Bring Me Draco

Lucius sat on a bench in the middle of his garden waiting for his mistress. She was still with Blaise waiting for him to wake up. Lucius didn’t see the need for the boy anymore. After all he couldn’t talk; he couldn’t serve as a spy, reading his mind would be too easy. Maybe Lucius could talk his mistress into letting him kill Blaise, to put him out of his misery.

Lucius had a sadistic smile on his beautiful face when his mistress walked up to the bench.

“My beautiful Lucius, what are you thinking?”

“About you, my love. What else would I be thinking?”

“What about me were you thinking about?”

Mistress Padfoot combed her fingers through his long white blond hair and gave a small strong pull. Lucius loved when she got rough. After all, she wasn’t really known for her sensitivity.

Lucius reached up for her hand, and pulled it out of his hair by the wrist, with a slight twist, and a few strands of his silky hair. He then took her wrist, and kissed the underside.

He noticed the slight gasp of breath, then he bit into her wrist.

“Oh, Lucius. You know how to get me burning,” she said, and brought the other wrist up to his mouth.

“My love, I could eat on you all night.”

“Mm hmm. I would let you too.”

Lucius leaned her back to lie on the bench. Kissing her blood red lips, then nibbling down her throat to her collar bone, when they heard a throat clearing.

She could hear the quiet swear that came from Lucius’ lips. His head was rested on her chest with his eyes closed. Not even lifting her head, she said with an annoyed tone, “This better be worth your life, because if the news isn’t worth it, you’re going to die!”

Lucius lifted his head just slightly, and noticed a nervous Fred Weasley. He made a good show of not showing it, but his eyes gave him away.

Lucius smirked, and in a dangerously low voice he asked, “Well, Weasley, what is so bloody important, that it couldn’t wait for a couple of hours?”

Fred cleared his throat again, then spoke clearly, “My Mistress, there is someone here to see you. He says he has news for both of you.”

Lucius and his lover looked at each other with confused looks. Lucius looked back to Fred. “Well, who is it, or are we accepting strangers into the castle now days?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Malfoy. He said his name is Nyx Canace. He said he has information about Voldemort.”

Lucius saw the smile on their Mistress’ face. Evidently she knew who this was, and was happy to hear the news. Lucius looked up to Fred one more time. “It looks like you get to live another day. Tell him she will be there momentarily.”

“Yes sir. My Mistress.” Fred bowed out, then shut the garden doors.

“We will finish this later, my love, I promise. We will meet right back here, and you can finish eating me under the full moon.”

Lucius helped his love up off the bench, and walked with her to the throne room.

As the door opened a Greek version of Tom Riddle turned to face his Mistress.

Nyx bowed, “My Mistress. It has been a long time. Lucius, you look well for a man your age.” Nyx kissed her hand, and shook Lucius’ hand.

“I’m glad to see you look more like your mother, I would hate to kill you by accident because you looked like your father,” Lucius said, while shaking hands.

“It is better to look at you, then my old man,” Nyx said while waiting for the couple to sit down, so he could sit.

“My beautiful Nyx, has your daddy sent you to spy on me?”

“Yes, my Mistress, he has.” He looked at Lucius; here he had a business like expression. “He has sent Draco to the Potter camp. Father knows about the fox tracking Blaise, and he also knows of the offer Potter has made Draco. I’m sorry to say it, but I do not believe Draco will remain faithful to my father.”

Lucius let out a calming breathe, “At least he’s away from Voldemort, and with someone he loves.”

Mistress Padfoot on the other hand was visibly pissed off. “Damn him. I wanted Draco here. Now that fucking slut, that ripped out poor Blaise’s tongue has him.”

Lucius put a hand on one of her pale arms to calm her down. “I’m okay. At least Voldy doesn’t have him, but we would have been stronger with him. Draco was meant to be part of our effort. I had great plans for him.”

“I know love, but as accustomed as you are to getting your way, today is not your day.”

“Lucius if you are trying to cheer me up, you are failing miserably.”

Lucius and his love listened to what Nyx had to say. Mistress Padfoot rang for one of the minor men in her life. She wanted a master suite readied for Nyx. He would be staying for as long as it took for them to think of false information to give to Voldemort.

“How is our poor Blaise by the way? I hear she tore him up good,” Nyx asked. He lifted a cup of tea to his lips, and noticed Mistress Padfoot’s eyes glaze over.

“He will recover. He won’t be able to talk, but he will still have some uses. I will kill that Weasley bitch, or die trying.”

“Is he out of the hospital wing yet? Perhaps I should go see him.”

“He is, but he needs his rest. I don’t want anyone to get him upset,” Mistress Padfoot said, sounding like a doting mother of a spoiled child.

Little did anyone know, Blaise crept out of the castle. He was going to do something special for his Mistress.

Mistress Padfoot retired to her bedroom, leaving Nyx and Lucius to talk in the throne room. The topic wasn’t only Voldemort, but Blaise also.

Lucius poured them both a brandy. “You know I thought of asking if I could put poor Blaise out of his misery.”

Nyx accepted his drink with a nod of his head and a smile. “Somehow after our conversation, I don’t think she would let that happen. He may not have a tongue, but he still has what she can use,” Nyx replied calmly.

“I know. He can throw curses without speaking better than most people, so I guess he has his uses.” Lucius sounded a little sad that he wouldn’t be able to get rid of Blaise.

After an hour of discussing everything Lucius went to join his love, and Nyx went looking for Blaise. Nyx needed some entertainment. When Nyx got to Blaise’s room, Blaise was nowhere to be found, so Nyx decided it was bed time for him also.

Somewhere in the forest surrounding the Potter mansion, a man was waiting to ambush anyone foolish enough to come close to where he was hiding. He hoped it would be Ginny, or the Tigress.



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