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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,616
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Family
Title: Family
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: SoloM
Summary: #24 – Family. He would protect them.
Word Count: 1,102 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. One of my favourite ships! Malfoy family pride…
Prompt 24 – Family
His son was so small, but already he could see his own features on the babe’s face. The same eyes, the same brow, the same mouth. Leaning over the bassinette, Lucius Malfoy grinned down at the baby boy, his pale fingers moving over the tiny blond skull. The baby was only two months old, and already Lucius knew that his son was going to grow to be a great man.
“Come to bed, luv…if you wake him again, by Merlin I will fix it that you will never father another child,” a tired, feminine voice called from the door of the nursery.
Lucius turned, his long platinum blond hair falling from his shoulder, flowing like a curtain of silver. With one last look to his son, Draco, he moved across the nursery to where his wife stood already in her nightdress. Narcissa…his beloved wife, and mother of his child, seemed very tired after tending to their son all day. Even as he approached her, Lucius could see the slight discolouration in the fine white fabric of her nightdress, where her heavy breasts had leaked upon the material after feeding Draco hours before.
Taking her arm, Lucius walked his wife to the bedroom door on a few paces from the nursery. Settling his wife into her place in the their bed, Lucius sat on the edge of the mattress, and petted Narcissa’s wavy honey coloured hair.
“Aren’t you coming to bed, luv?” she asked softly, her eyelids heavy over her robin-egg’s blue eyes.
He said nothing for a moment, the smile he had held beginning to drain away. Brushing the knuckles of his left hand over Narcissa’s pale cheek he glanced at the bare stretch of skin of his inner forearm and the discouloration of the skin.
“He will call me tonight, there is something happening…news Severus is bringing,” Lucius whispered as Narcissa’s eyes widened for a moment, but began drifting shut again.
Lucius could not begin to explain how much he loved his Narcissa…the way her hair felt in his fingers, how her lips tasted when he kissed her, or how her body felt around his when he took her in their bed. She was beautiful, brilliant, and far more loving than anyone besides himself and his son would ever know.
“Be careful,” she whispered, her eyes finally shutting, and sleep erasing the lines on her worried brow, and the worry from around her mouth.
He sighed as he slowly stood, burning the vision of Narcissa into his brain. Surely, when the Dark Lord would cast the Cruciatus upon him, as he usually did whenever Lucius was summoned, the memory of his wife sleeping in their bed would bring a type of relief.
She was breathing deeply, her full breasts rising and falling, her full belly less rounded now that the weight she had gained carrying Draco was being worked away by caring for the babe. The motherly glow remained on her skin, and would stay until Draco was weaned.
Lucius fought down the urge to wake her…and take her. He wanted her, and had had her up until Draco was born. The Healers told him that until her body adjusted to birthing a child, and her ‘hormones’ regulated, sex was to be avoided. Narcissa had had a hard childbirth, and Lucius feared that another child would be harmful to his wife…
Moving to the wardrobe, Lucius opened the door, anticipating that any moment his Mark would burn, and he would have to hastily grab his Death Eater robes. But the burning had not yet come.
He continued to watch her slip deeper into sleep, the darkness of the bedroom softening the shadows under her eyes. Narcissa was a wonderful mother, far better than her own had ever been… Lucius’ own mother had been almost like a myth in his mind…he never saw her. Draco would be different, he would know his parents loved him…
Lucius’ heart swelled at the memories of little Draco in Narcissa’s arms, gurgling happily as his mother played with him in the conservatory…sunlight making mother and child’s hair glow like silver and gold halos about their happy faces.
She shifted in her sleep, her right hand falling to her hip, and Lucius took a shaky breath.
Of all the arranged marriages of an age, how could Lucius have been so lucky to have such a woman at his side? He wanted her…he wanted her…
His trousers became uncomfortable as he leaned back into the corner of the wardrobe. His Mark would burn at any moment…but he still unfastened the front placket of his pants. Two months without sinking into his wife’s body, and months more before he could do so again, forced Lucius Malfoy to literally take ‘matters’ into his own hands.
Grunting at the first stroke, Lucius’ eyes flew to his wife, wondering if his voice had woken her. Not that Narcissa would mind…Lucius grinned, knowing that his wife was one lascivious witch, her own libido as heightened as his own. She lamented her condition as much as he did…no sex for an undetermined amount of time was simply unfair in her mind.
Lucius began stroking his turgid cock, his hand moving quickly, hoping to relieve the tension before his Mark burned…before Narcissa would wake, and stare at him with pitiful eyes lamenting that she could not share in his pleasure.
Pressure was building in his pelvis, and Lucius shut his grey eyes, his head falling back into the corner of the wardrobe painfully.
“Guh!’ he gasped as his Mark burned…and sticky white threads of cum flew from the tip of his twitching cock to land on the floor between the bed and the wardrobe. The pain of the Mark had only intensified his release, and Lucius sank to his knees, his ejaculation seeming to never end.
Glancing up to the bed with dazed eyes, he saw Narcissa was still sleeping…he listened for Draco’s cries in the next room, but there was none.
Panting, Lucius struggled to redo the buttons of his trousers, rising to his feet. Shaking his blond mane of hair, he moved to don his robes.
Family…his family…and he was leaving it for a man who had no time or care for such a thing as love or family…
Something was not quite right with his Lord’s beliefs, but still, Lucius slipped his mask to his face, and with one last look through the eyes of the mask, he sighed wistfully at the vision of his wife.
And then he was gone, and the world would change with another boy named Harry Potter.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: SoloM
Summary: #24 – Family. He would protect them.
Word Count: 1,102 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. One of my favourite ships! Malfoy family pride…
Prompt 24 – Family
His son was so small, but already he could see his own features on the babe’s face. The same eyes, the same brow, the same mouth. Leaning over the bassinette, Lucius Malfoy grinned down at the baby boy, his pale fingers moving over the tiny blond skull. The baby was only two months old, and already Lucius knew that his son was going to grow to be a great man.
“Come to bed, luv…if you wake him again, by Merlin I will fix it that you will never father another child,” a tired, feminine voice called from the door of the nursery.
Lucius turned, his long platinum blond hair falling from his shoulder, flowing like a curtain of silver. With one last look to his son, Draco, he moved across the nursery to where his wife stood already in her nightdress. Narcissa…his beloved wife, and mother of his child, seemed very tired after tending to their son all day. Even as he approached her, Lucius could see the slight discolouration in the fine white fabric of her nightdress, where her heavy breasts had leaked upon the material after feeding Draco hours before.
Taking her arm, Lucius walked his wife to the bedroom door on a few paces from the nursery. Settling his wife into her place in the their bed, Lucius sat on the edge of the mattress, and petted Narcissa’s wavy honey coloured hair.
“Aren’t you coming to bed, luv?” she asked softly, her eyelids heavy over her robin-egg’s blue eyes.
He said nothing for a moment, the smile he had held beginning to drain away. Brushing the knuckles of his left hand over Narcissa’s pale cheek he glanced at the bare stretch of skin of his inner forearm and the discouloration of the skin.
“He will call me tonight, there is something happening…news Severus is bringing,” Lucius whispered as Narcissa’s eyes widened for a moment, but began drifting shut again.
Lucius could not begin to explain how much he loved his Narcissa…the way her hair felt in his fingers, how her lips tasted when he kissed her, or how her body felt around his when he took her in their bed. She was beautiful, brilliant, and far more loving than anyone besides himself and his son would ever know.
“Be careful,” she whispered, her eyes finally shutting, and sleep erasing the lines on her worried brow, and the worry from around her mouth.
He sighed as he slowly stood, burning the vision of Narcissa into his brain. Surely, when the Dark Lord would cast the Cruciatus upon him, as he usually did whenever Lucius was summoned, the memory of his wife sleeping in their bed would bring a type of relief.
She was breathing deeply, her full breasts rising and falling, her full belly less rounded now that the weight she had gained carrying Draco was being worked away by caring for the babe. The motherly glow remained on her skin, and would stay until Draco was weaned.
Lucius fought down the urge to wake her…and take her. He wanted her, and had had her up until Draco was born. The Healers told him that until her body adjusted to birthing a child, and her ‘hormones’ regulated, sex was to be avoided. Narcissa had had a hard childbirth, and Lucius feared that another child would be harmful to his wife…
Moving to the wardrobe, Lucius opened the door, anticipating that any moment his Mark would burn, and he would have to hastily grab his Death Eater robes. But the burning had not yet come.
He continued to watch her slip deeper into sleep, the darkness of the bedroom softening the shadows under her eyes. Narcissa was a wonderful mother, far better than her own had ever been… Lucius’ own mother had been almost like a myth in his mind…he never saw her. Draco would be different, he would know his parents loved him…
Lucius’ heart swelled at the memories of little Draco in Narcissa’s arms, gurgling happily as his mother played with him in the conservatory…sunlight making mother and child’s hair glow like silver and gold halos about their happy faces.
She shifted in her sleep, her right hand falling to her hip, and Lucius took a shaky breath.
Of all the arranged marriages of an age, how could Lucius have been so lucky to have such a woman at his side? He wanted her…he wanted her…
His trousers became uncomfortable as he leaned back into the corner of the wardrobe. His Mark would burn at any moment…but he still unfastened the front placket of his pants. Two months without sinking into his wife’s body, and months more before he could do so again, forced Lucius Malfoy to literally take ‘matters’ into his own hands.
Grunting at the first stroke, Lucius’ eyes flew to his wife, wondering if his voice had woken her. Not that Narcissa would mind…Lucius grinned, knowing that his wife was one lascivious witch, her own libido as heightened as his own. She lamented her condition as much as he did…no sex for an undetermined amount of time was simply unfair in her mind.
Lucius began stroking his turgid cock, his hand moving quickly, hoping to relieve the tension before his Mark burned…before Narcissa would wake, and stare at him with pitiful eyes lamenting that she could not share in his pleasure.
Pressure was building in his pelvis, and Lucius shut his grey eyes, his head falling back into the corner of the wardrobe painfully.
“Guh!’ he gasped as his Mark burned…and sticky white threads of cum flew from the tip of his twitching cock to land on the floor between the bed and the wardrobe. The pain of the Mark had only intensified his release, and Lucius sank to his knees, his ejaculation seeming to never end.
Glancing up to the bed with dazed eyes, he saw Narcissa was still sleeping…he listened for Draco’s cries in the next room, but there was none.
Panting, Lucius struggled to redo the buttons of his trousers, rising to his feet. Shaking his blond mane of hair, he moved to don his robes.
Family…his family…and he was leaving it for a man who had no time or care for such a thing as love or family…
Something was not quite right with his Lord’s beliefs, but still, Lucius slipped his mask to his face, and with one last look through the eyes of the mask, he sighed wistfully at the vision of his wife.
And then he was gone, and the world would change with another boy named Harry Potter.