The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

Yay! Another chapter! This one has a good ending.

But the end of this one also means that I wasn't able to deal with Abraxas like I wanted to. But don't worry....I'm sure you won't be disappointed!
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Draca poked sullenly at her cold cereal. Today was starting off terribly. She had already snapped at Sirius, ‘accidentally’ spilt her juice on one of the twins when they spoke harshly of her father, and kicked James in the knee when he said something nasty about Abraxas. Today was going to be a looong day.

Tobias ate at the end of the table by himself, not wanting to have anything to do with the rest of the house. Not that any of them had tried to converse with him since the incident with his father, though. He pushed his cereal away, practically untouched, and stood from the table. He was aware of the eyes watching him as he left the room. As he reached out to push the door open, it swung the other way, catching him in the face as James bounced into the room. Tobias was knocked back, and threw his hand up to his face.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tobias hissed. James looked down, and his eyes widened.

“Oh shite! Sorry, mate!” he said. He tried to help Tobias up, but the young man waved him away furiously, clutching his now bleeding nose. Tobias scrambled to his feet, trying to save the last bit of dignity he could, and scowled darkly when he heard Ron snorting through his sausage. He gave a covert flip of his fingers, and Ron’s juice suddenly found itself in his lap.

Ron was up in arms immediately, standing from his place and letting the cup clatter to the floor.

“Oi! These pants were clean!” he spat, snarling at Tobias.

“So the pants you wear every other day are….?” He asked, letting the question trail off. Ron turned crimson, the color clashing horribly with his hair.

“You…you…greasy little junior bat!” he snapped. Tobias rolled his eyes. He brought his hand to his hair, and ran it through his hair with no impediment.

“See? Silky smooth….unlike that crimson mop that sits atop your head…” he said, looking down his nose disdainfully at Ron. Ron took a swing at Tobias, who dodged deftly. He allowed Ron to swing at him a few more times, before swiftly sweeping his feet out from under him, knocking the red-head onto his back. Ron got the breath knocked out of him, but was quickly back on his feet, trying to get his hands on the young Dark wizard.

“Enough!” Arthur bellowed. It was enough to pause Tobias, who had never seen the kind ginger patriarch raise his voice. Ron ignored his father, and took the advantage of the moment to grab at Tobias, who twisted to get out of the way. Ron succeeded in latching on to his shirt cuff. His left shirt cuff. The red-head jerked, trying to pull Tobias off balance. There was a sharp pinging and ripping sound, and Tobias’ cuff snapped and ripped clear past his elbow. The entire kitchen froze.

Ron sputtered when he spotted the Mark on Tobias’ arm. Tobias quickly slapped his palm to the Mark, trying to hide it.

“D-Death Eater!” Ron bellowed. Draca watched in horror as Ron backed Tobias into a corner, snarling viciously at the older teen.

“You d-don’t understand…” Tobias said softly, blinking rapidly. James snapped into action when he saw Sirius try to be covert about brandishing his breakfast knife. He rushed forward, a draconic flash, and grabbed Ron roughly, one arm firmly around his shoulders, and the palm of his free hand resting against his chin.

“If any of you make a wrong move, I’ll snap his neck like a twig.” He said, watching with a slight bit of satisfaction as Ron’s face paled considerably. “Tobias….get out of here.” He said to his dark-haired friend. Tobias nodded, a strange expression on his face, and disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Apparently his father had taught him Death Eater Apparition.

He let go of Ron, and pushed him forward.

“Don’t meddle with things you know nothing about. Any of you.” He said, starting out of the kitchen.

“Oi! You can’t…you can’t just threaten people and get away with it!” Ron said. James turned on him, fangs bared.

“I’ll do what I bloody well please! And if you wish to remain intact, all of you, you’ll stay out of my way! I’m not under your jurisdiction. I do not obey your authority! And neither do my friends! You’re all damn well lucky that the future depends on certain things otherwise I would hunt down old Voldemort and sell each and every one of you out! I’d love to see what he had in store for a few of you.” He said, his wild eyes darting from Ron to Sirius. James looked absolutely murderous, and those in the kitchen had gone completely silent, staring at the feral Halfling with great fear.

Draca stepped forward, her hands reached out for James.

“James…” she said softly. James snarled at even her, turning back to Ron, who looked terrified to the point of tears. Draca tried a different tactic. {James…} she hissed softly in Parseltongue.

If Ron’s face got any paler, he would have been transparent.

“Holy shit…” he whimpered.

But the hissed words seemed to have a calming effect on James. His wild eyes seemed to lose their feral gleam, and his tensed muscles began to relax.

{It’s all right, James. No one will harm you. I’m here with you.} she said, and gently laid her hand on his shoulder. He jumped as if struck, and looked around, a horrified look on his face. Draca gingerly laced her fingers through his. “Come on, Jamesie. Let’s go.” She cooed softly, pulling the Halfling out of the kitchen. When the door swung close, Ron growled.

“Filthy little half-breed, and his Parselmouth whore….” He groused.

“Ronald Weasley!” Arthur snapped. “You need to learn to control your tongue…” he added. Ron frowned. Why was he getting blamed? It was all that Snape kid’s fault to begin with….ugly Death Eater bat…

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Draca gently tugged James up the stairs, towards the room that he shared with his father and uncle. She led him through the door, shutting it when they were both through.

“Lie down, James.” She said softly. James, still in a horrified daze, went to the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling. Draca climbed up beside him, tucking herself into his side. He seemed to come slowly out of his daze, looking down at her.

“What would I do without you?” he asked softly.

“Eat people.” She stated matter-of-factly. But he didn’t chuckle.

“Probably.” He said softly. She snuggled close to him, rubbing her hands over his tummy.

“Don’t be like that. I love you so much, and my life would be horrible if you weren’t with me. I would still be being abused by my Possessed father, and Tobias wouldn’t have any friends. We both care about you, but I think I’m slowly realizing that I not only love you, but am in love with you….” She said, blushing hotly.

“Truly? You wouldn’t lie?” he asked pitifully.

“No. I wouldn’t lie.” She said gently, moving her hands to stroke the tops of his thighs. He gave a contented rumble, and wrapped his arms around her. He shifted, and rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath his weight. She smiled up at him.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice slightly husky with nervous want. James’ nose twitched, and he inhaled the musky scent of her arousal.

“Do you like it when I’m on top of you?” he asked, lowering his head to nip gently at her throat. She threw her head to the side with a sigh, baring the pale flesh to him. What she didn’t realize was that this was a sign of surrender and submission, and it appealed greatly to the beast in James. But he could feel the Darkness coming the fore, and he fought it back, desperately clinging to the human side that would be able to please Draca without frightening her. He licked the place he had just nipped, and felt his pants constrict when she groaned in response.

“You never answered my question.” He growled in her ear.

“Yes!” she hissed, grinding against him. He pressed his cheek against hers, growling deeply.

“I can smell your arousal. Are you excited?” his voice was deep and gravelly, and it was having a most pleasant effect on Draca’s knickers.

“Yes.” Her answer wasn’t much more than a whisper.

“What should I do to alleviate that?” he asked, nuzzling the pale expanse of her throat.

“I…d-don’t know….James….Please…” she begged, a guttural moan escaping her when he opened his mouth and gently dragged his fangs across her throat. Her hands fisted into the covers at her side, and she bucked upwards, pressing herself into a very hard erection. James drew back, and growled low in her ear.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he ground himself against her, and her arms snaked around his waist, pulling his shirt out of his pants and putting her hands underneath the material. Her fingers massaged the lean muscles in his back gently, working happily as they pulled and undulated underneath her thin digits. When she tenderly raked her nails down the bare flesh he threw his head back and gasped, his confined cock twitching happily. He began to kiss her neck, gently trailing to the top of her blouse. One at a time he unfastened the buttons, kissing the newly bared spot before going to the next one. She cooed and gasped, squirming beneath his torturously gentle ministrations.

When he reached her skirt, he found with amusement that the tight-fitting skirt’s buttons traveled all the way to the hem. He began to unfasten the small buttons, becoming impatient halfway through, and pulled hard, sending buttons flying.

“Hey!” she whined. He gave her a feral grin, and pointed to the door.

“You won’t be complaining in a moment.” He said, and cast a silencing spell across the room, and warded it against uninvited entry. Nobody would be getting through for a little while…

He then turned back to the beautiful sight before him. Draca’s shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her lacy white bra. Her matching knickers were visibly damp at the crotch. James pushed her legs further apart, and lowered his head, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal.

Draca felt a throb in her core at the animalistic look that passed across her face.

“J-James? What are you g-going t-to do?” she asked. He caught the bottom edge of her lacey little underwear with the tip of his claw and ripped upward, slicing through the material, causing her to gasp sharply. He then reached forward and caught the scrap with his teeth, jerking the torn fabric away. The friction of the knickers being pulled away stoked a fire deep in Draca’s belly, and she spread her legs wide, opening herself up to James.
He purred in approval, and then rested his hands on her soft thighs, leaning close. He could see her swollen nether lips glistening in the light of the room, and her clit poking gently from between them. He was pleased to see that she was neatly trimmed, with only a neat triangle of pale blonde hair adorning her.

He shifted his hands to her core, and gently spread the labia apart, revealing the treasure within. He knew she was untouched, he didn’t have to explore to find that out. He could fairly smell the innocence coming off of her. But her aroma called to him. She smelled so good….good enough to…

He leaned forward, and dipped his tongue into her opening, dragging it upwards in a broad swipe. She squealed and bucked upward, bringing her hands to his head to lace her fingers through his messy black hair.

“James! Merlin’s beard, James! Do it again!” she cried, trembling with escitement.

“Do you want me to do it again? Do you want me to lick your pussy?” James growled low. Draca felt another throb, and felt an accompanying leak when he used such dirty words.

But her shy nature began to poke through, and her face burned hot at the prospect of asking him to do that again. But what she didn’t know was that James would have done it even if she hadn’t asked.

“D-do it again, James…” she said. James chuckled, realizing she probably wouldn’t ask him outright to do it. But he lowered his head anyway, fighting the urge to just crawl back up and take her the old-fashioned way. He put his mouth back down to her prone quim, and blew gently. She squirmed and shivered, tightening her hands on his hair.

“Draca…let go of me hair…I don’t want to be bald by the end of this…” he rasped. She immediately let go, and instead fisted her hands in the covers beneath her. James lowered his lips to the small throbbing bundle of nerves. He pushed his mouth against her, kissing her most private part eagerly. He tilted his face down, pressing his nose to her clit as he began to swipe his tongue inside her.

Draca fell apart under his attentions, crying and begging for him not to stop. She was quickly reaching a fever pitch, bucking and sobbing. When she came, she threw her head back and squealed her release, crying out his name like a holy mantra as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. He drank every sweet drop of dewy release that was expelled, savoring the sweet flavor. He nuzzled her clit with his tongue until she whimpered and pulled away, her flesh over-sensitized from the incredible orgasm. He pulled away and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and climbed up to lay beside her. Her chest rose and fell in sweet gasps, her nipples straining against the material of her bra. She looked over at James, her blue eyes molten.

“James…that was…incredible…” she gasped. He grinned, but shifted uncomfortably when his cock throbbed hard, as if reminding him that he hadn’t taken care of himself. Draca noticed his discomfort, and looked down at the bulge straining against his pants.

“May I take care of that?” she asked. His eyes widened slightly.

“You don’t have to…” he said gently. He didn’t want her to feel obliged.

“Oh, but I want to, James Potter. I want to touch your cock…” she said. A wave of pleasure so intense passed through him, and he actually had to uncross his eyes after it was complete.

“Well…if you really want to…who am I to tell you no?”
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Yummy...a lemony cliff hanger! Yay!