-Please be warned, this chapter contains very mature content. Thank you for reading.
On the journey home Aurelia had so many questions she ached to ask. She found herself staring at Lucius through narrowed eyes, her lips were pouted. She studied his facial features, at that moment she hated everything she saw. Who was this man sitting opposite her, who was he to her? Aurelia's wand sat just inside her cloak and it would whisper to her to send a hex square into his chest, she quietly promised to fulfil her wand's request when the time was right. Just as she had expected Draco hadn't lost his egotism, he boasted of what a great Christmas himself and his father had and carried on being a gloating bore the entire carriage ride. Aurelia spotted his obvious attempts to get any form of attention from his father. He would ramble on looking for a positive reaction from Mr. Malfoy, however he was left disappointed. Lucius only had eyes for Aurelia. None-the-less the relationship between father and son had seemed to flourish. Mr. Malfoy appeared to no longer detest his son but instead was firm and harsh with his words as a replacement to keep the boy in his place.
The summers night revealed shining stars in the black sky and a bold white moon, Aurelia stared out of the carriage window in awe of its bright beauty and remembered her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. At the end of the school year it was revealed that Professor Lupin was a werewolf, the news came as a bit of a shock to Aurelia because they had spent many an evening in his classroom together. They would catch up on homework that she was struggling with and he'd provided a daily remedy for her facial scars. That also was something that proved bonding between the student and teacher. She learnt a lot from him and was sad that he was to leave. She sat and rubbed her forearms to keep herself warm as the night air brought a chilly breeze with it. Aurelia peered over at Draco after he had fallen silent, he was asleep with his head propped against the side of the carriage, his hair perfectly framed his face that was lit in the moon light and mouth slightly ajar. Aurelia had to force her own eyes to stay open once they started rolling back into slumber. A thick black fur blanket was pulled from under the seat by her master. She outstretched her arms to take it but he took her hand in his and pulled her into the seat next to him. Aurelia grimaced, and Lucius's arm lifted and dropped over her shoulder and he gradually applied his strength and pushed Aurelia to lay her head on his lap. Her eyes were wide with panic yet as he stroked her hair, she relaxed, she took in a deep breath of the warm air that surrounded him. This familiarity bizarrely aided her comfort and she soon fell asleep. Lucius studied down his nose at his girl, nearly a year it had been, and she felt the same as before she had left. Warm, delicate and his. He continued to think about her and hold her body under the blanket until they slowly arrived at Malfoy Manor. His children were well and truly lost in dreamland, his son snored and the girl at his lap had dribbled onto the material which was stuck to his thigh.
Mr. Malfoy cast a spell to keep them dreaming while he removed himself from their vehicle. A levitation spell brought Aurelia out and into his arms, her head flopped over his elbow and her tiny bony knees hooked over his left arm. His wife stood in the entrance way to their home, and greeted her husband with a small bow of her head. Mr. Malfoys shoes connected loudly with the marble floor as he pounded his way to Aurelia's bedroom, he passed through the giant double doors with ease. Aurelia was gracefully lowered onto her bed by her master, her body limp and heavy with her magically induced sleep. Mr. Malfoy untied her shoe laces with delicate fingers, his smooth lips slipped into a smirk when he admired her as she snoozed. He slid her shoes off and placed them on the floor. He never once stopped watching her as he returned to the head end of her bed. The girl's chest rose and fell with each breath she took. Lucius checked her bedroom door was closed behind him before he reached and slid her Slytherin tie from its tightened position around her neck and unbuttoned her shirt, he caressed the green silk with a smirk across his lips. He stood towering above her with a sinister glint in his eyes and took his black leather gloves off his hands. He glided one hand under Aurelia's cotton school shirt and scoffed with glory to himself that he was right when he assumed she had developed breasts during the year. Lucius kept his hand on the girl's bare skin while he leant and took her lips with his own, in doing so a flurry of spasms released in his body. Taking her skin in his grasp again was something he had ached for since she left his home. His mouth swamped the girls in one long hungry taste, he then adjusted his manhood through his trousers and swiftly left. The man was aware that his jealous wife was downstairs waiting for him to come back down.
Lucius Malfoy went back to the carriage and roughly dragged his son out and ordered him to bed. Lucius gave his own penis a gentle squeeze and loosened his trousers before entering the manor and the presence of his wife.
"Lucius, husband, please I beg of you. Please resist your urges" Narcissa placed one slender hand on her husband's chest when they stood in front of their wide, stone staircase. She pressed her lips to his velvet overcoat and closed her eyes to say a silent prayer. Lucius gave a loud sigh and raised his eyes to view the top of the stairs. "come to bed" she said and he grabbed the back of her head and crushed his lips to hers.
Narcissa spent the next 3 hours tied to her bed, she was groped and bruised. She was bitten and whipped. She was tortured and pleasured. She regretted what she said.
Aurelia was locked in her bedroom for the entire summer break from Hogwarts, she was driven mad by being confined to the four walls of her room. She often screamed profanities out into the stale air, daily she cursed the Malfoys for keeping her captive and denying her the truth of her real family. She was fed once a day by Mrs. Malfoy who secretly cried when she saw the state the girl would get herself into, the girl would fall asleep with red and puffy eyes from sobbing and most days she'd have no voice left at all. Mr. Malfoy was gone for most of the time because things were changing in the wizarding world, and fast. Mrs. Malfoy would support her husband in the upcoming events that he would take part in, but she didn't agree with the plans at all, her son was none the wiser to the imprisonment of Aurelia, he continued his normal teenage life and had his fellow students over for parties but would frequently be out all night.
Aurelia listened with her ear pressed against her door for any sign of life beyond her bedroom. She would force her vibrant blue eyes into the empty keylock to peer through the door. She trashed her room in a fit of rage but every night while she slept, it was restored to how it should be by Mrs. Malfoy. The girl lost all sense of time and she couldn't be sure how long she had been trapped, she tore at the clothes which hung from her skeletal frame and then one morning she awoke with company.
Lucius Malfoy had entered the girls' bedroom unnoticed, and due to his wife spending the night in his quarters Aurelia's room remained destroyed. He eyed the girls work with a sneer; one drape hung torn from its pelmet, the mirror on top of her dresser was smashed with blood spattered in the reflection, all her clothes covered the floor and the drawers were strewn across the room, the voiles from the poster bed were ripped down and the feathers from her pillows lay covering the girl as she slept, they moved gently as she breathed. Upon inspecting Aurelia Lucius saw blood smeared across her face and matted in her hair but the wounds were at her hands. The nightshirt she wore lay flat against her body, revealing her ribs, pelvis and two small mounds at her chest. The girl's tiny feet hung off the bed. She looked so calm laid in the middle of such a mess, so peaceful however much she hurt inside.
Mr. Malfoy stood steadfast as Aurelia bolted upright in her bed, feathers were matted into the disturbed curls of her raven hair, she saw her master and darted to him, she beat and pounded her fists into his strong chest but he was still with his cane in one hand, he didn't move, just watched his girl let lose all her frustrations into his body. She sobbed and screamed but they emitted as scratchy squeaks due to a sore and dry throat. The air in Mr Malfoy's lungs left his body when without warning, he was squeezed around the middle. Aurelia had locked both her arms around his torso, she breathed with anger that flared her nostrils, her eyes were sore with rage and fresh tears fell from them. Mr. Malfoy slowly and calmly leaned his cane against the door behind him and wrapped his arms around the child, he rested his head on the top of hers although his neck ached at such a bent angle. No words were exchanged but both beings could feel each other's anguish.
Lucius plucked the girl from around his waist and bent at the knee to see her face, he held her arms in his strong grasp. She looked through the curtains of her hair into the cool grey eyes before her, her strained diaphragm jumped, causing intakes of breath as she calmed herself down. At that moment she had not felt her usual anger towards this man, but she had felt angry at herself. For as she saw him stood in her bedroom, her stomach lurched, she yearned to be next to him, to be held by him. She needed comfort so badly that she sought after the only familiarity she knew. Why is it that she was most frightened to come home to her master yet once she was alone in his presence she longed to please him?
Lucius Malfoy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and wiped away a tear while briefly cupping her cheek before letting his hand fall back to grip her hands. After embracing her hands for a moment, there was something sticking the skin of his fingers together. Malfoy let her hands go to look at this substance, it was a delicate mixture of crusted old blood and bright fresh crimson fluid. He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself to stand.
"In that trunk there are your new school things that I've had delivered. You'll find your wand in there too. You'll be returning to Hogwarts today" he said to Aurelia. Malfoy paused for a moment, she held her mouth slightly ajar while she moved her eyes from her things and back to him. Her lips were dry and swollen. He twisted on the heels of his shoes and plucked the girls bathrobe from the cloak stand and eyed the girl hungrily over his shoulder and told her to follow him.
Aurelia had almost forgotten the atrocious things Mr. Malfoy used her for, over the summer her mind was focused on the matter of who her real parents were. She had lost all recollection of what he took delight in doing to her tiny body, until now as she ambled behind him as they walked through the chilly halls. Her heart raced and in her stomach the acid began to eat away at her throat. The pair approached a bathroom, Draco Malfoy had walked past them just in time to see his father close the door behind himself, Draco was able to see the wild hair of Aurelia stood in the middle of the room before the heavy door was sealed, the click of the lock echoed through the corridor. The young Mr. Malfoy ran to his bedroom where he slammed his door and buried himself in the lavish and deep furnishings of his bed.
Inside the bathroom Lucius had turned on the shower taps, the cubicle was more like a room itself and probably could fit around 6 people into it. Steam erupted out from the top of the glass panel as Aurelia was instructed to undress. She looked at herself, she was only wearing a ripped nightgown, she reluctantly slipped her shoulders out and the thing fell off her to the floor. Aurelia crossed her feet and tried to cover her modesty with her arms. She didn't want to move again, her master was a meter away but the heat from his body could still be felt on the goose bumps of her pale skin. He leered and indicated with a flick of his head that she should enter the shower.
Rage bubbled in Aurelia, she felt humiliated "tell me who my parents are" she very shamelessly demanded.
Mr. Malfoy was obviously annoyed, he closed his eyelids in frustration before talking between closed teeth "Aurelia get in the shower". He opened his eyes to see her stood naked in front of him, determined in getting answers. He sighed and started to slowly pace his way forward "are you sure you want to find out?" he toyed with her. "I think if you knew, you'd thank me for my outstanding generosity towards yourself" Malfoy taunted, he circled her like a shark.
"You were born to a prisoner, in the dirt cells that house those who have committed worse crimes than murder. You're scum Miss. Lestrange. We took you in, we didn't have to, but we have fed, clothed you and kept you for near 13 years and yet here you stand before me, defying me in my own house." He spoke menacingly slow and his voice raised in decibels with every word until he shouted the last. The name Lestrange rolled off his tongue far easier than he had imagined. Perhaps in some way calling her by a different name than his own, eased the guilt he felt for his actions. Aurelia trembled she tried to shy away from the man, she held her head low waiting to be struck across the face with the back of his hand. She waited but then regained her composure only to be met with what she had feared. A sharp slap to the right side of her face.
Aurelia's eyes stung and filled with water, she blinked but looked into the icy cool stare of Lucius Malfoy. His hand snaked out towards her and gripped like iron on to her wrist. The cold metal of his rings pressed onto her skin as his fingers met with his thumb around the small circumference of her arm. They jostled when she refused to move her hand from her breasts but she relented and became unbearably calm as he led her hand to a bulge at his groin. That growl of trouser zipper broke the silence of the room and his sticky warm grip guided her hand inside the tight cloth, he squeezed her wrist tighter until her fingers gripped around his manhood. Mr. Malfoy wrapped his other arm around the girl's head, burying her face in the crook of his arm to silence any potential protests. Fear began to creep over Aurelia, she thought that she might suffocate but she found a way to breathe when she turned her head into his armpit. Aurelia's eyes were clamped shut under the velvet fabric of his jacket, but her nose and mouth sat hidden between triceps and torso, taking in and repelling air rapidly. Her hand moved with his and gradually the grasp around her head constricted to an agonising pressure, Aurelia struggled in his hold and tried with all her strength to escape and small yelps flew from her mouth.
Lucius became extremely frustrated and aggressive, he shoved her to the floor and enclosed her mouth with an iron grip. Aurelia desperately tried to suck air through his fingers, she clawed at his hand and forearm as he roughly threw her knees apart and forcibly pushed himself into her. His hips thrusted violently to break through the muscles that resisted his entrance and threw Aurelia's hands off his chest and held them above her head. He took her screams with his mouth, which smeared the girls tears and snot onto his own face. Mr Malfoy grunted into her mouth and his large body shuddered with his explosive orgasm.
Lucius got to his feet and watched Aurelia whimper and shake beneath him. His trembling hands fixed his clothing and then reached into his hair with panic. He was in disbelief of what he had done, he hadn't taken his obsession with Aurelia to that level before and in previous times reminded himself why he had these desires. They started as a possession of his mind and body from another being, but they went on to ignite his own beast.
Malfoy pulled Aurelia to her feet and into the shower, his shoes clicked on the stone floor upon his exit. He smoothly closed the door behind him, his eyes darted about before he let go of the handle. He was thinking, he was certain she would remain silent, but he'd have to make sure. He smoothed his hair and grinned to himself, never had he felt so satisfied however in the palm of his hand was the sticky residue of her blood. His beast began to growl again.