Sins of the Father

A/N: Sorry for the wait, holy crap! I hope you enjoy.

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Draco lay on his bed at the Manor, staring up at his ceiling. He tried to find some sort of meaning in the expensive paint that covered his ceiling, in the expensive bed sheets under his body, the silk pajamas that encased his legs, and all the expensive accoutrements that seemed to adorn his life. However, there was no meaning to be found in all the possessions that his father and his family’s name had given him, because all he wanted to have was that spirited lioness curled up beside him, breathing deeply as she slept peacefully beside him.

Had it really been only a day since he had opened his bed, and his heart, to her?

He hated his life right now beyond all other things.

Hermione stood to be the only good thing in his short life; the only thing that warmed his heart. He remembered how his mother had been before the Dark Lord had re-emerged and he mourned for that woman. He saw a lot of who Narcissa Malfoy had once been in Hermione and it made him want her even more.
And now this.

How in Salazar’s slithering way was he going to be able to recapture Hermione and bring her back to this hell on earth without blowing his cover and getting them both killed? As it was, it would kill Draco to see her subjected to torture from the Death Eaters again, to see his father so brutally abuse her body.

But it would kill them if he didn’t bring her.

Fuck.

A tiny knock sounded on the door. It reminded him of Hermione coming to his door last night. Even here, even now, he still thought of her, could still smell her. She was officially under his skin.

“Drake, baby?” He rolled his eyes at Pansy’s shrill voice and groaned. He hated the situation he was in when it came to her. He found himself in a situation that left him with little to no options. His parents, her parents, and she herself had all agreed that a relationship between them would be fruitful.

The only problem was that he hadn’t agreed.

“You in there?” Draco wished he could just say no but he was forced to be nice to her. Rolling his eyes at the door and sighing, he got out of bed and pulled on a black silk robe. After all, he was only wearing his matching silk pajama pants and he didn’t need to give Pansy anymore ideas then she already had. He paused before the door, rubbing a tired hand down his face, and then opened it, leaning against the doorframe, blocking her from coming in.

“Did you need something?” She was wearing her own silk night robe, except hers was a startling white. Underneath it he knew that she wore a pale green night dress that did nothing for her figure or complexion.

She was probably the only Slytherin to ever look bad in any shade of green.

“Well?” She raised her eyebrow in question at him. He just continued to stare at her, causing her to sigh. “May I come in?”

Draco hung his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose and stood to the side. She shot a weird look in his direction which he didn’t see it and so she just brushed past him. She stood before his bed, glaring down at it. She tried to put her scattered thoughts together when she heard the door close behind her, causing her to straighten her back unconsciously.

Playing with Draco was a precise game and she intended to win.

“I ask again. Do you need something?” Came his tired voice from somewhere behind her.

“I wanted to know if you were okay,” she turned to look at him. “You’ve been acting strangely ever since you got back.”

Draco looked at her appraisingly. He hadn’t left his spot by the door since he had shut it, opting to cross his arms over his chest and lean back against the closed door. He was quickly reaching that point where he was going to be completely shut off from her and she inwardly sighed, knowing what she had to do.

She slowly walked over to him, untying her robe in an obvious invitation. The glaring pale green of her night dress was exposed and Draco lazily let his eyes drift down her body. She held her head high as he looked her over, almost as if she was a horse at auction. Draco saw how her nipples had hardened under the flimsy silk of her gown, knowing from experience that she had probably been soaked since she stepped through his doorway.

If there was one thing they agreed on, it was sex.

They had been using each other’s bodies for years, having grown up alongside each other. They’d been each other’s first kiss, and eventually lost their virginity to each other on Pansy’s fifteenth birthday. It had been a perfect set-up, as they had agreed that is was just a way for them to deal with their changing bodies and hormones, since they were so comfortable with each other there would be no need for shame.

But she had deviously convinced their parents that a marriage between them would produce a strong and powerful Parkinson-Malfoy heir.

And so Draco found himself saddled with her.

She gently laid a hand on his chest, stepping close enough to him to press the line of her body into his. Draco knew why she was here and what she was after. She knew he’d give in as he always did when he was having a rough time, being able to find supplication in her body. It was written all over her face, present in her body language. He had done it before, using what her body had to offer to forget about how fucked his life had become. But now, with Hermione lingering in the background, he wasn’t sure if he could play this game with Pansy anymore.

He did know, though, that he wanted to live. He wanted to survive whatever was thrown at him. He was beginning to find hope in Hermione, the most unlikely of place.

And he didn’t want to do anything that would inadvertently affect his chances of survival. Everyone expected him to act a certain way, and so he would keep up appearances.

Sighing inwardly, he bent to kiss Pansy. Her lips were very soft, even if they did not hold the spark, the passion that Hermione’s lips had. They seemed to be contrived, manufactured just like everything else about Pansy.

Slowly, Pansy broke the kiss off, running her hand down his chest. She pressed her fingers against his cock, catching just the slightest twitch from his still flaccid member. She frowned when she realized he wasn’t even close to being hard.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t I excite you anymore?” She firmly gripped him and he gasped, his head tilting forward, shifting his blond fringe into his eyes. “Let me help you get rid of your stress,” her lips curled into a slight grin as she felt him begin to harden under her expert hands. She ran her fingers down to the sash around his torso, untying his own robe and pushing it off his shoulder. She licked her lips as his upper body was revealed to her, slowly bending her head and capturing his right nipple in her mouth, watching as his eyelids lowered and he groaned. She trailed her lips to his other nipple, sucking on the hard flesh as her fingers found his arousal once more. He was now fully hard, the thought of him bruisingly thrusting inside her making her quiver with excitement.

She began to trail kisses down his torso, kneeling as she went. She dipped her tongue into his belly button, nipping at the flesh there. He hissed sharply, his hands flying instantly to wrap themselves in her blond locks. A smile stretched across her lips as her teeth nipped at his waistband, feeling his hard and heavy cock right under her chin.

“Is this what you need?” She asked in a low, husky voice. Using her teeth, she grabbed onto the waistband of his pants, pulling as hard as she could. His thick length sprang free, hitting her in the face and he growled. She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow before sliding him all the way inside her mouth, taking him to the root.

His grip on her hair tightened as he felt himself go down her throat, closing his eyes. After holding him there for a moment she started to slide him back out, grazing him with her teeth ever so gently. He hissed in pleasure as her teeth snagged the rim of his head, her tongue dipping into the slit on the top of his penis. His hands shook in her hair and she smiled, the tip of his member wrapped in the softness of her lips.

He untangled his fingers from her hair, moving them to her shoulders. He gingerly lowered the straps of her silk gown as she continued to swallow and suck him down. He tugged at her gown until her breasts were visible, the light pink nipples hard and puckered in the air of his room. They were firm and pert, just big enough to fill his hands. He roughly grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. He looked deeply into her blue eyes, running his fingers gently through her hair.

It was almost a loving gesture.

He crashed his lips to hers suddenly, parting them with his tongue. She accepted his show of dominance, allowing him to back her up to the bed. Pansy felt the back of her legs touch the bed and, with a gentle push from Draco, fell down onto the soft, black sheets.

Draco retrieved his wand from the bedside table, mumbling a contraception Charm and then a quick Divesto on the both of them.

Pansy’s pale skin gleamed in the darkness. Draco briefly thought that their children would be completely albino and sickly looking before letting his eyes skim over the place marker on her left arm. While his crazy aunt was the only female to fully be allowed to be a Death Eater, all the other pureblood females had to endure getting special marking which enabled their entrances into Death Eater meetings and showed their loyalty to anyone stupid enough to look.

He remember seeing his Mother’s once when he was little, confused that Mother and Father had different drawings.

“Drake, baby, are you still with me?” Pansy’s voice pierced through his reverie. For all her insipidness, he did rely on the stability and consistency that she brought to his life. She was his oldest friend and, as far as they knew, they would always have each other.

He answered her by climbing on top of the bed and covering her body with his. He didn’t move or say anything. He just lay on top of her. He knew what he was doing was wrong. First, because he was using Pansy and second, because he was betraying Hermione. He didn’t know how she felt about him, but it felt like a betrayal to him.

If he didn’t do this, though, he was almost positive Pansy’s life would then be on the line for not being able to bring him back into the fold and for failing at so small a task. Why did he care so much?

He didn’t want to do this.

This was expected of him.

Taking all the anger, confusion, and pain he felt, he thrust into Pansy. She immediately arched her back, rubbing her nipples against his chest. He growled deep in his throat as she clenched down around him.

He continued to thrust, long, hard, and brutally, into the night.

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Draco lay awake for a long time, staring at Pansy. The sex had been fantastic, of course, as they knew each other so well. It was nothing short of what Pansy would have expected from Draco and, though he hated to admit it, he had gotten the release he desired. Immediately afterwards he had felt grounded and secure, as if maybe this scheme he was coming up with would actually work.

But then, Pansy had kissed him before closing her eyes and falling into an exhausted sleep. Suddenly his good feeling fell through his stomach as he thought of Hermione. The two girls were so different, it went without saying how different they were, and their kisses shared that difference. Pansy had a confidence that Hermione lacked, yet his little Gryffindor had a passion inside of her that Pansy would never be able to touch.

Hermione had to get back to the Manor somehow. She had to be brought back to the Dark Lord, or else his cover would be blown and he’d end up dead. And he would be no good to anyone if he were dead.
He frowned as Pansy rolled over in her sleep. The cover had slipped a little, revealing just the tops of her breasts. He swallowed as he stared at her milky flesh. Her skin was so pale, so perfect, that it made him sick.

He relaxed back into his pillow; knowing sleep would not come easy tonight. He was going to have to drag Hermione back here somehow. It was going to be kicking and clawing and screaming but he was going to find a way to get her back here.

Because he knew, in his heart, that he would never be able to ask her back to this mansion of terror.

He was going to have to actually capture her and bring her back to the mansion.

He was going to abduct her. For her safety and his.

Dumb Draco. What is he thinking? He is so stupid sometimes. And by the way, so there's no confusion, Draco feels conflicted about sleeping with Pansy when he thinks he's falling for Hermione, but he's still Draco so he's not going to turn down some sex.