A House Homecoming for All

Lucius\' formidable talents lied beyond the social constaints of finance and apology, but temporarily resided in a mannerism of stealth he\'d so productively procured himself during his days at Hogwarts. For the first time in the six hours he\'d been strung up and beaten to a bloody pulp which would rival the most accurate depiction of Christ on his last day alive prior to the actual crucifiction, he wondered how Draco was faring in the ruins of their once esteemed family loft.

It was a queer thing to consider for any extended period of time, giving that the Malfoy was a well respected Rigadoon of polite society all inclusive with masquerade galas and the like. But yes, he had had to adapt at some stage in his life, to the true blight of things, the minds around his house, and the severity in which they bread the filfth they declaimed with such intensity. Eating Death never became such a heady priority until its trend broke past the finely guarded parapets at Hogwarts and encased the senses of every self-respecting Slytherin in sixth and seventh year.

Along the road, Lucius had discovered a puerile obligation easily fulfilled in this one enactment of trite loyalty and obediance to the family line; in the initiation alone, his responsiblity in producing an heir seemd more distant and plausible than prior to - his father had something else to waffle on about for a change, providing him with a bit more angling instead of the penultimate in a dying breed. Yes, Draco was the terminus of the line as had later assessed in this growing prophesy, restricting all of them in its trite authority so decreed by his turgid master centuries ago.

It was a wonder they\'d both aluded capture for so long; interminably, their day would come and it would be all the more langourous and lucid in comparison to their more regular affairs in being the head of household, ministry and boy at school. Now, as Lucius portended friendship to the overbearing shadows deigning to grace the Riddle halls so kindly, he wondered what sort of existence Draco had at school. The past six years had been a blur of discreet offences and mutterred specifics in order to preserve a race that wasn\'t nearly as perfected as distinguished in a collective oddity dispersed between environment and personal endeavour. There were the Christmas and Summer breaks but only meekly could he remember a time in which he\'d genuinely asked and recieved an answer equally recited in such a manner that wasn\'t pre-rehearsed or scheduled for some political occasion.

Even the plays they\'d performed for the Dark Lord\'s insurance had not fructified a steady bond, and instead, Lucius had defiled himself more sullenly than ever in perpetuating an outward stigma of condemnation to the magical world of supremacy... that it wightight to preserve one\'s family in exchange for its integrity. The entire foundation of Malfoy had been degraded unto a fallacy now as sedimentary and friable as the rubble gathering across his prized orchid greenhouses.

His livelihood had not been quashed entirely though; Draco was still at school in preparation for... was he assisting Snape this term? Lucius heaved in the solitude of darkness, rubbing himself resolutely until the sting of flogger regaled familial guinto nto complacency.

\"You have a choice, you know?\" Lucius looked up unsurprisedly as he had been expected some sort of ultimatum preceeding his capture - better late than never.

\"My Lord,\" he mumbled and sank wretchedly to the floor, trembling from the sight of his own oozing lacerations secreting their gunk atop of the grit already deeply embedded into the unsanitary cracks of stone.

\"A choice that will define you as a traitorous rbatebate for your remaining existence or a redeeming sychophant... which would you prefer, Lucius?\" gritting his teeth and mentally berating himself foing ing such a coward, hiding behind his hair all of the time, Lucius\' face twitched and declaimed the identical rhetoric he\'d been spouting for the last twenty years.

\"Anything to please you, Master...\"

\"A fine reminder to your place in these ranks, Lucius. You know your position as well as I do.. your association with this indelible excuse for a spy and once mutual deciple is, however, inexcusable. Here are your options.\"

Cringing, Lucius had already deciphered what was expected of him from the way in which he was kept alive barely up to the standards in which his house elves were stored away for any menial task - he had been demoted, but not quite ki.
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\"You may track, kill and dismember either Snape or my delectibly expiating cousin... have you met her once comrad, now server yet, Lucius?\" To this, Lucius\' brows drew together as he regarded a new, knealing figure aside Voldemort\'s less than appealing projection of himself. The girl looked familiar as he realized the correlation between them both and it was increasingly ironic how his thoery on the worthless race of house elves was beginning to fructify itself upon the very situation. Hours were proliferating as their disgruntled progeny would, as Big D\'s intentions were clear in this tragically deluded pretender; to think that through the spit of Dobby\'s resilience and pathos for the muggle slaves in his yearning for freedom, he could unleash such smirchingrls rls upon the modern world.

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Soft sung the wind, as if immersed in its downcast plight for competition with the sea\'s grace and the austere land\'s permanence crept beyond the boundaries of what was affable and what was too deeply ingrained as right and out of place. Which was exactly the same position in which Snape was now reclining, ill at ease but presenting himself the antithesis of worried, lounging equally placid to the unmarred wooden pillars supporting the headboard of where Jessica slept. That was probably the best thing for her - a little piece of delitable sanctuary before it was snatched away by a scathing tongue that for once, had no urge to leave such innumerable lacerations upon his most undeserving victim.

Jess heaved a sigh in her sleep and turned on her side which had been haphazardly mended by what little meditwitchery Snape had been taught during his brief internship at St. o\'so\'s during a seventh year potions-healing co-op. Consuquently, Jessica\'s eyes flicked open and cringed at the residing pain just below the fragile tissue of her ribs. There was no way of evading it, and Snape actually found himself endeavouring to avoid someone else\'s glare for a change,a forebearing sense of portending dread encasing his wits - he couldn\'t k ifk if she\'d asked him what the time was at that given moment. Through all of his cogent aptitude, these instances plagued him like some foreseen examination one knows they would fail but takes several tributaries along the way in order to alude for just a little while longer.

His stinted silence was broken by a broken whisper, \"I\'m glad you got my owl,\" which was accompanied by a weary smile and an outstretching of arms that was completely unecessary but most appreciated as Snape sunk to the floor and wrapped himself around the trembling girl, twitching convulsively after an entire onslought of crucio\'s.

Something wet was falling into his hair but Snape didn\'t want to raise the subject of excessive persipiration at such an intimately chaste moment. He didn\'t even realise what it was until Jessica sucked in a choked breath and coughed embarrassedly.

\"Have you eaten yet?\" Snape looked up and then immediately backed down when confronted with Jess\' tear streaked face and desperately glistering eyes. Taking the initiative, Jess spotted some shiny tray in the background and wordlessly ushered Snape to fetch it.

As he returned he met her eyes again only to recieve another one of those thoroughly undoing doe-eyed looks that should\'ve been patented, bought and sold with the effect they had on him. In abject silence, Jess lifted a piece of plain toast to her mouth, chewed and swallowed, at the same time abashedly wiping her eyes with the immaculate sheets.

Snape had easily breeched the security of the 48 hours given notice for any tenant at the Three Broomsticks when he\'d hobbled in flithy and fuming carrying an unconscious heir of Slytherin in his arms; Rosmerta couldn\'t have refused him if she dared. He\'d retained some semblance of Death Eater training in marking a relatively secure location untracable with one of Voldemort\'s own personalized spells... after centuries of half-lives, the man had had to occupy his time somehow and building upon already existing spells was a good enough hobby as any.

After Jess had eaten what was left on the tray, sahe mhe majority of nourishing trans fats and lard related preservatives, under Snape\'s hawk like supervision, she squidged over on the bed with a wince and a groan and patted it invitingly. Snape obliged and stared straight ahead of him until his eyes became painfully dry from not blinking.

\"So...-\" but before Jessica could begin her interpersonal inquisition, in popped Malfoy who looked a notch worse than she did, breath heaving and hair tousled!

Snape remained motionless and blank between the two mauled creatures glaring at one another as though already assessing what damage had been the result of what cause indeed.

\"Lucius... what - ew!\" Jessica pointed to his more noticably split rib to the right of where his spleen had been burst and was now bleeding profusely again. Snape, still stoically removed from the proceedings, got up, pulled out his wand and reassembled the broken man as best he could before setting him down in the chair he\'d only just got out of.

With a sardonic smirk and a flick of his head, Lucius spat jovially, \"Been gourmandizing again, old boy?\" only to be raucously accompanied by the incessant and apparently thoroughy recovered cackle of Jessica in the background.

Smacked into the present by Lucius\' mild invective, Snape frowned and cast a worried glance at Jessica who was now struggling to catch her breath because of a rapidly mending punctured lung.

\"For heaven\'s sake, one would think you\'ve just returned from a ride in the country, you demented moron!\"

\"Oh, come on, I\'m only trying to lighten the mood-\" Lucius stopped himself as he observed Snape\'s careful adjustment and tucking about Jessica\'s grinning form until he actually bent forward and kissed her softly.

\"Obviously, the mood need not be that sort of light,\" Lucius stated remarkably pompously and assuredly, seated there, wounds burning as an acces to to some obtuse revolutionary love fest.

Snape was whispering something is Jessica\'s ear in which she was sighing to with rapid intermittant giggles every now and then. Lucius quirked a brow and made to lean in and listen when he felt his waist pull him back into the brushed leather\'s embrace. Suddenly, the room went quiet and Lucius\' ewidewidened to find both Snape and Jess eying him up as surreptitiously as they could in an empty room.

\"What?\" he asked and pulled a face reminicent to Draco\'s after a botched potions assignment in which he\'d automatically blame Goyle or Crabbe for if the need ever arose.

\"Did Tiera ever mention Dobby to the Dark Lord?\" Snape queried, sounding irritably pleasant, as if it was a barb in and of itself to have him make an effort to be nice to you. Lucius blinked and thought for a moment, feeling improved enough to ocilate his feet in small circles in the air, Jessica\'s eyes marking every swing.

\"Well, considering I\'ve only been privy to the cintilating discourse of my own wailing for the past day and a half, I\'d wager no, although some periods are still more that a little foggy,\" Lucius\' acidic tone didn\'t falter but Jess\' grin grew wider until she looked like a mother lion eying a nice, juicy gazelle.

\"So you can\'t rightly tell us anything just yet. That\'s fine, we\'ll just have to find something to do to pass the time... something that might stimulate those short term memory receptors perhaps?\" Jessica sung and heaved herself closer off of the bed and onto the spell-cushioned planked floor beneath.

Lucius\' breath hitched as he watched her sidle up precociously towards his groin and settle there, spreading his thighs provocatively under Snape\'s piercing glare. Looking back with a feral grin and little bum waggle, Jess set to work on unzipping the still stunned Lucius\' trousers to reveal his scortching hot potato. Lucius\' eyes were instinctively drawn upwards and noticed Snape\'s apparent erection and his effort to disguise the fact in stroking himself dexterously. However, as their eyes met, so did Jessica\'s mouth meet his prick full on to swallow and charge at it with her tongue, lapping a ludacrously rapid rhythm in equally obscene words around the head of it. Lucius sighed and clasped her head closer to himself so that her chin was pressed up against his balls and her eyes shone up contentedly from the dewy thatch of his flaxen curls.

Mezmerized by her gently bobbing head, Lucius failed to notice Snape\'s measurements extend behind as her shoulders and breasts were revealed, gradually preceded by her soft belly and triagular nest beneath. Jessica moaned into his cock, Lucius\' trembling only adding to the luxurious entropy building between herself and Snape from behind, his hands finding that spot between hips and buttocks he loved to sqeaze and nibble on every possible occasion to do so.

Sloping her back just so to indicate she was ready, Jessica leant back and onto Snape\'s throbbing cock whilst still sloppily engaged with her pulsing jaw. Lucius couldn\'and and the sight, shut his eyes and attempted to ignore the progressive grunting and delicious slurping sounds ricocheting about the room like some perverse litany of renewal.

\"So, Snape, you know that Big D\'s prick is tricated?\" Lucius breathed and caught sight of a lustful glare as Snape further buried himself in his most permanent paramour.

\"Yes, I know. One. For each. Orifice,\" Snape whispered frantically into Jess\' ear, bending forward to drape himself fully, gripping her sides for balance, then stealing her arms away from their own supports upon Lucius\' thighs. Growling as Jess\' arms were locked behind her, she began to suck in earnest, wrenching some very tomcat like noises from Lucius\' throat before he came gasping down her own, all the while babbling, \"Suck it out, bitch! Oh yes, suck it all out...\".

Snape gave the most demonic grin to a grimly drained Lucius and proceeded in turning their remaining attatched bodies in profile, only to begin fucking Jessica hard enough to scoot her forward on her knees every few inches with each thrust. Head bent between her shoulderblades, Jess moaned her ascent to orgasm until Snape pounded himself feverishly enough to elicit a strangled cry of sheer joy from the slightly battered but all the more bettered girl, soon to commit his seed into her belly once again.

Lucius raised the other eyebrow once they\'d both calmed down a bit and sat back reclining against each r anr and the bed\'s carriage.
\"Choo-choo!\" Jessica whispered softly only to have Snape clamp a hand over her mouth and give her a withering glare.

Lucius sighed and chastizingly shook his head, \"You two are sick.\"

\"Didn\'t like the ride on the choo-choo train?\" Snape offered with an uncharacteristic silly smirk, hand still preventing the potential cochophony of giggles from deafening them all.

\"Alright, alright. It all revolves around that wretched house elf; he\'s enchanted him to tarry along the rest of the shits into serving for the prophesy\'s fruition...\"

\"What\'s the prophesy?\" Jessica managed to ask after she\'d pried Snape\'s reluctant hand off of her face.

\"Once bestowed with the power Slytherin originally had, Big D can form a supremacy base under the guise of a new school and create a sort of fortress for the elves, himself the deatheaters... and...\" Lucius looked away sullenly, lifted his bum and pulled up his pants.

\"And what?!\" Snape shouted vehemently, his sexed up good nature faltering into its usual anxious suspicion.

\"And form a church... with him as its God.\"


A/N: Please review, I know I\'m mad and off-putting, but please review :)