Behind Closed Doors

Hey all, sorry for the extended delay. Life has been insane as of late. I was offered a job with a new company and they're moving us (me and the hubs) in ~ 3wks. Hubs also started a new job and he will be away at training for 6-7 weeks. It's madness..

I will update when I can but I don't know how much time I will have between now and moving day.

Thank you for your patience,
Glowing Ember

Narcissa paced in her drawing room, worry written all over her face. Draco and Hermione had been gone for hours; when they left they didn’t look good at all. She sat down on the love seat and opened the ornate box on the side table. Inside were stacks of photos. She smiled, sadly, took them out and began to flip through them. There was a photo of Draco when he was only few days old, asleep in his crib. The next was taken in the nursery, late at night. She had gotten up for his 3am feeding and both of them had fallen back to sleep in the rocking chair. Draco’s mouth was in a perfect ‘O’. His delicate mouth moved slightly every now and again. Lucius had taken this photo; he used to say that it was his favorite; his most precious possessions in the world.

She wiped a stray tear from her cheek. So much had changed since that photo was taken. The next picture was Narcissa with her grandmother, a one year old Draco, and ‘a friend of her grandmummy’s’. The day that was taken Narcissa had unknowingly changed the course of her son’s life forever. Change for the good or for the bad, what was yet to be seen.

~Flashback~

Narcissa arrived at her grandmummy’s house in tears, with Draco in her arms. Sophia Rosier Black took her great grandson, calming the infant as she tried to comfort her granddaughter.
“Cissy Cherie, what is it? Tell me what’s wrong?” What happened?” It took quite some time for Narcissa to calm down enough to think and speak coherently.

“I was sitting in the study on the floor, by the fire, nursing Draco. He likes the fire, it soothes him. I guess Lucius didn’t see me. He was with some of his Death Eater cronies, Zabini, Karkaroff, and Bella’s husband, Rudolphus. They were talking about children and how young is too young to give a child the Dark Mark. Lucius said that it should be given while their minds are still malleable. “

“That way they would always be loyal to the Dark Lord. Start them when they are young, then their loyalty will never waver; dissention will never be an issue.” Narcissa’s voice was shaking as she told her grandmum what her husband had said. “Grandmummy, I could barely keep my sobs silent. He’s going to turn my baby into…him. I couldn’t’ bear that. Please…Please Grandmummy, I need your help. I need to protect my Draco. Please…”

Narcissa sobbed, her head on her grandmother’s lap. Sophia stroked her granddaughter’s head. Cissy had always been her favorite; so kind, so gentle, so fragile. Her parents had arranged the marriage to Lucius Malfoy for business and social reasons. Narcissa knew about this from a relatively young so when she got to Hogwarts she did her best to win his heart. She may not have chosen her husband but she would love him and he would love her. It took some time but Lucius did indeed fall in love with his future wife. They married six months after her graduation; Draco arrived three years later. They were a happy family until Bellatrix returned with her husband. They introduced Lucius to that maniac Tom Riddle…a crazed half blood that now was referred to as Lord Voldemort. He preyed on Purebloods with hidden self esteem issues, sadly, they was Lucius Malfoy. In no time, Lucius’ devotion to his family was replaced by an unhealthy devotion to the ‘Dark Lord’.

“Cissy, look at me, dear. Do you truly believe that Lucius would let harm to Draco in order to please this ‘Dark Lord’ person?”

“Yes, Grandmummy, I do. I can feel it in my soul. I don’t know how to protect my baby but if I don’t, I will be lost forever. He will grow up to become worse than Lucius. He will be pure evil. Please…Please Grandmummy, help him.” Narcissa’s sobs didn’t fall on deaf ears. The older woman stroked her head then stood and moved to the hearth and tossed in a handful of floo powder.

“It’s me, am I interrupting anything?”

“No,” said a woman’s voice.

“I think the answer has presented itself. Can you come..now?”

“Let me get my things…10 minutes.”

“Thank you.”

“No…thank you.”

Within ten minutes, a small brown haired witch came out of the hearth, she had the most intense chocolate brown eyes that Narcissa had ever seen. She kissed Sophia on both cheeks then sat on the sofa close to Narcissa, Sophia sat on the other side of her.

“Cissy, it’s nice to finally meet you; your Grandmummy speaks of you fondly and often.” Narcissa smiled nervously. “Now, let’s see if we can’t calm your fears regarding little Draco, shall we? What’s happening, dear?” He gently took Draco from her and rocked him in her arms.

Narcissa told the woman about Lucius and his devotion to the Dark Lord and his intention to give Draco the Dark Mark. “I don’t want my son to be some Pureblood soldier or much much worse. If he is given the Dark Mark, he will hurt people, he will never now love; he will never have the life he deserves or the life of his choosing. Please, can you help my baby?” The woman touched Narcissa’s face then looked at Sophia, speaking to her without words.

“He’s the one.”

“I know.”

“Should we tell her?”

“Not now. It would be too much for her now.”

“Shall we get started?” The woman asked. Narcissa and Sophia nodded. The woman turned to Narcissa, who was now holding her sleeping son in her arms.

“Cissy, I will do this for you... for your baby, Draco, but you need to know that there are limitations to this protection. It will not alter or affect his free will. If, at a later time, he chooses a path similar to his father, this magic will not prevent him from doing so. The ultimate choice is his.” Narcissa nodded and sniffled quietly.

The elder witches led Narcissa, with Draco, to a darkened room with was hidden behind the study wall. Sophia whispered something and the room was illuminated with candles. In the center of the room, there was a altar and something that resembled a daybed.

“This way, dear, lay Draco right here and sit next to him. You will need to take off his jumper so his arms are bare.”

Narcissa did as she was told, Draco was still sleeping soundly, although he fussed a bit when she disturbed him. The two elder witches stood at the altar and began to speak so quietly that Narcissa couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“The time has come for this union to seed. The powers of the ancients shall grow and flow through this child until the union is complete.

Their powers will be realized, the souls will bond.

Light will conquer Dark, Love will conquer Hate.

It has begun.”

Sophia caressed Draco’s cheek; he opened his eyes but didn’t cry. The elder witch smiled then gently pressed the tip of her wand to the child’s arm. The tip began to glow a brilliant shade of rose; Draco’s eyes were fixed on the wand. When she removed the wand, there was a small heart shaped mark on his upper right arm. Narcissa reached forward to touch the mark but Sophia stopped her, shaking her head, no. Sophia and the elder witch placed their wands to the mark, Narcissa watched it disappear.

Sophia turned to Narcissa, “It is finished.” She picked up Draco, and hugged him tight to her chest. Narcissa picked up Draco, hugging him tightly as she cried, quietly.

“You’re safe now, my sweet baby boy”; she kissed his cherubic round cheeks. The little boy fussed in his mother’s tight embrace. Sophia smiled and touched both of their heads; a thin silver thread arched from her Narcissa’s head to her wand. She looked over her shoulder at the elder witch, they nodded at each other and she stepped into the shadows, out of sight.

Narcissa thanked her grandmother, profusely, then was quickly on her way. Due to the emotionally draining events of the day, the young witch didn’t notice the elder witch’s departure. It wasn’t until much later, as she was giving Draco his evening bath, that she realized that she hadn’t thanked her grandmother’s friend. ‘I’ll have to invite her over for tea and thank her and Grandmummy properly.’ This meeting never occurred.

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Thirteen years later, after her Grandmother’s death, Narcissa received an owl from her Grandmother’s solicitor. He stated that she had a parcel that she must pick up, personally. When she arrived, Mr. Blackthorn, explained that her Grandmother had left this parcel in his care with instructions to give it to Narcissa after her passing.

“I don’t understand, Mr. Blackthorn.”

“Just open the package, Mrs. Malfoy. I will answer any questions that you may have after you open the package.”

Narcissa open the parcel, a letter fell into her lap; it was accompanied by another wrapped item. When she opened it, she looked at the solicitor, confused. He nodded for her to read the letter.

My dearest Narcissa,
I wish there was a better way to tell you all of this, I wish that I had not been such a coward and told you this many years ago. Please know that my actions were based in love, not deception.

When the protection ritual was done for Draco, I didn’t give you all of the information. To begin with, the ritual was not a protection spell; it was a bonding ritual.

Narcissa looked at Mr. Blackthorn but he said nothing. She continued to read.

You see, Cissy dear, the ritual was not only meant to help Draco, it was meant to help my friend as well. There is no easy way to say any of this so I’m just going to say it. Mr. Blackthorn should be with you when you are reading this and it is my hope that he will be able to help you with the questions you will have. The ritual bound Draco to my friend’s daughter. My friend’s name was Perelle Flamel, her husband is Nicholas Flammel. Her daughter was bound to Draco, magically, so they would always have each other. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t know if you would agree. Please forgive me for that. Draco needed something, someone to counteract Lucius’ influence on him. If we were successful, the bond that was formed between them will eventually evolve into a momentous magical connection, the likes that I can neither understand, nor explain. One thing has not changed, Draco will always have free-will. This binding was not merely for magical purposes. Pere’s once desire was the same as yours, my dear, for child to know true love. We did not choose them for each other, the fates did, Cissy. Their souls were meant to be together. Your Draco will know a love like no other, this I can promise.

The book that I have provided was written by Pere; she wanted you to understand that your son is destined for great things with her daughter. She is the light, the good that he needs in his life and they need each other to conquer the darkness that will try to consume him. Now Draco is safe, that he will know love; he is protected by this bond.

I hope this will comfort you in the darker hours that will come.

I love you, Cissy, know that I did this from a place of love.

All my love,
Grandmummy

She looked at the solicitor as the tears ran down her face.

“I don’t understand.”

“The book will explain in more detail for you, Mrs. Malfoy, but I will tell you what I know. Your son was bound to the child of Nicholas and Perelle Flamel. When their true bound is realized, their magical will intensify and join.”

“So, Draco won’t be able to choose his life partner; it was decided for him when he was an infant?”

“Yes and no. The ground work has been laid but he still has free will. Assuming that they choose to deepen their bond, their magic will change.”

“Change?”

“Yes. The best way I can explain this is that she is the source of Pure Magic; meaning she has the power to combat Dark Magic. Her parents were very powerful and she has greater power than both of them. Alone, she is a formidable force but together, they could overpower any Darkness.”

“Why didn’t she tell me? How will he know her? What if they never meet? What if….?”

“My guess is that Pere didn’t want to get her hopes up. She had been hoping that a bond could be formed with someone for a very long time but it was never right. I can only assume that the fates had their own plans.”

“But why Draco?”

“Honestly, I don’t know and neither did your grandmother. All she knew was that there was a magical link that needed to be formed and when you brought Draco to her, somehow she knew he was the one. It was confirmed by Pere and the ritual proved it. The only thing that your grandmother and I could surmises was that it had something to do with Lucius’ attraction to Dark Magic and the Dark Lord. If Perelle and Nicholas’ daughter is the source of a special type of magic, by bonding her and Draco, it would increase and intensify their magic, making it and them extremely powerful, a formidable force against anything or anyone.”

Narcissa sat, staring at figurine on Mr. Blackthorn’s desk, as she tried to process all of the information she was just given.

“What do I do now?”

“Nothing. Everything has been set in motion, what will be, will be.”

“What do I tell him?”

“You shouldn’t tell him anything. That would change his free will.”

“But it’s not his free will if he’s already bound to this person, is it?”

“Being bound to someone and accepting the person into your life is a totally different issue. They need to find each other and truly connect for the bond to be completed.”

“How? How is the bond completed?”

Mr. Blackthorn looked at Narcissa and her cheeks began red; she understood.

“Mrs. Malfoy, I suggest that you got home and read that book; it should answer many of your questions. If you still have questions after reading it, contact me and we can talk again.”

Narcissa nodded, numbly. She stood, shook his hand and moved towards the door. She turned back to Mr. Blackthorn once more.

“What is her name? The girl that they bound my son to, do you know it? He nodded.

“She may go by something else now, but the name her parents gave her was…Mia.”

~End of Flashback~

Narcissa was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a pop. Sadie the house elf was standing before her.

“Have they returned, Sadie?”
“Yes, Mistress, Master Draco and Miss Hermione have returned. Miss Hermione was crying.” Narcissa’s heart jumped.

‘Something’s happened.’ Narcissa moved towards the door but Sadie touched her arm.

“No, Mistress.” She looked into the elf’s eyes and nodded. It wasn’t her place to intervene.

“Thank you, Sadie.” The elf simply nodded.

“They’re home now, Mistress. You should sleep now. Goodnight, Mistress.”

“Goodnight, Sadie.”

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Hermione turned over and looked at Draco; his brow was furrowed as he slept. A small amount of moonlight was shining through the window; the light kissed his features gently. She reached up and stroked his cheek as her tears began to fall again. Draco opened his eyes and looked at her. He gasped when he felt her warm lips on his. He felt her tugging at his t-shirt, desperate to feel the warm of his skin. She pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the floor.

“Please…” she whispered. Her need for him was palpable. “Draco, please…make me feel real… make me feel alive.”

Draco eased Hermione onto her back and looked into her eyes. He caressed her soft skin as he unbuttoned her pajama top. He smiled at her as pulled her into his arms and kissed her and removed her top; tossing it onto the floor. Draco cupped her face in his hands and placed baby kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, her nose and her cheeks.

“I love you, Mia.” He kissed her lips softly and wiped her tears with his thumbs. Draco eased her back onto the pillows; deepening their kiss and caressing her breasts. Hermione whimpered when she felt his warm body cover hers. His kisses moved to her neck then her collarbone. She ran her fingernails up and down Draco spine, making him shiver. He looked into eyes and smiled before taking her left nipple into his mouth. Hermione moaned and arched toward him, losing herself in his tenderness. Draco turned his attention to her right nipple as he removed her pajama pants. His kisses moved down to her stomach, teasing her belly button with his tongue. Draco sat back and looked at Hermione. Her breathing quickened under his intense stare, her desire was mounting.

“Open for me, my love, I want to see all of you.” His fingers ran over her thighs as he spoke. Hermione looked into his eyes as she opened for him. She needed his eyes on her. She needed to know if he wanted what he saw. She wasn’t the girl he fell in love with, would he still want her.

Draco slowly ran his fingers over her inner thighs then very gently began to caress her intimate folds.

“So beautiful, so sweet.” He dipped his finger into her wetness then brought it to his mouth, slowly sucking her nectar from his finger. Hermione was trembling as she watched him. Draco positioned himself between her legs and began to kiss around pussy. He looked into her eyes as he began to trace her folds with his tongue. He could hear Hermione whimpered and pushed his face deeper into her pussy. She began to rock her hips in time with his tongue.

“Please…” she needed him so badly that it actually hurt. She tried to pull him up her body. Draco looked up at her and shook his head, no. He then inserted two fingers into her pussy, bending them upward to massage her g-spot as he gently sucked her clit. Hermione cried out as her body began to tremble. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her whimpering and gasping for air.

Draco slid up her body, his body constantly touching hers. He brought his fingers to her mouth; Hermione sucked her juices off of his fingers, hungrily, before pulling him into a deep kiss. Draco pressed the head of his cock against her eager hole, teasing her, torturing himself. When he finally entered her, they clung to each other tightly; like they needed this as much as they needed air. Hermione tried to take him deeper, thrusting against him in almost a desperate manner.

“Shhh, my love… Slow down, it’s ok. I’m here, I love you.”

“Draco…harder, please…” He shook his head, no… Hermione moaned with pleasure and frustration until she felt his mouth on hers again. She could feel his love coursing through her veins; his heart was racing as he caressed her body. Hermione gasped and pulled away from their kiss when she heard his voice in her head.

‘I love you… I need you… My beautiful wife. You are my everything.’

Hermione looked into Draco eyes; she couldn’t stop her tears from falling. He could see uncertainty in her eyes. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and smiled, lovingly, at her.

“Yes… when you’re ready, that’s what I want.” She shook her head, no and tried to pull away from him but Draco had her pinned. “Yes… you will be my wife, Mia.” He kissed her, harder this time, trying to convey all of this love in that kiss as he thrust into her. Draco could feel her body shaking; she was sobbing.

‘He still wants me. He still loves me. Oh Gods, please don’t take him from me…Please…’

“I’m yours, Mia… My heart belongs to you and only you. Marry me? Mia, I love you. Marry me?”

He looked into her eyes, waiting for her answer. His thrusts were slow and deliberate. For a moment, she closed her eyes, unsuccessfully trying to will away her tears.

“Yes…” she whispered, with her eyes still closed. For a long while, she couldn’t move or think. When she opened her eyes, she could see tears in Draco’s eyes.

“Yes?” he asked, unsure if he was hearing things. Hermione nodded. Draco smiled and captured her mouth once again, kissing her passionately. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled over so she was straddling him. Draco stroked her face and smiled at her. He eased her forward and took her right nipple into his mouth, making Hermione gasp as she felt his raw emotions consumed her and meld with hers. She rode him slowly, at first, letting his love comfort her soul.

Draco felt their souls meddle into one as their lovemaking calmed them and brought them closer as a couple. They climaxed together; the feeling of wholeness washed over them. Hermione lie with her face buried in the crook of his neck; her warmth still surrounding his manhood, her breathing was slow and steady. Draco caressed the side of her breast making her body contract with orgasm aftershocks. Hermione whimpered as she felt his hardness growing inside of her again. She knew she shouldn’t take anymore from him but she couldn’t help herself. With him, she felt complete, whole. She needed him to help her feel real.

Draco could feel her; he could feel her conflicted emotions, he could feel her clinging to his very soul, desperately trying to find her way back to the life she once knew as her own. The life she had before the trip to her parents’ house. He turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear.

“It’s ok, Mia, take what you need, my love. I’ve got you, I’m never gonna leave you. I love you.” He could feel her warm lips against his neck. It took everything in his power to let her take the lead. At first, she rode him slowly, her moans soft and quiet. Draco could feel her trembling from need. Very slowly, he rolled them over so he was looking down into her eyes.

“Is this want you wanted?” She nodded; her eyes were glassy from her tears. Hermione snaked her legs around Draco’s thighs, urging him forward. “My beautiful Mia, I love you so much.” Hermione cupped his face in her hands and eased him towards her, kissing her gently on the lips. Her kiss was so chaste and loving that it actually took Draco’s breath away.

“I love you, Draco Malfoy. You have showed me that love is real and that anything is possible. My heart is yours, now and forever.” Draco looked into Hermione’s eyes but couldn’t’ say anything. Her words permeated his very soul. He leaned down and kissed her, trying to put all of the love in his heart into this simple perfect kiss.

Their bodies moved as one as they climbed the stairway of ecstasy. Draco could feel her pussy holding him, caressing him, milking him. Hermione gasped, her muscles contracted, making her arch into Draco.

“Oh Gods…” She whispers as he body trembled. Draco ran his tongue along the curve of her ear.

“That’s it, Mia… Don’t hold back. My sweet, beautiful girl, come with me.” Hermione cried out his name as she dug her nails into his bum. Draco roared as his body shock uncontrollable; he emptied his seed into her once again. He could literally see stars, this orgasm was so intense.

The room was filled with the smells of their lovemaking; they could hear each other’s labored breathing. Hermione lay on his chest as she gently rubbed his stomach. Draco was trying his best to stay awake with her but his body and mind were exhausted. She could tell that he was starting to doze off; when she heard his breathing change, she knew that he was fast asleep.

She slid out of bed, dressed and gathered together some of her belongings, putting them in her travel bag. Hermione sighed as she stood at the bottom of the bed and looked that beautiful man before her. She walked over and kissed him on the lips and placed a letter on the night table. When she reached the door, she looked back as tears ran down her face.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I do love you but I can’t do this right now.”

She closed the bedroom door quietly and headed downstairs. She left letters on the mantle in the study for the people that loved her like she was one of their own. She smiled, sadly, then activated the Floo; she whispered the destination, stepped into the hearth and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.