A Romeo\'s Nemesis
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A BAFFLED RENDEZVOUS
Chapter II
A BAFFLED RENDEZVOUS
Draco\'s enthusiasm for his father\'s passion had dramatically diminished since the start of their reading and now, only deigned to
scoff occasionally at a trite rhyming couplet only employed in his opinion, \"to make it seem like actual writing instead of disjointed
tedium meant for some poor sods to have to act out...\". His father was getting anxious and rapidly loosing control; considering
turning him into one of the characters mentioned in R & J, preferably the maid for obvious entertaining objections that would be expelled from Draco\'s
lips yet never audibly heard in the scant illustrated media the text provided.
\"Honestly, Draco,\" Lucius’ mouth quivered at the probability of abusing his favourite thing, power, with his own son to boot. Lucius
rose hastily and plonked R & J down amidst a heaped pile large enough to rise up 1/2 of Draco\'s stature; Draco smirked.
\"WILL you be so kind as to disguise your incompetence more skilfully when presented with fine literature,\" Lucius grumbled
tersely and returned to his seat, lacing his fingers together in his lap, a delicate shade of red etched across his cheeks from the
admitted anxiety of reading aloud after so many years of silent contemplation. Draco bristled and turned uncomfortably in the
green leather backed chair that didn\'t even swivel, to cross his legs - the tight satin material of his pj\'s clinging nastily to his thighs.
He struggled for a while, determined to rid all of the creases from his beloved couture while Lucius watched, mutely Machiavellian;
if Draco had any notion to what he was thinking, he could be damned and placed on a sacrificial slab with mandatory goat\'s blood
still fresh for all he cared. Lucius cleared his throat as his eyes weren\'t boring quite to the extent his young brethren needed to
acknowledge. Draco looked up, still with an unhealthy amount of concern etched into his brow for dealing with his pj\'s ;Lucius and
Narcissa had always found their son\'s behaviour odd at times, though not destructive for the most part, and considered the exigent
therapy sessions with one famous Healer, Maple Leafy who specialized in OCD for three months now - Draco had improved minimally. Lucius smiled as reassuringly as he could without imbuing another violent outburst at bringing to light something Draco felt
absolutely abashed to even talk about with Dr. Leafy at the best of times, then unconsciously stared with an expression akin to wistfulness at the dusty remnants of his monkey-hand.
\"You\'re cleaning that up in the morning, Draco,\" Lucius spoke nonchalantly, avoiding what he really wanted to say with issuing a task; perhaps Draco would become distracted enough to treat his upcoming request as perspicacity as an extra Quidditch practice before a game. Draco looked disgruntled, but was released form his idiosyncratic reverie and crossed his arms, looking menacingly at the pile of carbon flecking across the library\'s rich, mahogany panels.
Lucius decided to over-ride his impending discomfort at being possibly rejected as soon as he opened his mouth and choose his words carefully, speaking softly, \"Now that I have assuaged your intense curiosity regarding ALL of Shakespeare\'s plots and themes I have in my collection, perhaps tomorrow we could attempt to study simply one with appropriate conjecture, ACTING,\" Lucius paused to watch Draco flush becomingly at being put on the spot - he\'d loved role-playing since he was a small child, that and dress- up, \"and of course the respect that the most venerable and estimable Bard deserves...\"
Lucius let his voice dwindle into nothingness and he gawked at the boy in front of him who was clearly enjoying this opportunity to act out and possibly play a miscreant when life mirrored art at school to perfection. Draco sighed and appeared to be contemplating something slightly amusing as his ribs kept on being jostled beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt (it could get hot listening to Lucius’ voice for an hour and a half, practically feeling the sound waves against his face and chest, it was difficult not to want to strip down into nothingness once the sensual litany began and Draco melted without any qualms). Draco\'s eyes lit up and stared intensely at his father\'s shadowed bedroom ones barely blinking.
\"Our characters then - why not study the 2nd Act first,\" Lucius made a negative grunting sound but Draco persevered, \"I mean, how are we going to portray five other characters logistically without one of us getting all pissed and walking out? I know how sensitive you can become at being interrupted,\" Draco allowed his mouth to curve into a salacious grin while all thoughts of strangulation were erased from Lucius’ immediate course of action and replaced with other fumblings.
\"And you will then show the proper reverence to the Bard if I allow this debauchery to take place?\" Lucius’ voice was receding into his throat and meant to cradle a lover in close proximity, not a son across the mantle. Draco\'s breath audibly hitched as Lucius
rose from his seat and leant against his bookshelves, beginning to place each of his works back carefully in the chronological order according to when they were first published. Draco thought Lucius was going to smack him after his warning waning words just to emphasise the severity is disappointed.
\"I promise,\" Draco then realised when seeing his father\'s eyes wrinkle in an actually genuine smile how much the muddled and precariously lovely words meant to him encased in a room and bound in leather for hundreds of years; he was doing something
special with Draco, something he would never had considered sharing with anyone but someone so like himself to accept him.
\"Father,\" Draco murmured, pressing up from behind Lucius for a hug (Lucius was still two inches taller much to Draco\'s chagrin), slightly oscillating his body in a comforting sort of reverse paternal way.
\"Mmm?\" Lucius’ eyes darkened and he began to trace the curve of the emboldened font on Macbeth for the power of restraint.
\"Why should we even look at these things - muggle things?\" Draco whispered into his father\'s back, Lucius straining to translate the string of vowels and consonants to something vaguely distinguishable.
\"Know thine own enemy just as thine own kin, Draco,\" Lucius responded automatically, knowing if he dropped is accustomed, \"WE KILL MUGGLES BECAUSE THEY\'RE OUR ETERNAL BANE, blah blah blah,\" Draco may be startled enough to not believe he was the opulent, tyrannical monster he purposely presented himself to be, for opulence\'s sake alone, of course; that and torturing was a mandatory recreational sport for him now, just as was tae-bo, and hoped Draco would follow in his diabolical cane-impressions.
\"Ahh, alright then. I\'m going back to bed; are we still going to Diagon Alley tomorrow?\" Draco had been goading Lucius for a new set of silver-lined stationary he just had to have in order to \"keep in touch\" on a more regular basis once the new school year began.
\"Yes.\" Lucius quivered ominously underneath Draco\'s embrace; Draco tightened his grasp from behind and buried his nose between Lucius’ shoulder blades. Draco sighed forlornly and circled around to face his father\'s panting form, blinking from the
effort to stare at the line of books in front of his face not one inch apart from it as though he were crucio-ing the inanimate deities.
\"Father, I don\'t know what I\'m going to do after Hogwarts,\" Draco admitted softly.
\"Well, this is quite a revelation,\" Lucius thought impressedly, \"he\'s actually not being a cretin for once and thinking of his future and maybe... the line\'s future...\"
Lucius instinctively decided a long comforting embrace would soothe poor, confused and weary Draco into the dreaded acquiescence, that as Malfoys, they didn\'t HAVE to do bloody well anything after wretched Hogwarts *cue Lucius\' pernicious sardonic
cackle at the rest of wizarding society here*.
\"What was that, father?\" Draco asked, taken aback by the ferocious sound of his father\'s sense of humour. Lucius merely softened his smile and placed a kiss on his son\'s head reverently.
\"Nothing to worry about, you have your entire life to discover what and who you love...\" Lucius was again swept off someplace far removed yet in his own manor with his son where he could sure enough discover anything and everything to his heart\'s content.
Lucius mentally slapped himself when he realised he was becoming... overly enthused at his own ruminations and released Draco with an indolent snort, sounding more like a swine with malaria than a man on a mission.
\"Off you go then, son,\" Lucius croaked and collapsed again in his reading-chair, eyes closed and knuckles white, frenetically attempting to take siege of his own desires and justify the flagrant.
\"Aye, off I go,\" Draco waltzed out looking and feeling marginally better after his father\'s words, not considering the fact that the elder\'s comforting body had had just the same amount of impact in soothing his aching soul as his verbal gilt.
\"Well then,\" Draco thought with trademark Slytherin ambition, \"I\'ll have to convince him to stop by Cornelia\'s Costume Cathedral tomorrow - that place is fucking huge.\"
He would be the prettiest and most authentic Juliet if ever there was one compared to Shakespeare\'s vision; for his father, of course - that and his penchant for cross-dressing on Halloween (and any other excusable opportunity time allows in a male youth\'s
life). Draco reached his bed and slipped out of his by this time, almost completely mangled clothing from his incessant fiddling.
Hopping into bed, Draco thought how much he loved his father and what sort of punishment he\'d received if he tried to add a more realistic act to what sort of thing the real R & J would\'ve done behind their parents\' backs. Snickering as he did when he was
ten, he turned over to stare out into darkness and played back the mental recording of Lucius’ voice in rhythm with his own deft jerks to completion.
Lucius was finding it difficult to breathe do to his nearly visceral erection and moaned a little too loudly for the wards to handle in all fair terms as it WAS three o\'clock in the bloody morning.
\"Little *pant pant* manip - *pant* vixe - *pant, growl*,\" Lucius slumped back and stared at the ceiling with a mixture of sharp anticipation and inner loathing. An entire day to look forward to filled with innocent taps and reaches all meant to be considered, not adored and he was of course, the one to suffer. Face contorting into a devious leer, Lucius planned their itinerary on a spare scroll and shoved it in his slacks before he strutted off to his chambers similarly to his son.
A BAFFLED RENDEZVOUS
Draco\'s enthusiasm for his father\'s passion had dramatically diminished since the start of their reading and now, only deigned to
scoff occasionally at a trite rhyming couplet only employed in his opinion, \"to make it seem like actual writing instead of disjointed
tedium meant for some poor sods to have to act out...\". His father was getting anxious and rapidly loosing control; considering
turning him into one of the characters mentioned in R & J, preferably the maid for obvious entertaining objections that would be expelled from Draco\'s
lips yet never audibly heard in the scant illustrated media the text provided.
\"Honestly, Draco,\" Lucius’ mouth quivered at the probability of abusing his favourite thing, power, with his own son to boot. Lucius
rose hastily and plonked R & J down amidst a heaped pile large enough to rise up 1/2 of Draco\'s stature; Draco smirked.
\"WILL you be so kind as to disguise your incompetence more skilfully when presented with fine literature,\" Lucius grumbled
tersely and returned to his seat, lacing his fingers together in his lap, a delicate shade of red etched across his cheeks from the
admitted anxiety of reading aloud after so many years of silent contemplation. Draco bristled and turned uncomfortably in the
green leather backed chair that didn\'t even swivel, to cross his legs - the tight satin material of his pj\'s clinging nastily to his thighs.
He struggled for a while, determined to rid all of the creases from his beloved couture while Lucius watched, mutely Machiavellian;
if Draco had any notion to what he was thinking, he could be damned and placed on a sacrificial slab with mandatory goat\'s blood
still fresh for all he cared. Lucius cleared his throat as his eyes weren\'t boring quite to the extent his young brethren needed to
acknowledge. Draco looked up, still with an unhealthy amount of concern etched into his brow for dealing with his pj\'s ;Lucius and
Narcissa had always found their son\'s behaviour odd at times, though not destructive for the most part, and considered the exigent
therapy sessions with one famous Healer, Maple Leafy who specialized in OCD for three months now - Draco had improved minimally. Lucius smiled as reassuringly as he could without imbuing another violent outburst at bringing to light something Draco felt
absolutely abashed to even talk about with Dr. Leafy at the best of times, then unconsciously stared with an expression akin to wistfulness at the dusty remnants of his monkey-hand.
\"You\'re cleaning that up in the morning, Draco,\" Lucius spoke nonchalantly, avoiding what he really wanted to say with issuing a task; perhaps Draco would become distracted enough to treat his upcoming request as perspicacity as an extra Quidditch practice before a game. Draco looked disgruntled, but was released form his idiosyncratic reverie and crossed his arms, looking menacingly at the pile of carbon flecking across the library\'s rich, mahogany panels.
Lucius decided to over-ride his impending discomfort at being possibly rejected as soon as he opened his mouth and choose his words carefully, speaking softly, \"Now that I have assuaged your intense curiosity regarding ALL of Shakespeare\'s plots and themes I have in my collection, perhaps tomorrow we could attempt to study simply one with appropriate conjecture, ACTING,\" Lucius paused to watch Draco flush becomingly at being put on the spot - he\'d loved role-playing since he was a small child, that and dress- up, \"and of course the respect that the most venerable and estimable Bard deserves...\"
Lucius let his voice dwindle into nothingness and he gawked at the boy in front of him who was clearly enjoying this opportunity to act out and possibly play a miscreant when life mirrored art at school to perfection. Draco sighed and appeared to be contemplating something slightly amusing as his ribs kept on being jostled beneath his half-unbuttoned shirt (it could get hot listening to Lucius’ voice for an hour and a half, practically feeling the sound waves against his face and chest, it was difficult not to want to strip down into nothingness once the sensual litany began and Draco melted without any qualms). Draco\'s eyes lit up and stared intensely at his father\'s shadowed bedroom ones barely blinking.
\"Our characters then - why not study the 2nd Act first,\" Lucius made a negative grunting sound but Draco persevered, \"I mean, how are we going to portray five other characters logistically without one of us getting all pissed and walking out? I know how sensitive you can become at being interrupted,\" Draco allowed his mouth to curve into a salacious grin while all thoughts of strangulation were erased from Lucius’ immediate course of action and replaced with other fumblings.
\"And you will then show the proper reverence to the Bard if I allow this debauchery to take place?\" Lucius’ voice was receding into his throat and meant to cradle a lover in close proximity, not a son across the mantle. Draco\'s breath audibly hitched as Lucius
rose from his seat and leant against his bookshelves, beginning to place each of his works back carefully in the chronological order according to when they were first published. Draco thought Lucius was going to smack him after his warning waning words just to emphasise the severity is disappointed.
\"I promise,\" Draco then realised when seeing his father\'s eyes wrinkle in an actually genuine smile how much the muddled and precariously lovely words meant to him encased in a room and bound in leather for hundreds of years; he was doing something
special with Draco, something he would never had considered sharing with anyone but someone so like himself to accept him.
\"Father,\" Draco murmured, pressing up from behind Lucius for a hug (Lucius was still two inches taller much to Draco\'s chagrin), slightly oscillating his body in a comforting sort of reverse paternal way.
\"Mmm?\" Lucius’ eyes darkened and he began to trace the curve of the emboldened font on Macbeth for the power of restraint.
\"Why should we even look at these things - muggle things?\" Draco whispered into his father\'s back, Lucius straining to translate the string of vowels and consonants to something vaguely distinguishable.
\"Know thine own enemy just as thine own kin, Draco,\" Lucius responded automatically, knowing if he dropped is accustomed, \"WE KILL MUGGLES BECAUSE THEY\'RE OUR ETERNAL BANE, blah blah blah,\" Draco may be startled enough to not believe he was the opulent, tyrannical monster he purposely presented himself to be, for opulence\'s sake alone, of course; that and torturing was a mandatory recreational sport for him now, just as was tae-bo, and hoped Draco would follow in his diabolical cane-impressions.
\"Ahh, alright then. I\'m going back to bed; are we still going to Diagon Alley tomorrow?\" Draco had been goading Lucius for a new set of silver-lined stationary he just had to have in order to \"keep in touch\" on a more regular basis once the new school year began.
\"Yes.\" Lucius quivered ominously underneath Draco\'s embrace; Draco tightened his grasp from behind and buried his nose between Lucius’ shoulder blades. Draco sighed forlornly and circled around to face his father\'s panting form, blinking from the
effort to stare at the line of books in front of his face not one inch apart from it as though he were crucio-ing the inanimate deities.
\"Father, I don\'t know what I\'m going to do after Hogwarts,\" Draco admitted softly.
\"Well, this is quite a revelation,\" Lucius thought impressedly, \"he\'s actually not being a cretin for once and thinking of his future and maybe... the line\'s future...\"
Lucius instinctively decided a long comforting embrace would soothe poor, confused and weary Draco into the dreaded acquiescence, that as Malfoys, they didn\'t HAVE to do bloody well anything after wretched Hogwarts *cue Lucius\' pernicious sardonic
cackle at the rest of wizarding society here*.
\"What was that, father?\" Draco asked, taken aback by the ferocious sound of his father\'s sense of humour. Lucius merely softened his smile and placed a kiss on his son\'s head reverently.
\"Nothing to worry about, you have your entire life to discover what and who you love...\" Lucius was again swept off someplace far removed yet in his own manor with his son where he could sure enough discover anything and everything to his heart\'s content.
Lucius mentally slapped himself when he realised he was becoming... overly enthused at his own ruminations and released Draco with an indolent snort, sounding more like a swine with malaria than a man on a mission.
\"Off you go then, son,\" Lucius croaked and collapsed again in his reading-chair, eyes closed and knuckles white, frenetically attempting to take siege of his own desires and justify the flagrant.
\"Aye, off I go,\" Draco waltzed out looking and feeling marginally better after his father\'s words, not considering the fact that the elder\'s comforting body had had just the same amount of impact in soothing his aching soul as his verbal gilt.
\"Well then,\" Draco thought with trademark Slytherin ambition, \"I\'ll have to convince him to stop by Cornelia\'s Costume Cathedral tomorrow - that place is fucking huge.\"
He would be the prettiest and most authentic Juliet if ever there was one compared to Shakespeare\'s vision; for his father, of course - that and his penchant for cross-dressing on Halloween (and any other excusable opportunity time allows in a male youth\'s
life). Draco reached his bed and slipped out of his by this time, almost completely mangled clothing from his incessant fiddling.
Hopping into bed, Draco thought how much he loved his father and what sort of punishment he\'d received if he tried to add a more realistic act to what sort of thing the real R & J would\'ve done behind their parents\' backs. Snickering as he did when he was
ten, he turned over to stare out into darkness and played back the mental recording of Lucius’ voice in rhythm with his own deft jerks to completion.
Lucius was finding it difficult to breathe do to his nearly visceral erection and moaned a little too loudly for the wards to handle in all fair terms as it WAS three o\'clock in the bloody morning.
\"Little *pant pant* manip - *pant* vixe - *pant, growl*,\" Lucius slumped back and stared at the ceiling with a mixture of sharp anticipation and inner loathing. An entire day to look forward to filled with innocent taps and reaches all meant to be considered, not adored and he was of course, the one to suffer. Face contorting into a devious leer, Lucius planned their itinerary on a spare scroll and shoved it in his slacks before he strutted off to his chambers similarly to his son.