The Secret of the Malfoy Name
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
30
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22,778
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77
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Chapter VIII: Madman
Chapter VIII: Madman
07/15/96
Three people from the Ministry had gone to the Manor already looking for Lucius. He had put up tons of spells to cover the door to Hera’s room, where they both hid from the world. Draco and Narcissa had showed them around the house, trying to make them think they hadn’t seen Lucius since he had been imprisoned, and they had only found out about his escape when it came out in The Daily Prophet.
Lucius had begged for Hera to tell him more about the prediction, but she hadn’t spoken to him at all. Draco tried to be with her all the time in case his father tried to torture the information out of her, but he was trying to figure out who would murder his father as well.
When the Ministry officers left the Manor that night, Lucius gave up and left Hera’s bedroom. He had too many things in his head he needed to stop thinking about. The consequences of his escape, the Dark Lord, getting killed… it was too much for him. He had to stop thinking, and he only knew one way to do so. Narcissa was getting ready for bed when Lucius opened the door to the master bedroom. He sneaked from behind her and slid a hand around her waist.
‘It’s been too damn long’, he whispered in her neck.
Narcissa didn’t move, but he could feel her lips stretch into a wicked smile. His bony fingers trailed around her flat stomach and played with the waistband of her underwear while he kissed her shoulders softly. She gasped to the feel of his arousal against her buttocks and tilted her head backwards, giving Lucius a whole lot of space to work his tongue around. She turned around and pushed him onto the bed passionately, sitting on his lap and teasing him with her hands and nails. Lucius had always liked it when she played rough, but this time, it scared him.
‘Stop it!’, he yelled.
‘Excuse me?!’
‘You heard me… I know what’s going inside that pretty little head of yours! You want me dead, don’t you?!’, he asked pushing her off him and getting away from the bed.
‘What are you talking about, Lucius?’
‘Hera’s prediction was about you! Now get away from me!’
‘Are you out of your mind?!’, Narcissa screamed. ‘How can you even think I’d want to kill you?’
‘You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m under a lot of stress lately and…’
‘I don’t care! Get out of this room and don’t you dare come back tonight’, she yelled throwing a pillow at him.
Lucius looked at his wife and decided it would be wiser to leave her alone until the effects of mistaking her seduction with an attempt of murder wore off. He went to one of the guest rooms and threw himself on the bed in a very uncharacteristic way for a Malfoy to irremediably think some more.
His family wasn’t really that cold-blooded to murder him, were they? Narcissa could be very vicious, but she didn’t have the guts to kill anyone. That was why she, unlike Lucius, wasn’t a Death Eater, even though she was in favour of his Lord. Draco, no matter how much he told himself he was his spitting image both in and outside, had proven to be too soft to even carry the Malfoy name. Nonetheless, if his sister was in the way, he would defend her fiercely. And Hera… Lucius knew nothing about the girl. She had appeared to be extremely brave and she certainly had motives to get pleasure at the sight of her father’s blood running. But his family was perhaps too obvious. There were so many people out there he wasn’t thinking about… but who?
With a loud PLOP, Tilly appeared near the bed.
‘Tilly! You’ve startled me!’, Lucius complained.
‘Tilly is sorry, Master! Tilly was just bringing Master some hot milk to help Master sleep’, she cried.
Lucius took the glass hesitatingly and sniffed the milk as though looking for poison.
‘Tilly? Would you murder your Master?’, he asked softly.
‘No! Tilly did not intent to scare Master to death! Tilly was just worried, but now Tilly is worried and sorry!’, she cried even harder, hitting her head against the wall.
‘No, Tilly. I asked if you would try to kill me.’
‘Oh no, Master! Tilly would never do anything to hurt Master, unless Master himself asked Tilly to do so. Does Master want Tilly to do so?’, she asked with her big green eyes wide open.
‘No, Tilly. Master is just a bit paranoid…’, he said to himself. ‘You may go now.’
07/15/96
Three people from the Ministry had gone to the Manor already looking for Lucius. He had put up tons of spells to cover the door to Hera’s room, where they both hid from the world. Draco and Narcissa had showed them around the house, trying to make them think they hadn’t seen Lucius since he had been imprisoned, and they had only found out about his escape when it came out in The Daily Prophet.
Lucius had begged for Hera to tell him more about the prediction, but she hadn’t spoken to him at all. Draco tried to be with her all the time in case his father tried to torture the information out of her, but he was trying to figure out who would murder his father as well.
When the Ministry officers left the Manor that night, Lucius gave up and left Hera’s bedroom. He had too many things in his head he needed to stop thinking about. The consequences of his escape, the Dark Lord, getting killed… it was too much for him. He had to stop thinking, and he only knew one way to do so. Narcissa was getting ready for bed when Lucius opened the door to the master bedroom. He sneaked from behind her and slid a hand around her waist.
‘It’s been too damn long’, he whispered in her neck.
Narcissa didn’t move, but he could feel her lips stretch into a wicked smile. His bony fingers trailed around her flat stomach and played with the waistband of her underwear while he kissed her shoulders softly. She gasped to the feel of his arousal against her buttocks and tilted her head backwards, giving Lucius a whole lot of space to work his tongue around. She turned around and pushed him onto the bed passionately, sitting on his lap and teasing him with her hands and nails. Lucius had always liked it when she played rough, but this time, it scared him.
‘Stop it!’, he yelled.
‘Excuse me?!’
‘You heard me… I know what’s going inside that pretty little head of yours! You want me dead, don’t you?!’, he asked pushing her off him and getting away from the bed.
‘What are you talking about, Lucius?’
‘Hera’s prediction was about you! Now get away from me!’
‘Are you out of your mind?!’, Narcissa screamed. ‘How can you even think I’d want to kill you?’
‘You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m under a lot of stress lately and…’
‘I don’t care! Get out of this room and don’t you dare come back tonight’, she yelled throwing a pillow at him.
Lucius looked at his wife and decided it would be wiser to leave her alone until the effects of mistaking her seduction with an attempt of murder wore off. He went to one of the guest rooms and threw himself on the bed in a very uncharacteristic way for a Malfoy to irremediably think some more.
His family wasn’t really that cold-blooded to murder him, were they? Narcissa could be very vicious, but she didn’t have the guts to kill anyone. That was why she, unlike Lucius, wasn’t a Death Eater, even though she was in favour of his Lord. Draco, no matter how much he told himself he was his spitting image both in and outside, had proven to be too soft to even carry the Malfoy name. Nonetheless, if his sister was in the way, he would defend her fiercely. And Hera… Lucius knew nothing about the girl. She had appeared to be extremely brave and she certainly had motives to get pleasure at the sight of her father’s blood running. But his family was perhaps too obvious. There were so many people out there he wasn’t thinking about… but who?
With a loud PLOP, Tilly appeared near the bed.
‘Tilly! You’ve startled me!’, Lucius complained.
‘Tilly is sorry, Master! Tilly was just bringing Master some hot milk to help Master sleep’, she cried.
Lucius took the glass hesitatingly and sniffed the milk as though looking for poison.
‘Tilly? Would you murder your Master?’, he asked softly.
‘No! Tilly did not intent to scare Master to death! Tilly was just worried, but now Tilly is worried and sorry!’, she cried even harder, hitting her head against the wall.
‘No, Tilly. I asked if you would try to kill me.’
‘Oh no, Master! Tilly would never do anything to hurt Master, unless Master himself asked Tilly to do so. Does Master want Tilly to do so?’, she asked with her big green eyes wide open.
‘No, Tilly. Master is just a bit paranoid…’, he said to himself. ‘You may go now.’