Draco Malfoy The Disinherited and Very Complicated
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Chapter One: Icons of self indulgence
Draco Malfoy The Disinherited and Very Complicated
AN: This story came out of some rampant idea that emerged while I was listening to Together Again by Evanescence. It's not a songfic but it will have song lyrics in it. Review kindly even if it's not so kind
Chapter One: Icons of self indulgence
Perfect by nature
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have you no shame don't you see me
You know you've got everybody fooled
He hated them all of them living their lush and filthy rich lifestyles.
Fucking Deatheaters Dirty Fucking Deatheaters Bloody Fucking Deatheaters
He looked around the table and saw nothing to be proud of. The shitty pureblood purists were the biggest bunch of lifeless soulless inbred inept fuckers he'd ever laid eyes on. And he'd hate to admit he was related to most of them. Pureblood he laughed at the idea they didn't have many children between them all. No the good bit of reproduction went to the Weasleys and the multitudes of halfbloods and muggleborns. Shit all of in us one way or another are related to a Weasley or Potter in some way that we wish to forget.
They all looked at Voldermort as though he were some fucking god when he was simply the wizarding world's Hitler. They believed in some grand delusion he brought fourth from his own hatred and his ancestor's in a pure world yet they hide behind masks hexing and killing.
Deatheater parties were nothing more than fuckfests with loads of torturing and death. He could never stand the stench it was something you couldn't forget. Muggle and muggleborn women force fucked by any means and stabbed or cuccioed until they begged for death. Dear old Aunt Bellatrix....She's been fucked so many times by so many men her hole have to be spelled tight and closed. She's had so many cocks rammed up her ass and in her cunt it's a great wonder how come she doesn't have at least on bastard in Slytherin along with me. Yet the cock she craves most has been denied. No wonder she's fucked and sucked nearly every wizard and witch in this room. Save my mother, myself and Voldermort.
He found himself wanting to vomit as he saw two wizards crammed in her cunt and one in her ass with another pumping him in the ass. She looked over to him and causally flicked her tongue out of her mouth at him. Yes she wanted her nephew the young Slytherin sex god.
The only bright and shiny thing in this room and his life was his mother. Who for the life of her did her best with him as best she could to protect him from this world. She took beatings at the cruel hands and cock of his father cursing her for the traitorous Black family blood that flood through his veins. She wanted no part of this world nor did she belong to it. He could see her silently weeping for the pregnant muggle woman that Lucius was having. The silencing charm made the scene even more heartbreaking for him and his mother.
Memories are sometimes very painful things. The muggle woman cried on and on then she looked as though she screamed bloody pink fluid rushing all down Lucius's thighs. Of course it made no difference to Lucius he'd fuck her hard until the infant pushed him out he'd done it several times before. She screamed and pushed against Lucius again the child was coming it would have hit the floor were it not for his mother. Lucius paid no mind to this as he jerked off squirting his cum in the face of his wife and bastard blood covered child. Narcissa used her dress to clean the baby it was a girl she had longed for a girl she had longed for another child. If she wanted this child she would be punished for her more severely than she had been with Draco.
She looked to her son but he was lost elsewhere the muggle woman he felt he'd she reminded him of someone. Dark brown bushy like waves big amber eyes he felt the sick rise in his throat as he ran away praying his mother was behind him clutching the child. His father was one sick fucker if there had been any sicker he had cast a glamour charm on the muggle woman to make her look like the one woman he had ever wanted in his young life.
Granger
Hermione Granger
Her prayed to whatever god out there watching over Harry Potter to keep Hermione safe from his deranged father because he had his eyes set on her and she would need his help to keep her safe.
Draco Malfoy was going to make a big fucking change.
AN: This story came out of some rampant idea that emerged while I was listening to Together Again by Evanescence. It's not a songfic but it will have song lyrics in it. Review kindly even if it's not so kind
Chapter One: Icons of self indulgence
Perfect by nature
Icons of self indulgence
Just what we all need
More lies about a world that
Never was and never will be
Have you no shame don't you see me
You know you've got everybody fooled
He hated them all of them living their lush and filthy rich lifestyles.
Fucking Deatheaters Dirty Fucking Deatheaters Bloody Fucking Deatheaters
He looked around the table and saw nothing to be proud of. The shitty pureblood purists were the biggest bunch of lifeless soulless inbred inept fuckers he'd ever laid eyes on. And he'd hate to admit he was related to most of them. Pureblood he laughed at the idea they didn't have many children between them all. No the good bit of reproduction went to the Weasleys and the multitudes of halfbloods and muggleborns. Shit all of in us one way or another are related to a Weasley or Potter in some way that we wish to forget.
They all looked at Voldermort as though he were some fucking god when he was simply the wizarding world's Hitler. They believed in some grand delusion he brought fourth from his own hatred and his ancestor's in a pure world yet they hide behind masks hexing and killing.
Deatheater parties were nothing more than fuckfests with loads of torturing and death. He could never stand the stench it was something you couldn't forget. Muggle and muggleborn women force fucked by any means and stabbed or cuccioed until they begged for death. Dear old Aunt Bellatrix....She's been fucked so many times by so many men her hole have to be spelled tight and closed. She's had so many cocks rammed up her ass and in her cunt it's a great wonder how come she doesn't have at least on bastard in Slytherin along with me. Yet the cock she craves most has been denied. No wonder she's fucked and sucked nearly every wizard and witch in this room. Save my mother, myself and Voldermort.
He found himself wanting to vomit as he saw two wizards crammed in her cunt and one in her ass with another pumping him in the ass. She looked over to him and causally flicked her tongue out of her mouth at him. Yes she wanted her nephew the young Slytherin sex god.
The only bright and shiny thing in this room and his life was his mother. Who for the life of her did her best with him as best she could to protect him from this world. She took beatings at the cruel hands and cock of his father cursing her for the traitorous Black family blood that flood through his veins. She wanted no part of this world nor did she belong to it. He could see her silently weeping for the pregnant muggle woman that Lucius was having. The silencing charm made the scene even more heartbreaking for him and his mother.
Memories are sometimes very painful things. The muggle woman cried on and on then she looked as though she screamed bloody pink fluid rushing all down Lucius's thighs. Of course it made no difference to Lucius he'd fuck her hard until the infant pushed him out he'd done it several times before. She screamed and pushed against Lucius again the child was coming it would have hit the floor were it not for his mother. Lucius paid no mind to this as he jerked off squirting his cum in the face of his wife and bastard blood covered child. Narcissa used her dress to clean the baby it was a girl she had longed for a girl she had longed for another child. If she wanted this child she would be punished for her more severely than she had been with Draco.
She looked to her son but he was lost elsewhere the muggle woman he felt he'd she reminded him of someone. Dark brown bushy like waves big amber eyes he felt the sick rise in his throat as he ran away praying his mother was behind him clutching the child. His father was one sick fucker if there had been any sicker he had cast a glamour charm on the muggle woman to make her look like the one woman he had ever wanted in his young life.
Granger
Hermione Granger
Her prayed to whatever god out there watching over Harry Potter to keep Hermione safe from his deranged father because he had his eyes set on her and she would need his help to keep her safe.
Draco Malfoy was going to make a big fucking change.