Interwoven

Hello. Heres chapter two. I'm definitely looking for a beta so let me know. The Elder Book is mine, but nothing else is.

She who must be obeyed: currently working on W&I. Definitely enjoying it.

Cherry Starburst: it could be his familiar. it could be a friend. it could be Lucius.
Thanks to all the reviewers. :D

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Chapter 2


Draco stormed out of his room shouting at any elves that dared approach. How and why was his hair and hands green? Why were his teeth pointed? Draco stopped dead upon throwing the den doors open. Where was his father?

After breakfast Draco knew Lucius had retreated here. Draco stepped into the room half-expecting some portal to open in the floor. He walked toward his father’s normal chair. It smelled of him. The delicious smell of earth, rain and musk. Draco shook his head furiously. He would not think of his father as delicious. It was bad enough that Potter controlled his every thought…but his father. Draco curled up on the couch opposite Lucius’ chair and ordered the elves bring him lunch.

He picked some obscure book and pretended to read it. He could sort everything out once his mother returned. Draco was sure that his father had probably simply had some sudden meeting at Hogwarts. Maybe, Lucius left to buy supplies for his classroom but didn’t want to wake Draco. Despite all his rationalizing, Draco knew something more profound and strange was going on.

Lucius smiled smugly to himself as Harry franticly paced the room. Sure, he tried to calm the younger wizard, but nothing seemed to be helping.

“You’re a…a…” Harry looked at Lucius with a loss for words.

Lucius shrugged indifferently, “A shapeshifter or were of some kind.”

“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” Harry screeched. With a naked, gorgeous Lucius Malfoy perched on his bed, Harry was sure whether he wanted to run to or away from him. He was all ice white skin and silky white hair. Wait! Didn’t Lucius’ hair used to blond—pale blond but blond nonetheless? Draco’s was blond, but Lucius’ hair was now very, very white.

Harry paced furiously. What could possibly be made of this? It was his birthday, and he woke to a man in his bed—a man old enough to be his father. He kept glanced furtively at Lucius. The man embodied beauty, and his scent screamed serenity and sensuality. Everytime that he looked up, Harry expected to see red eyes to go along with the albino complexion. But each time Harry was increasingly startled by the silver and yellow irises.

“Harry, please,” Lucius tried. He knew Harry was his mate and had a slight idea as to what he himself was, but his mate’s inheritance was still a mystery. Whatever he was, Harry looked delectable. His messy dark locks grew to his mind back, and his eyes gained sparks of grey and black in them. As Lucius watched Harry work himself into a panic, Lucius noticed his fingers lengthening to metal-like razors as well as his hair glowing with an Avada green.

Harry stopped at the sound of Lucius’ voice. It sounded like rain on a tin roof or a lone wind on a stagnant day. “Don’t…Lu…Argh! I can’t even. How can you be so nonchalant?” Harry all but shouted.

A feral lust awakened in Harry at the sight of Lucius on his bed. It frightened him. Harry had never felt anything like it except for in his dreams for Draco. He had never expected to feel in the waking world. His very skin seemed to beg to touch Lucius’. The feeling was so strong that Harry’s almost missed the sound of his voice.

“I have had years to anticipate and pray for some inheritance, for some mate. I have found him. I have found you. I understand if you do not want to pursue this until later notice, but I am happy to have found you. Please, just…don’t reject me straight out as I do not know what I am yet and I don’t know how such a statement would effect me.” As Lucius finished his speech, he found himself with an armful of Harry Potter. Lucius’ soul sang.

Harry pulled himself to straddling Lucius. Grabbing him by the white hair, Harry pulled the older man in a searing kiss. Tongues and teeth battled brutally until Lucius pinned Harry to the mattress. Harry whimpered loudly and arched into Lucius as the older man chewed greedily at a spot below his ear.

“Surprise!” Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley shoved through the door of Harry’s room.

Harry pulled away from Lucius suddenly. “Oh God,” Harry screeched before running to the window hyperventilating.

“Harry, dearie?” Mrs. Weasley began thickly, “What’s going on?”

Narciss strolled toward her home from the apparation point. Tea had been lovely. As she reached to open the door, she felt a difference in her wards.

“Oh Merlin! Oh no,” She threw the door open and ran for the den in a very un-Malfoy manner. Draco sat on the couch across from his father’s chair sleeping. Not only was Draco sleeping, he was purring.

Narcissa slumped in the chair next to her husband’s. Well, ex-husband’s. Draco was obviously Lucius’ mate which meant their marriage was null and void. Narcissa wanted to scream and sob, throw things and storm out of the manner, but she simply sat catatonically. As a mother, her son needed her to explain the insanity of it all. As a wife, her presence was necessary to finalize their accounts. The Black money would be hers. The Malfoy money Lucius and Draco’s.

Narcissa sighed. There had never been any great love between Lucius and herself, but it was strong, committed partnership. Part of her was ecstatic for the discovery her husband and son were about to make, but the rest felt lonesome and emotional over losing a family.

Sighing again, she shook Draco’s shoulder lightly. “Draco, darling. Draco?” The boy opened his eyes slowly attempting to blink off the sleep. Naricissa had to smile. She would miss this boy.

Draco stretched slowly. Wherever he was, it smelled like heaven. Draco started when he realized where the scent undoubtedly came from and where exactly he was. He looked upward and launched himself into his mother’s arms.

“Mum, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happened. What’s wrong with me? I don’t want to love Dad. Not like this,” Draco screeched and rambled while Narcissa held the hysterical boy.

“Draco, my dear, this is not something you could’ve helped. I know what has happened. Come, let us venture into the library.” Narcissa smiled softly, but Draco stared at her questioningly.

“Why?”

Narcissa laughed. “Have you lost your intellect when you gained your inheritance?” Draco looked away bashfully. “Darling, we must drop your blood into the Elders’ Book as to ascertain the kind of changes you have undergone.”

“I know, Mother,” Draco murmur softly following Narcissa across the house.

When they reached the library, Naricissa stood next to the center table and confidently declared, “Elders’ Book of Malfoys.” Naricissa voice echoed thunderously then broke off into small echoes that seemed themselves to be searching for the book. A moment later the thick dusty volume appeared on the table. Draco shivered. Lucius had described what this day would be like since Draco turned three. Draco, however, had always thought it to be fairy tales.

“You thumb, Draco,” Narcissa held her hand out waiting. Draco placed his palm in hers, and she rolled his thumb over the sharp spike on the book’s cover.

Instead of pain, Draco felt srong magic surge up through his hand and into his chest. He gasped at the feel of it. It reminded him of the power he felt whenever his father or Harry were angry.

Strange laughter rang through the library. Draco searched frantically for its source. “A rare breed you are, Young Master Malfoy, rare indeed.”

“What,” Draco looked to his mother. She nodded to the old book which was in fact studying Draco with three black eyes.

“I said you are a rare breed. Jiang Shi have not manifested in the Malfoy line in decades. I had believed their blood was gone. I thought the same for the incubi centuries ago. Rare, rare you are.”

“Well which am I?” Draco questioned angrily tiring quickly of the book enigmatic speech.

Its fanged mouth gave a crooked smile, “Both.”


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