DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual propert
Warning: This chapter contains scenes more of the M type.
By the way in this story children aren't perfect, they are polite, but they are children. I think we can all see a little of our children, or our siblings, or even ourselves. This story goes to all the children lovers everywhere and to everyone that was a child...everyone. Thanks to everyone for reading my un-beta fics hope they make your day better.
This is the M version of this chapter. There might be a T version of this chapter under Malfoys and their Mates- V1.
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Father doesn't know best.
"Love, I will tell you all about it when I wake up." Lucius charmed away all his clothes, except his boxers, and as he spoke the last of the sentence, he faded out.
Narcissa took off her robe and her gown and just kept the camisole she had worn earlier. She left the thigh-high silk hose, worn with the emerald green garters and matching knickers and bra. Then, she stretched her body very close to her hot wizard and closed her eyes.
Something was nibbling her ear, "Who is this wanton mommy and does she remember about Daddy's play-date?" A husky voice was whispering while hands were going up her leg; fingers had just found their way to her nether lips, and were now inching their way in.
Mommy, totally smitten, felt a frisson of desire tightening her lower stomach and groin. She arched her back as a pool of moisture immediately wetted her knickers. Yes, without a doubt, lust for Daddy was in control, and Cissy had transformed into a sex witch ready to bid to Daddy's command.
"Daddy, your mate, is very ready to play" she whispered, well knowing what it did to her wizard, and she moved her body even closer, making sure her bum made contact with him. He growled and dug his fingers into her hips. His claws were elongating, but this was not the time, not now.
He breathed her scent profoundly trying to control it. No, it was impossible to, thus decided to let it ebb on its own. He vaguely suspected the beast was behind it in its need for reassurance from the mate, after losing their son in the park. He had to keep that visual away, but it would take some time. But now, he pressed his erection against her, making both of them gasp and want for more.
With a sharp fingernail, he sliced her camisole open in the back and did the same with her knickers and bra. His Cissy knew better than to complain, she loved his wild side.
He was pushing the garments off, while he licked, kissed and lightly bit her neck. Both were moaning with desire, his hands close over each breast as he kept moving his hips against her.
"Turn around," he murmured while he kept pressing his hips against her bum. But he wouldn't let go off her.
"Let go for a second," she giggled, as he grabbed her head sideways and sunk her lips onto hers. With one knee he pushed hers open and put her leg over his. "Open darling," as he found her hard nub.
"Oh, who is this wet, oh, yes," he was rubbing her in small circles and with his other hand caressing the length of her body. He noticed the claws had retracted, he felt in control and found her all giving.
"Lucius tell me you want me," she asked while her hand was searching for him, and having a hard time finding the object of her search.
"I love you, want you, my Cissy," his voice broke up. He felt her small contractions as his fingers found the moist entrance, "Aha...yes," he said as she put her hand over his. Bringing her hand to her lips, he licked the index finger, a parody of love. He hissed, "Please, let me in, I need you."
"Yes, yes," her body tensed as a wave of pleasure moved along her body.
Her hand guided his already wet cock to the still pulsating entrance. As always, the feeling was overwhelming, she was fine-tuned to him. He'd had too much stress that day, and he needed to be reassured; after all, she could feel his need and his sad mood.
He couldn't take it slow, later, "You feel so good," his words weren't clear. All he could do was to seek his release, and Cissy's hand came from the front to touch where they were joined, increasing the pleasure, "Oh, yes,"
Lucius was sucking her neck; licking over the marking; holding her breasts while his fingers caressed her nipples; they were in sync; both moving their hips, increasing the friction. The release of their magic, as usual, would make the walls of the Manor sing with joy. The gathered power was getting stronger with each generation; it would be needed to protect them against the approaching dark.
They were feeling close to their release, his movements were no longer matching hers, "Lucius, please," in the recesses of his mind he thought, please what? She guided his hand over her clit once again, and she tried to reach him. All at once, things spiraled out of control. The thrusting got furious, he was near her cervix, and the sensation was unique. He felt her fingers clamp at the base where he was joined with her.
He yelled with pleasure, his body arched. She cupped him while he hunched over in an acrobatic position. She felt his wide cock inside of her, harder and harder, the friction and the pressure increasing, she clenched her walls intentionally, increasing the tightness around him.
He hissed in pain and pleasure, "Yes, yes," he moaned. The lust and feelings were consuming both. Finally, at once, he felt the orgasm coming, the tightening, and his release; his eyes rolled towards the back of his head, and both gasped and moaned loud as they came, just seconds apart. "Love you."
A few minutes after he moved a pillow to rest his head near her breast. He lay there just licking her nipple playfully; he was spent for now. He told her of Draco.
Cissay stretched her hand and pulled her reticule after she listened to the unbelievable tale.
"Love you need to go and see Papa Serpens; remember to send an owl and not to come unannounced." Her voice was firm.
"No kidding, imagine short of a hundred and still going at it like a young buck."
Lucius said wistfully, wondering if they would get to be that age and he would have the same stamina. And then laughed thinking of all the embarrassing moments with his Papa; never mind the eyefuls with his parents, at least a couple of times. And the not so funny ones they had provided for Draco, hmm, no good.
"Yes, we have to remember about Draco, we are not much better," she laughed at his statement, he was right about that.
"What beautiful hair, "Narcissa had Mimi's tress in her hand.
"Yes it is," said Lucius smelling the hair of his mate, "and smells great, my beautiful Cissy."
How to end a Playdate - or Males know best, not!
"Ah, that reminds me of something I wanted to show you, let me go and get it." Lucius Accio his robe and walked towards Draco's connecting room. Narcissa restrained herself from saying anything, what was the sense.
He came back with the peach jumper, "Darling that was probably a bad idea, you might wake him up," Narcissa admonished him, fearing that their play-date would be cut short.
Lucius took his place back, "Nah, Draco is out like a light, probably for hours after the energy surge incident. He was resting with the peach jumper held close to him, I almost couldn't take it away...Hmm, Pretzel isn't happy with me, oh well. Check this out, it has a bizarre bug eye something," Lucius read "and under it reads Hello -'
"A cat, this is a cat? Lucius murmured at her answer, "crazy mudb." Narcissa smacked him lightly.
"Ouch, don't hit me. I meant Muggles."
"If they are going to be in the family, you must remember that little ears repeat all that one says or have said." Narcissa reminded him; he was a naughty child.
"Ok, why do they print this demon-like creature in their children's clothes? Look at this, bug eye and demented, the Mudbloods..."
"UGGH, ouch, what did I say this time, why did you hit me?" Lucius was so used to the word that he hadn't heard himself say it.
"The m-word my dear...we are already in-laws to a mud, err, Muggle." Narcissa stopped herself, and her mouth twisted in a troubled smirk.
They looked at each other "So dear love," Lucius said and bit her nipple with laughter in his eyes, "aha, a case of the pot calling the kettle black? Hmmm." His eyes brimmed with bad intentions, and his mouth had a smirk that wasn't sweet at all."I think it is time for retributions, this calls for severe punishment."
Lucius pounced on her, not nasty but playfully, and tried to turn her over to smack her. Narcissa was struggling, she knew him, and he would give her a sore bottom.
He was wicked, and she was yelling and laughing, "You brute, unhand me, wife paddling went away since the early 1900s," she was yelping and rubbing against his already hard erection. She was also feeling quite wet and ready.
"Be a good witch and a graceful loser by accepting your punishment with dignity," he continued as he bit her, pinched her nipples, and licked her, "You used the Mudb, Mud, word oops."
Narcissa quickly turned around and had mischief in her eyes, "I know of a better punishment," as she went down on him, biting his lower belly while licking lightly.
It was making him squirm, and to hold his breath as her fingers searched in between his legs, "Open love, take it as a big wizard," as she first slipped the two fingers on herself for lubrication, and proceeded towards the target, slipping them in. "Ah my witch," he relaxed to let them in, and moaned in great delight, as her lips closed around the moist head.
He had just started breathing right, his legs shaking when she laughed softly, "Let me go and wash my hands quickly and use the loo. I hope you feel properly punished...Next time my turn." She turned and winked her eye, seductively swinging her hips on the way to the bathroom.
A shiver ran down his back, and he hoped for one more round. Draco still had half an hour of napping maybe longer.
Cissy was coming towards the bed, she had a long silk robe, he raised his eyebrow, "You are too beautiful for a wizard," she was again on fire, she was hoping for her turn and bit her lower lip seductively when he beckoned her to the bed. She lowered her eyes to smile in triumph.
And...just the door between the rooms opened and a small energy ball entered the room before either spouse could say a word. The short figure made a mad dash to pull the garment out of Daddy's hands.
Draco was already at Lucius and jumped unto Daddy's lap. It was unfortunate since his body was really ready and waiting for Mommy, "OUCH, son," Lucius' eyes closed with pain.
Narcissa laughed. Pretzel was at the door mumbling something about a little wicked wizard.
A sleepy Draco angrily said, "I want my Mimi's jumprerr," he was clearly upset. Narcissa, who had forgotten his earlier fit, was amazed at the Draco in front of her, "It is mine, give it now." He sounded grumpy, and Lucius could no longer tolerate the mine, mine, and the nastiness.
"Son, what did we talk about being nice?" Lucius who was sated and happy looked at Cissy and thought of the promise of being her turn. With her eyes, she was asking him to give the jumper back to Draco.
"My jumper, I wants it, mine, mine," Draco was sobbing, all flushed and screaming. The parents were looking at each other fresh out of ideas when he heard Abraxas' voice telling him about Octan's incident. Octan had been sick, that was it, and Lucius realized that he had taken away the one connection to the little girl.
"Here son, here, I was just showing it to Mommy, it won't happen again, I think we will make a nice blanket out of it, is that okay?" Draco nodded his head. As soon as Draco had it, he held the jumper with one hand, and his thumb in the mouth with the same hand, so the knit was against both nose and mouth. He seemed to have gone to sleep when he opened one eye holding the garment tighter. He pulled the thumb half out and sleepily said: "M.I.N.E. NO TOUCHIE, okay?"
Narcissa got out bed and looked back at Lucius while gathering the once again sleeping, clammy little wizard. He really was exhausted from all the spent energy and was hot and sweaty.
Lucius slipped on his boxers and took the little sleeping wizard from his wife. Draco opened his eye once again, and he held on to Daddy's neck, and before fading out: "I love you, Daddy." At that, Cissy whispered, "I love Daddy too," and she went to bed to wait for Daddy.
At a Tudor Style mansion not far away from the Malfoy's.
The next day after the incident the Grangers were talking, "So Frances will stay with Mimi the two mornings she does not go to the kindergarten. She will stay until you get back from the surgery the other days. You come at 13:00 so we should be ok. I have called my sister and father. They will help us to find a replacement for Miss Rose." Grant was talking to his wife while she fixed a small lunch. He was paying all their bills, while Mimi colored a book, occasionally pulling the pencils towards her with a finger, but none took notice.
"Daddy, is Dake coming today?" Hermione curiously asked.
"Dake, ah Drake, no sweet pea, nobody is coming today; not sure when he is coming, why?" Grant was now looking at his daughter; she didn't appear too thrilled with the idea.
"Umm, nothing, I don't like him, he wanted to steal me, and maybe you can ask the daddy if he has my 'mostest' favorite color jumper," she said shrugging her shoulders and the lip trembling, ready to cry
"No, he just liked you a lot, and he seems nice. And yes, your mother was planning to ask if they'd visit or phone us." Grant wasn't really convinced about the strange colored hair father and son. The nagging feeling that he had been bamboozled wouldn't go away.
Hermione had been throwing fits over her missing jumper. The reason behind it was that she loved cats and anything peach, pink, rose, and any shade in between. They had gone by the shop where they had bought it, and they only had much larger sizes. Who knows where they had dropped it. Jeanie even suggested that Rose took it out spite.
Rose had been at the house packing when they came over, Mimi cried and ask her to stay, and she had yelled to the little girl to stay away from her. Grant felt like hitting the woman when she called his daughter, "...you are possessed and a devil worshiper."
Mimi was a mess the night before over the jumper and over Rose, who called her bad. Today she was tired and a little withdrawn. What was with people? Indeed, something was different with Mimi; it was like an extra sense, and they had no answers. However, she was a good girl, spoiled, and willful, and with a temper just like her mother's.
The doorbell was ringing. There was something odd; the hair business was out of the ordinary. Oh well, Jeanie made up for all this world's hateful people. She was even talking about another baby. He smiled thinking about Jeanie.
"Grant someone is at the door, did you not hear? Please, open darling, no Rose remember?"
"Yes, dear, I am on my way," Hermione got up and followed her daddy.
"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Miss Mimi?"
"I am Miss Mimi, did you bring me somefing?" Grant laughed, "Let's see, there seems to be a lot of things here."
In effect was from the Malefeus. They had used an express delivery service, and in the note, they had sent an address, a phone number at an office with a local address. They also sent an invitation for tea at a well-appointed local restaurant to be followed with a child's puppet show. It was for the following Saturday, and not a great idea as it turned out.
There was a basket with several bottles of burgundy and Bordeaux reds as well as a few Alsatian and German Rieslings, and all sorts of delicacies and sweets from Harrods. There were several gifts wrapped boxes. One had three Hello K jumpers, the right size in different colors and matching headbands. They read the note.
"Sorry, my husband mistakenly picked up Mimi's jumper along with Draco's. We are sorry to inform you that the dogs decided to play with the children's jumpers and chewed them. We hope the jumpers are acceptable. – Sincerely, Narcissa Malfeu."
There also was a small jeweler's box with a delicate locket made out gold, quite beautiful, handmade. It contained a small lock of white-blond hair and a miniature painting of Draco, not Drake, Draco. Lastly, six beautiful books of fairytales; one was called the Tales of the Bard. Hermione wanted to put one of the jumpers on. Of course not the peach, she so much loved, but a light blueberry one. "My new favorite color," she declared.
Jeanie couldn't stop singing the Malefeus' praises...this and that...and had they not gone through great trouble and expense? Jeanie was making Grant dizzy with the compliments. Finally, she made a note to write them a thank you, to accept the invitation, and to make arrangements to meet them.
"Doorbell, it's ringing again," Grant went to open, it was the letter carrier. "Jeanie my love, it is a letter from my town's parish, and it says a copy went to the Bishop."
"This is outrageous; we need to call a solicitor, unacceptable. The woman is crazy." Grant was furious after reading the missive.
"Daddy, who is the crazy woman?"
"Nobody honey, nobody."
After Mimi went to take her nap, the couple sat to reread the letter.
"How can they dictate this on us? If we want to stay as church members, we need to be subject to an investigation for using dark magic and bringing a demonic spirit into our daughter's soul? And they are threatening to send letters to the kindergarten where Mimi has been accepted. I see Rose's hand all over this. Oh dear, you know about Mimi, what are we to do?" Jeanie was crying. She had often feared something like this could happen, it was outrageous, poor Mimi.
At the end of the 20th century, educated people, and the church was making charges of dark magic and demonic possession. Furthermore, to think they were demanding to examine their little daughter, never. Grant was stewing in anger while drinking two shots of fine single malt, neat.
What was this? It was necessary to seek help, talk to someone that knew, but to whom? Mimi would be ostracized from the exclusive word of her paternal grandparents. What to do? Accusations like this could hurt their practices if they leaked out. A proverbial witch hunt, the media would love the spectacle.
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Next chapter: The Malfoys see a face they recognize while meeting the Grangers. A very eventful play date and both families have decisions to be made. By the way, the world is full of Rose's, too bad :(