The next day, Daffodil was silent as she made the meal for the morning. Lucius' house elf, Beauie was sweeping the backporch, while Draco stood in the kitchen doorway.
"Ivory's coming over later, I thought you might want to know" Draco informed.
"Thank you Draco" responded Daffodil.
Draco did not bother to ask if everything was okay, he'd known after he had arrived at the Manor after he had visited Severus, that something wasn't right. Plus, the bruise on Daffodil's left arm was poorly hidden, and he felt sympathetic towards Daffodil. However, he felt nothing more, then pure hatred towards his father. As his father entered the kitchen, Draco could not hold back his words any longer.
"This becoming a habit of yours then" stated Draco.
"Draco-" Daffodil was silenced by the raise of Lucius' hand, her hand came to the bruise on her face, and she immediately turned back ot the meal she'd been focusing on.
"What is it you're incinuating" questioned Lucius.
"Nothing...but prehaps the fact of you beating every woman that has ever come into this house" hissed Draco.
"How dare you speak to me in such a way" hissed Lucius withdrawing his wand, and pointing it toward Draco.
"Crucio" growled Lucius.
"Protego" Draco yelled back.
"Thundis"
"Strobumus"
"Expomentum"
"Protego"
"Sectumsempra" hissed Lucius once more.
Daffodil immediately stopped cooking, she recognized that spell - Severus' spell. She hurried into the living area, why had she been such a coward? Daffodil whimpered as she saw Draco lying on the ground bleeding, and she could feel the tears readying themselves to slip away from her eyes.
"You" growled Lucius towards Daffodil.
Daffodil looked to Lucius.
"Go to the bedroom, NOW" Lucius hissed.
She paused for a moment, but Draco's eyes pleaded her to go. Daffodil then hurried along up the stairs, and into the master bedroom. Lucius soon followed, and the master bedroom door shut.
Minutes later Draco heard a knock at the door, and though weak. He lifted his wand, and pointed it to the door.
"Ah-Alo-Alohomora" said Draco.
The door unlocked, and Ivory hurried in to Draco's aid. She wasn't one to typically fawn over Draco, but was glad she did at that moment.
"Are you okay" stated Ivory, after healing most of his wounds.
Which then Draco heard a thump from up above them, and he looked sickened. Draco took a hold of her arm, and led Ivory into his room. He lay down on his back on his bed, and she lay beside him. Draco could hear the sliding of the bed, and watched as the ceiling continued to flake down on him and Ivory. Ivory shut her eyes tightly, trying to ignore what was happening.
Attempting to distract her, Draco kissed Ivory, then after awhile made the kiss more passionate. He then found himself on top of her, but continuing to only kiss her. Ravishing Ivory was the only thing Draco could think of doing, only to keep Ivory from thinking about what was going on up above them. He wouldn't do anything too serious with her, but he had to do something. For the snogging wouldn't continue to work for much longer.
Draco had never planned to make love to her under these circumstances, even he wanted to do something a bit more romantic then just having her alone in a room. However, Draco would regret not doing so later on, and Ivory wasn't particularly going to decline. Surprisingly, Draco mustered the confidence to allow his hand to travel up Ivory's dress. She only moaned in response, causing him to wonder if she'd been waiting for him to do this - for him to finally take control - for him to finally start acting like a man, as his father would call it.
He pulled away from their kiss, then Draco began to remove her knickers, and as he tossed them to the side - he was relieved. However, now he had yet another problem dawning within him, being pure desire. Draco felt horrible, he was acting like his father - wanting to be inside her. He would've withdrew completely, if he hadn't noticed that the flaking of the ceiling become faster and harder. He kissed Ivory once more, before she hopefully had noticed the change in pace.
Even after he'd done this before countless of times with other Slytherin girls, and a few Ravenclaws - it felt different with Ivory. If she were to get pregnant he would not be angry with her, he truly loved her, and for once Draco felt the need to show it. When he'd finally removed the rest of her clothing, and removed all of his. Draco came inside of her, stilling only to allow her to adjust to him. He then began thrusting within her, and it felt unbelievably enchanting to be inside of her.
Once they had finished, he lay in bed beside her. His black long sleeved button-up shirt, left unbuttoned; which left him revealing his flat, but muscular chest - with Ivory's hand placed over a small bit of his six pack. He was sixteen, but would father a child along with Ivory anyday. Draco actually loved her, and would hate to lose her - he also loved Daffodil, his stepmother. Even if she wasn't his true mother, she cared for him.
As Draco heard footsteps coming from up above, he was sure they were his father's own. Draco would hate to leave her alone in his bedroom, but abadoning the possibility of getting through to his heartless father - wasn't something he was willing to do. He wasn't hoping to accomplish anything in particular, expect -that he was not going to take this anymore.
A/N: So you're all probably thinking "this was more Draco/OC, this wasn't Lucius/OC". Yes, I know...don't get angry -_- . It's because, I decided to throw another situation into the mix. Which you'll learn in a few chapters, okay...all good...okay :)
-MadmoiselleIvory
