Deception

Narcissa visited three different places before she finally found them.

As loathed as she were to admit it, were it not for the house elf then she would have been unable to break through the powerful barrier spell surrounding the place her son was residing.

She entered, and had to cover half of her face with her hand.

She nearly had to cast up her accounts.

Although only half veela, her senses were sharp, and the scent of semen, blood, and other bodily fluids was so overwhelming; a sour, definitely rank odor.

She could hear the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh,and closed her eyes. She did not wish to be the one handling this situation anymore than she wanted to be the one discovering them.

Beside her the house elf shifted uncomfortably, and Narcissa felt her jaw clench, not merely out of disgust but fury, that she should be forced to yet again endure another humiliating situation.

Her eyes flashed red to match her anger.

‘I want you to render them senseless, slave.’  She clenched her fists, her voice barely above a whisper, ‘Do whatever it takes.  But seeing as how you Master was unable to join us I believe it is the best possible solution—‘

She stopped.  And almost laughed at the lunacy of the entire situation.  Now she was explaining herself to servants. What was next?

The elf hastily ran to do accomplish her order.

She heard a loud hiss, and then…nothing.

Good.

But it never hurt to be cautious.

Narcissa had never encountered her one true mate. But she knew enough to know no one, not even a mother, came between a veela and its mate.  It would try to kill her.

That thing is not my son.

At least not at the moment. 

She produced her wand and carefully made her way through the rooms, growing more and more physically ill as she neared the source of the scent.

It was awful.  Just when she was certain she could make it no farther, she discovered the place where he was.

And stared down at the naked form that was Draco.

He lay collapsed on top of the girl—and she frowned.

She sensed ‘nothing’ from her, and for a moment Narcissa’s surprise distracted her from the copious amounts of semen and blood in the room.

‘He has not completed the ritual?’

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Thanks for reviews!  I realize my chapters are becoming shorter, so I may edit them to make them longer later. 

I know several readers pointed out discomfort with Draco, ranging from his feelings [or lack thereof], and his ‘kind’ of veela.  I do hope that the chapters are beginning to answer these questions, and if not, lay the foundation for where he is headed.