This Thing We Had

A/N: there's a flashback in here, and i decided that Luc can't possibly have had the same haircut all his life. so, imagine im with shorter, a bit roccked style, he is a cool guy after all. basically i was thinking a sexier version of James Potters just got shagged look, only blond. all grown up he's still got long hair, though i might change that (evil smilrk). this goes for the current Draco aswell, when he hasn't glued his hair back, like he always does. feel free to ask for details, but leace your e-mail, so i can answer you and not use A/N's for it all. some people get disappointed when they expect a really long chapter, then its all replies. tnx , now, please enjoy:


Memories return

Lucius lay her down in his bed. Somehow he felt that she still belonged there. He made her clothes disappear with a flick of his wand, and dressed her in a loose fitting soft cotton pyjama, just like the ones she used to love, not that she had used them too much in his bed.

He stood leaning against the doorframe for a few minutes watching her sleep, before he decided it was time to go to St. Mungo’s and give the board a telling off for not treating the boys to the best standards possible.

Molly woke up in a bed that was not her own. Her head thumping, dazed and confused she tilted her head to one side, only to get a sunbeam in her still sleepy eyes. The bed was a massive four-poster bed with super soft and silky sheets, and so very soft. Molly wiggled her body down deeper into the covers, taking in the comfortable warmth. She put her head under the big pillow, blocking the sunbeams from stinging her eyes.

Eventually she sighed, stretched and sat upright in the bed. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the details, it felt familiar. Damage control was something she had become very good at with seven children, especially her two eldest and the twins.

Baby blue cotton pyjamas covered her body. It had been her favourite kind all her life, but the scary economy could hardly feed and dress the entire family. It was simply too expensive. ‘Have I died and gone to some sort of deceiving hell?’

In that moment a small uniformed house elf popped into the room with a loud crack.

“Mistress Melanie is awake!” she squeaked, hopping up and down very excited. The moment those words were uttered, another loud crack resented a bigger house elf, male, also uniformed. His face split in a toothy grin.

“We will have to notify Master and young Master.” He said equally excited.

“Would you like anything to eat, Mistress Melanie? A blueberry scone and chocolate milk perhaps?” they said with a hopeful gleam in their eyes.

Molly sat dumbfounded, but managed to nod an acceptance to the two dancing house elves before her bed.


A minute later the first one reappeared at the side of the bed and levitated a tray of freshly made scones and two mugs, one with chocolate milk, and one with regular milk.

“How did you manage to make them so quickly?” Molly asked the house elf, Gabby, her name was.

“They were already finished, Mistress Melanie. A good house elf never forgets something as important as Mistress’ favourite snack, even if it is twenty years between each time served.” She replied with a sad voice.

“Oh no. I didn’t mean to upset you dear.” Molly squeaked at the sight of the near to tears house elf. Gabby looked starteled.

“No, Mistress, you didn’t upset Gabby” she said.

“It is just that it is the dream of all house elves resident to cook and serve two trays of blueberry scones and chocolate milk every day, like before.”

Gabby shifted from one foot to another, trying to decide if she could say this or not.

“Like before the ice lady came. Before Master cried, then never cried again. When not alone, Master is as cold as her.” Gabby said shrugging her tiny shoulders.

The room she was in was familiar to Molly, the scent, colour, the magical signature everywhere, the lack of lamps, it was just white northern-light looking mist floating around, caressing the ceiling. Molly knew, but she needed to hear it.

“Who is ‘Master’, and where am I?”

“Mistress Melanie is at Malfoy Manor, the master bedroom. Master is Lucius Alexander Malfoy. You are in Master’s bedroom because it is the only room warded against Lady Ice.” Gabby stated matter of factly.

“ Lady Ice?”

“Nacrissa Malfoy, soon to be Black once again, if you decide to stay” the tiny house elf added hopefully.

“Is he here?”

“No, Master is at St. Mungo’s. I do not think he is happy with them.”

“Thank you Gabby you can go now.”

‘Luc, how many hours did we spend in this room? Bill was conceived here. Charlie too, three months after Bill was born, a year into my marriage’ she thought, nibbling her scone and sipping her chocolate milk.

She should be more upset, but some how she couldn’t. Being there brought back so many memories, good ones. One in particular dominating her dreams, as she fell asleep, once again. The same one as before, just as wonderful, just as painful, just as desperate.

::FLASHBACK::

‘swosh!!!’

Lucius jumped and fell out of his bed at the sound of his private chamber floo activating.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath as he crawled to his feet, only to fall back down when he saw who had arrived in his bedroom.

Getting g his posture back as quickly as he lost it he put a smirk on his face worthy of his late father.

“Well, welcome to my humble quarters, Mrs Weasley.” he drawled “Luc, don’t please..”

“Don’t you ‘Luc’ me” he spat.

“How long has it been? A year since you married that filth behind my back. Just decided you’d drop by to tell me that you’re happy, eh?”


Seeing her tear streaked cheeks and puffy eyes he paused.

“What? Doesn’t the carrot-head keep you busy, or is the screaming baby keeping you up?” sarcasm dripping.

He was angry, hurt. He was scared. He knew he should have gotten over her; he was a married man too now. Still, all he wanted to do was to cradle the crying girl in his arms.

“Luc, I- I’m sor..”

“No, not a word. Not a word Mel, I don’t want to hear it.” he sighed heavily.

“Come here.” He reached for her. Molly ran into his arms hugging him tightly. Lucius almost lost his breath at the impact, but hugged her back just as tight.

“Why are you here Mel?”

“I couldn’t take it. I missed you so much.” She buried her face in the nape of his neck. Lucius almost lost his calm when he felt her warm hitched breath and her tears against his skin.

“I need you Luc, now…” she whispered.

“Mel, I can’t. I’m married to Nacrissa. I-“

“Do you love her?” Molly said looking into his stormy grey eyes.

“Mel, I- I…..oh, to the blazes with her”

Lucius lost his resolve. He lashed his lips to hers and lifted her legs to fit snugly around his waist. His hands roamed under her shirt; warm hands running along her back, caressing every outline.

Molly pressed closer, arching into the touch, leaving a trail of wet sloppy kisses along his jaw and collarbone, nibbling, and scraping with her teeth.

Lucius lowered her down onto his satin clad bed. He slid down, kissing and biting gently, soothing each bite with another warm kiss.

He knew her body like his own, and she knew his. Molly crossed her ankles behind his back and pressed his erection against her thighs. Lucius hitched his breath. He pressed a knee between her legs to separate them, not that she needed much encouragement.

They could feel each other’s heat through the thick fabric of their clothes. They had enough of the bothersome cloths and spelled them off with an impulsive surge of wand less magic.

Lucius stroked her wet swollen folds and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced slowly, sensually, nibbling each other’s lips. When they broke the kiss reluctantly their lungs gasped for air.

Molly arched into his touch begging for more, her nails leaving red marks on his back and shoulders.

“Luc, don’t do this.” She pleaded. “I need you in me. Now”

Lucius complied and settled himself at her entrance, gently pulling a pillow to lie underneath her hips. Slowly he thrust into her.

Molly closed her eyes and moaned.

“Luc, please, please, please, please.”

He smirked at her begging. How he loved to have her withering below him. He shifted his weight and impaled her, sinking deep. Violently crashing with the sealed doors of her womb.

Her body jerked at the impact they made. Electric shocks flashing through her nerve system. Sharp tinglings rushed through them at every thrust. They met each other’s hips hard, so hard it would leave bruises on their hipbones in the morning.

Lucius shifted his weight again, onto his elbows at each side of molly’s head, and he thrust harder, aiming every long, confident, needy and loving stroke, to both her sweet spots, gazing them both at every impalement.

He felt the heat pool; he slowed down, deepening his moves. Lucius revelled in her heat. The way she moved against him. It drove him to the brink of madness.

It hit them like a flood. Molly clung to him, pressing their sweat soaked skin against one another. Lucius had spots dancing in front of his eyes as she came, her slick walls contracting powerfully around him. he came violently, shudders ripping through him.

When his vision stopped spinning, he sat up, Molly’s legs still entwined around his hips. He heard a not-so-happy moan from his love, at the loss of his warmth. He pulled her up, so that she was straddling his lap. Still deep in her, still hard he bit his lip at the friction.

They rocked gently, riding through their post climax. His arms around her waist, hers around his neck with her hands in his messy wild hair, holding tightly, never wanting to let go.

Their hearts beat steady and hard. Heat gathering where their connection lay. The soles of their feet and the centre of their palm burning.

Again they came together. Lucius bit down at the nape of her neck, drawing blood. Molly buried her nails in his skin, red drops slithering down his back, her blood ran along hers.

They lay together, fast asleep, holding each other, spooning, draped in dark satin sheets, still connected.


::END FLASHBACK::



At St. Mungo’s Lucius met with the board as planned. He sat in his chair at the head of the table in the meeting room, watching as one healer after another entered, all of them very pale and nervous. He smirked, knowing he had that effect on people. The Malfoy family provided a quarter of the hospitals budget, anything Lucius Malfoy wanted, he got.

His eyes narrowed at the thought of Bill and Charlie, he still didn’t know if they were his, and he wouldn’t not do a fathering-test without Melanies permission. Even if they weren’t his, they were still hers, and he loved her.

“My dear witches and wizards, would anyone like to tell me about the Weasley boys? Why are they not up and running around causing trouble like they should, hm?”

He said his line in a silky smooth voice, sending shivers down everyone’s spines. Lucius raised an eyebrow, waiting for a reply.

No one dared even as much raised their gaze from the table. A scary man he was indeed.

One hour later Lucius emerged from the meeting room, bumping into his son.

“Draco, I thought you had gone home?”

“I did dad, but I came to tell you that she’s woken up. Mum dropped by too. She started hexing the house elves because they were ‘too happy’, didn’t tell her why though. The Dark Lord nearly hexed her, because she was so bloody loud” Draco snickered.

Lucius chuckled in amusement.

“Well, it still is a good day then” he headed towards the apparation point, but was stopped by Draco’s voice.

“Dad, are Bill and Charlie my brothers?”

“I don’t know Draco.” Lucius replied honestly.

“Have you seen them yet?”

“No”

“You’d know if you saw them. They look just like you, apart from the hair. Never seen anyone with redder hair, just like their mom.”

Lucius’ stomach made nervous twitches as he turned to Draco.

“Where is their room?”

“C’mon dad, I’ll show you”

……………………………………………….
A/N: yees. i managed to post this off before i leave. i'll try to have another chapter ready for when i come back, but, i am actually writing three stories at the same time so don't kill me if i don't. wish me luck and pray i dont break my wrists snowboarding in the alpes..

please review. i get this happy fussyy feeling in my gut when i see that my beloved readers take a minute of their time to let me know i'm doing good (or not). happy winter holidays everyone.