Times Like These Can Save a Marriage, or Break It
Title:Times like these can save a marriage... or break it.
Author/Artist:melfinatheblue
Pairing:past Lucius/Narcissa, Draco/Pansy, Lucius/Draco/Pansy, Narcissa/Blaise,
Rating:nc-17
Warnings:angst, self-medication via alcohol, malfoycest, threesome, het, slash
Prompt: (if applicable)31. Lucius is devastated when Narcissa divorces him for a younger man.
Summary: When Narcissa leaves, Lucius is devastated. Draco comes up with a novel way to give him his confidence back.
Notes:Happy b-day fbowden! Also, many thanks to zephre. Story written for International Malfoycest Day over on IJ. Comm is here.
Word Count:3390
"This is all your fault! Where were you when I needed you? Hiding, that's where! You failed miserably! You couldn't keep either one of us safe, and if it hadn't been for me, our son would be dead! You don't get to judge, Lucius Malfoy! You're a worthless piece of trash, and the only good thing you ever did was sire a son!"
"'Cissa, please."
She hit him, hard. He was surprised at the amount of anger she had. He couldn't feel any anger, not anymore. He was tired, just so tired.
"You don't get to do anything, you bloody useless impotent freak! At least I feel like a woman with Blaise, at least he's capable!"
Lucius walked out of the room. He couldn't deal with this anymore. He heard the sound of pottery crashing against the door. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He walked to his study and sat down behind his desk. The room was a mess, bookshelves half-destroyed, books all over the floor, furniture slashed open. The Aurors had been very thorough in their search and found absolutely nothing. He put his head in his hands. Nothing mattered anymore, his life had fallen apart and everyone he cared about was leaving or had died. No doubt Draco would be next. He'd follow his mother like a gosling and he'd be all alone. Maybe he deserved to be alone, maybe he deserved all this. He'd failed so completely to keep them safe. He put his head down on his desk. He just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up. What was the point of living now?
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Draco snuck through the Manor. He'd heard his mother yelling, and had no intention of running into her. Honestly, she'd been in such a mood of late. Everything had worked out, well, mostly, anyway. They'd all survived, they still had the Manor, and best of all, the Dark Lord wasn't around anymore. He was almost tempted to whistle. He'd never thought he'd ever be free, and now he was. The world was his oyster, to remake as he saw fit. So, granted, there were a few warts, but he'd work them out. He was a Malfoy, after all, and Malfoys, like cats, always land on their feet.
"Draco! DRACO!"
Oh, joy. Mother wanted him for something. Well, hopefully she'd gotten the yelling out of her system. He sauntered towards the sound of her voice. Probably wanted his opinion on a dress or to give him more advice on women. He hadn't quite managed to get up the courage to tell either of his parents he preferred men yet. He turned into his parents bedroom, and stopped short. The room was a disaster, clothes and trunks strewn everywhere.
"Mother?"
Narcissa stuck her head out of her dressing room.
"Oh, there you are, Draco. Be a dear and help me pack, will you?"
"Where are you going?"
Narcissa sighed heavily, and walked over to Draco, taking his hands in hers.
"Well, sweetheart, I'm leaving."
Draco was rather confused.
"Leaving? Why? Where? What?"
"Draco, your father and I can't be in the same house anymore, even a house as large as the Manor. Ever since he got back from Azkaban, he and I have been married in name only. We both love you very much, but we're not a couple anymore, and it's time we both faced up to that."
"I see. And how does father feel about this?"
"He agrees with me."
"He agrees with you, or he's tired and knows he won't win so he's not bothering?"
"He agrees. So, I'm packing to move out."
"Mother, why?"
"I just told you, dear."
"Do you honestly think he's stopped loving you?"
Narcissa looked down at her hands for a moment.
"Love isn't enough, dear, not anymore. He's not the man I married, not my Lucius."
"What? This is insane. He's gotten his arse kicked for the past two years, and now you're leaving him because 'he's not the man you married'? That's a bloody piece of shit, and you know it!"
"Language, Draco."
"Oh. please. I'm not helping you pack, I'm not helping you move. This entire thing is folly, sheer folly. You're abandoning him because you don't want to deal anymore."
Draco spun on his heel and stalked out of the room before he said something really nasty. He couldn't believe his mother was doing this, abandoning them like that. She'd kept them together all through the bad times and now that things were good, she was leaving? It made no sense. Obviously he needed a drink, or two, and maybe a shag. A shag would certainly put him in a better mood. Good thing he was meeting Blaise for drinks tonight.
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Draco had already ordered his drink by the time Blaise got there. He was staring morosely into it, ignoring the cacophony all around him. Blaise sat down next to him.
"Everything alright, Draco?"
"My mother's leaving my father."
"She is? Now? We talked about in a few... Fuck."
Draco was now staring at Blaise and doing his best imitation of "Lucius Malfoy: dark, powerful, and really angry wizard." He'd gotten better at it since school. His voice was cold and angry, promising dark tortures the likes of which had never been seen before as he spoke.
"Blaise, why was my mother discussing this with you? The truth, now!"
"Well, you see, Draco, your mother's really hot..."
Draco had turned crimson. He stood up, and punched Blaise as hard as he could in the nose. Blaise put his hands up to defend himself and continued talking, though now he sounded like he had a bad cold.
"Last year we kinda fell into bed together..."
Draco punched him again, this time in the jaw. Blaise ducked below the table.
"And I really care for her and um, please don't kill me?"
Draco tipped the table over on its side and started to kick Blaise as hard as he could. Other patrons in the pub rushed over to egg on, help, or stop the beating. Two men grabbed Draco and pulled him away from Blaise, so he started yelling instead.
"ZABINI, TOUCH MY MOTHER AGAIN AND NOT ONLY WILL I MAKE SURE YOU WISHED YOU NEVER HAD BEEN BORN, I'LL MAKE SURE YOUR MOTHER'S WISHING THE SAME THING!"
Blaise had curled up in a little ball and was whimpering. Draco pulled himself away from the men, straightened his robes, and employed Slytherin Exit Eleven: stalking out with your head held high and your robes swishing. The swish was key, really. Without the swish it was just stalking out.
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Four months later
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Pansy stared at Draco over their food. She fingered the envelope Blaise had given her. She had promised him she would give it to Draco. She sighed and handed it over. Draco tore it open and read the invitation inside. He then threw it down.
"Zabini's cracked if he thinks I'm coming to his wedding."
"Draco, your mother would like you to come to her wedding."
"My mother betrayed me and my father. She can rot in hell for all I care. Tell her to bugger off and I hope she's miserable."
"Draco, you don't mean that. She's your mother."
"You haven't seen what this has done to father. He's a shell of himself, and she did that. She destroyed a proud, confident man, and then left."
"Um, does he know? About the wedding, I mean?"
"No, he does not, and I'm doing my best to keep it that way."
"So I should probably tell you that the announcement's supposed to appear this afternoon?"
"What? Bugger, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later, Pans."
Draco threw down some cash and ran out of the restaurant to the nearest Apparation point. If he was lucky, father hadn't read the prophet this morning. Of course, he knew he was never that lucky.
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He made it to the Manor in record time, and sprinted through the hallways. He knew father hadn't taken mother's betrayal particularly well, and he was terrified that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back. He didn't want to lose his father, not after they'd come through so much. He burst into his father's study, and froze. Lucius was slumped in his chair. A snifter had fallen from his limp hand, and he looked dead. Draco ran over to him.
"Fuck! You do NOT get to do this, father! You hear me, you do NOT!"
He shook Lucius vigorously, and heard a groan. He was just pissed. Really really pissed. Possibly about to die of alcohol poisoning pissed. Right, first a really strong sobering spell, then a cold shower, then, well, he wasn't sure what to do after that. But there was a plan.
"Sobrius!"
Alright, that helped, somewhat. But not enough. Maybe the toxin-removal spell as well? Couldn't hurt.
"Contratoxeo!"
Lucius' eyes were now open and he was looking at Draco. He still seemed a bit bleary, but was clearly far less pissed.
"Alright. You're getting a cold shower, and then we're going to have a very long talk."
Lucius groaned and leaned against Draco.
"And if you throw up on me, I am going to be VERY unhappy."
He helped Lucius to his feet, and grabbed one of his arms. Lucius was having a great deal of difficulty balancing. They staggered out of the room and down the hallway to the closest bathroom. Draco leaned Lucius against the wall and opened the door into ... his father's bathroom. The manor was trying to be helpful by moving rooms again.
"Bathroom's upstairs?"
"Father, the Manor's moving rooms again. Have you done a stabilizing spell recently?"
"Wha?"
Lucius was still too drunk to be much help. Draco rolled his eyes and helped his father into the bathtub.
"Clothes?"
"Yes, father, I know you're still dressed."
"No bath while dressed."
Lucius started to fumble with the fastenings of his clothing. Draco leaned down and pushed his hands away,
"Here, let me do that."
It didn't take long to get Lucius undressed, though it probably would have been faster if he didn't keep trying to help. Draco stepped back out of the tub and looked at his father critically. Yes, he'd let himself go a bit, developed a slight paunch, but a few weeks of exercise and he'd be beating both sexes off with a stick, just like he used to. Honestly, he just needed to get his confidence back. He was still a very attractive man. Extremely attractive, actually, when not horribly pissed. He was a bit surprised to realize that he was attracted to Lucius, or at least his cock was.
"Draco?"
"Yes, father, I'm right here."
"Draco's gonna leave. They all leave."
"Father, I am right here. I'm not leaving."
"Gonna leave. Be all alone."
"LUCIUS SULLA MALFOY!"
Lucius looked at Draco, puzzled.
"Good, that got your attention. I am not leaving. Full stop. Got it?"
Lucius nodded. Draco turned on the cold water, and he sputtered and tried to get out of the tub. Draco pushed him back in.
"You stay and sober up."
Lucius tried to push Draco off of him, and failed. So, in a stunning moment of alcohol-fueled semi-logic, he pulled Draco into the tub with him.
"Bloody hell!"
The water was freezing. Father had him in a death-grip and his clothes were soaked. He was so cold he hurt. He quickly cast a warming charm on the water, and father loosened his hold.
"Father, did you have to do that?"
"Yes. Cold."
"Sobrius!"
Lucius blinked and managed to focus his eyes.
"Are you sober yet or do I need to do that again?"
"Draco, why are you in a bath with me?"
"Oh, good. You're sober enough for me to yell at you."
"What?"
"Shut UP! You could have died, you stupid fool! I know losing mother and Severus both in such a short time has to hurt, but you are going to stop wallowing in your grief and go out there and fuck someone's brains out! What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Malfoys don't do this! Malfoys don't try to drink themselves to death after their spouse leaves, they go find someone younger and better-looking! Get a grip, father!"
Draco paused to take a breath. His face was bright red from shouting. Lucius decided it was a good moment to get a word in edge-wise.
"Draco, you don't understand..."
"YOU COULD HAVE DIED! And what do you think that would do to me, you selfish foolish arrogant bastard!"
"Draco...."
"What, you think no one will ever love you, or could ever possibly attracted to you? Well, I've got news for you, father. I love you and I'm attracted to you, and god help you, if you die on me I will bring you back as a ghost just so I can yell at you!"
Draco paused as he realized what had just come out of his mouth. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. He turned around and kissed his father. Lucius froze and then pushed Draco away.
"Draco, this is not necessary."
"You know what, obviously it is." Draco grabbed his father's hand and put it against the tent in the front of his trousers. "See, I find you desirable. I'm not lying in an attempt to boost your self-confidence, I really do find you attractive."
Lucius sighed.
"Draco, that's not the problem. I'm impotent. That's why your mother left."
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Prove it, father."
"What? You think I'd lie about something like that?"
"No, I think you think that. But I also think that what you think isn't always correct. So I want a go. If I can't get it going, then I want Pans to try. Only then will I believe that you're impotent."
"And you're not going to drop this till I say yes?"
"Right. So, finish your bath, take a nap, and tonight I will prove to you that it's still functional."
Lucius rolled his eyes but nodded his agreement. Draco climbed out of the tub, completely soaked.
"And you owe me a new suit."
"Fine."
"And no more alcohol!"
"Fine. I just want to go to bed anyway."
"Good. Have a nice nap."
Draco sauntered out of the room, and discovered he was on the second floor, two doors down from his own room. Father really needed to do a stabilizing charm soon. And he needed to talk to Pansy. Before she found out he'd promised her to father. That might not go over so well. He'd change and go see her. Yes, that would work.
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"Draco, why are you here?"
Draco looked around at Pansy's fashionable flat. She had a nice view of Muggle London and odd furniture.
"Draco?"
"Sorry, Pans. Um, well, I felt I was beastly earlier and wanted to apologize. See, I even brought flowers."
"Draco, what did you do?"
Draco put his head in his hands. Pansy sat besides him and stroked his hair.
"I'm really sorry, Pans. I got caught up in the moment and he almost died and I just wanted to prove to him that he wasn't right."
"Is your father okay?"
"He's sleeping now. He almost drank himself to death, and I just want to give him back some of what Mother took. Pans, you swear you'll never repeat this to anyone?"
"Draco, I swear. Now talk."
"He thinks he's impotent. And I know he's not, and I wanted to prove him wrong, and I kinda might have promised him you."
"WHAT?" Pansy smacked Draco, hard.
"Ow. You didn't need to hit me."
"You told your father I'd sleep with him? And I DON'T NEED TO HIT YOU?!?"
"Pans, I'm sorry. I really am. It just kinda slipped out. If it makes you feel any better, I go first."
"What?"
"I try first. And then you go."
"Wait, so there might be Malfoy-on-Malfoy action? Would he do the sexy commanding voice?"
"Pans, what?"
"Well, you're both hot. And he has a great voice. And I've always wanted to watch two men together."
"Oh my god."
"What? I'm not allowed to fantasize?"
"No, it just never occurred to me that father might be involved in your fantasies."
"Well, he is, and I'll cooperate on two conditions. One, I get to watch, every time. Two, you go down on me at least once every three days, and none of that whining about your jaw."
"Fine. Be at the Manor at seven."
"Oh, and Draco, if you ever promise me to someone else without my prior knowledge and consent again, I will serve your cock to you on a silver platter and make a lovely doily out of your balls. We clear?"
"Yes, Pans."
"Good."
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Draco had done a good bit of planning for tonight. They were having dinner in a guest bedroom rather than the master suite, and he'd picked out Lucius' clothing beforehand. Everything was set, and hopefully it would be a successful evening. He knocked at his father's door.
"Come in."
Draco opened the door and stuck his head in. Lucius was sitting in a chair, reading a book. He'd obviously taken some care with his appearance. His now-white hair was neatly brushed and pulled back, his cuff-links matched, and his ascot was straight for the first time in several months. He placed the book to the side and stood up.
"Well, Draco, do I pass inspection?"
Draco nodded approvingly.
"You look good."
"So what's the plan for tonight?"
"Well, dinner in a bedroom, and then other activities."
"I'm still not sure about this."
"What? The idea of a beautiful woman watching you have sex doesn't turn you on?"
"Draco, intellectually it is extremely appealing. However the reality..."
"Father, relax. Everything will work out, I promise."
Draco patted his father on the back.
"Now come on, Pansy should be arriving shortly. And don't fret, and most especially, don't have more than a glass of wine. You'll be fine."
Draco led Lucius out of his bedroom and down the hall to the burgundy bedroom. He'd picked the color specially. Mother hated the color, so father wouldn't associate it with her, and it looked really good on Pans. He'd also spiked the wine with a relaxing potion. Nothing strong, but it might help. Pans had been forewarned about the wine, and was already in the room. Everything was ready, and father was going to come tonight. Repeatedly, if he had anything to say about it.
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After dinner
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Pansy leaned against the head of the bed, Lucius' head in her lap. His eyes were closed, and she was stroking his hair. He was lying down on the bed, naked, and Draco was slowly licking whipped cream off his cock. Pansy watched the scene intently, and then picked up the cream from the bedside table.
"Draco, I think you missed a spot."
Draco looked up at her and she dropped a spoonful of cream onto each of Lucius' nipples. He gasped. Draco smirked.
"Pans, why don't you get that, and I'll deal with this?"
Pansy shifted around until she was able to get to his chest and slowly licked the cream off first the left and then the right nipple. Lucius moaned, so she dribbled more cream on.
"Sensitive nipples?"
"Merlin, yes, oh."
Draco smirked and pointed at Lucius' cock, then at his nipples, then at Pansy. She nodded. He counted down with his hand, and on one, Pansy wrapped her mouth around one nipple, her fingers around the other, and Draco swallowed his father's cock.
"OH FUCKING GOD!"
Draco smirked around the cock in his mouth. Pansy leaned up and kissed Lucius. He grabbed one of her breasts, and gently started teasing a nipple. She sighed as she felt his other hand slowly wandering southwards. Draco was slurping rather loudly, obviously enjoying himself. She broke off the kiss and looked for Draco's cock to give it some attention. Unfortunately, it was near the foot of the bed. She leaned over to Lucius and whispered in his ear.
"You know, I bet Draco's cock and arse are both terribly lonely down there. Don't you think you should give them some attention?"
Lucius nodded, and pulled Draco off of him. His cock was obviously functioning quite well.
"You've proven your point."
Draco smirked.
"No, no I really haven't. Now, stay still."
Draco moved up the bed, and knelt over his father. He smiled and slowly slid onto Lucius' cock.
"Fuck!"
Draco threw his head back. Lucius took a deep breath. His voice was surprisingly controlled as he spoke...
"Miss Parkinson, if you would be so kind as to come here, I'll happily take care of you."
Pansy carefully lowered herself down onto Lucius' face. He put his hands on her thighs and pulled her down. He then demonstrated exactly how good he was with his mouth.
"FUCKING HELL!"
She leaned against the headboard. It was all a bit too much to take. Draco had his father's cock in his arse, an experience which he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying, and she was getting oral sex from her fiance's father. And he was really good at it. She wondered briefly if she could talk him into doing it on a regular basis, and then she wasn't capable of thinking at all.
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A couple of rather busy hours later
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They'd all collapsed into a heap on the bed. Draco had a huge smile on his face.
"See, I was right. You still work perfectly. Now, who are you going to take to the wedding?"
"I wasn't planning on going."
"Come on, father. You want to show her up, I know you do."
"Draco, if Lucius doesn't want to go, he shouldn't have to."
Draco pouted.
"Draco, stop that. Who do you think I should take?"
"Hmm. Younger than Blaise, maybe. Gorgeous, certainly. Pans?"
"Daphne's sister likes older men. Bit of an airhead, but really good-looking. And, well, not the best reputation, but that might work in her favor in this case. Since the Greengrasses are quite well off, financially, taking her would imply that you're sleeping with her."
"Is she the blond with the really big tits?"
"No, that's Goyle's younger sister. Astoria's willowy, with honey-colored hair."
"Oh, her. She'll do."
"Draco, please stop picking out my dates for me. I find it disconcerting."
Draco rolled over and kissed Lucius.
"I was right, which means I get to pick out your date."
"And it also means you have to go down on me once a week."
"Do I have to? It makes my jaw hurt."
Pansy swatted Draco. Lucius smiled.
"Draco, a gentleman goes down on a woman at least as often as she goes down on him, and thoroughly enjoys it."
"So, you can go down on Pans for me!"
"I would never dream of imposing."
"Lucius, he really does hate it, and you're ridiculously good with your tongue."
"Well, Miss Parkinson, if you insist, and Draco does not object... I will be quite happy to oblige."
"Goody. Now that's all settled, when can we do this again? Tomorrow?"
Lucius and Pansy both smiled.
"Draco, you're insatiable."
"Yes, I am, and you both love me for it."
Author/Artist:melfinatheblue
Pairing:past Lucius/Narcissa, Draco/Pansy, Lucius/Draco/Pansy, Narcissa/Blaise,
Rating:nc-17
Warnings:angst, self-medication via alcohol, malfoycest, threesome, het, slash
Prompt: (if applicable)31. Lucius is devastated when Narcissa divorces him for a younger man.
Summary: When Narcissa leaves, Lucius is devastated. Draco comes up with a novel way to give him his confidence back.
Notes:Happy b-day fbowden! Also, many thanks to zephre. Story written for International Malfoycest Day over on IJ. Comm is here.
Word Count:3390
"This is all your fault! Where were you when I needed you? Hiding, that's where! You failed miserably! You couldn't keep either one of us safe, and if it hadn't been for me, our son would be dead! You don't get to judge, Lucius Malfoy! You're a worthless piece of trash, and the only good thing you ever did was sire a son!"
"'Cissa, please."
She hit him, hard. He was surprised at the amount of anger she had. He couldn't feel any anger, not anymore. He was tired, just so tired.
"You don't get to do anything, you bloody useless impotent freak! At least I feel like a woman with Blaise, at least he's capable!"
Lucius walked out of the room. He couldn't deal with this anymore. He heard the sound of pottery crashing against the door. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He walked to his study and sat down behind his desk. The room was a mess, bookshelves half-destroyed, books all over the floor, furniture slashed open. The Aurors had been very thorough in their search and found absolutely nothing. He put his head in his hands. Nothing mattered anymore, his life had fallen apart and everyone he cared about was leaving or had died. No doubt Draco would be next. He'd follow his mother like a gosling and he'd be all alone. Maybe he deserved to be alone, maybe he deserved all this. He'd failed so completely to keep them safe. He put his head down on his desk. He just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up. What was the point of living now?
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Draco snuck through the Manor. He'd heard his mother yelling, and had no intention of running into her. Honestly, she'd been in such a mood of late. Everything had worked out, well, mostly, anyway. They'd all survived, they still had the Manor, and best of all, the Dark Lord wasn't around anymore. He was almost tempted to whistle. He'd never thought he'd ever be free, and now he was. The world was his oyster, to remake as he saw fit. So, granted, there were a few warts, but he'd work them out. He was a Malfoy, after all, and Malfoys, like cats, always land on their feet.
"Draco! DRACO!"
Oh, joy. Mother wanted him for something. Well, hopefully she'd gotten the yelling out of her system. He sauntered towards the sound of her voice. Probably wanted his opinion on a dress or to give him more advice on women. He hadn't quite managed to get up the courage to tell either of his parents he preferred men yet. He turned into his parents bedroom, and stopped short. The room was a disaster, clothes and trunks strewn everywhere.
"Mother?"
Narcissa stuck her head out of her dressing room.
"Oh, there you are, Draco. Be a dear and help me pack, will you?"
"Where are you going?"
Narcissa sighed heavily, and walked over to Draco, taking his hands in hers.
"Well, sweetheart, I'm leaving."
Draco was rather confused.
"Leaving? Why? Where? What?"
"Draco, your father and I can't be in the same house anymore, even a house as large as the Manor. Ever since he got back from Azkaban, he and I have been married in name only. We both love you very much, but we're not a couple anymore, and it's time we both faced up to that."
"I see. And how does father feel about this?"
"He agrees with me."
"He agrees with you, or he's tired and knows he won't win so he's not bothering?"
"He agrees. So, I'm packing to move out."
"Mother, why?"
"I just told you, dear."
"Do you honestly think he's stopped loving you?"
Narcissa looked down at her hands for a moment.
"Love isn't enough, dear, not anymore. He's not the man I married, not my Lucius."
"What? This is insane. He's gotten his arse kicked for the past two years, and now you're leaving him because 'he's not the man you married'? That's a bloody piece of shit, and you know it!"
"Language, Draco."
"Oh. please. I'm not helping you pack, I'm not helping you move. This entire thing is folly, sheer folly. You're abandoning him because you don't want to deal anymore."
Draco spun on his heel and stalked out of the room before he said something really nasty. He couldn't believe his mother was doing this, abandoning them like that. She'd kept them together all through the bad times and now that things were good, she was leaving? It made no sense. Obviously he needed a drink, or two, and maybe a shag. A shag would certainly put him in a better mood. Good thing he was meeting Blaise for drinks tonight.
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Draco had already ordered his drink by the time Blaise got there. He was staring morosely into it, ignoring the cacophony all around him. Blaise sat down next to him.
"Everything alright, Draco?"
"My mother's leaving my father."
"She is? Now? We talked about in a few... Fuck."
Draco was now staring at Blaise and doing his best imitation of "Lucius Malfoy: dark, powerful, and really angry wizard." He'd gotten better at it since school. His voice was cold and angry, promising dark tortures the likes of which had never been seen before as he spoke.
"Blaise, why was my mother discussing this with you? The truth, now!"
"Well, you see, Draco, your mother's really hot..."
Draco had turned crimson. He stood up, and punched Blaise as hard as he could in the nose. Blaise put his hands up to defend himself and continued talking, though now he sounded like he had a bad cold.
"Last year we kinda fell into bed together..."
Draco punched him again, this time in the jaw. Blaise ducked below the table.
"And I really care for her and um, please don't kill me?"
Draco tipped the table over on its side and started to kick Blaise as hard as he could. Other patrons in the pub rushed over to egg on, help, or stop the beating. Two men grabbed Draco and pulled him away from Blaise, so he started yelling instead.
"ZABINI, TOUCH MY MOTHER AGAIN AND NOT ONLY WILL I MAKE SURE YOU WISHED YOU NEVER HAD BEEN BORN, I'LL MAKE SURE YOUR MOTHER'S WISHING THE SAME THING!"
Blaise had curled up in a little ball and was whimpering. Draco pulled himself away from the men, straightened his robes, and employed Slytherin Exit Eleven: stalking out with your head held high and your robes swishing. The swish was key, really. Without the swish it was just stalking out.
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Four months later
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Pansy stared at Draco over their food. She fingered the envelope Blaise had given her. She had promised him she would give it to Draco. She sighed and handed it over. Draco tore it open and read the invitation inside. He then threw it down.
"Zabini's cracked if he thinks I'm coming to his wedding."
"Draco, your mother would like you to come to her wedding."
"My mother betrayed me and my father. She can rot in hell for all I care. Tell her to bugger off and I hope she's miserable."
"Draco, you don't mean that. She's your mother."
"You haven't seen what this has done to father. He's a shell of himself, and she did that. She destroyed a proud, confident man, and then left."
"Um, does he know? About the wedding, I mean?"
"No, he does not, and I'm doing my best to keep it that way."
"So I should probably tell you that the announcement's supposed to appear this afternoon?"
"What? Bugger, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later, Pans."
Draco threw down some cash and ran out of the restaurant to the nearest Apparation point. If he was lucky, father hadn't read the prophet this morning. Of course, he knew he was never that lucky.
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He made it to the Manor in record time, and sprinted through the hallways. He knew father hadn't taken mother's betrayal particularly well, and he was terrified that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back. He didn't want to lose his father, not after they'd come through so much. He burst into his father's study, and froze. Lucius was slumped in his chair. A snifter had fallen from his limp hand, and he looked dead. Draco ran over to him.
"Fuck! You do NOT get to do this, father! You hear me, you do NOT!"
He shook Lucius vigorously, and heard a groan. He was just pissed. Really really pissed. Possibly about to die of alcohol poisoning pissed. Right, first a really strong sobering spell, then a cold shower, then, well, he wasn't sure what to do after that. But there was a plan.
"Sobrius!"
Alright, that helped, somewhat. But not enough. Maybe the toxin-removal spell as well? Couldn't hurt.
"Contratoxeo!"
Lucius' eyes were now open and he was looking at Draco. He still seemed a bit bleary, but was clearly far less pissed.
"Alright. You're getting a cold shower, and then we're going to have a very long talk."
Lucius groaned and leaned against Draco.
"And if you throw up on me, I am going to be VERY unhappy."
He helped Lucius to his feet, and grabbed one of his arms. Lucius was having a great deal of difficulty balancing. They staggered out of the room and down the hallway to the closest bathroom. Draco leaned Lucius against the wall and opened the door into ... his father's bathroom. The manor was trying to be helpful by moving rooms again.
"Bathroom's upstairs?"
"Father, the Manor's moving rooms again. Have you done a stabilizing spell recently?"
"Wha?"
Lucius was still too drunk to be much help. Draco rolled his eyes and helped his father into the bathtub.
"Clothes?"
"Yes, father, I know you're still dressed."
"No bath while dressed."
Lucius started to fumble with the fastenings of his clothing. Draco leaned down and pushed his hands away,
"Here, let me do that."
It didn't take long to get Lucius undressed, though it probably would have been faster if he didn't keep trying to help. Draco stepped back out of the tub and looked at his father critically. Yes, he'd let himself go a bit, developed a slight paunch, but a few weeks of exercise and he'd be beating both sexes off with a stick, just like he used to. Honestly, he just needed to get his confidence back. He was still a very attractive man. Extremely attractive, actually, when not horribly pissed. He was a bit surprised to realize that he was attracted to Lucius, or at least his cock was.
"Draco?"
"Yes, father, I'm right here."
"Draco's gonna leave. They all leave."
"Father, I am right here. I'm not leaving."
"Gonna leave. Be all alone."
"LUCIUS SULLA MALFOY!"
Lucius looked at Draco, puzzled.
"Good, that got your attention. I am not leaving. Full stop. Got it?"
Lucius nodded. Draco turned on the cold water, and he sputtered and tried to get out of the tub. Draco pushed him back in.
"You stay and sober up."
Lucius tried to push Draco off of him, and failed. So, in a stunning moment of alcohol-fueled semi-logic, he pulled Draco into the tub with him.
"Bloody hell!"
The water was freezing. Father had him in a death-grip and his clothes were soaked. He was so cold he hurt. He quickly cast a warming charm on the water, and father loosened his hold.
"Father, did you have to do that?"
"Yes. Cold."
"Sobrius!"
Lucius blinked and managed to focus his eyes.
"Are you sober yet or do I need to do that again?"
"Draco, why are you in a bath with me?"
"Oh, good. You're sober enough for me to yell at you."
"What?"
"Shut UP! You could have died, you stupid fool! I know losing mother and Severus both in such a short time has to hurt, but you are going to stop wallowing in your grief and go out there and fuck someone's brains out! What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Malfoys don't do this! Malfoys don't try to drink themselves to death after their spouse leaves, they go find someone younger and better-looking! Get a grip, father!"
Draco paused to take a breath. His face was bright red from shouting. Lucius decided it was a good moment to get a word in edge-wise.
"Draco, you don't understand..."
"YOU COULD HAVE DIED! And what do you think that would do to me, you selfish foolish arrogant bastard!"
"Draco...."
"What, you think no one will ever love you, or could ever possibly attracted to you? Well, I've got news for you, father. I love you and I'm attracted to you, and god help you, if you die on me I will bring you back as a ghost just so I can yell at you!"
Draco paused as he realized what had just come out of his mouth. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. He turned around and kissed his father. Lucius froze and then pushed Draco away.
"Draco, this is not necessary."
"You know what, obviously it is." Draco grabbed his father's hand and put it against the tent in the front of his trousers. "See, I find you desirable. I'm not lying in an attempt to boost your self-confidence, I really do find you attractive."
Lucius sighed.
"Draco, that's not the problem. I'm impotent. That's why your mother left."
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Prove it, father."
"What? You think I'd lie about something like that?"
"No, I think you think that. But I also think that what you think isn't always correct. So I want a go. If I can't get it going, then I want Pans to try. Only then will I believe that you're impotent."
"And you're not going to drop this till I say yes?"
"Right. So, finish your bath, take a nap, and tonight I will prove to you that it's still functional."
Lucius rolled his eyes but nodded his agreement. Draco climbed out of the tub, completely soaked.
"And you owe me a new suit."
"Fine."
"And no more alcohol!"
"Fine. I just want to go to bed anyway."
"Good. Have a nice nap."
Draco sauntered out of the room, and discovered he was on the second floor, two doors down from his own room. Father really needed to do a stabilizing charm soon. And he needed to talk to Pansy. Before she found out he'd promised her to father. That might not go over so well. He'd change and go see her. Yes, that would work.
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"Draco, why are you here?"
Draco looked around at Pansy's fashionable flat. She had a nice view of Muggle London and odd furniture.
"Draco?"
"Sorry, Pans. Um, well, I felt I was beastly earlier and wanted to apologize. See, I even brought flowers."
"Draco, what did you do?"
Draco put his head in his hands. Pansy sat besides him and stroked his hair.
"I'm really sorry, Pans. I got caught up in the moment and he almost died and I just wanted to prove to him that he wasn't right."
"Is your father okay?"
"He's sleeping now. He almost drank himself to death, and I just want to give him back some of what Mother took. Pans, you swear you'll never repeat this to anyone?"
"Draco, I swear. Now talk."
"He thinks he's impotent. And I know he's not, and I wanted to prove him wrong, and I kinda might have promised him you."
"WHAT?" Pansy smacked Draco, hard.
"Ow. You didn't need to hit me."
"You told your father I'd sleep with him? And I DON'T NEED TO HIT YOU?!?"
"Pans, I'm sorry. I really am. It just kinda slipped out. If it makes you feel any better, I go first."
"What?"
"I try first. And then you go."
"Wait, so there might be Malfoy-on-Malfoy action? Would he do the sexy commanding voice?"
"Pans, what?"
"Well, you're both hot. And he has a great voice. And I've always wanted to watch two men together."
"Oh my god."
"What? I'm not allowed to fantasize?"
"No, it just never occurred to me that father might be involved in your fantasies."
"Well, he is, and I'll cooperate on two conditions. One, I get to watch, every time. Two, you go down on me at least once every three days, and none of that whining about your jaw."
"Fine. Be at the Manor at seven."
"Oh, and Draco, if you ever promise me to someone else without my prior knowledge and consent again, I will serve your cock to you on a silver platter and make a lovely doily out of your balls. We clear?"
"Yes, Pans."
"Good."
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Draco had done a good bit of planning for tonight. They were having dinner in a guest bedroom rather than the master suite, and he'd picked out Lucius' clothing beforehand. Everything was set, and hopefully it would be a successful evening. He knocked at his father's door.
"Come in."
Draco opened the door and stuck his head in. Lucius was sitting in a chair, reading a book. He'd obviously taken some care with his appearance. His now-white hair was neatly brushed and pulled back, his cuff-links matched, and his ascot was straight for the first time in several months. He placed the book to the side and stood up.
"Well, Draco, do I pass inspection?"
Draco nodded approvingly.
"You look good."
"So what's the plan for tonight?"
"Well, dinner in a bedroom, and then other activities."
"I'm still not sure about this."
"What? The idea of a beautiful woman watching you have sex doesn't turn you on?"
"Draco, intellectually it is extremely appealing. However the reality..."
"Father, relax. Everything will work out, I promise."
Draco patted his father on the back.
"Now come on, Pansy should be arriving shortly. And don't fret, and most especially, don't have more than a glass of wine. You'll be fine."
Draco led Lucius out of his bedroom and down the hall to the burgundy bedroom. He'd picked the color specially. Mother hated the color, so father wouldn't associate it with her, and it looked really good on Pans. He'd also spiked the wine with a relaxing potion. Nothing strong, but it might help. Pans had been forewarned about the wine, and was already in the room. Everything was ready, and father was going to come tonight. Repeatedly, if he had anything to say about it.
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After dinner
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Pansy leaned against the head of the bed, Lucius' head in her lap. His eyes were closed, and she was stroking his hair. He was lying down on the bed, naked, and Draco was slowly licking whipped cream off his cock. Pansy watched the scene intently, and then picked up the cream from the bedside table.
"Draco, I think you missed a spot."
Draco looked up at her and she dropped a spoonful of cream onto each of Lucius' nipples. He gasped. Draco smirked.
"Pans, why don't you get that, and I'll deal with this?"
Pansy shifted around until she was able to get to his chest and slowly licked the cream off first the left and then the right nipple. Lucius moaned, so she dribbled more cream on.
"Sensitive nipples?"
"Merlin, yes, oh."
Draco smirked and pointed at Lucius' cock, then at his nipples, then at Pansy. She nodded. He counted down with his hand, and on one, Pansy wrapped her mouth around one nipple, her fingers around the other, and Draco swallowed his father's cock.
"OH FUCKING GOD!"
Draco smirked around the cock in his mouth. Pansy leaned up and kissed Lucius. He grabbed one of her breasts, and gently started teasing a nipple. She sighed as she felt his other hand slowly wandering southwards. Draco was slurping rather loudly, obviously enjoying himself. She broke off the kiss and looked for Draco's cock to give it some attention. Unfortunately, it was near the foot of the bed. She leaned over to Lucius and whispered in his ear.
"You know, I bet Draco's cock and arse are both terribly lonely down there. Don't you think you should give them some attention?"
Lucius nodded, and pulled Draco off of him. His cock was obviously functioning quite well.
"You've proven your point."
Draco smirked.
"No, no I really haven't. Now, stay still."
Draco moved up the bed, and knelt over his father. He smiled and slowly slid onto Lucius' cock.
"Fuck!"
Draco threw his head back. Lucius took a deep breath. His voice was surprisingly controlled as he spoke...
"Miss Parkinson, if you would be so kind as to come here, I'll happily take care of you."
Pansy carefully lowered herself down onto Lucius' face. He put his hands on her thighs and pulled her down. He then demonstrated exactly how good he was with his mouth.
"FUCKING HELL!"
She leaned against the headboard. It was all a bit too much to take. Draco had his father's cock in his arse, an experience which he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying, and she was getting oral sex from her fiance's father. And he was really good at it. She wondered briefly if she could talk him into doing it on a regular basis, and then she wasn't capable of thinking at all.
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A couple of rather busy hours later
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They'd all collapsed into a heap on the bed. Draco had a huge smile on his face.
"See, I was right. You still work perfectly. Now, who are you going to take to the wedding?"
"I wasn't planning on going."
"Come on, father. You want to show her up, I know you do."
"Draco, if Lucius doesn't want to go, he shouldn't have to."
Draco pouted.
"Draco, stop that. Who do you think I should take?"
"Hmm. Younger than Blaise, maybe. Gorgeous, certainly. Pans?"
"Daphne's sister likes older men. Bit of an airhead, but really good-looking. And, well, not the best reputation, but that might work in her favor in this case. Since the Greengrasses are quite well off, financially, taking her would imply that you're sleeping with her."
"Is she the blond with the really big tits?"
"No, that's Goyle's younger sister. Astoria's willowy, with honey-colored hair."
"Oh, her. She'll do."
"Draco, please stop picking out my dates for me. I find it disconcerting."
Draco rolled over and kissed Lucius.
"I was right, which means I get to pick out your date."
"And it also means you have to go down on me once a week."
"Do I have to? It makes my jaw hurt."
Pansy swatted Draco. Lucius smiled.
"Draco, a gentleman goes down on a woman at least as often as she goes down on him, and thoroughly enjoys it."
"So, you can go down on Pans for me!"
"I would never dream of imposing."
"Lucius, he really does hate it, and you're ridiculously good with your tongue."
"Well, Miss Parkinson, if you insist, and Draco does not object... I will be quite happy to oblige."
"Goody. Now that's all settled, when can we do this again? Tomorrow?"
Lucius and Pansy both smiled.
"Draco, you're insatiable."
"Yes, I am, and you both love me for it."