Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 13: A Comedy of Errors







It was still rather early when Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy stepped from the hearth and into their son’s living room. Lucius had committed a small crime using dark magic to access his son’s home but a fine would be worth it if it made Narcissa quit her fussing. Lucius braced himself when he heard the clicking of nails on the wood floor just before Draco’s infernal dog dove for him and tackled him onto the sofa, wildly licking his face as he tried to shove the monstrous creature off of him.





“NO! Down!” Lucius ordered. Studly sat, his stubby tail pounding the floor as he panted happily up a Lucius. The put out wizard stood and straightened his robes then smoothed his hair. “Now, he doesn’t appear to be home, Cissa, leave him a note and let us be on our way.”





“No, something isn’t right, I feel it.” She said. Lucius rolled his eyes and looked around the room. It looked like the home of a typical bachelor. His musical instruments were cluttering up the corner, empty take away cartons littered his table and magazines were stacked in the chair. It didn’t smell bad, that was a plus, Lucius thought as he recalled the way his friend’s flats had smelled when they were young and single. And there was no pornography or a sea of dirty laundry to wade through. Comparatively his son’s house was immaculate.





“Everything looks fine.” He said again as Narcissa came back from the kitchen with a frown on her face. She walked down the hall, looking in all the rooms as she went. She stopped outside the master bedchamber and stared at the wood panel for a moment before she turned the knob and pushed it open.





The bed was torn apart, the pillows scattered on the floor, the sheets half torn off of the bed. Clothing littered the floor and in the dim light slipping through the closed drapes she could see that the lamp on the bedside table was turned on its side.





“Lucius? What happened here?” She whispered as she stepped into the room. Her eyes fell to the end of the bed and she gasped, her hand coming to rest against her lips. She could see a large, male foot on the floor, the rest of the body hidden by the bed. Seeing the same thing Lucius held up his hand for Narcissa to stay back and drew his wand.





He moved slowly across the room, his wand at the ready as he rounded the bed. Fear for his son coursing through him. He came to the opposite side of the bed and pulled up short, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He felt his wife stop abruptly at his side and heard her shocked inhalation.





Draco was laying on his side his head resting on a coverless pillow and a tangled sheet draped over his hips. The witch beside him was sharing his pillow, her face turned towards him, her curly hair disguising her identity. Her modesty was protected by Draco’s thigh draped across her hips and his hand curved over one breast, his forearm covering the other one.





The condition of the room and the lovebite on the woman’s lower abdomen indicated that their son had not been murdered in his sleep by an unknown assailant but had instead been killed slowly with pleasure. His son had clearly been having a better time than he had.





Hermione moaned softly, her body ached and her muscles were stiff. She smiled as the night before played deliciously in her head. She had worn a snug little dress to the pub, a purchase encouraged by Ginny, along with the shoes that she was certain were going to cause her to break her ankles. Draco had been especially fond of the shoes, missing more than a beat or two when she crossed her legs while he was playing.





He had her practically naked before he ever bothered apparating them to his flat. When he caught sight of the black teddy she had on under it he went wild on her. Her clothing was in tatters and her shoes somehow got lost between rowdy bouts of passionate sex that had left his bedroom in shambles and the two of them lying in an exhausted heap on the floor after falling out of the bed during their last little encounter.





She put her arms above her head and stretched her body, feeling Draco’s hand slide from her breast to land on her waist. She opened her eyes slowly and froze. Lucius Malfoy was standing over her, a smile on his face and his wand in his hand as he stared at her breasts. Narcissa Malfoy was standing right beside him and wore a look of complete horror.





“Well hello, Ms. Granger.” Lucius smirked. Hermione did the only thing she could think of, she screamed and slid quickly beneath the bed.







“What in the bloody hell….” Draco sat up at the sound of her scream and reached for his wand as she scrambled away. He looked up and saw his parents staring at him. “What in the hell are you doing in my bedroom at nine in the morning?” He asked.





“We haven’t heard from you, we thought you were dead!” Narcissa shrieked.





“As you can see I am perfectly well and I am not alone.” He snapped. He lifted the bed skirt and saw Hermione lying on her stomach with her face in her hands. “Come out from under there.”







“No!” She lifted her head and looked at him, absolute mortification on her face. “Your dad saw me naked!” She hissed.





“He wasn’t looking…were you, Father?” Draco looked back over his shoulder to see his father shrug and raise one silver brow. “Come out.”





“No!”





“Fine, I’m coming in.” He said as he crawled beneath his bed, flashing his naked backside at his parents.





“Oh for heaven’s sake he is naked!” Narcissa said.





“Draco, it’s impolite to flash your buttocks at your mother.” Lucius drawled.





“Then she shouldn’t come into my bedroom when I have company!” Draco said. He was grateful that he had a high bed as he rolled Hermione over and shifted on top of her, barely an inch of room between his back and the bed slats. “Why are you hiding under the bed with the dust bunnies?”





“Your father saw me naked.” She said again.





“Nothing can be done for it now, besides, you look good naked. I like you naked.” He said.





“Oh god! Do you think they know?” She asked.





“Well we were lying on the floor naked in a mess of blankets, I’m pretty sure a deaf, dumb and blind man would have figured that out, Hermione.” He said grinning. “Are you alright?”





“No! Your parents found out we are a couple by catching us en flagrante!” She said.





“I love it when you talk dirty.” He laughed, rubbing his nose against hers.





“Draco….oh my god you’re….you’re hard!” Hermione whispered harshly. “Your parents are standing right out there and you’re….horny!”





He couldn’t help but laugh. She was so outraged and kept looking over at his parent’s shoes. His mother’s foot was tapping, a clear sign she was irritated.





“I can’t help it; I get like this when you are naked.” He smiled. “I get like this anytime you are in the room. Or when I think of you. Hell, I’m almost always like this.”





“Get off! You are depraved!” She said, pushing at him.





“Stop wriggling, you are making it worse.” He said, pushing his arousal against her, seriously considering sliding it inside her. She was right, he was a depraved pervert getting off on having her naked, under his bed with his parents standing near by.





“Draco, come out from under that bed right now!” Narcissa demanded, stamping her slippered foot.







“Malfoys do not fornicate under beds with mud…erm…muggleborns!” Lucius said though there was laughter in his voice.





“You better not be…doing that…while I am standing right here!” His mother yelled.





“Oh, god this just keeps getting worse!” Hermione said, banging her head on the floor until Draco slid his hand beneath the back of her head.



“Stop, there is no need to hurt that pretty head of yours.” He said, kissing her softly. “They don’t matter, remember that, I don’t care what they say. Stop stressing about it.”





Draco caught the glint of his father’s cane ornament as he used it to lift the bed skirt.





“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Draco called.





“Draco, your mother doesn’t want you having sex when she is in the room. Or in the country.” Lucius said.





“Then you should go wait for us in the living room!” Draco yelled. He was enjoying himself immensely. Just then Studly shuffled under the bed on his belly and licked the side of Hermione’s face. “Good morning, Studs.”





“Oh good lord!” Hermione groaned and shook her head. It was absolutely hopeless.





“What was that? Oh dear heavens!” Narcissa’s slipper shod feet beat a path out the door, certain that the groan she had heard was due to her son sporting with a witch beneath his bed.





“We will await your company in the sitting room, Draco, do hurry.” Lucius chuckled as he followed his wife, closing the door behind him.





“Well that was fun.” Draco said grinning. “That couldn’t have gone better if I had planned it!”





Hermione looked up at him, his blue eyes twinkling and a grin stretched from ear to ear. His cheeks seemed a bit flush and he looked happy. He certainly felt happy.





“You are insane.” She said, unable to stop the laughter when Studly poked his nose between them and snorted.





“Crazy for you, witch.” He said giving her a loud, wet kiss. “Come on, let’s get out from under here and get a shower before we go and face my parents.”





“Do we have to?”







“Yes, we have to.” He said softly. “I’m not worried, Hermione, you shouldn’t be either.”





“But your dad saw me naked.” She whined as Draco moved off of her and dragged her from beneath the bed.





“He saw me naked too. Though I would say he liked seeing you naked far more than me if his smile was anything to go by.” Draco teased as he pulled her into the bathroom so they could get ready to go and speak with his parents.







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Dressed in jeans and tee shirts, Hermione and Draco walked into the living room fresh from the shower. Their matching heads of wet hair did not go unnoticed by Narcissa who colored and turned her face away. Lucius started to laugh and Hermione realized he was laughing at her. She looked down and frowned. Her shirt said My Boyfriend’s Dad saw me naked.





“Not funny, Draco.” She said, noting that he and his father had the exact same evil grin.





“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He said, settling into an armchair and pulling Hermione into his lap.





“There is another sofa.” Narcissa said, uncomfortable with the display of intimacy.





“She’s fine where she is, Mother.” Draco said, rubbing Hermione’s back. “So would you like to explain how and why you two decided to invade my privacy?”





“Your mother got worried because you haven’t been in contact and haven’t come home since we returned from Bali. So she decided that we needed to come over to make sure you weren’t dead.” Lucius said, leaning back on the sofa with his arm draped along the back. He was staring at Hermione with a rather smug look on his face.





“Well, as you can see I am very much alive. In fact I am about as good as a man can get if the truth be known.” Draco said.





“We weren’t expecting you to have company. We had no idea that you were…seeing… someone.” Narcissa said uncomfortably.







“Hermione and I weren’t exactly flaunting our relationship.” Draco said. “She is a department head in the ministry so I didn’t really want to have her name bandied about in the gossip rags.”





“Relationship? So it’s more than just…erm….well….” Narcissa’s face was roughly the color of a tomato as she struggled with her thoughts.





“Yes, Mother, it is more than just sex.” Draco said baldly.





“You shouldn’t talk about sex in front of your mother, Draco; she isn’t a fan of sex.” Lucius said, rolling his eyes.





“How long?” Narcissa asked quietly.







“Since May.” Hermione answered.







“That’s quite a long time for you to be seeing each other in secret.” Lucius said. It suddenly struck him that the relationship might be more serious than he thought. He figured she was just a phase Draco was going through. A chance to thumb his nose at the past and shag the good girl of Gryffindor. His son wasn’t exactly a monogamist so he was more than a little flabbergasted.





“It’s quite a long time for us to be seeing each other period.” Draco said. “We weren’t keeping it a secret, we just weren’t parading it around for the tabloids.”





“Why didn’t you tell us?” Narcissa asked.







Hermione looked at Draco quizzically, waiting for him to answer.







“For obvious reasons.” He said.







“You thought we wouldn’t approve?” His mother asked.







“Got it the first time. Not that your approval matters to me.”







“Obviously.” Lucius drawled.







“I didn’t want you upsetting Hermione. Her happiness is very important to me.” Draco said, stroking her back gently.





“Are you…do you plan to get married?” Narcissa asked. A hysterical shout of laughter escaped Hermione’s mouth and she clapped her hand over it. Draco chuckled and patted her back comfortingly.





“Not at the moment.” Draco said. “We aren’t really planning anything, we are just happy being together, we will see where it goes when we get there.”







“Do you date other people?” She asked.







“No, we are committed to each other, Mrs. Malfoy. It may not be a betrothal, but it is a real, committed relationship.” Hermione said.





“Are you in love?” She asked. Draco and Hermione both shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Neither knew what to say to that.





“That’s a bit personal, Cissa.” Lucius said, watching their reactions with interest. He never expected to see the two of them together, but he couldn’t deny that they were an interesting couple.





“And you staring at her in the nude wasn’t personal? And don’t try to deny it, Lucius, I saw you looking.” Narcissa snapped.





“I wasn’t going to deny it. I’m a man, of course I looked.” He said, shaking his head. “I’m old, not dead.” Not that he looked a day over forty. He was still quite a handsome man and Hermione wondered if Draco would fare as well as his father in twenty years.





“I’d really rather you erase the memory of my girlfriend naked, if you don’t mind.” Draco said.





“Sorry, no can do.” Lucius smirked, enjoying Hermione’s discomfort.





“Are we finished here then?” Draco asked.





“Are you angry?” Hermione asked them. She wasn’t sure where the words came from or why she asked them. She just opened her mouth and there they were.





“Angry?” Narcissa asked.





“Yes, angry. I’m a muggleborn and he’s a pureblood. You fought against relationships just like ours for years. Aren’t you angry that your son is involved with me?” She asked.





“Well, it isn’t what we would have chosen for him, obviously. But it could be worse.” Narcissa said.





“I suppose in the scheme of things it was unlikely he would end up with a pureblood bride, there aren’t that many families left to be honest and they mostly have sons. You aren’t promiscuous, you are a rather talented witch and you are famous. If he had to take up with a mudblood, at least he took up with the best.” In an odd, slightly insulting way, Hermione surmised that she had just gotten the Lucius Malfoy seal of approval, or at least as close to it as she was likely to get.









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Ok, updating today instead of tomorrow because I am having a huge party at my house tonight….and working hung over tomorrow so I doubt I will remember to update…..hope you enjoy this chapter…..expect more sarcasm and sadistic behavior from Lucius….hehehe