Draco Malfoy arrived at his mother's house the following Sunday. She failed to show up for their weekly brunch. He sat around for hours waiting for her. He even sent her an owl, inquiring about her whereabouts. His message went unanswered. He was completely shocked at her behaviour for it was completely unlike her not to show up. She always showed up. In fact, she tended to show up early, and he was always the one running behind.
He brushed some invisible dirt off his suit coat and tossed a glance over his shoulder, hoping no Muggles had spotted him. How can she live among them? He wasn't familiar with her neighbourhood and hadn't bothered finding any hidden places where he could Apparate. Hopefully I won't have to, he scoffed, eyeing his surroundings. Sure, the flats were nice enough, but she belonged back in the Wizarding world.
He dismantled her wards with relative ease. He reminded himself to ask her to strengthen them. Granted, her flat would never have the same protections as the Manor, but she could at least try. He'd even offer to help her set them up. She's getting too comfortable here, he opined, pushing the door open.
"What the hell!" he cried, tripping over a silver stiletto. He fell, and his face hit the marble floor. He ran his hands over his face, making sure no blood had been split. He stood up, grabbed the offending stiletto and set it to the side. His cool grey eyes scanned the room, which was far messier than he had ever seen it. The stiletto's matching mate, a pair of black men's dress shoes and various articles of clothing covered the marble staircase.
Merlin's beard! Who could she possibly be with? Draco picked up a dark green silk dress and carefully laid it over the banister. Could she have gone out on another date? He picked up the black silk dress robes, inspecting the label before laying it over the banister next to the dress. At least he's got good taste! He pulled out his wand and sent the shoes downstairs, placing them next to the lone stiletto. Heaven forbid anyone else trip over these! Where are her damn house-elves? Why aren't they cleaning up this mess?
He continued up the stairs, cringing in horror as he spotted a black lace bra and matching knickers atop the staircase. A pair of black boxer briefs lay on the top of the pile. He cringed and stepped over them. No way in hell I'm touching those!
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a very familiar walking stick laying outside the door to Narcissa's bedroom. Impossible! Draco picked it up and inspected its silver snake's head. Bloody hell! He pulled out the wand hidden inside, confirming his suspicions.
He was so engrossed in his investigation that he failed to hear that sounds coming from inside his mother's bedroom. He put the wand back into its hiding place and held up the walking stick, debating whether to put it back where he found it or to place it somewhere else. Perhaps I'll set it here, he thought, noticing a side table a few steps down the hall.
"Oh yes, Lucius!" shrieked his mother. "Right there!" Draco heard a loud slap, undoubtedly a hand meeting bare skin. "Don't stop!"
Draco's head snapped up. His eyes widened. Is that what I think it is? It is, isn't it? What else could it be? Draco's mind yelled at him to leave as quickly as possible. But, for some reason, his mother's words stunned him, rendering him unable to do anything. He stared at the door, wondering if it'd fall off from the force of the two pressed against it.
"Yeah?" bellowed Lucius. He muttered something Draco couldn't understand. The door stopped rattling. Draco felt the bile rise up in his throat as he heard his mother begging Lucius to continue.
And then, the door started rattling again, even harder this time. Moans and grunts filled the air until the couple reached their completion, her with an ear-splitting shriek that went on for a few minutes and him with a deafening roar.
Shite! Shite! Shite! You need to leave now! Draco bent down, attempting to lay his father's walking stick outside the door, back where he'd found it.
Unfortunately, Draco wasn't fast enough, and the door swung open.
"Draco!" his mother exclaimed, startled to see him standing in front of her. Thankfully, she'd donned a robe beforehand. She pulled it tighter around her waist, hoping he hadn't seen anything. He'd certainly heard enough. "What are you doing here?"
"Mother, you missed brunch," Draco said calmly, trying to pretend as if he hadn't been standing outside her bedroom door for the last few minutes. He peeked at her, schooling his face as not to comment on her appearance. Flushed face. Messy hair with strands stuck up in all directions. He almost vomited when he noticed a few love bites that decorated her pale neck. Simply put, she looked completely fucked. And, from the sounds of it, she seemed to have enjoyed every minute of it.
"I'm so sorry," Narcissa apologised. Her cheeks reddened, and she stared at the floor. She'd never felt so embarrassed. I knew I should have answered that damn owl!
"Don't worry about it," Draco quipped. "Sounds like someone had a good time!" he added, winking at her.
Narcissa yelped and whacked his arm. She shook her head, grabbed her knickers and threw them into her bedroom. She stepped around him and practically sprinted down the staircase.
"You could have responded to my owl at least!" Draco called after her, finally letting out the laughter trapped in his chest. He turned back around and came face-to-face with a completely naked Lucius.
"Holy shite!" Draco yelled, throwing a hand over his eyes. Lucius placed a hand over himself, picked up his boxer briefs and stepped into them, completely oblivious to his son's reaction. "You could have conjured something to put on," Draco suggested.
"Son, I believe you have my wand."
"Oh, yes!" Draco exclaimed, glancing down at the walking stick in his hands. "Sorry!" He handed it back to Lucius. Lucius conjured a black robe and pulled it on.
"There. Happy?" he asked, belting the robe shut.
Draco took a deep breath and nodded, relieved to see his father clothed.
"Thanks for cleaning up," Lucius commented, looking at the staircase. Draco nodded again, still unable think of anything but the salacious sounds he'd just heard.
"So… it worked?" Draco inquired once he'd gotten his wits about him.
"Well, that's pretty obvious, isn't it?" Lucius drawled. A huge smirk spread across his face. "Thank you, son," Lucius added, affectionately patting Draco's shoulder.
"You're very welcome," Draco replied to Lucius' retreating back. A huge smile formed on his face, and he whistled a happy tune all the way down the stairs.
A/N: We've reached the end. Thank you to everyone who made it this far, especially those of you who have reviewed, favourited and/or followed. I'll be posting a follow-up story soon, so stay tuned!