Chapter 13 A crashing of opposing waves.
Daddy. Draco exclaimed, Theo
exuberantly, swaying slightly as Draco descended the entrance
hall stairway. When were you going to tell us
that you were expecting good baby dragon?
Hush, Theodore, of course Draco isn't having a baby.
She squeezed Theo's arm, her fingers lingering on his bicep a
little too long, cheeks slightly, wine flushed.
His mother looked at him beseechingly.
Isn't that right, Draco dear? He was utterly lost for words,
so baffled at the Knight's revelations.
Poppy. Yes, Sir.
Said the elf, materialising as if out of nowhere.
She was good in that way. Perhaps he would make her his
third favorite house self instead.
Kip had become too clumsy of late.
A round of fire whiskeys in the Conservatory, please.
Narcissa blanched. Theo whistled a tune, falling
into a low frown of concern. Darling, you know I don't drink
hard liquor. Unless, Mother, you're going to
need it when you hear what I have to say.
It was well past midnight by the time he had regaled them with
the evening's discoveries, and the summer stars were twinkling
brazenly through the domed glass ceiling.
His mother shook her head lightly, sitting in her
bejeweled black gown with her knees tucked beneath her on the
Conservatory sofa chair, casual in a way she would never have
been in his father's presence. Theo, hair dishevelled, tie
abandoned, rocked slowly on the black family rocking chair,
contemplative and studious, Downing the last drop of fire
whiskey from his glass. Draco stood in the archway light
from the adjoining room, pouring behind him, blanketing his face
in shadow. So that is all we know.
Are you able to consult your schematics and grantors?
More information to work with. I need some time to review the
device. As I told you, I managed to
figure out some of the equations on my own, but having the time
Turner itself will speed the the development process tenfold.
Theo crossed one leg over the other and rocked back, eyes
searching the stars for answers. And then you'll be able to
quantify when she came from. Possibly.
Theo said slowly and not at all convincingly.
But it could take some time. Do what must be done.
Employ occlamacy at every opportune moment.
That goes for you too, mother, and keep a low as profile as
possible while you're working on this.
Theo hummed lazily in agreement. That includes not drawing
attention to yourself at summons.
Aye aye, capitan. Theo gave a mock salute, to
which Draco returned an unwilling smirk.
Nosissa had been quiet whilst he spoke, demurely digesting the
news that they were harbouring not only a rebel whom they had
been conspiring with to take down the Dark Lord, but also one
that had travelled back from a time where their mission had
clearly failed. And instead of returning to this
time armed with knowledge, all she was armed with was his
unborn child. Could it be truly his if this
version of him didn't even contribute to its conception?
I'm going to be a 44 year old grandmother.
That's what you took from this whole conversation.
Salazar's truth, Mother. Draco said with a moan.
I thought you might have some sage advice.
I should not have offered you fire whisky.
Sorry, my darling. She said, rising serenely from
the sofa and gliding towards him as if she were floating on a
cloud. She took his tight and tired
face in her soft hands. What I mean to say is that if
this baby survives, you'll have given me the greatest gift of
all. I have so much life left and I
couldn't think of a better way of living it.
Grandmamma Black, you're going to be a GILF, a moderately
sozzled Theoge Ford, a Theodore. I don't even know what that is.
She snapped back with playful undertones.
This is a brand new chapter, Draco.
Hermione has brought a great blessing upon us.
I know we had always committed to keeping her safe, but she has
our blood within her. She is family now and forever
more that grants a level of Black family protection that is
unwavering and limitless. She kissed his cheek.
Do make sure she knows that, won't you?
You can just let go of all your pure blood ideals so easily.
I decided long ago that it didn't make a scratch of sense
as I read from your many disgruntled letters home.
Hermione bested you in every class that you'd shared with her
since you were 11 years old, just like many muggleborn and
half blood Wizards bested me at Hogwarts.
To suggest that magic dilutes, well, that would be to admit
that magic is finite. Like love, magic is boundless.
I'm so sorry I never shared these thoughts with you, never
showed you that you could think in a different way.
His mother released him and looked down at her pale bare
feet, toenails painted a soft silver.
I was a coward. I didn't want to go against your
father. She swallowed and then bolstered
herself up, meeting his cold eyes with warmth.
You are going to be so much better than we ever were.
She stepped back and took in a fortifying breath.
As for everything else, we need to learn more about why she was
sent back to this time. Why not before the battle
itself? Why not stop him from winning
entirely? There is much more we are
missing here, Draco, and it is important that we prioritize its
discovery. Draco hissed, pain coursing down
his arm, the familiar branding eye into the skin.
Not now. Narcissa pleaded to unknown gods
and Theo stood to his feet, wrapping a protective arm around
her. If his best friend and mother
had been watching his face, they would have seen his demeanour
shift from concerned, tired and waited to empty, firm and rigid.
I am the Dark Commander, my mind is my own.
He wants me to come immediately. Even to him, his voice sounded
distant. Go, I'll watch after them.
Theo promised. And Draco turned on the spot.
Thank you. Theo whimpered, NASA supremely
pulling herself out of his shelter in grip.
But Theo trailed his hand down her porcelain arm and he took
her hand in his as she tried to create distance, the fingers
tracing circles around her palm, sending waves of energy up her
arm to her bare nipples. Beneath her gown were not long
and lie the like Lucius's. They were sturdy and exacting,
accustomed to handling intricate and delicate things with
precision. They were horologist hands.
Theo, please. She breathed softly as he
entwined his fingers with hers and she placed a warning hand
against his chest. She could taste the fire whiskey
on his breath, but the faint notes of honeysuckle still
wafted from his neck. This boy was going to be the
death of her. Tell me it's not just in my
head. His voice was like honey running
slowly down her skin, past her navel, into the well between her
legs. He closed the gap between them,
one hand playing with her fingers, the other toying with
the single black streak of her hair.
Tell me that you don't feel this way too, whenever you're around
me. Her breath stuttered.
All she wanted to do was fall into him, to let him have her.
Tell me you want this. He whispered, his own breath
coming out ragged and bleeding with desire.
Her core was molten honey, begging to be touched, begging
for his tongue to lap up the sweet juices.
Like all the time she had played with herself over the past month
thinking of him and his overt devil may care flirtations and a
few times during his teen years she would never admit to anyone.
We can't do this. Draco needs us right now.
Narcissa swallowed, bringing a hand up to his strong jaw, and
he groaned ever so lightly. You're his best friend.
She grazed a thumb over his lips, and his member throbbed
against her dress. So many layers between them, so
many barriers. I'm too old for you.
He inched further to her lips, the weakest argument of them
all. She was losing this battle.
That's not what I asked. Theo's voice was feral and dark,
and a heart hammered in her chest, matching his beat.
They were nose to nose, both looking down at each other's
slightly parted lips at the same time.
As if by magnets, they pulled together, and she felt bruhunga,
the desire, the need in the cushion of his lips.
Her whole body ignited, and she would not have been surprised to
find she'd been transfigured into a filibuster firework.
When had she last experienced a volcanic desire like this?
Had she truly ever pulling apart for air?
She breathed. I'm not interested in casual
flings. Neither am I.
Thea replied in kind, crashing back into her, his hands
caressing her soft cheeks. You may regret this in the
morning. She whimpered, her core
throbbing with need to be filled.
Never in a million years. He growled appreciatively as her
hand travelled down his shirt to unbuckle his bulging pants.
No, she had another idea. Not here.
She said, parting from him. Stay, she commanded, taking a
step back, and he rather unwillingly obliged, his
expression wanton and wild, chest heaving with primal need.
Count to 5. Narcissa purred with a wicked
smile, and she turned and ran from the room, bare feet
slapping against the cold tiles. 5 Theo called out, counting down
with clear need in his graveling voice. 4 She panted, pulling up
the hem of her gown and taking the stairs 2 by 2 towards her
wing. 321 Nasus heard him cheat his way through the last three
numbers and she laughed giddily, passing by the frowning and
tutting portraits of Malfoy ancestors.
Well, they could be left to dust for all she cared.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and Theo's footsteps
pounded equally up the stairway. She looked back as she found her
daughter, her wing surprised to already see Theo meters away
from her. She squealed in delight as he
bouldered into her and lifted her up, wrapping her long legs
around him. Her dress tore a long gash up
the side, yet she barely noticed as his erection throbbed beneath
his trousers against her naked sex.
Theo sat them on the bed with her wrapped around him in his
arms, kissing her with complete abandoned.
He found the torn fabric and looked at her menacingly,
pulling at the sides of the tear in one great gesture and ripping
the dress in two from hip to shoulder.
Beads and jewels scattered the floor and Nasysa shimmied the
dress off, exposing her bare body while the pair laughed.
Theo hoisted her off him and threw her down on her back where
she bounced against the pale blue satin sheets.
Fuck Miss Black, you're glorious.
He appraised, tracing his fingers over her pale pink
nipples. They tightened at his touch.
Oh, it's Miss Black now, is it? She sighed, lifting a single leg
over his shoulder, toes pointed. It is when you command me like
that. Did you choose not to wear any
underwear to tease me tonight? Theo leaned down to her,
Narcissa's legs still on his shoulder.
All the yoga with the shrews finally paying off.
He planted a deep kiss against her lips and teased her Rouge
lower lip with his teeth. She couldn't stop the moan from
escaping. She whispered into his ear.
It's time to clean up the mess. You are responsible for Mr. Not
with fucking pleasure, Miss Black.
He grinned devilishly at her in what felt like milliseconds.
His tongue was against her slit. No preamble, no teasing.
This was a man starving for her. He was not careful, not soft,
not shy. His tongue devoured her nose,
rubbing against her clit, the tongue encircling her sex.
He lapped against her folds as she clung to the headboard,
fingernails dragging against the wood.
Oh, Oh my Theo, oh. Theo growled against her core,
the vibrations bringing her higher and higher until she
cried out. Do you know how long I have
dreamt of tasting you? Theo murmured low against
Hucklett, and he sent shock waves up her body.
Lucius hadn't touched her like this since their Hogwarts years.
And by Cersei, you taste like fucking Amortancia.
Nasisa muled some more. Let go of the headboard and held
onto his messy dark locks before grinding her slit against his
nose and tongue. Theo, aye, aye.
Her voice raised an octave, but she felt a sudden loss.
She looked down to find Theo had pulled away from her.
When you come, I want it to be around my cock.
Theo's voice was a baritone, reverberating along the hairs of
her skin, making them all stand up, and a shiver travelled down
her body. And clasping his trousers, he
finally unleashed his engorged cock from its cage, and it
sprung out, thick and hard and all hers.
At least for tonight. Nasusa pushed the thought away
and gasped as he pulled her down the bed sheets by her legs.
He gave her one deep, slow, teasing kiss while the head of
his cock edged her entrance and then drove himself into her.
She could practically see stars through her four poster bed,
crying out in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his
body and he brought his lips to hers, mouths crashing together
like 2 waves from opposing seas while he pounded into her.
Narcissa. He groaned.
You feel so fucking good, Oh my Theo.
Narcissa grabbed every inch of him she could, landing on his
luscious arse as she squeezed and dragged her sharp
fingernails over. My Theo, Yes, I want you to be
screaming my name as you come. Theo lifted her up and pulled
her on top of him, now the two sitting up, legs wrapped around
each other, his cock stilled deep inside her.
It was surprisingly intimate. They slowed for a moment, taking
in each other. Her soft pale breasts pressed
against his dark haired muscular chest.
Her clit pressed against his pubic bone as she kissed him and
she began to lead the way, grinding back and forth,
lathering his cock in her wetness and bringing her closer
and closer to the edge. She looked in his eyes, the dark
chocolate irises conveying so much longing and desire.
You're everything. He said breathily, with so much
sincerity. Again she fell into his lips,
quickening her pace now and dragging long scratches up his
back. Theo held her tightly, meeting
her thrusts with synchronicity. He felt unreal.
His cock hit her in all the right places, and with her clit
rubbing against him, she hadn't felt this close to someone in a
long time. She let out a shuddering SOB and
the world crashed down around them both.
Nasusa was falling forwards into him and they continued to kiss
as she came all over his cock, core clamping down around it,
and he in turn filled her with rhythmic gushes.
The pair called out each other's names in unison in the moments
after, Nasusa teetering on the brink of sleep in Theo's arms.
She hoped, for Theo's sake, that Draco hadn't already arrived
home. Considering it had fully slipped
her mind to cast Muffliato some moments earlier, Draco twisted
through the air in a whirl of black smoke, feeling the
darkness pull towards a specific location.
In a rush, he was dragged downwards, his feet planting on
a tiled floor with a green hue. The Slytherin common room looked
just as he'd left it three months ago.
Great Slytherin green drapes framed tall windows at the end
of the room, protecting the space from the depths of the
Black Lake. Draco used to sit by those
windows on an armchair, watching the Gwendolos swim past and the
occasional mermaid even used to feel a sense of ownership of the
lake, being black and all. The room was as cold and crisp
as he remembered it. Their dorms being situated in
the dungeons had its perks on hot summer days when you burned
like a vampire in the sun. A fire roared in the hearth,
surrounded by a cabriole Chesterfield, several throne
chairs, and a divan all upholstered in rich greens and
varied fabrics. Come sit by me, Draco.
The eerily high voice of the Dark Lord called to him from one
of the throne chairs. Draco followed the voice and
took the closest seat, the soles of his shoes clacking against
the tiled floor as he crossed the room.
I trust I have pleased you, my Lord.
He asked as he sat. His master looked rather sickly
and frail, especially at this time of night, with the only
light source coming from the fire and the moonlight
refracting through the lake's depths.
You could see every vein on his translucently bald head,
squeezing blood around his body. Voldemort brought a shaky glass
of silvery liquid to the crease of his mouth while Draco averted
his gaze and looked into the fire, not wishing to appear too
discerning. Immeasurably.
He rasped, swallowing down the Unicorn blood.
You may have been wondering why I chose you, of all my many
loyal followers, to stand as my right hand.
I do not question your decisions, Tusk.
Do not lie to me, child. He spat in distaste.
There are better men, far more loyal servants, those who would
die for me. You are not so arrogant as to
think you stand among them, are you?
He didn't know how to respond. His mind was split between a
vast empty space and a chaotic shed filled with answers,
responses, and theories. Though to the outside world, he
might as well have been wearing his Death Eater mask for the
little emotion he gave away. Draco remained silent, watching
the fire, taking in the words alone.
No, you Malfoy, are far much cleverer than that.
You know I have great plans for you and I, I only live to serve
you and the regime you have built.
Whenever you are ready to share your plans, I will happily enact
them. Draco was sitting ramrod
straight on the long divan he used to laze on at night, all
the while being fed red juicy grapes off a branch by Parkinson
before she got bored of waiting on him and turned her attentions
to Theo. He once felt like a fucking king
in this castle, had even been treated as such by his Slytherin
peers. He was deluded.
All this will come in time. You will play a very important
role in the new age of magic, and one day so shall your young.
Voldemort rose slowly, twisting his body in a Serpentine motion
until he reached his full height.
He curled around the divan to stand behind Draco.
Ghostly hands took Draco by the shoulders and squeezed one hand,
pressing the knobs of the Elder Wand into his scapula.
I have made steps to ensure my legacy lives on, and there will
come a time when I will ask a great service of you anything I
am yours to command. Very good, Draco, very good.
I have shown before that those with power like mine never truly
leave us. The Dark Lord will always rise
again.