After leaving Fleur's cell, I spent fifteen more minutes in the ministry, setting up the necessary steps based on my agreement with Fleur, her husband's transfer, her release, and other details. It took a couple of minor favors, a few threats, and an imperius here and there to grease the wheels. Having magic was awesome, it even helped to avoid the torture called bureaucracy, if one was ruthless enough of course. Then, I left the ministry of magic.
First, I dropped by Fleur's sister cell, making sure to disguise myself in Death Eater garb, and passed over her cell, casting a sound spell that called me as Yaxley. I decided he made a good scapegoat for the whole affair, because I knew that monster actually liked children that way. Creepy monster. I might be evil, but even I had standards. After making sure Gabrielle saw me, I stunned her once more. No need to actually traumatize her with the memory of the kidnappings.
I was tempted to pay a visit to Narcissa, but I already had plans for the evening. And if Fleur loved her sister as much as I thought she was, she would drop by the address I gave as soon as she realized her sister was missing. So, I apparated there. It was a relatively small house that had been used by a part of the Branch family, when Malfoy family had a much bigger headcount. It was deserted, but thankfully, elves took care of it.
As I expected, I hadn't had to wait for long. Half an hour later, I heard a loud bang on the door, eerily similar to a bludgeoning hex colliding with the wards. I apparated to the door. I didn't even bother to check whether the wards held, instead opened the door. "Hello, Mrs. Weasley," I said, deliberately mocking. "I see you are a bit early."
Anger was flowing in waves from her, with feathers sprouting from her body. "Where is my sister, you bastard!" she shouted, turning her wand to me.
I utilized the full extent of my occlumency ability to reflect an expression of shock on my face. "What do you mean?" I asked.
My ploy must have worked, because most of the anger drained from her face, leaving shock behind. "You don't know where my sister is?" she said, with a defeated tone.
"No, but I know no children were taken from the party-" I started, then changed my tone completely. "Yaxley!" I shouted, interrupting my earlier statement. Fleur looked at me uncomprehendingly, trying to understand what I meant. "Yaxley was a part of the group, but he disappeared for a while during the attack. And it's a badly kept secret that he has some terrible habits, but he has enough pull with the ministry to keep those suppressed." The infliction I used when I used the word habit left no doubt about what I mentioned.
"No, no, no…" Fleur started shouting in panic. "Where is that bastard, I will kill him. Gaby!"
"Stop," I shouted, silencing her. "Time is the essence. You will sit here, do nothing, while I go check whether my guess is correct. If so, I will come back here, with Gabrielle with me. Understood!" In the last part, I deliberately held the Elder Wand and flared my magic, knowing it increased the impact of my presence several folds. She nodded, suddenly smaller.
The rest of my plan worked ridiculously easily. I sneaked into Yaxley's home. Luckily, he was alone in the study, busy with some documents, so he didn't notice as I sneaked behind him and smashed his head with a chair. I smashed it several times to make sure he was dead, filled a glass with his blood, and walked away, only apparating after I was reasonably away from his house. There was no need to leave magical traces when not needed.
I apparated to Gabrielle's cell, sprinkled some of Yaxley's blood over her clothes, vanished the rest of the blood. Then, I grabbed her, and apparated to the meeting place with Fleur. She turned towards the source of crack, and saw her sister in my arms. "Gaby!" she shouted. "Is she okay."
"She is just stunned," I said, and she reached her wand. "Stop, don't enervate her until you are back your home, or even better, take her directly to France."
"Why?" she asked, surprised by my vehemence.
"I just killed Yaxley," I said. "And the last thing any of us need is a child to know the link between us." I could easily see the question in her eyes, though she had the decency not to ask. I answered nevertheless. "You should care, because, a Death Eater was just killed in his home, and whole government will be looking for the responsible. Currently, no one knows your sister's presence there. Yaxley isn't stupid enough to tell anyone else that he had kidnapped someone without authorization, especially a child."
She stayed silent for almost a minute, caressing the hair of her sister. "Why did you help me?" she asked.
I was impressed, I thought she was going to ask me why I killed him. It was nice to see she wasn't a hardcore groupie of Dumbledore's forgiveness train. "I helped, because there are barriers that shouldn't be crossed. Targeting children is the most important of these rules, especially the deplorable way Yaxley planned to do." I acted like I was in deep thoughts, then added. "Go to France with your sister. We can always handle our appointment tomorrow. Be here in tomorrow at ten p.m." With that, I turned and walked inside, acting like I didn't hear her whispering her thanks.
Another step of my plan was complete.
With Fleur's visit pushed back one day, I wanted to visit one of my other targets to initiate my plans, but I didn't have time for it. Everything was balanced on the edge of the blade after the ministry takeover, even though the resistance had been destroyed almost completely. Neither Dumbledore's supporters nor ministry loyalists were able to put up a resistance more than a few hours. The order of fried chicken had effectively disbanded with the death of the Moody, and it all took the death of Scrimgeour for the Ministry to fold completely. It just took Voldemort to walk inside the building, and none of them dared to touch their wands, yet alone attack him.
With all those changes going on, I need to be around to make sure none of them were about to bite me in the ass. More importantly, I needed to make sure Yaxley's death wasn't connected to me or Delacours in any form. Last thing I wanted to lose Fleur, or more importantly my own head, in a strike of revenge. With a sigh, I apparated to the ministry, already dreading the boredom of politicking. Still, it wasn't all bad, because at the aftermath, Narcissa was there, conveniently placed for my attention. She would probably be sleeping, but it didn't matter much, I could always wake her up. After all, nothing was off limits for her precious son…
It was past midnight when I arrived back home, so naturally, I was quite surprised to see Narcissa, usually pretty careful about her sleep time, still sitting in the living room. "Hi, mom," I said. "What are you doing up in this hour?"
"I was worried about you," she answered, anger clear in her tone. "You were absent for the day, nothing but a flimsy note to say you are okay."
Normally, I would reprimand her for daring to raise her voice to me, but the worry was in her tone was palpable. It was a point a soft touch would be more beneficial. "Sorry, mom," I said even as I walked towards her. "It was a hectic day, the Ministry, Weasleys, and many other small things." Then, I wrapped my arms around her in a hug, and clamped her lips in a deep kiss. As usual, she froze momentarily, but this time, it didn't last more than a second, her tongue even meeting me in the halfway. I continued the kiss without a break, even as my hands started to wander around her body. I pulled back after a couple minutes. "I need a bath," I said.
"Okay," Narcissa said, but I was able to catch dejection in her tone.
I held back a snort. She probably assumed I was leaving her alone. I grabbed her wrist and apparated to the bathroom. Surprised by the unexpected transition, she stumbled, only my fingers, tight around her wrist, preventing her fall. A couple of quick spells later, the large bath was filled with hot water. Another spell saw that the water started bubbling, imitating a Jacuzzi. "Come on, mom," I said, even as I undressed. Narcissa seemed hesitant, which was understandable. I was pushing her to break yet another wall of intimacy, and from the expression on her face, she also realized I had no intention to draw the line here.
Still, she started undressing a few seconds later. I didn't think she had the will to reject it, considering the damp state of her underwear, clearly on display. I made a show of watching her as she stripped, and she said nothing, though her movements became more hesitant as the seconds rolled. Then, she slid into the water, trying to sit across me, but I had something more intimate in my mind. I wrapped my arms around her torso and pulled her to sit between my legs, her back resting on my chest, my cock pressing her ass. I was tempted to say screw it and push my shaft into her tight asshole, but I held myself back. I didn't want to just fuck her, I wanted to own her, body, mind, and soul, and to do that, I needed to vary my approach.
Another wave of my wand, and the water rose until it infused her hair moist enough to be washed, and I put some shampoo in my hand. Then, I started massaging her hair slowly, the bubbles covering her shoulders. "How was your day, mother?" I asked, even as I gently massaged her scalp. That started a soft discussion, though I was careful to stay away from any stressful topics such as the Ministry takeover and other developments. Meanwhile, I finished her hair, my hand sliding to her shoulders, and started massaging her. She appreciated my initiative quite a bit, if her purring was any indicator.
Already in the mood, her customary reluctance was absent when I slid my hands to her bountiful chest, continuing my massage. "It feels nice," she murmured, in a deep haze.
"Nice to hear, mother," I answered, and leaned to her neck, and started covering her skin with an endless rain of kisses. I could feel her excitement rising sharp, so I decided to quicken her journey towards the release. I slid one of my hands down, the other still busy squeezing her nipples, and found her slit. I pushed two fingers inside, her aroused tunnel accommodating them easily. Her hips started to grind my cock. Curious, I looked in the mirror, watching her euphoric expression as my fingers danced over her body, enhancing her ecstasy with each passing second. I licked my lips upon seeing the beautiful view, then leaned for a deep kiss, one she reciprocated without any hesitation, her tongue jumping ready.
It didn't take long for her to reach another climax that left her a shuddering mess, but I didn't let the massage even for a second, continuing my erotic massage. The second and the third ones soon followed the first one, leaving her flexible and happy. A state conductive to my future plans. I reached my wand and waved once, and a box appeared from the thin air, carrying a perfect, enchanted anal plug. I grabbed the box and pulled the plug on the box. "What is this, honey," Narcissa mumbled in a deep haze.
"It's a gift, my sweet mother," I answered, even as I brought the plug under water and positioned it with a good access to her hole. "Say when," I said, enjoying her confused expression. Then, without waiting for an answer, I have pushed it into her ass in one smooth motion.
The scream that echoed through the room was quite an enjoyable development, though most of it was from knowing no real harm had come to Narcissa, other than feeling a sharp pain. That was how I designed the plug, it allows to loosen up the ass, it prevents any possible health complications as it pushed through an unprepared path, and it continuously dispelled any waste. In total, it was perfectly engineered to keep her ass in appropriate conditions for anal sex.
"What are you doing, Draco?" she asked in shock. was a good time to start fucking her once more, so I pushed my cock inside her, sliding easily into her well-lubricated walls. "Why, mom," I said. "Didn't we agree that you belong to me completely. Did you believe that that wouldn't include your amazing ass."
Narcissa opened her mouth to answer, only to be aborted due to a well-placed twist of her nipples. I leaned and captured her lips once more, trying to prevent any argument, forcing her to focus on the sensations provided by being stuffed from two holes simultaneously. As I expected, her stiffness was soon lost once again, leaving her eagerly submitting under my attention. Once again, I was surprised by the stupidity of Lucius. Narcissa was a sex goddess, waiting to be unlocked by the slightest of attention, but Lucius managed to squander her talents completely for two decades. Not me, I thought as I picked up the pace of my assault. I was going to shape Narcissa into a perfect toy, eager to submit my every desire, displaying the most amazing applications of skill.
Narcissa's tongue, invading my mouth in a surprise assault that brought me back to the moment. I accepted her presence eagerly, caressing her breasts to show my approval. She was still shy to show any initiative, something I wanted to cultivate in her. While her absolute sexual deference was fun, I had no illusions that it would rapidly get boring without creativity from her part. I pressed my hand on her stomach, pressing our bodies even closer. Her hips, grinding enthusiastically in his lap was enough to push me quickly towards the climax, especially combined with the caressing warmth of the water. Her tightening around my shaft had been enough to trigger yet another spurt of seed, barely giving me enough time to pull out, dirtying the water instead.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Narcissa collapsed, pressing her weight, blunted by the water, to my body. I welcomed it, and for a while, we lay wordless as the water bubbled around us, massaging our body continuously. I started caressing her belly, enjoying the way she purred in appreciation.
Of course, we were just starting. I gave her a minute to catch her breath before reaching for the anal plug that I had forced into her just moments ago, and started pulling it out, earning a mirror moan of her. I didn't pull it out completely, of course, just a bit more than half, only to push it back in once again. "Draco!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, mom," I countered even as I pulled the plug back, listening to her panicked gasp.
"What are you doing-" she tried to say, only to collapse into another cry as I pushed the plug inside her once more.
"Why mom," I answered with a laugh. "I'm doing you, of course. More specifically, I'm preparing your puckered hole so I can do you in the ass as well." She stilled, blushing rapidly with my vulgar reply. Sometimes, people confused me. We just shared a merciless fuck, how could she feel mentioning it was more shameful than actually doing it, I could never understand. Nor I was going to allow. "Why mom," I said, pulling her hair harshly until her neck was bent backward. "Do you have a problem with what we just did."
"No, Draco," she whispered, but her tone painted with arousal instead of fear. A good detail, to see she enjoyed roughness as well.
"Good," I added as I used my other hand to play with her anal plug, pushing it in and out. "Then, tell me, what we just did."
"Draco?" she said, begging, though the effect was a bit distorted by the moan that followed her broken statement. "Please,"
"No, mother," I said, leaning forward to her neck, biting hard enough to leave a permanent mark. "You don't have the option. Tell me, what we just did?"
Narcissa looked indecisive, her hair still in my painful grip, her silence only broken by the occasional moans as I continue playing with her anal plug. "We… fucked…" she managed to say.
"Good mother," I said. "Now, hold your breath."
"What-" she managed to say before I pushed her head into the water, rest of her sentence mixing with the water. She tried to pull up, but with her head forced into the water with my hand, only her bottom managed to rose, presenting me with the perfect opportunity. I didn't waste any time before pushing inside her, earning a mess of bubbles instead of a cry.
I didn't keep her under the water for long. I wanted her to feel like she was drowning, not to actually drown. She rose, her hair sticking to her body as she struggled to catch her breath, all while I continued pumping inside her, pushing her closer to arousal. Then I pushed her down again…