Fairy Tales

Lucius sat alone in his study. He had been brooding most of the morning over the exchange of words he and Narcissa had shared the evening prior. His wife was concerned that his son would not be able to accept his destiny. Lucius could not understand it. His mother had told him a variation of the fairy tale when he was a child he had always known that somewhere his princess was listening to the tale from her family about her prince. Maybe Narcissa was correct. He needed to address the tale himself and see what it was that troubled his young son most. All pureblooded men were married off in the same way. Well, except the new blood traitor wizards. Like those damn Weasley’s. The have sons that should be properly married in the next years. Rumor has it that Arthur had not even chosen brides for his sons. They were to marry for love. The thought made Lucius shudder. Love, what exactly was that anyway? Lucius love many things, all tangible. Narcissa had never complained of his other lovers. Men and women alike. Truth told she had sat in on a few…adventures. There had been this one girl, h ouh out of Hogwarts, just 18, she had been a peach. Lucius smiled as he remembers the way she had been so willing to please him. Looking back, Narcissa did not seem to care for the young one. A few days later she had asked Severus for a harnessing potion to remove the effects of age and childbirth. Lucius had just thought her vain. His hand slowly rubbed agaihis his waking member as he thought of the young ones breast and mouth. Oh, that mouth was simply wonderful. She had been so eager to visit his torture chamber, full of bondage toys. A small voice seemed to be pulling him out of reverie.

“Father! Father, where are you?” he cried.

“In here, son” answered Lucius.

Draco entered fully dressed following Dobby, the House Elf. “Begging your pardon, Master, Miss said to bring you a plate for breakfast. Miss says that you will you’re your strength today” said Dobby. “Put it on the desk and then remove yourself from my presence, have you no common decency Draco? Allowing a house elf to precede you in a room.” Lucius said.


“Never again, Father” replied Draco looking at Dobby with the most disdainful look for getting him into trouble.


Draco was fascinated by the many magical items that cluttered the top of the desk. Lucius was spinning round object like a top, it was whizzing and buzzing. Draco could not keep his eyes off the little ball, “Father, why is the sneakascope making that awful noise?”

“It is under the impression that I am up to no good” Lucius laughed.

Draco sneered at the man, “Are you?”

Lucius gave a ty lty laugh, “Maybe, I keep thinking about how women can be very cunning and pleasurable, son”

“Cunning, I am not sure what that means. Mum, however, is driving be over the blimey edge. I really don’t see how she is pleasurable at all. She told me that stupid fairy tale before bed again. I think I am too old for bedtime stories, can you not make her stop?”

“Son, you must learn to tolerate women. They have…let’s just say they are easier to get on with if you…indulge them.”

I don’t want to indulge them. I am 9. I don’t even like girls. They smell funny.”

“Surely, they think you smell funny, also” Lucius snickered. “As for the fairy tale, I would like to hear your take on this? What disturbs you so about the tale? It is as old as the pureblood line. Tradition if you will. My mother told it to me, your wife will tell it to her children. This is something that will not die while I still have some control over the wizarding world.”

Draco sat quietly in his fathers study. Amazed at the trinkets on his fathers desk. Knowing that now, his father would ask him question that he would be forced to answer properly. His father had a way of knowing when people lied to him. Uncle Severus called it something…Draco could not quite place the word. Uncle Severus could do it also, much more powerfully, but that as because of what he was. Uncle Severus had a way of telling you things and making you want to do them even if you did not. For example, once Draco had spent the night with Brandon, Uncle Severus son, they had stayed up until dawn wanting to glimpse at the vampires coming in from a night hunting. Uncle Severus caught them and told them to go to bed. Neither of the boys wanted too, but Uncle Severus had simply stated, “You are tired, you want to sleep” and the boys were drifting off as he tumbled them into bed.

“Draco” Lucius called him back to the present. “Would you care to answer any of my questions, or is it more fun to sit there and catch flies in your mouth?”

“Yes, Father, I mean No, Father. I mean…”

I know what you mean son, your trying my patience. What about the tale do you not like?”

“Well, I guess it’s that …Err….o.k. The boy is 3 and meets this baby, this drooling, gurgling infant” Draco spat. “They are supposed to fall madly in love at 3! He waits his whole life for her to grow up just for him to marry the drooling girl and then they live happily ever after. What about love, companionship, what if the girl has rocks in her head like a troll? Could you imagine being married to a girl that acted like the Goyles or the Flints?”

Lucius was a little taken aback. Love, the word he hated, had come out of his son’s mouth. This had to be addressed.

“O. K., Draco, firstly she is not a troll. She is a bright witch. Her mother is beautiful, stunning. Any man would be pleased to have her on his arm, more so pleased to have her in his bed doing utterly naughty things to him.”

Draco looked perplexed.

“Just forget that last statement. This is the tale of purebloods. It is the way things work in our world…”

Draco interrupted “You mean that this is the story of my future? You can’t force me to wed a drooling baby!”

Lucius gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and stated very firmly, “She is not an infant. She is now 6. She is also quite lovely. You will marry her. She will make a good wife. You will complete your destiny. To align our and the Dolohov houses, it will make my grand-children extremely powerful and wealthy. They will be a force to be reckoned with. Suck it up. Prepare yourself. You will NOT dishonor me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Father”

“You are dismissed”.

Draco left the room where his father was sitting. How could they have done this to him? Was everyone else he knew in the same boat? He had to find o


A/N
It would not hurt my feeling if any of you told me if you liked it or not.