A Romeo\'s Nemesis

Chapter 12
The Floorshow, Act I
Neville trundled around the capacious drawing room on the ground floor of Malfoy Manor with reverence; it happened to be a very annoying little slight on his own part in still retaining the truly unfounded inferiority complex he still harboured partially due to Malfoy Jr. But now, he was the one to be initiated and Neville would for once have something over him, however insignificant it was ostensibly... if Gryffindors could be shrewd, Neville was surely ever thus. Disguising himself as a quite, easily intimidated blush-canon, Neville hid the raucous, rapacious vandal that he was just below the surface with enough exposure to gather the attention of some very perceptive and excitable Slytherins from across the way in Potions of all classes.

Neville had truly surpassed the deleterious Neanderthal he presented in the scrutiny of his fellow students and ditched the officious cowering to gain the approval and good graces of his \"favourite\" teacher, Prof. Sprout, when he\'d joined the Death Eaters; it was the only place he felt he could truly let loose and exercise his more sordid proclivities to no small extent. With all of his cozening senses securely intact, Neville made an effort to attempt all of the preamble the Dark Lord had suggested for the night in order to gain Draco\'s respect; far be it form him to suggest that sneaking behind stage was a little privacy depleting and he would rather humiliate the emotionally poor beggar in front of al his fellow miscreants.

Stalking down the halls until he caught the a glimpse of something frilly, Neville halted and drew in a quaking breath. Ever so quickly, he watched as Draco leapt with all the pomp of a well oiled politician across the way only to be followed by Malfoy Sr. in hot pursuit of... well, something he quite liked. A bit shocked, but not dissuaded form his indefinite goal of befriending then violently buggerring Draco Malfoy, Neville cast a silencing spell upon himself and tiptoed around until he was just peaking into the obviously frequently used chambers with the old monkish door ajar. A classical mercurial smile crept upon his tenderly innocent features until nothing was seen of his eyes but tiny black slits with flesh squished up from beneath; he would definately use this to his advantage.

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\"Sirius, we have to go tonight or not at all,\" Narcissa complained and set her foot a-tapping to an energy consuming pace and in no time at all, she could practically feel all the tendons in her metatarsal seize. Sirius laughed gently and placed both hands on either side of her now plainly adorned hips in order to pacify his bedraggled wench.

\"I know you\'re anxious to visit the prison of mediocrity that once held you captive for fifteen years, but please, let\'s pack the rest of our rations...\" with a slyly planted, thoroughly delicious kiss, Sirius went back to his menial preparations whilst Narcissa felt marginally better and decided to wrap up a few more loaves of bread.

A good quarter of an hour passed in silence and Narcissa didn\'t even notice until she looked up how avidly Sirius was gazing at her in marvel.

\"You know, Cissa, I have to say, you\'re adapting far better than I would\'ve expected... this life suits you better anyway,\" Sirius smiled all the way up to his eyes, a pleasure Narcissa seldom had to glory in with Lucius and she had to agree with him. Time away from the constant falsehood of the \"noble\" banalities was not only bodily refreshing in doing more physical exercise, but unrolled itself to be a real benediction for her peace of mind and spirit. In making herself happy, she was able to make others, like Sirius, and no longer felt ashamed of refuting the legitimacy of her own family and even felt comfortable with repelling them away from her life then on out.

She didn\'t need to feel important by bossing about the elves in regal fashion or hide away in the cellar, just pretending to check on the wine rack for personal inventory; here, she could do honest, meaningful work and not be chastised for it, later to be scorned for not behaving as her rank would want her to.

\"I\'m happy, Sirius,\" Narcissa beamed and then rushed at him, arms akimbo, \"I\'m happy with you!\"

Temporarily smothered by the sudden weight of her tall frame, Sirius foolishly cachinnated until they both lay sprawled upon the floor, entwined and with the bundles of food scattered meaninglessly. After both of their faces receded into themselves from the puffy red of jollity that encased them, Sirius was the first to speak.

\"If he was my son, Cissa, I\'d want him to be safe and with his mother,\" Narcissa eyes welled up at the tacit sentiment and offer, not stilling her chokes until Sirius rocked her like a child as they did in his bed years prior. Sirius was willing to take Draco\'s predisposition (more like sexual hindrance) in stride and love him as his own son, no matter what the contingency. And with him she was safe, she was good, and she loved her son.

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Chatting amiably with a few of his legions from various parts of the UK, the Dark Lord was in fine spirits tonight and was especially enjoying fraternizing with one newly turned dark prodigy Neville Longbottom; and of what he\'d seen just a few minutes before Big D was particularly interested in. Whatever iniquity no longer proved by mythological proportions in Longbottom disparaged, tonight was a night to eviscerate them all.

With the Big D\'s permission, Neville silently slunk up to Draco with five minutes to curtain and managed to \"bump\" into before the exaltation of Romeo\'s presence could be heard form Juliet\'s courtyard. Draco was silently practicing a mental run through simultaneously as a relaxation technique for some very mild stage fright which seemed to be blown too far out of proportion for words
in such an important setting; sometimes even sycophants sweat with sin. So. it\'s understandable that he wasn\'t expecting such a ruthless pinch on the bum and a threatening clasp upon his powdered neck.

Draco gasped in terror as he was wrung out of his majestic reverie of self affirmation and looked up into the eyes of what he once had dubbed the most sorriest sod at Hogwarts... turned rogue. After a few more seconds for good measure (and in trying to annihilate just a few more brain cells in the boy who\'d tormented him without even a clue for so many years), Neville released him reluctantly and swished aware, black robes flaring very Snape-like and Draco shivered.

Before Draco could fully recover, Lucius was beginning the introductions with all the pounced and eloquent drivel that seemed appropriate at such an ambiguous function as it was.

\"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to a presentation which not only illustrates the ancient mindset of our victims, but the beauty in their inadequacies in the folly of love,\" casting a confident glance across the decadently accoutred crowd, Lucius smirked and bowed slightly, \"I hope you will enjoy and pay attention on this night of new constituency,\" a direct pointed glare at Big D, \"and of new moral attestments... for some of us.\"

And with a flourished bow and many a chuckle from the audience, the play was set off with Draco rushing in, deceivingly vaclempt, with even a few long blonde hairs falls down in front of her eyes for the swept off fantastical look needed.

\"Ay me!\" Draco cried and slumped down from the newly charmed balcony his father had created just that morning, delicately comprised of the same find filigree as the Malfoy gates with a hint of sable rust to make the authenticity seem audacious.

\"She speaks...\" Lucius mused lusciously to the audience, his acting ability rearing its dignified head, not overly shouting his lines, but enunciating them with gusto and conviction.

\"When he besides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air,\" Lucius sung and clung affectionately to the pillar below as if he were Draco\'s waist.

Preparing himself for one of the most hammed up lines in the history of Shakespeare performances, Draco breathed in and began with, \"O Romeo, Romeo! Where for art thou-\" but was suddenly stopped short by the ever preceding terror that filled all the sinews in his voice box until he went mute.

Out from nowhere, it would seem as though Neville’s miniature pocket halberd was glinting in the glint so capriciously, Draco couldn\'t help but writhe internally as the gap between his fragmented sentence grew longer and longer as well as indiscrete coughs and murmurs from the crowd. Draco looked down at his expectant father and could see him tremble, not in anxious stage-nerves, but in the fear of rejection from his master - Draco snapped out of it.

\"Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I\'ll no longer be a Capulet!\" There was almost a congenial sigh of relief from the hoard to repugnant reprobates in front of the two histrionic blondes and Draco smiled gently below him at the general proximity of where Lucius had now moved to mount the ivy in order to climb up... or die trying. It was slippery up the marble lift he\'d created from thick, lust filled air that morning and he had to catch himself for fear of losing his balance completely.

After many more of a mushed up line,-style, Lucius bounded down in a mighty , magical leap, using a mild levitation charm upon himself to cushion the fall as the audience clapped their approval at such calibre of theatre, anxious for the last act.
Clearing his throat backstage once they were out of sight of now raucously jabbering Death Eaters, Lucius merely cocked an eyebrow, deciding Shake would not resort to petting smacking or verbal abuse this one instance; Draco would receive enough of that later that night from another\'s hand and mouth.

\"I- I saw something in the crowd...\" Draco warbled, rightfully effeminate from offstage and Lucius couldn\'t help but chuckle his amusement.

\"There are many THINGS in the crowd, Draco... people for instance...\" Lucius drawled boredly, regarding his delicately fuckable son out of the corner of his eye.

\"Father, were you aware that Neville Longbottom has already joined the ranks?\" Draco got right to the point on the cruelly divine paradox. \"Do you realise that not only is he not going to let me live this down once I\'m initiated tonight, but he\'ll want revenge for me treating him like... well, like the Gryffindork he\'s always been! It\'s bloody ridiculous him suddenly changing into one of us...\"

Draco refused to make eye contact and that was probably the wisest decision he could\'ve made as in witnessing that absolutely uncharacteristic sight of his gob-smacked father might\'ve inadvertently scarred the boy (considering how afraid he was of such an emollient name like Longbottom).

\"Well,\" Lucius chocked after a moment of stunned silence, \"perhaps we\'d better mingle in the intermission and gather as much praise and positive salutations as each of us can before we\'re faced with the embarrassment of not only sodomy, but latent sodomy in your case, Draco.\"

Spitting with fury, Lucius left his homemade catamite to slouch and glare callously at the cold stone beneath him. At times such as these, Draco always envied the stone in its resolute remoteness from the rest of the world - granite cannot feel, only be; although free from his depression at last, there was still the haunting effort in the back of his mind that all wasn\'t well and what the night\'s events presaged were not nearly as unpleasant as to what pure sodomy portended.

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\"So, spell out the plan if you have to, Cissa! Contrary to popular belief, I\'m not a huge fan of leaping into certain peril without an inkling as to what I\'m doing!\" to this, Narcissa spelled (in mid air) another example of just how they would infiltrate the manner tonight to abduct Draco.

\"You will go for Macnair first, of course - silly, oafish thug of Lucius\' acquaintance, nothing more - he won\'t be too missed for half an
hour or so...\" Narcissa watched delightedly as her sparkling green stick figure danced and screamed in horror as the one representing Sirius repeatedly kicked him in the stomach until he was unconscious. Sirius cocked his head and presented Narcissa with his carnal eyes seductively.

\"You like the idea of force, eh, Cissa?\" Narcissa blushed after recalling their initial shower sex which had started them off unto living together and caring minutely for the other\'s welfare.

\"Always.\"

Narcissa tucked her wand away as she downed an owl-order Polyjuice potion (she did manage to salvage some useful connections seeing as Lucius was too proud to tell anyone his wife had left him and even got a 20% discount in being married to a spouse at the Ministry; ah, yes, life was good.

Glancing down at the presumptuous ancient family heirloom Sirius had bequeathed under mysterious semantics, Narcissa\'s eyes glinted with mischief.

\"Bottoms up, love.\"

\"Aye, perhaps later - now we have to rescue your son,\" Sirius\' smile warmed the bile readily rising up in her throat and Narcissa never felt more hideously at ease.

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\"Where\'s Macnair?\" The Dark Lord breathed into Lucius\' ear just before the last act was about to commence. True, Lucius no longer cared for the rabid and coarse attentions of the brute, but he was still ruggedly good-looking.

\"I\'m sorry, master, I haven\'t seen him all night I\'m afraid,\" he responded politely, intimating that there were other things playing upon his mind more prevalent in his life than a silly, bondage enthusing clout.

\"Ah yes, THAT,\" Big D whispered thoughtfully into Lucius\' ear to watch a shudder pass through the warm-blooded from the cold, \"tonight I shall take you son in front of you... do you think you\'ll be able to handle that, Lucius?\"

Eyes wide and speculating, Lucius merely nodded curtly and stepped irrespently behind the velvet curtains only to find his son engaged in the most merciless fellatio imaginable, thoroughly debauched and pulsing with humiliation as Neville held him under Imperio resolutely. Taking out his wand slowly and without a sound, Lucius aimed a disarming hex upon the cruel boy and caught him off guard, just about to come. Gasping his appreciation, Draco was released form the mental bind forced down is throat and fell atop of the loving granite with a thud.

Jerking the miscreant up by his collar, Lucius wasn\'t so considerate as to pull up his pants and exposed the bottom (not nearly long enough to run very far in this case), upon the centre of the floor with a crunch.
Narrowing his eyes sinisterly, The Dark Lord stepped forth and silently motioned for Lucius to be physically subdued and the still spluttering Draco to be brought forth. Trembling in knowing imminence, Draco fell to his knees in what he hoped would be a wisely submissive gesture, pleading for some gentle preparation. It was time.

Big D untied the sash around his waist to reveal a trifasciated priapic thing of satanic beauty - one for each hole! Used for weekly raping excursions and initiations, Dig D\'s \"big D\'s\" were in high demand. Lining the pale boy up for inspection and already stripping him of the softly complimentary gown acquired so lovingly and with such new found passion at the time in Diagon Alley, Draco tried to hypnotise himself to ignore the present situation and regress back to happier times.

However, it was all for naught as just as Big D was about to carelessly shove into Draco\'s sweet little rosebud, there came a resounding \"Avada Kedavra!\" from behind him.

Struck hard and without armour, Bid D\'s D\'s withered as he did into a tiny puff as everyone stared on in amazement at the possessed Macnair, wand still smoking.

Lucius who\'d been gagged and held motionless had the opportunity to wrangle free and lunged toward his son only to be caught halfway by Walden.

\"What the bloody sod are you doing? He\'s my son!\" Lucius bellowed into Walden\'s apathetic ear.

\"You don\'t fuck your son!\" Walden breathed down Lucius\' throat deliberately until it dawned upon him who it was in actuality.

\"Nor do you your cousin!\" Lucius replied just as venomously. Walden shoved Lucius to the ground as Macnair grasped Draco\'s arm tightly and apparated to an unreadable location to anyone who would\'ve bothered tracing it.

Soon, Walden followed amidst a crowd of helpless snakes, now without their leader in pernicious pursuits and their newest recruit. Lucius\' show was in shambles.