Behind Closed Doors

Author's Note: This is a shorter chapter. I've been diligently working on more chapters for y'all. Enjoy..



Draco gently knocked on his mother's bedroom door. He knew it was late but he needed answers and she was the only one that might have them. His heart was pounding. He truly had no idea what had happened and the more he thought about it, the more not knowing frightened him.

"Come in, Draco."

"Mother? Did I wake up?"

"It's alright, Love. What's wrong? Come sit...” Draco came and sat on the king sized bed with his mother, something he hadn't done in years. Another thing Lucius deemed as unacceptable.



"Mummy…umm…something happened…with me and Hermione together…" Narcissa sat up straighter in bed. Draco only called her mummy when he was really upset or really scared. (Yet another thing Lucius tried to take away from them. He despised their closeness. It filled her heart, knowing that he didn't succeed). She needed to stay calm if she was going to be able to keep Draco calm so she could help him through whatever was bothering him.



"Love, why don't you try starting at the beginning? It might make it easier for you and it will make it easier for me to follow, ok?" Draco nodded. He was fidgeting with one of the pillows on the bed. Narcissa took it from him, and placed it in her lap. He looked into her eyes, she swore she saw her scared 11 year old boy sitting in front of her; just like the evening before he left for Hogwarts. Draco slept in her lap for hours that night. Narcissa had made Lucius stay in one of the guest rooms so she could comfort her scared son. It was one of the few times that Lucius didn't fight her when it came to Draco.



He smiled at his mother and laid his head in her lap. She began to stroke his hair lovingly, the same way that Hermione does. 'What is it about women that love you; do they just know how to touch you to make you feel better?', he mused. Draco took a deep cleansing breath and let it out; then he started to speak.

"Mummy, do you remember the owl I received from father some time ago?" Narcissa shuddered, she remembered it vividly. She had to go to the Prison board at Azkaban to make sure that they would not allow Lucius to write Draco anymore.

"Yes, love, I remember."

"When I received it, it really upset me. I was scared for Hermione, for us, for myself. I didn't know what to do and I didn't have anyone I could talk to. I didn't want to tell Hermione because I knew it would scare her and I wanted to speak to you in person about it but I wasn't able to drop everything and port-key home." Narcissa listened attentively, taking everything in. "I put the whole thing out of my mind the entire day so I could get through classes and practice. When I got back to our quarters, I took a shower and went to see Hermione." Draco sat up and looked at his mother. "Mum, some of the stuff that I'm gonna tell you is…really personal, I'm gonna try not to get too embarrassed, ok?" She smiled.



"Draco, darling, I know you and Hermione have a very healthy intimate relationship and that the two of you have taken full advantage of the fact that you share the Head Students quarters." He nodded.

"Some stuff is still gonna be a bit awkward for me, you are my mum, but you're the only person I trust when it comes to telling the truth about stuff." She touches his cheek, lovingly and eases him down onto the pillow again. "Ok, so yeah, I went to see Hermione when I got out the shower and it's not unusual for us to make love before dinner so I only had on a towel. We began to kiss a little and I was…", he started to fidget.



"Draco dear, I can't help you figure this out if you keep stuttering and leaving things out.” he nodded.

"Sorry...” He couldn’t help blushing but he continued. Narcissa stroked his hair as he spoke, letting him know that she was ok with all he was saying. "I was fondling her nipples with my tongue. Then something happened. All of the emotions that I had been holding at bay all day came crashing in on me. I…I…I began to suck her breasts like I was nursing from her... Like I was her child…"

"When you were doing that, how did you feel?"

"I couldn't stop; it was like she was giving me life. I felt her warmth running thru my entire body."

"How did she react?"

"At first, she begged me to stop."

"Why?"

"She kept saying that our babies are going to do that…it’s not supposed to feel like this… She was getting aroused by the feeling. I think it scared her." Narcissa only nodded.

"How do you feel about her saying 'our babies'?"

"At the time, all I could think about was what Lucius was trying to take away from us. Now, the idea of having babies with her would be bliss," again Narcissa nodded, smiling.

"What else, Draco, I know there's more." He cleared his throat.



"Yeah... There's a lot more." He began to wring his hands, not knowing how to continue. This was getting really embarrassing. Narcissa simply held his hands to still them. He looked up at her, she smiled. He had grown into a wonderful young man but he was still her little boy trying to tell his mom about his sex life. She knew this was extremely difficult for him.

"I begged her to let me be inside of her, I told her I needed her. She asked no questions, she merely straddled my lap and comforted me. She let me 'nurse' as she comforted me yet satisfied my needs as her lover. When I climaxed, all of the emotions hit me, crushing me, my tears fell; she did not shy away. She comforted her lover and soothed ‘her child’ by giving of herself, no questions asked. To this day, she's never asked me why I needed her in that way, that day."



It hurt Narcissa's heart that Lucius upset Draco so, but she was greatful that Hermione's love gave him comfort in every way. Not every woman would know how to handle such an experience. Knowing how to satisfy an man and comfort his fears, simultaneously is a gift to both of them.



"What else happened, Draco? You wouldn't be here in the middle of the night, with your head in my lap, holding my hand like my scared boy the night before he left for Hogwarts if there wasn't more."

"Sometimes, Mummy, you know me too well." He kissed her hand.

"I know. Now tell me what happened. Is it bad?"

"That's the thing, I don't know. I don't understand it." He took another deep breath and let it out. "We went back to my room tonight and I made a bed in front of the fireplace. It was so pretty and romantic. She loved it. We kissed and we had amazing oral sex. Then I was remembering the incident I just told you about and I needed her right then. I kissed her; we made love, had wonderful orgasms and when she was coming down from her orgasm, I was kissing her and being silly, smothering her face and neck with kisses just to hear her giggle. It's a really wonderful sound. Then,I began to suckle her nipple."

"Did she object?"

"No, she didn’t, not at all. She spread her legs more, trying to take me deeper inside of her. When I began to suckle her other nipple, she began to cry. No, sob. When I stopped, and was going to ask her if I didn't something wrong, I was afraid that I hurt her or something. She begged me not to stop. Her body was trembling; her vaginal walls were holding me so tightly. I continued to 'nurse', giving all the love that she has always given me then something happened. My mouth filled with the most unbelievable nectar- that’s the only word I can think of to describe it, it was almost as thick almost like warm honey but the taste was out of this world; it was indescribable. It took as much as I could into my mouth and kissed it into Hermione's mouth. The more I kissed into her mouth, the less we felt like 2 separate people. Mummy, I don't know how to explain it, it was like we joined…became one entity. I could feel what she felt. I could feel how I felt inside of her, through her body. I could feel what my mouth felt like on her nipples. I don't understand it. It felt like…no…that's just silly.

"What Draco, what were you going to say?"

"It felt like ancient magic was involved, some kind of ancient love magic or something. That's just silly, that’s just a wizarding myth."

"Not as silly as you might think, love."

"What?" He sits up and looks at his mother, in disbelief.

"I only know part of this history but I do have a book in my study that has more information on this topic. But I will tell you what I know now and hopefully this will help you get some rest. Ok?" Draco nods.

"Hundreds of years ago, there were far more wizarding families. Bloodlines and politics and power were what marriages were built on, even worse than now. An elder wizard did not like this practice because he believed that all of this politics would be the downfall of the most powerful magic there is." Draco looked at her, confused. Narcissa simply smiled.

‘There is not greater magic in all the world than that of love.’



"The elder wizard wanted to make sure this precious magic was protected at all costs. He cast a spell on the Wizarding World stating that true power will only be bestowed upon those who possess the greatest magic. Of course, many searched for this power, many assumed that they possessed the greatest magic but none understood the elder wizard's meaning."

"Mum, are you saying that we may have?”

"Draco, you and Hermione are better at research than I am and I doubt she would be very comfortable with the idea of you telling me everything you did, in detail. The book is in my study, I will leave it on the end table for you tomorrow. The two of you can read it together."



"Seriously, Mum…what do you think could have happened? Please, I need to know before I read some book."

"It’s been said that those with 'the power' will chosen by the fates and two will become one. Their magic will heighten exponentially because of the love of their soul mate and they will also be protection for each other."

"But how do we know that they were chosen?"

"That I'm not sure, love. I don't even know if that's in my book." Draco sighed. "You need to get some rest, love. All powerful or not, you and Hermione exhausted each other tonight. If you want to be at all useful later today, you need to get some sleep."

"Ok... Mum…Thank you. I love you."

"You're welcome, Draco. I love you, too."