The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: I am glad you considered it the best scene so for interactions so far. The relations between the major characters will be addressed even more. Major characters are, LV, Bella, Cissy, Lucius, Draco, Snape, and Fenrir. I am glad you also think the other characters are coming to light. Every single of the 25 Death Eaters has had a part. The underlying sadness continues below.

Lilith: Thanks for reviewing. Narcissa was awesome in this. She will not be a wimp later when she has sex with Voldemort...let's just say she is not a good submissive! And Draco is again in the story below (and will continue to play a big part).

Continuation of....


Chapter Eleven: Young Lust


The show was finally over, nobody bothering Fenrir Greyback for the duration of the rest of the time spent in the billiard room. Things were quiet a few minutes later and nobody went to the isolated freak, and rumors were circulating on several varying versions on how Greyback had almost bit Theodore Nott.

Theodore stood stranded in the midst of a small entourage of gossiping witches and wizards. Questions were posed at him such as: “Were you scared?”, “How close was the werewolf?”, “How did you get by without even a scratch?”

Theodore just shook his head. Dryly answering, “It was nothing, really.” Theodore did not look the least bit excited about telling the story of his escape. He was not the type to brag about his adventures. In fact he never had any adventures. He was sullen about his incident with Greyback.

Meanwhile, Draco and Narcissa were together sitting at the very long counter in front of a line of alcoholic beverages. Narcissa opened a bottle of wine carefully with long, manicured fingernails and gave it to her son. He took it and drank from the bottle throatily. Narcissa did not get a drink for herself.

“So... my son. You heard about it…” she whispered tenderly and with a mother’s touch, Narcissa cleared the bangs off Draco’s wet brow. She was heartbroken he knew.

“I heard of it all from that-that Greyback…Why is he making you do this?,” practically bawled Draco, and he tried very hard not to cry. Of course, the "he" meant Voldemort.

Narcissa stroked his head, and then put an arm around his shoulder, whilst sitting perched in front of him. “It’s for your sake, Draco. You see, I was forced into a deal with the Dark Lord.”

“Another one?!” said Draco startled, remembering the stress he went through all last year with the events around Snape's Unbreakable Vow and Draco having to be ordered to kill Dumbledore. And now Draco looked up, from dipping his head into his chest. He tried very hard not to look past his mother’s drained face. He could not bare to see his mother’s exposed nipples in crystal braces.

“It’s not as dangerous as you think, Draco! It’s going to be fine. Mother won’t let the Dark Lord wreck your life too.”

“I know that…,” said Draco sourly. “How does this concern me now?,” said Draco clearly frazzled.

Narcissa shook her head, and dismissively answered, “It’s nothing serious, Draco.”

Draco just sighed, knowing it was obvious his mother wasn’t going to tell him a thing. Meaning Narcissa would not tell him how Voldemort had said that if she didn’t do what was asked of her, he would not allow Draco to finish his education.

“Oh, but where is Lucius?” wailed Narcissa, suddenly consumed all for herself once again, forgetting her son’s misery. She had spoken more to herself.

“I don’t know where father is…but mother-,” Draco piped up again, hollowly. “I saw A-aunt Andromeda the other day and she-she was forced to have intercouse with Professor Snape. But mother…it was father who asked Snape to do it! And then father…made her…made her suck it. Then father said I would get to…”

And Draco suddenly pulled back from sobbing, “I don’t want that to happen to you, mother! I mean…,” and Draco seemed to swallow and said heartily, “you’re better than a Blood-traitor. Doesn’t the D-Dark Lord know this?”

“Yes. He has great respect for me as a Pure-blood, Draco. He will treat me like a queen,” lied Narcissa convincingly, but Draco looked doubtful anyway.

As Draco, said this, Lucius had came over, his presence imposing in his black and silver dressrobes, which are not Death Eater ceremonial robes. Narcissa’s azure eyes widened, aware he had heard the last conversation exchanges. He moved into Draco’s line of vision hovering between the two seated at the counter.

He bent down into Draco’s face, and the eyes like chipped ice looked at his son disconcertingly. He whispered loudly, “I didn’t make her do it for pleasure. My pleasure is reserved for your mother alone to give. Certainly not for filthy Blood-traitors or of anything else I’ve ever ravaged. So get that out of your head at once, Draco! I do it just because I can.”

Draco’s face turned to sickened disgust at his father, an unhealthy gray tinge. He seemed to steel himself, his expression filling with slight guilt. “I will never go along with it again, father!,” screamed Draco emotionally.

“Really Draco? You can’t refuse to take part in the deepest principles of Death Eaters. We are here to pillage all we can and to lead over the lesser kinds. Are you a Death Eater or not?”

“I’m still wearing the badge of skin, aren’t I?…I think so!” said Draco, with loyal vanity. “But- I’m not my father’s son!,” he burst revengefully. Instantly he regretted it, for he had not really meant what he said.

Vituperative in speech, Lucius responded, “You are a Malfoy as long as I say so! A man of privileged position!…Or does a strapping lad of seventeen still need his father to whip his arse?”

“No, father,” said Draco, with a shiver of fear, no longer combative. He did not have the guts to really stand up to his father, even now as a young man.

Narcissa tried to quell Lucius’s anger, with a look of pleading disapproval. She did not want him to lay a finger on Draco. Not now, when he had not done anything that annoyed her. There had been times in the past though when she had wanted Lucius to whip Draco, and he had.

Narcissa reached her hand out, comfortingly, towards Lucius’s arm, but he wrenched himself away violently.

“I saw it happen. Your ridiculous outburst, Narcissa. I was too embarrassed to act. It’s a good thing you didn’t leave Greyback to me. I would not have been able to remedy the situtation, without losing my last shred of pride! This is all turning out to be an embarrassing travesty. When this fucking, wasted crappy celebration is over, you’ll meet with me after. After you’re done whoring with him!”

“Get out of my sight, Narcissa. Tonight, I could not be more ashamed to be your husband.”

She cried in desperation, “I can’t help it, Lucius. It’s not my fault. I’m only doing it to help our son!”

He sneered at this, and then poked his pimp cane at Draco, he beat it against Draco’s leg, which was sticking out as he sat on the stool. “Stop displaying affection for your mother in public, Draco. I’ve told you, this is not how a Malfoy behaves.”

But Draco did not listen, he just bent in closer to his mother, and took another gulp of his wine. His mother was willing to reach out to comfort him, and Draco allowed her an embrace.

Lucius returned to the other end of the counter, several yards away, grabbing another drink from the line of floating, sealed beverages. He sat downing it with a sign of great irritation about him. In the haze of the smoky room, Lucius choked the liquor down. His thoughts over what Voldemort was going to do to his wife.


Note: this is all I can do for now…Next is a little more interaction between some different characters. I will update very soon. I hope you think Lucius, Draco and Narcissa were in character. I found this scene challenging, and probably not exactly where I want it. Malfoy dynamics is not as easy for me to write well, like how easier it is for me to write Voldemort. Yet this scene is important for setting up the ending.