The Malfoy Chronicles: A Witch in Time

*sigh*....I just had alot of trouble with me computer. I couldn't get the internet to work, and all of my story information is on my laptop. Well...turns out that I could have fixed the problem by rebooting the laptop....but I never do that. It's almost always on....Anyway....here's the new chapter...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Draca quickly mounted James’ hips, grinning at him. She looked quite like a vixen, wearing nothing but her lacey white bra.

“You’re the first boy to make me…um….come.” she said softly. She felt the vibrations of his purring clear down to his legs. “Gods, I love it when you do that.” She added.

“Do what?” he asked, oblivious to the pleasant rumblings he was making.

“When you purr. When you’re pleased or contented you purr like big cat.” She said, reaching forward to unbutton the crisp white shirt he’d nicked from Sirius. James chuckled as she deftly opened the shirt, revealing his chest. He had a light dusting of dark hair, with a pleasantly noticeable line traveling from his navel downward to disappear into his trousers. She reached out, stroking the hairs on his chest. “I’ve never liked overly hairy men. It’s quite the turn off…” she said softly. James gave a playful growl.

“And who have you seen naked enough to know they’re hairy….?” He asked. She giggled.

“Abraxas had a few friends over to play Quidditch one summer. I accidentally walked into his room when they were changing into their armor. His friend Gregory Jugson was like a gorilla….it was terrible…” she said, shuddering at the memory. The laugh that bubbled on James’ tongue died quickly when Draca unbuttoned his pants. His erection sprang free, and he hissed softly when the cool air touched it.

“Wow…” she breathed, and gingerly reached out to wrap her hand around it. She was amazed that her fingers wouldn’t touch around the girth of his member, fascinated that even though he was hard the flesh was soft, and intrigued that it throbbed beneath her palm. She ran her hand up the length of it, causing James to rumble deeply. She looked up at his face, watching for indications that she was doing a good job. She began a slow, but steady pace, rubbing her soft hands over his hard cock. She stopped momentarily when he groaned. “Did that hurt?” she asked softly. He shook his head violently, unable to form words. “Do you want me to keep going?” she asked. He nodded, and she started stroking him again.

Emboldened by the deep rumbling and steady throbbing, Draca leaned down and took the tip of his penis into her mouth. James’ lip curled back off of his fangs and he snarled loudly, his fingers grasping at the covers desperately.

“Fuck! That’sss ssso good!” he hissed.

Draca suckled the tip of his cock while her hand moved up and down the shaft. Her other hand reached into his pants and cupped his balls, exploring the soft skin of his scrotum. James gave a strangled groan, and his eyes widened at the delicious waves of pleasure shooting through him. He was unused to the feel of another’s hands on him, the last time being the Slytherin girl who had torn apart his dating life, and knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Draca…Pull away, Draca…oh…Merlin! If you don’t pull…ah….away….I’m gonna…” he tried to nudge her head away from his cock, but she wouldn’t have any of it. She latched herself on tighter, sucking hard on the plush head. James threw his head back and snarled, his teeth gnashing together as he came. Draca caught every hot drop of cum that squirted from the tip. When he was through, she pulled back and licked her lips.

“That was yummy…” she said softly. James looked at her, and raised a dark eyebrow.

“Yes….yes it was….” He gasped. She gently tucked his rapidly-deflating cock back into his pants, and fastened them with equal care. Then she crawled up beside him, tucking herself into his side to ward off the slight chill from being only in a bra.

“So….where did Tobias go?” she asked softly.

“Probably to his house. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he popped into the house…I bet old Snape shat himself….”

~~

James wasn’t too far off from the truth. When Tobias appeared at the home he and his father shared at Spinner’s End, he nearly found himself hexed.

His first bit of misfortune came from trying to land after Death Eater Apparition. He materialized upside down, and crashed into a table, knocking over some random vase. When he finally got himself to his knees, he found his father’s wand pointed between his eyes.

“Bloody hell, boy…I almost cast the Killing Curse. How did you get here?” his father asked acidly.

“I don’t know….I kind of live here!” Tobias said, and rubbed his head gingerly. “Damn….that landing’s a bitch…” he said. His father gave an uncharacteristic chuckle.

“The first time I was called to appear before the Dark Lord, I landed on my arse. The embarrassment was enough to teach me how to do it right.” He said. Tobias stood, still rubbing the back of his head.

“So…what brings you here? Why did you leave the House of Joy?” Severus asked, stashing his wand.

Tobias showed him his ripped sleeve. “That fire-haired fucktard Ronald Weasley ripped my sleeve. Everyone who was in the kitchen saw my Mark. Sirius Black tried to pull a knife. You should have seen James threaten to break Ron’s neck….funny.” Tobias said.

“I never liked that boy. Sharp as a marble, that one. And I never quite understood why Miss Granger would want to date him…. She’s such a smart student…despite being insufferable and annoying…” Severus said. Tobias smirked.

“You’re just so full of compliments today!” He said, brimming with false enthusiasm. His father looked skyward, and then walked from the room. Tobias’ stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he had barely touched his breakfast. He followed his father out of the room, and headed for the kitchen. He actually recoiled when he caught sight of the horrible state of the kitchen. There were unwashed dishes in the sink, food left on the counter, and various messes across the kitchen. Severus appeared behind him, and sighed.

“Yeah…I’m actually ashamed of that…to be such a precise and clean Potions Master…I can’t for the life of me work around in the kitchen…” he said softly. Tobias drew his wand, and pointed it at his sleeves, shortening them. He then conjured a black apron, and tied around his waist.

“Well….good thing I’m not an absolute retard in the kitchen… I can cook, clean, and organize a kitchen quite well…” he said, and immediately set into the task of trying to sort through the mess that was the kitchen of Spinner’s End. His father watched him for a few moments, before something clicked…

“Did you just call me a retard?”

~~

James and Draca walked down the stairs together, hand-in-hand, only to be met by Abraxas, who looked angry.

“Where the bloody hell were you two?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down his nose. Draca had to admit that he looked a lot like his grandfather in that moment.

“Um….upstairs?” Draca said, unsure of his reaction.

Abraxas pursed his lips, and raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?” he asked, his voice low.

“Talking.” James said. Abraxas looked at James and snorted.

“Talking? Is that why you two are positively glowing, and look like the cat that swallowed the canary? I say you did a bit more than talking…” Abraxas said. It was at that time that Fred and George appeared at the doorway.

“More than talking? I say, Fred…what do you think he means?” George asked.

“I don’t know, George. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that our resident time-travellers practically scream ‘I got me some.’” Fred said, smirking.

“I wouldn’t mind ‘getting some’ right now, Fred.” George said, also smirking. The twins looked at each other, and then at James.

“Care to share?” they asked in unison. A look of murderous rage crossed across both Abraxas and James’ face and, laughing like madmen, the twins beat a hasty retreat. Abraxas turned back to James.

“Look, mate. I don’t care if you date my sister. All power and luck to both of you. But I won’t have you soiling her good name….” he said. “If I hear tell of either of you doing whatever it is you just did, or any more…I will personally hunt you down, cut off your little dragon-cock, and feed it to you.” Abraxas said, looking straight into James’ eyes. James gave a tight-lipped smile.

“I assure you, Abraxas, that nothing about me is…..little….”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Whatcha think? Feel free to tell me. I won't bite....unless you ask me to!

You've read the chappie, now review!