Dinner With the Malfoys

DINNER: FOUR

[Next Day, on a flight to Brazil]
Draco and I came down for dinner early last night, to an empty table. We seated ourselves; I passed close by Narcissa's seat. Narcissa entered shortly, and sat, gazing at me as though I was a rare dish she wanted to devour. The moment had come. To my surprise, I was not nervous. But then, I thought there was nothing much to be nervous about; Draco and I both had our wands, and I'd already poisoned the witch's wine.

We waited, silent, until Lucius abruptly swept into the dining room, dressed in black velvet robes. He stopped beside Narcissa. And then he lifted his wife's wineglass and he drained it dry, before I could even speak a word. She turned her head just as he fell to the floor, dead. And then she began to scream.

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I sat stunned, immobile. Narcissa was making incoherent shrieks and hiccuping noises.

Draco looked at me once with his eyes wide, then dashed to his father and felt for a pulse. His face crumpled for a moment, overtaken by grief, and I saw tears in his eyes. Then I watched with horror as he threw his head back and laughed wildly. He sounded like Bella Lestrange, and his eyes were as crazed as hers ever were.

He laughed again, "It will still work! We'll just turn your plan on its head, Patricia! It's simple! You've killed my father... Now, I'll fuck my mother! It's that bitch's fault anyway, she always hated Father! And she made you and I so afraid and so desperate that we had to poison her wine. It's her fault my Father is dead!" Then he yanked his mother towards him by the hair, and smashed his mouth down onto hers.

Narcissa struggled, gasping in shock. Draco brutally gripped her arms and held her still under his kiss. I watched, unable to move a muscle, as he stood over his father's dead body, roughly devouring his mother's mouth. Frozen with horror, I watched as he ripped her gown open down the front and laid her naked on the table. Just as Lucius had taken me that first night. And still frozen, I saw Draco free his erection and draw his wand to cast a spell on himself. "Engorgio!" he cackled, and it grew to a monster the size of his father's. "Now, Mother...now you're going to get what you deserve, you rotten, frigid, evil bitch!"

And I finally gained control of my body. Draco was at the point of raping his mother. I couldn't let him do it. I pulled my wand and Petrified them both.

I stood still for a moment, thinking rapidly. We had to get out of here. I had the e-tickets waiting, we had our wands. Go! I told myself. Just go! I un-Froze Draco. He looked down in horror at his mother and backed rapidly away from her. "Gods, Patricia! I nearly raped...oh, Merlin!"

"It's all right, darling," I held him tightly and gently pulled him away from his parents. "You didn't do it, that's what matters," I told him. "You didn't do it. But now we have to leave. We have to go, Draco, before someone finds them. Narcissa will be fine, the spell will wear off in an hour or two. Lucius..."

I tried to think of something kind to say. Draco had loved the bastard, anyway. (And a small part of my mind said that I would miss at least one part of him.) "Lucius was an accident. Neither of us are to blame for that."

Slowly, Draco nodded. We left Malfoy Manor then. We never returned.