The Malfoy Chronicles

The rest of the chapter my good friends.



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He ground his mouth against hers to keep her from stringing out her usual mindless obscenities when he screwed her brainless. She instead dug her nails into his arms, trying to get a hold on her wild husband. But she could already feel the tendrils of an orgasm wrapping themselves around her. But she felt better by noticing that Lucius’ pace was going slightly erratic, signaling that he was about to go over the edge as well.



He sent her over in a matter of a few more thrusts, and her body clamped down on him, sending him over the cliff of pleasure along with her. They held completely still as Lucius emptied himself into his wife. But once he was done he let her go and rolled off, gasping for delicious breath. She grunted softly.



“Merlin…” she panted. She snaked her hand into his, and their fingers linked. “I think I’m moving back into your room tomorrow.” She said. He nodded.



“I think that’s a great idea.” He said.



But their aftermath was interrupted by a tiny knock on the door.



“Grandmum?”



Narcissa jumped up. “Oh! She’ll want me to brush her hair!” she whispered in a panicked voice. She threw Lucius

his pants. “Put those on, you’ll blind her.” She said, and quickly started putting on her own pajamas. She threw on the baggy pants, and grabbed a shirt. She smoothed down her sex-hair, and made sure her husband was fully dressed before she opened the door. Draca was standing expectantly in the doorway, holding Mr. Dragon. “Come in, dove.” She said.



Draca padded into the room, and jumped slightly when she saw her grandfather. “I didn’t know you were here…” she said.



He smiled. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Do you mind if I stay?” he asked. She shook her head.



“Course not! It’s your house.” She laughed. “Grandmum’s just going to brush my hair.” She said, and climbed up into the chair Narcissa had at her vanity. Mr. Dragon sat in her lap, looking slightly ridiculous. The toy was almost twice her size, yet she held onto it as if it were a lifeline.



Lucius came towards Draca. “Who’s this?” he asked, putting a hand on Mr. Dragon’s head. Draca smiled.



“This is Mr. Dragon. He’s my best friend.” She said, and hugged the great plushie. Lucius turned to Narcissa, who had the brush in her hand. She nodded softly, and he sighed. “He sleeps with me when I’m sad.” She said. “And he tells me stories and tells me how much he loves me!” she added.



Lucius’ breath caught in his throat. He was saddened that the girl was so starved for attention and love that she had given a stuffed toy such a personality. Then he was angry at Draco, and felt like thrashing him all over again. She looked at her grandfather, watching the conflict in his face. “Mr. Dragon thinks you’re sad. Don’t be. Mr. Dragon and I have lots of fun.” She said, and he gave her a watered-down smile. Narcissa began to brush Draca’s hair, and Draca quieted down. She seemed to enjoy this very much. Lucius noted that her hair wasn’t as fine as his. She had thick blonde hair, very much like Narcissa’s.



It took a little while for Narcissa to finish Draca’s hair. “There we go. One hundred brushes.” She said, and Draca smiled.



“Thank you.” Draca said, and stood up, but then a yawn overtook the little girl, and she stretched out her arms, dropping Mr. Dragon. When the yawn had subsided, she picked the giant toy back up. Lucius smiled at her.



“Are you tired?” he asked. She nodded, and rubbed her eye with her free hand. Lucius picked her up, and winced as the stupid dragon knocked him in the face. He took her over to Narcissa’s bed, and he laid her down in the middle, climbing into the bed behind her. She looked at him in surprise.



“Are you going to stay too?” she asked. He nodded. Narcissa grinned broadly, and climbed into the large bed on the other side of Draca. Draca grinned. “It’ll be like a sleepover!” she cried, and clapped happily. She looked at her grandfather. “Can I braid your hair?” she asked. Lucius looked slightly uncomfortable.



“Ah….no. I don’t…I don’t braid my hair…” he said. Draca looked disappointed.



“Okay.” She said. She snuggled up with Mr. Dragon, much to the dismay of Lucius. He settled down, though, facing his granddaughter. Narcissa did the same, and locked eyes with Lucius. {I told you she was sweet} she mouthed to him, and he nodded. Draca looked at her grandfather. “Nightie, grandfather.” She said. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, and she giggled. “You’re still wearing your clothes, silly.” She said, and Lucius realized that he hadn’t brought pajamas….he actually hadn’t been planning on wearing anything to bed…damn. He shrugged.



“They’re comfortable.” He said, giving in to the side that didn’t feel like getting out of the warm bed. Draca laughed. It was a beautiful sound.



Narcissa chuckled softly, and then settled herself onto her pillow. With a flick of her wrist the lights in the room faded out, and the little group of Malfoys drifted off to sleep.



At some point during the night Lucius threw Mr. Dragon off the side of the bed, and then Draca instead managed to lodge herself underneath her grandfather. He had no objections, though, as the little girl was extremely warm.



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Aww....a sweeter side to Lucius. I think I'll add a bit of spice to next chapter. Draca has a friend from grammar school that Lucius hasn't met yet....and he's VERY special...



Lucius told me to tell you guys that he'd appreciate it if you'd review. He's tickled pink with the reviews he's gotten so far, and is impressed that an American is doing so well with his story. And he would like to relay to all of his fans that Draco is certainly not out of the deep end yet...