. Rowling for her wonderful magical world, to my friend Annie because her role plays always bring great ideas to my mind (Happy Birthday b.t.w.) and to Amber, who's beta improved my prose. -Huggles.Three.Of.Them- Special thanks to everyone who took time to submit a review, still keep in mind that constructive feed-back is the muse of all writer.
Chapter The Second –– Cruel Dreams
A familiar soft giggle filled the air of the parlor as sunlight slipping through a window, illuminating the atmosphere as in any other summer day. Gray eyes met obsidian ones with truthful smiles.
"Draco!" Pansy exclaimed in a rush of light embarrassment. She took his hands in hers and pulled them away from her chest. Her blouse, now undone in the first three pearled buttons, showed more than she had intended. "Draco, stop it!" She repeated with a expression of mischief that didn't match at all with her complaints. Not that her fiancée obeyed just then, because his fair fingertips traveled tentatively back to the soft piece of silky lilac fabric.
"Oh Pansy!" The blond exclaimed, excitment noticeable in his words, pulling her down onto the couch and holding her head against his chest. "Oh Pansy!" He repeated playfully and her giggles, again echoed around. Both of them remained silent for a while, enjoying each other's company. Pansy paying close attention to the rhythmic compass of his breathing, and Draco enjoying the softness of her jet black hair, which was spread upon him in the form of uneven waves.
"Pansy..." He breathed, closing his eyes, he felt her gaze upon him and they fluttered back open. She was staring at him, smiling, and yet, her eyes looked slightly gloomed by meaningful worries. "Love, what's wrong?" He inquired, raising a perfectly formed platinum brow.
She shook her head and looked aside, soon sitting up onto the couch and laying her hands on her lap. Draco saw how one of them traveled to her pocket, to take out a white handkerchief and she traced her fingers around it. He knew Pansy did this only when she was truly upset, that fact made him frown in an unlike way of his. "Care to tell me?" He insisted and Pansy returned her gaze to him.
"I'm scared." She said in a faint whisper, almost sounding ashamed of her feelings. It was nothing that Draco did not know, things had started to get a little messy around them. People was disappearing and just few months ago, one far relative of the Parkinson Family had been murdered mercilessly. He wondered if this was the matter that upset her that much, but there was no doubt he was not wrong.
"Pansy, I understand you are scared. But if we stay together, things will turn up just fine." He expected to convince her and at the same time, convince himself. He had been thinking about it a lot. About what could happen to him and the rest of the Malfoys, including his Slytherin Princess and the children they would surely bring to the world shortly after their wedding. What type of life was he to give his coming family, and the one he already had, if the Dark Lord came back to take revenge over those that denied his empire when he weakened again? Absently he shook his head, she was right in being scared, he had to accept he was a bit scared too. Scared of what He-Who-Was-Not-Named-Among-The-Weak, could do.
"Right." Finally she whispered again and drew a weak smile upon her blood red lips. "We'll stay together."
"Oh yes we will!" Draco returned to his playful tone and pulled Pansy back down. She, once again, giggled and let him unbutton her blouse as sign of agreement. Draco leant forward to leave a trace of butterfly kisses along her neckline. Now on top of her, feeling dominant as he always liked best, it was easier to keep her still; not that Pansy complaint much by now. She had pulled away her head to give him better access and even arched her back, pushing her skin against his burning lips.
Draco smirked to himself at this. It was wonderful how her untrained body responded to his manipulation, she was so sensitive in certain places, or was it more the fact that he actually knew exactly how to touch a woman? It was probably mostly Pansy, whose body was like a map only he could read. In any way, this he did not know all by sure, but the expression in his girlfriend's face delighted him hugely. "Tell me you love me." He ordered, and as fast as she could manage to pronounce rationally, she did what he wanted.
"I love you."
"Tell me how wonderful I am."
"Oh Draco, you are wonderful."
"How wonderful!" Draco laughed pulling back from her neck.
"Mmm... The most wonderful of all."
"Good girl." He laughed agian and Pansy, this time, joined him. Their voices slipped through the little spaces in between the door of the room, reaching as a low hiss far corners of the Manor.
Lucius, who was reading the Daily Prophet in the main sitting room, smirked to himself, feeling proud of his boy. On the other hand, Narcissa's eyebrows quirked in an skeptical look. She rose from her seat, leaving what she was sewing on the velvet green chair and looking around, making her way to the entrance. "Lucius, dearest, you heard that? What do you reckon the children are doing?"
The blond, grown man knew exactly what the children were doing, but his wife's naïveté amused him. He cleared his throat loudly, which caught Narcissa's full attention. She still seemed clueless and Lucius took his time to think of the best thing to say. Something that was not a lie, but far enough from the truth. He was sure his wife could not handle it just yet. "I think they are just playing. You know how much Draco enjoys magical chess."
Okay, that had been a lie, or maybe just half of it. Draco and Pansy were actually playing, but nothing that seemed like chess to him. He just hoped Narcissa would buy this and leave the issue alone. Perhaps he could give his son a little privacy, by taking his own lover somewhere far from the house. A trip through their grounds would do just well, he thought.
Meanwhile, back in the parlor, Pansy had already unfastened her lover's polo t-shirt and was now heading toward the silver belt around his navy blue pants. Draco had done his job pretty much well and complete by now, so he just let her play with him as much as it felt right to her. As long as it didn't last too long, so that he could attend his carnal needs before it was too late.
"Pansy..." He rushed. "Come on." This stole another giggle from the witch.
"Be patient, Draco." She ran her pale pink index fingernail down his muscled chest. She just loved how it lacked of hair and glowed in a milky shade of bareness. "Patience is a virtue in all men." She knew she was being more than cruel, but she did not care much. Pansy had loved to tease him ever since they had formally met, when she turned five years old. And all through school, or mostly the first six years, she had make sure the boy had enough coming from her.
"Well, then, I am a man of no virtues." He stated, raising his voice a bit as to make her believe she was really pissing him off. If that was what she wanted in return to give what he craved for, it was alright with him. "I can do it myself if you would like." He offered so to rush the killing process.
"No." Pansy said firmly, she didn't like him to do it by himself. Everything was more fun to her when he gave her the chance to enjoy some playtime before anything more serious happened. "I am doing just well, don't you think?"
"Oh no!" She had found the most sensitive part of his body, just where his spine ended and the thin line of his rear started. Her finger curled along the zone and her laughter eased the constant moaning of a still dressed in underwear Draco. "You most pernicious woman!"
Finally she realized it had been enough, he was more than hard beneath the silky boxers he was wearing. Pansy knew that if she didn't take this to another level, their playtime would be ruined by his uncontrollable needs. Besides, her body had started to ache too. Seeing him so vulnerable turned her on. His last piece of clothing landed on the carpet and Draco regained composure, pushing her beneath him and soon thrusting inside her with such strength that at first the only thing he got from Pansy's mouth was a scream of pain that, lucky for them, was not loud enough to reach the outside of the Manor, up to where his parents were having their ride.
"Draco!" She couldn't control herself, she had reached climax faster than ever before. Their bodies rocking in a hard, fast song that kept her yelling his name once and again. "Oh Gods Draco!" She bit her lip so hard it drew blood into her mouth. Draco laughed lowly at the sight of the warm red liquid flowing in the corner of her lips, and just then he felt it coming as a burst of fire works in a night of the fourth of July in North America.
His bottom burning, her body sticking to his like glue and suddenly...
. - . - .
"Argh!" A very uneasy, confused, sweaty and agitated blond young wizard pulled himself up from his laying position onto a royal blue bed covered in velvet curtains and clothing. His breath was heavy and all the area of his hips pained like hell. His gray eyes traveled around the huge, luxurious room. It had been a dream... or more like a nightmare.
The sun had long ago come up fully; he could tell by the way everything was illuminated. The sheets landed on the floor and Draco stood up frowning to himself. It had been long since the last time he have had that dream, and for as long as he remembered, it had been something nice until now. He didn't quite know why it had come back; if it had anything to do with Pansy's sudden appearance at the funeral the day before, or if it was just something random, but one thing he knew was that it couldn't happen again.
Someone knocked and a pitched, cheery voice came from the other side of the wooden door much to his dislike. "Sir." Draco signaled the pathetic green tinted house elf to come in, after he settled himself on one of the nearby chairs. "Sir," The creature repeated. "Sissy, the house elf, can serve master?"
Draco had never liked the little animals that his family had taken as servants, but as long as they did their work right, it was okay with him that they stayed. Of course, he had never admitted one to touch his bare skin. "Yes, elf. My bath." He mostly snapped and closed his eyes, resting his head onto the chair fully and sighing deeply.
The frantic steps of the house elf making its way to the bathroom caught his ear and then running water into the porcelain bathtub. It was not until he could smell the vapor of water slipping through the door of the bathroom that Draco stood up and discarded all his robes, ignoring the still present little servant. Sissy made quite a reverence by covering her big teary eyes with a couple of green, bashed hands that weren't quite big enough to work. She made her way out of the bathroom and into the chamber where she arranged the bed and picked up the clothes around the carpeted floor.
Draco came back shortly after, holding a towel around his waist. His dream was still present on his mind until Sissy came back into view from behind the four posted bed. "Elf! You scared the hell out of me!" He jumped slightly, wide eyed. Sissy banged her head against the floor and repeated constantly what a bad creature she was. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Right, right. Save it for later. What do you want?" Sissy looked up and stood from the floor. She surely thought seriously about continuing her punishment later, when her master wasn't around to be bothered. "Master Draco, Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle await for Master in the sitting room."
"Okay, tell them I will be there as soon as I get some clothes on." Sissy nodded and disapparated with a loud 'thud'. Draco looked around and opened his wardrobe, his eyes completely ignored the colorful green, blue and even wine color robes and landed directly onto the black ones. Though they were all slightly too elegant, he had to respect his parent's death as was socially expected and morally correct. He remembered when Pansy once said he looked rather pale wearing black, she had always liked blues in him best.
The blonde shrugged his thoughts away and changed as fast as possible. He knew Gregory and Vincent had snuck out of work to meet him and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.
"Vince, Greg." He lent his head toward them, when he finally stepped into the main sitting room. The same room he had dreamt his father and mother in earlier that night. "What brings you here?" He asked as if nothing had happened, both men looked at each other in between confusion and startle. They did not know who was going to speak first, so both interrupted themselves nervously and finally Gregory took the word.
"How do you ask that, Draco? You know we are here to see how you are doing." The fact was pretty much obvious, he considered rather idiotic to even wonder what they were doing there. But then again, it was Draco of whom they were talking about. Always so unpredictable.
"Isn't that nice? I am doing fine, thanks." He lied, but he had to do his best since it was hard to fool a couple of people that had met him in his best and worst through out almost thirteen years.
"Draco, who do you think you are talking to?" Vincent stared at him with hard, strict gaze that reminded Draco much of the way his father used to look at him when he did something wrong or disrespected his mother or another lady in any way thinkable.
"I am talking to you." He responded harshly, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. Greg shook his head, knowing that his gesture would lead them nowhere good and he finally said what they had come to tell.
"Draco, there is something Vincent and I must tell you, but we are not sure you are ready for such news." This brought Draco's expression to a slight frown. What had he meant? After receiving the news of his parents being murdered, what else could be worse and not manageable? It had been just few days ago, when he was sitting in the usual parlor going through some papers of his father's company when...
. - . - .
Knock. Knock.
"Mr. Malfoy?" Draco heard the voice of a man coming from the other side of the door and he soon re-arranged himself in the seat behind the oak wood desk.
"Come in." He almost ordered, expecting some elf to come first, to announce whoever dared to interrupt his tedious task of checking the company's financial affairs. But instead of an elf, Draco saw a tall man dressed all in black, his hands holding a hat, twisting it so it almost lost its shape. His eyebrow quirked and he stood up at once. "What can I help you with, Sir?"
The man cleared his throat and got closer to the desk slowly. "Mr. Malfoy, my name is Charles Fawcette from the Auror Department in the Ministry of Magic." This drew an expression of horror in Draco''s face, what was an auror doing in his home? Especially when his father was out on an anniversary trip with his mother. "I am afraid I have some disturbing news to give you." Things were getting weirder with every second and, impatient to know what was going on, Draco remained silent so the man could proceed.
"Your parents have been victims of a tragic accident." Of course, Draco immediately understood, that what the auror was speaking about, was no tragic accident and he could bet his soul it had been as the result of his father's secret alliances with some renamed Dark Lord years earlier. Activities that he had left long ago.
"My parents are dead?" Draco gasped.
. - . - .
"Draco?" Gregory just wanted to make sure the youngest and only Malfoy was listening closely as it was very important for him to hear and understand every detail of the story he was about to tell.
"Yes. Yes. Go on. What would those news be?" He said with fake disinterest.
"You see, Vincent and I went yesterday for a drink after we left here to the Leaky Cauldron, down in London and we saw something that might interest you... very much" Again, Draco was left clueless. What could it be? He had seen enough shocking things for a week, but now it seemed that surprises were just not over yet. He stared expectantly at his friend seated across from him. And so Gregory continued his story...
Will Be Continued...