The Malfoy Chronicles

Yummy...we have some smut in this chapter. You'll be able to tell where it is, and if you don't like that sort of thing you can skip ahead. I personally worship anything to do with Lucius' throbbing hard member....but it's your choice.

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Narcissa quickly instructed the twins to follow her to Lucius’ room. They supported the wizard up the stairs and to the room in question. She opened the door for them.

“We have to get off his robes and shirt.” She said. Fred and George looked at each other.

“We’re not stripping him…” they said together. “Big bad wizard wakes up and we’re playing with his knickers…now way!” Fred added.

Narcissa laughed. “Dear boys! You’re only taking his shirt off. Besides…he doesn’t wear knickers.” She said. George’s face blanched.

“Ewwe.” He said.

Fred pulled a face. “Kinky.” He murmured.

“Come now.” She said, and unfastened the silver clasp of Lucius’ robes. Fred shifted to make Lucius’ left arm separate from the sleeve of the robe, and then George did the same with the right. This way he would stay supported. They repeated the action for Lucius’ bloody vest and shirt. Then they placed him on his bed, face-down. Narcissa looked at George. “That girl downstairs with the bushy brown hair…wasn’t she a healer during the war?” she asked.

“Hermione? Yeah.” George replied. “I’ll go get her.” He added, and trotted out of the room, leaving Fred with Narcissa. Narcissa began to stroke Lucius’ arm. She took in a shaky breath, and then leaned down and kissed his hand.

“You all right, Mrs. Malfoy?” Fred asked. She nodded quietly, and pressed the back of Lucius’ hand to her cheek.

Hermione came into the room, looking around as she walked. Narcissa stood.

“Will you please help him? Your skills of healing were legendary during the war…” she said. Hermione approached the bed, and silently began examining Lucius’ cuts.

“Of course I can heal him. Just a few cuts…He probably passed out from shock.” She said. She pulled her wand from her sleeve, and began murmuring healing spells over Lucius’ back. The cuts sealed themselves, and within minutes Lucius’ back was a smooth expanse of skin again. Narcissa wrapped her arms around Hermione.

“Thank you!” she said. Hermione pushed her away politely.

“You’re welcome.” She said, and walked out of the room. Fred looked at his brother, who had come in silently behind Hermione.

“Frosty little witch.” Fred said softly. George nodded.

Fred put his hand on Narcissa’s shoulder. “We’ll leave you two alone.” He said. “And don’t worry about that chandelier. We’ll take care of it.” He said. The twins left the room.

Lucius stirred softly. Narcissa was at his side in a moment, and held his hand in hers. He opened his eyes.

“What the hell am I doing here?” he asked.

“You saved Molly Weasley’s life. You’re so brave.” She said, and kissed his hand again. He looked at her.

“Why doesn’t my back hurt anymore?” he asked.

“That muggle-born witch healed your back.” She replied. He grunted, and tenderly rolled over on his back. He smiled at Narcissa.

“So you’re proud of your wounded warrior?” he asked. She nodded. “How proud?” he asked. She raised a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow.

She walked to the foot of the bed.

“Proud enough to think you should have a reward…” she said. Her hand went to her face, as if she were thinking. Her finger pressed against her lips, and then she drew the slender digit into her mouth, sucking softly.

Lucius shivered, and felt warmth spreading to his crotch. Narcissa’s other hand went to her chest, and she began to gently message her breast. Lucius found his hand traveling to gently rub the bulge forming in his pants. Narcissa stopped what she was doing.

“Uh-uh-uh…” she admonished, wagging the finger she’d just been sucking. “No touching.” She said. Lucius’ hand pulled back, and she resumed what she was doing. Her hand fell from her mouth and joined its mate to message her other breast. She then climbed onto the foot of the bed, hiking up the skirt of her gown so that she could straddle Lucius’ legs. She gently unfastened his pants and freed his large erection. Narcissa traced a finger along the shaft, and was rewarded with a soft groan from her husband.

She licked her lips, and then leaned her head down to place a light kiss on the tip of the thick member, which gave a slight jerk. She smiled, and licked the sensitive head. She could taste the precum that had beaded up on the tip. She then proceeded to place light kisses along the throbbing organ, starting at the tip and ending at his balls. She took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked softly. Lucius hissed, and dug his hands into the bedcover.

She released his loved nut and took the other in her mouth, cradling it with her tongue. She pulled her head back, slowly releasing the other ball. She looked up at Lucius’ face. He had closed his eyes, and his mouth was open slightly.

She wrapped her fist around his cock, and began to move it slowly up and down. He gave a soft groan, and cracked one eye to look at her. She sped up her ministrations, and he closed his eye. He could feel the slow tightening sensation in his balls, signaling his release. But just as he was about to give himself over to the pleasure, Narcissa slowed her movements, allowing his orgasm to escape him.

She did this several times before she had him practically begging for release. She happily obliged him, and leaned her mouth down to his weeping cock, taking him to the hilt in one swallow. He groaned as orgasm approached swiftly. She worked her throat muscles to message his tortured cock, and he gave a soft cry as he came in her mouth. She accepted his warm seed, and swallowed it with gusto. She licked him clean before replacing his rapidly deflating cock back in his trousers.

“I’ll tear your ass up good for putting me in such torturous suspense, kitten.” She heard him murmur, before he drifted back into a light sleep. She smiled, and gently removed herself from him, smoothing her dress out.

“I’m looking forward to it, Lu.” She said, and left the room.

When she got down to the ballroom, she got the shock of her life. The entire Weasley clan had chipped in magic to repair the great chandelier, and was in the process of levitating it back to where it was supposed to go.

James was gliding at the ceiling, waiting. He picked up the loose chain, and held it to its broken half. He then wrapped his hand around where the two ends met, and muttered something. He pulled his hand away, and the chain had mended itself. The Weasleys lowered their wands, and the chandelier held. James landed, dusting off his hands. Draco met his mother at the stairs.

“Isn’t it great? They said they wouldn’t leave until it was fixed.” He said. She smiled.

“Your father will be thrilled when he wakes up.” She said. Draco nodded.

Narcissa went to the ballroom, and Molly approached her.

“We’re so sorry for the trouble James caused. We hope that this will make it up to you, and not tarnish our reputation.” She said softly. Narcissa took Molly’s hands in hers.

“Consider your reputation un-tarnished.” She said. Molly smiled.

“Thank you. We hope that we may be able to do this again. Maybe next time the Malfoy bunch can come to the Burrow.” She said. Narcissa smiled pleasantly.

“We’d love that.” She said. Molly gave Narcissa a brief hug before rounding her clan together to leave.

Narcissa rounded Draco, Glinda, and their children up to see them off. Each Apparated away, talking about the wild night they’d been part of. As Hermione and Ron left, Narcissa gently took Hermione’s hand.

“Thank you for helping my husband.” She said. Hermione didn’t return her warm look.

“It’s what I do.” She said, and disappeared with her husband. Narcissa looked like someone had slapped her in the face.

Fred and George, who had been behind Ron and Hermione, looked at each other.

“She’s mad over the house-elves.” Fred said softly. Narcissa looked confused. “She thinks all house-elves should be either freed or paid.” He added.

“Freed? Paid? Is she stupid?” Narcissa said, taking on an air of superiority. Fred smiled.

“No. She just thinks she knows everything.” He said. Narcissa gave a soft hmph.

Fred and George grinned. “Well…enjoy your night.” They said together, and disappeared.

Once all of the guests were gone, Narcissa sighed. “Tonight was a long night.” She said. Draco nodded.

“I’m going to bed.” He said. Glinda hooked onto his arm as he disappeared. Draca and Abraxas took off to their rooms, and Narcissa climbed the stairs slowly to reach her and Lucius’ room. She opened the door slowly, and walked into the room, slipping off her shoes. She closed the door, and turned around. She gasped softly.

Lucius was lying on the bed stark naked and stroking his hard cock slowly. He eyed her.
“Get your ass undressed and get over here before I get angry.” He said, his voice calm and smooth.

She grinned like a maniac. “Yes, Master.” She said, and quickly threw off her clothes.
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Yummy! There will be smut in the next chapter as well. Narcissa will be getting her sweet ass tore up in the good way. Please review! I need to know where I stand with this story. If it's not good, I won't continue to take up a great deal of my time to write the chapters. The story was met with eagerness at the beginning, but you've all seemed to disappear. Please review. Let me know if my story is still alive...