If you were to stop a random passerby on the street in Diagon Alley and ask them what they thought the Lord and Lady Malfoy's sex life was like, they would probably smack you, or at the very least scoff and sneer in utter revulsion at such an inappropriate and crass question coming from a stranger. And yet, that didn't stop the vast majority of the British wizarding world from having their own private opinions on the topic, driven mostly by rumors and the like.

Talk to those in Knockturn Alley's dive bars after buying them a drink, and they'd gladly tell you all about how Lucius Malfoy had a pencil dick, or that he was seen plying young boy whores for some under the table fun in their humble little alley just the other day. You'd hear all sorts of talk about him being a poofster, how he was undoubtedly fruity with his regal demeanor and all around refined, too-pretty face.

Meanwhile, somehow get invited into a little chat between some Pureblood Ladies of the Wizarding World and you would almost certainly hear all sorts of rumors about how Lord Malfoy was far from his wife's favorite wand. How they all knew Narcissa had had numerous flings with the household staff (no, not the house elves, that would be uncouth) and how they were all shocked that Lucius and Narcissa had even done it long enough to produce Draco. Why, if it wasn't for how much the boy looked like his father, they'd think him illegitimate.

The most ballsy of these Pureblood Ladies would even say, in strictest confidence and after a few too many cups of wine of course, that they had heard these things directly from Narcissa herself, providing even more fuel to the rumors.

However, if one was a particularly observant individual, one might notice that these same conversations never took place when the Lady Malfoy herself was actually around. Even if one were to be invited to her inner circle, they would never hear a single negative thing about her husband from her lips, or the lips of those within earshot of her. Likewise, Lucius Malfoy was never not lavished with praise and attention whenever he attended a party or gala. The very ground he walked upon was worshipped wherever he went.

This was, perhaps, because every last rumor about the Lord and Lady Malfoy's sex life was a lie. Made up by those who were envious and jealous of their betters, of those who despised Lucius Malfoy for standing at the top of the Wizarding World, there was no end to the depravities they would lay upon his shoulders.

After all, someone of such power HAD to be a degenerate, did he not? Someone of such beauty, such grace HAD to be homosexual. His long hair, his smooth features. He was like an elf of old, not like the house elves of the modern age, but like the elves of the ancient tales from Merlin's past. It was so much easier to accept that he was a small-dicked Lord who fed his ego with boy whores rather than lay with his wife.

So much easier for them to accept that Draco was the exception rather than the rule, that the Malfoy Scion was lucky to even exist given his father's… proclivities. And yet, all of it was a lie.

To be fair, Draco was lucky to exist. Not for the reason that any of them thought though. Narcissa Malfoy would never have another child. The difficulties had not been with Lucius, but with the woman he'd married, a woman all but sold to him by the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. The middle child of the Black sisters, Narcissa had been a beauty in her youth… but her constitution was not the best.

Ultimately, in the end, she had barely survived childbirth, and not even the best medicine magic could offer had been able to restore Narcissa's womb after Draco had been born. They suspected some sort of blood curse, possibly cast on the Black Family by their enemies, but that sort of thing was notoriously difficult to track, and in the end Lucius and Narcissa had been gratified to have the healthy baby boy that they did have and had left it at that.

One might suspect a callous and ruthless Lord like Lucius to find an excuse to set Narcissa aside in the wake of her failure. Even if one were to think he feared retribution from the Black Family… well, in the wake of the Dark Lord's first failed rise, the Black Family was in shambles, it's 'Lord' locked away in Azkaban, and Narcissa's parents long dead.

There was no one left to help her if Lucius had chosen to discard her at the time that it had been made clear to them by their own private physician that Narcissa would never be able to carry again. She wouldn't have even been able to call on her sisters. Not with one in Azkaban right alongside Sirius and the other disowned for marrying a mudblood.

Some of his fellow Lords, if they'd known the full story, would have even said that Lucius had every right to discard Narcissa and take on a stronger, heartier woman to secure his line in the event that anything happened to Draco. They would have said it quite publicly too, throwing their support behind the Lord Malfoy.

They never got the chance though because that never came to pass.

And so we come to the present. It's mid-Autumn, and the Malfoy Manor is quiet now that it's young heir is back at school. Quiet… save for a soft moaning coming from within it's Master Bedroom, as the Lord of the Manor slides in and out of his beloved wife, taking her gently but firmly upon their bed.

Narcissa moans out as Lucius drives himself into her, careful not to hurt her, always so very gentle in their lovemaking. In contrast, she's not as gentle herself, her nails raking down his back as she pants heavily. For all that he maintains a slow, languid pace in order to keep from harming her frail body, there's no denying one simple truth… magic can be used in a lot of different ways.

Like for instance, amplifying sensation so what's actually a slow, plodding bit of lovemaking feels like a raucous round of hardcore fucking. Even as Lucius' cock, neither small nor limp as the rumors might have one believe, glides in and out of the Lady Malfoy's quivering quim, she's moaning louder and louder, her voice growing in volume from the soft cries it starts with, to something truly intense.

She cums hard for him, and Lucius smiles down at his wife, pleased at her responsiveness. He continues to thrust in and out of her, continues to take it slow, even as his balls tighten up. But not yet… he does not cum yet. Instead, he takes his time and enjoys every last bit of Narcissa's body. It's been a few months since they've truly been able to enjoy each other, what with Draco back in the home and as rambunctious as ever.

Their son had been quite eager to monopolize both of them throughout the summer. Whenever Lucius was around, Draco was all too excited to show his father the things he'd learned at Hogwarts, or to learn even more things at his father's feet pertaining to politics and the world he would one day be entering as a Lord in his own right.

Lucius was all too happy to teach him, all too happy to ingrain in Draco the lessons that had in turn been ingrained in him by Abraxas Malfoy. Lucius may have made the mistake of allowing a Dark Lord to mark him, but the man couldn't help but be hopeful that Draco would rule in his own right, unmarked and unbowed, beholden to nobody.

Meanwhile, whenever Lucius was taken away by his work in their hidden nation's government, Draco would spend time with his mother, Narcissa hanging off of Draco's every word as the bright young wizard regaled her with tales of his time at Hogwarts.

Both of Draco's parents loved him very much, even if perhaps they did not always know how to show it. But that didn't mean they weren't happy to see him return to school, if only so they could have some alone time in the rare moments when there wasn't work for Lucius to be doing, once more. This moment was such a time… and it also was not.

As Lucius finally lets himself cum, spending himself deep inside of Narcissa, the both of them let out a shuddering breath in unison, mutual pleasure achieved as they stare into one another's eyes intensely for a moment. Then, Lucius pulls out and lays on his back beside his wife, the both of them recovering over the next few minutes. Until finally…

"How was your trip to Gringotts, my love? Were you able to inquire about these Dursley folk?"

As he talks, his fingers find Narcissa's and curl in between them, the two of them holding hands as Narcissa finally catches her breath and manages to nod.

"Y-Yes. Though as you well know, the goblins can be quite… taciturn. Still, I was able to learn some things from the ornery creatures."

Lucius doesn't insult his wife by speaking, he merely raises a single brow and waits for her to continue. Narcissa spends a moment formulating her thoughts, before finally explaining what she'd learned.

"Petunia Dursley, the boy's mother, did indeed have access to the former Potter Vault before it was ultimately shuttered with the confirmation of Harry Potter being a squib."

Lucius inclines his head at that. The Boy-Who-Lived's status as a squib was actually something HE'D gone and investigated at the Ministry. Finding out that Harry Potter of all people had no magic… it was shocking, but also highly amusing. The Dark Lord was said to have been defeated by this boy… and now he was a squib?

It wasn't common knowledge yet among the public, mostly because those in the know really didn't know how to possibly present it. Fudge was baffled by the news, and Lucius had told him that sitting on the information for the time being was best. Namely, so that Lucius himself could decide how best to use it. Needless to say, he hadn't told the Minister THAT part.

"For all intents and purposes, the Potter Vault's contents have been transferred to the newly minted House Dursley in their entirety. Which means the Potter Vault has effectively been renamed the Dursley Vault after Petunia Dursley proved she was a proper witch, and that mudblood sow's magical core collapsed on her."

Lucius doesn't know whether to smile or frown, if he's being entirely honest. On the one hand, the Potters had gotten what they deserved for letting a mudblood into their ranks. Lily Evans Potter had ended up being a plague on their House, and now they were completely wiped out. A fitting end for such 'Champions of the Light'. Just thinking about them was almost enough to make Lucius sneer.

On the other hand however, this meant that all of that gold, all of those lands, all of that property… was now in the hands of a small no-name House that no one had ever even heard of. These… Dursleys were a completely new force on the board. For nearly a decade and a half, Lucius hadn't had to worry about the Potter Fortune.

The Potter boy was nowhere to be found, and while Lucius had acknowledged that he would be a problem down the road, House Malfoy had effectively controlled the Wizarding World all this time. Not unopposed, of course, but Lucius knew how to handle the Wizengamot and the Ministry. He was quite good at it, in fact.

Now though, while the Potter name was extinct and the Potter boy was a squib, the Dursleys had shown up, and with all of the wealth of the Potters, they were something of a Wild Card on the political stage. It was good that Draco had already managed to befriend the Dursley boy, that was exceptional… but Lucius would have to keep an eye on things in order to make sure House Malfoy remained on top, no matter what.

"… They must have been a squib branch from a few generations back, yes?"

Blinking out of his thoughts, Lucius looks over at his wife.

"Pardon?"

Looking confused, like she's trying to puzzle it out, Narcissa frowns.

"These Dursleys have come out of absolutely nowhere, haven't they? But for Petunia Dursley to be a witch with the ability to access the Potter Vault, would that not mean that she was descended from a Potter squib? They've always been… particularly lax with their squibs, after all."

Lucius had to incline his head in acknowledgment at that. Indeed, the Potters had always been too kind to their squibs. Disowning them, but also setting them up with enough money for them to make their way in the muggle world. Really, it was the only thing that made sense, given all that he and Narcissa had been able to find out.

"Indeed… they likely couldn't touch the Potter holdings until there was no living wizard or witch left from the main family. Once the boy turned out to be a squib, and the mudblood's core collapsed in on itself, the goblins likely found these Dursleys and told them the good news."

Really, it was the only way it all made sense, and Lucius rubs his thumb across the knuckles of his wife's hand, pleased with her for coming to the realization before he could. It didn't change the fact that the Dursleys were a Wild Card that had to be handled with care, but it was good to know their origins at least. And from what Draco had told them about this… Dudley Dursley boy, House Dursley just might be the right sort of folks to replace House Potter within their world. The right sort of folks indeed…

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