Hey guys-
I got ummm DRUNK LAST NIGHT so I couldn't update twice like I said I would, and for that I AM SORRY. Brace yourselves- lots of dialogue and everything will soon unravel. Thank you for being patient with me <3 Also, a lot fo people don't like my word choices regarding the human body which to me is complete BULLOCKS but I guess I'll change them. If you can't handle words like VAGINA, COCK, MOUNDS, I advise you to DISCONTINUE reading. LOL.
Thank you, and enjoy <3
Without further adieu, I present to you...
P A S S W O R D
lucille granger
12:23 AM
I awaken and immediately notice that I'm wrapped around Draco's tight embrace.
Absently, we'd fallen asleep.
Parched, I wriggle from his strong hold attempting not to wake him up.
I get up from the bed, little to no energy, and tiptoe my way out the room to get a glass of water.
The corridors are cold as always; I need to stop walking around barefoot.
I pass by the portrait of the Malfoys; Draco in the middle, Narcissa grabbing ahold of his hand, and Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy.
The 'battle' between purebloods and those who aren't never made sense to me. It's unnecessary and prejudice.
Lucius' prejudice is what led to all of this, truly.
I speed down the stairs, as the only sounds heard around the manor are tickings of the clocks' hands, and my bare feet pattering against the marble floor.
As I enter the kitchen, I suddenly see Lorenzo pouring himself a cup of tea.
And the thoughts soon seep into my mind.
"Lucille," he speaks softly, in shock of my presence. Lorenzo sets the kettle down and immediately walks up to me, inching closer and closer, "You shouldn't have come back so soon."
I back up, as he continues to step closer.
"Wh-. What?"
"You heard me," Lorenzo blurts frantically, "You shouldn't have come back."
"What do you mean? Why not?" I look up at him as confusion plasters across my face.
"Why did you come back so soon? We-." He turns around, pacing back towards the kitchen island, running his fingers through his bed head with frustration, "Fuck's sake, it was a bad idea for you to come back so soon, Lucille."
I find myself walking towards him as he strays further.
"Because Draco asked that I come back with him? I don't understand what's not clicking-."
"Lucille-." Lorenzo slams his hand on the table, then huffs, "Lucille-. We fucking-. We slept together and then you just show up the next day with Draco as if it didn't happen? Are you mental?"
"Can you not mention it?"
"How am I not supposed to mention it when it was bloody yesterday-."
"Just drop it, Enzo-."
"Drop it? So it meant nothing?"
"That's not what I'm saying-."
"Surely, it is what you're saying-."
"Enzo, please-."
"No!"
We huffed.
Lorenzo's frustration grew as he aggressively picked up his tea, sipped it, then slammed it back down.
Silence.
"We need to tell him," Lorenzo stated.
"Are YOU mental? Did you just hear yourself?"
"I'm aware of what I said-."
"No, I don't think you are, Lorenzo-."
"You seriously can't just sleep next to Draco as if I wasn't fucking inside of you-."
"Lorenzo!" I shouted.
Silence.
He sips his tea again.
Slams it back on the table.
"I don't understand why you couldn't have waited just a couple more days or- or weeks-."
"Lorenzo I don't think YOU understand how difficult it is for me to say no to him," I snapped, "We can't-. We can't tell him, I'm not telling him-."
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, "You're so fucking stupid."
"Excuse me?"
He looked into my eyes.
"I said, 'You're so fucking stupid'," he bickered slowly, "It baffles me how easy you crawl back."
"Are you-. Are you serious? Enzo, him and I lost a child together, a-and he was even poisoned-.
"But you still fucked me."
Silence.
"If we had sex 300 times and Draco still came to me with the truth, I wouldn't even hesitate to come back to him."
"Fucks sake, you're enthralling, truly!" Lorenzo raises his voice.
Silence.
"We're telling him, Luce. We have to tell him-."
"No! We don't have to say anything!"
"Lucille! I-." he stammers with frustration, "I need you to bloody listen for once. I'm not going to let you sleep next to my cousin with a lie-."
"A lie? A lie! How am I lying?"
"We need to tell him what happened!"
"So, what happened?" A mellowed voice responded from abyss.
My heart dropped.
We both turn around to see Blaise standing below the arch entrance.
Oh, thank Merlin.
"What happened?" Blaise interrupted, as he walked towards the fridge groggily.
"Um-. No. Nothing," Lorenzo prattled.
"Why are you both awake? It's almost 1 AM," Blaise croaked as he pulled out a pitcher of water from the fridge.
"I came for water," I responded quickly.
"And I came for tea," Lorenzo added.
"I'll be up on my way, then," I said, as I started walking out the kitchen.
"Lucille," Lorenzo badgered, "You can't avoid this-."
"I know," I spat, "But for now, I can."
I storm out the kitchen, climb up the hasty stairs, down the corridors, and back into Draco's room.
Draco Lucius Malfoy laying on his bed, sleeping peacefully; longing for rest.
I find myself back into his arms, cuddled and restrained.
I'll always find myself back into his arms.
I can't tell him now. Not anytime soon.
But I will.
***
8:12 AM
"Lucille," Draco's voice intrudes my sleep, "Are you awake?"
I bat my eyes open to see Draco staring at me.
"Well, I am now," I responded.
"Good," he boasted, tucking my hair behind my ear, "Are you hungry?"
"Um-. Are you?" I reverted the question back to him.
"A little, yes," he responded.
His eyes confide comfort in mine; the grey piercing orbs soften the more he stares into my eyes.
"Are you alright?" Draco queried.
"I think so," I hesitated, "Are you?"
He huffs.
"I'm just-."
Draco stops.
"Never mind," Draco bantered, "Forget I said anything."
"Draco, you can talk to me-."
"I said never mind," he snarls.
"Draco," I reprimand, "It's okay. You can talk to me. I'm listening," I assure him.
And just like that, his guard slowly withers.
"I'm-. Enraged. I want to-. I want to kill my father. I want to kill Pansy. I want to kill anyone and everyone that-. That um-." he stammers, "That hurt me."
This is good; communication. Communicating.
"Your father and Pansy will get what they deserve, Draco," I assured him.
"I swear if my father ever steps foot in this fucking manor I will-. Fuck. I-. I don't know what I'll do, b-but I know he'll regret it," Draco reprimanded.
"I know he'll regret it, Draco."
"And Pansy-. That little bitch-." Draco seethes.
"I'll handle Pansy," I added.
"You'll handle her, yes," he huffed, "We'll both seek vengeance, Lucille."
"It's a plan."
"It's a plan."
He looked back at me and pecked a kiss on my forehead.
Suddenly, a light knock comes from Draco's door.
Draco stands up from the bed and strides to the door.
Opening it, he greets whoever's on the other side with a "What do you want?"
"Narcissa made breakfast, and it's a lot, so the both of you have to come down," Blaise said.
Draco sighed, then looked back at me.
"Shall we?" He suggested.
I groaned out of exhaustion, and pull myself up the bed.
The three of us walk down the corridor, down the stairs, and into the dining hall.
Immediately, aromas of cinnamon, smoked bacon, sweet hues, and other wafts of bliss hit my nose, making me salivate.
"Lucille!" Narcissa exclaims, as she walks towards me with open arms.
She pulls me into a tight embrace as her scent hits my nose, too.
Sweet citrus, pleasant fruit aroma is what Narcissa smells like- absolutely comforting.
"I'm sorry about Lucius," she whispers, "He's at St. Mungo's after what-. Um-. After what Draco did, so we don't have much to worry about, right now."
We pull away from our hug as guilt riddles her face.
"I-. I made breakfast for you. For all of you, really. Lorenzo told me that you came back and I knew I had to make breakfast immediately," she banters as we find ourselves taking a seat at the dining table.
"Thank you, Narcissa," I spoke, "And as for Lucius-. No need to apologize for him. It isn't your fault."
She gave me a promising smile, then gestured that we take a seat.
Once again, Narcissa sat at the head of the table.
I adore it when she sits at the head of the table; it's where she belongs.
As I sit next to Draco, Blaise finds himself sitting across us; next to Lorenzo.
I glance over Lorenzo, though he doesn't look back.
Instead, he's looking down, at Draco, Narcissa, and Blaise.
He's upset.
You know what? I could care less.
My eyes stride along the table, noticing that there's waffles, bacon, diced fruits, pudding, eggs, hashed potatoes, and much more.
"What time did you come back, mum?" Draco questioned, as he started scooping food on his plate.
"You're eating, mate?" Blaise protruded, as he placed a waffle on his plate, "I'm proud of you, y'know."
Draco scoffs. "Whatever," he said. But he smiles at him.
"I came back around 3AM," she responded, sipping her tea.
I look at Draco as he's immediately devouring the food that he put on his plate.
For Blaise to say that's he proud he's eating makes me proud. Happy, even. Glad.
I place some waffles and a few strips of bacon onto my plate. Pour myself some tea, add some milk.
"So Lucille," Narcissa speaks, "How was your stay at the Weasleys?"
I looked over at Draco who stopped chewing, then continued.
He must've told her.
"It was nice," I responded.
"Though I said it already, I'll say it again. I'm sorry about Lucius-."
"Mum, please." Draco interrupted.
"Narcissa, truly, it's alright. Well, it's not alright, but it isn't your fault," I assured.
"What's his condition right now?" Blaise badgered, cutting his waffle into small pieces like Onyx would.
"Critical, but as of now, I'm not sure," she stammered.
Draco snorts, then clears his throat to play it off.
"Good," he badgers, stabbing a slice of honeydew aggressively, "Should've just killed him right there and then-."
"Draco-."Narcissa says, astoned by his words.
"Mum, you and I both know how much he deserved it."
Narcissa gulped, chuckle slightly to play it off, though she knew how much Lucius deserved it.
And so we ate.
Draco ate the most; hardly even spoke. Waffles, bacon, all kinds of diced fruits.
Narcissa would glance over at him and smile, and I, the same.
"Oi, Malfoy," Blaise blurted, "I bet you two galleons you can't catch this grape in your mouth."
Blaise holds up a green grape, raising his eyebrows.
"I don't need 2 galleons," he mumbled, unphased.
"Lucille," he turns his head to me, "I bet you two gall-."
"Go on then," I respond, "Throw it in the air."
Blaise smirks and throws the grape towards me, and fortunately it popped into my mouth.
"2 galleons, please," I chuckled.
"Malfoy, your turn," Blaise picked up another hand.
"Come on, Draco," Narcissa giggled, "Go on ahead."
Draco huffed.
"This is ridiculous," he bantered, "Throw it."
It's as if Blaise's smile grew wider.
He threw the grape at Draco and he caught it.
Narcissa clapped her little hands in excitement, and Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise.
Just then, loud knocking from the door emits the foyer.
"I'll get it," Lorenzo blurted flatly, immediately getting up from his seat.
He stomps out the dining room, as we all look at each other.
"What crawled up his bum?" Draco sneered, finishing all his food left on the plate.
"I dunno, maybe it's about Luna," Blaise assumed, placing another waffle on his plate.
"Did Luna explain why she just left?" I questioned.
"How do you know Luna left?" Draco asked.
I gulped.
"Um-. Because I haven't seen her around the manor?" I quickly responded.
"Hmm." Draco said, "Well, I have no idea why she left, and I don't care."
"Who is at the door?" Narcissa queried, as she sat up from her chair and strutted towards the foyer.
The three of us sit in silence as we await who's at the door.
Suddenly, we hear shouting from the foyer.
Draco's sudden reflex was to get up from his seat.
Blaise and I the same.
As we speed towards the foyer-.
There she stood.
"Where's Lucius?" Pansy Parkinson raised her voice, looking around.
"Ms. Parkinson, I need to you leave my property-."
"Oh shut it, Narcissa," she snapped.
Suddenly, my blood was boiling.
It was boiling, and I couldn't bare looking at her.
Neither could I look away.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Draco sneered, inching closer to her.
"Did you miss me, Malfoy?" she grinned, as she glanced towards me, "Oh, Lucille Granger. I see you're back..."
"Leave," I seethed.
"You see, Lucille," she bantered, "I can't do that right now," she smiled at Narcissa, "Where's Lucius?"
"Nearly dead," Draco responded, "Now leave."
Out of nowhere, her snarky expression dropped.
"W-. What do you mean nearly dead?"
"I could've finished him, y'know," Draco disparaged, "For what you and my bloody-fuck of a father did to me."
"Oh please, Draco," she muttered, "I mean, didn't you cum out of pleasure?"
Something inside me ignited such anger that I found myself speeding towards her, clenching my fists.
But I couldn't fight.
Instead, I pulled out my wand.
"Crucio."
And there she stood, internally in pain as she collapsed to the ground.
In pain, clearly, but I couldn't care less.
I couldn't.
Watching her suffer, inaudible though screaming, felt good.
But it soon came to a halt as soon as Blaise shifted my arm away from her, as the spell broke.
"Did you not hear her? She said she brought something important!" Blaise shouted.
"I-." I guess I didn't realize; I was too busy making her suffer.
Pansy was panting; she got back up, wincing. She pulled out a rolled parchment and handed it to Narcissa.
"Why don't you go on ahead and find my response and see who you really have to Crucio? I'm going to find Lucius myself," she croaked, as she stormed out the manor immediately, fearing that I'd hurt her again.
I'd kill her.
Lorenzo slammed the door closed as she left and huffed.
"Fucking crazy bitch," he snapped, as he went back to the dining room; unphased.
Narcissa unrolled the parchment and started reading.
"What does it say?" Draco snapped.
She placed her hand over her mouth as tears started rolling down her cheek.
"Mum, what does it-. Fuck's sake," Draco was agitated, so he grabbed the parchment from her hands and read the later.
Anger is soon plastered across his face as he clenches onto the parchment.
"This fucking sick-." He stammered, as he stomped towards Lucius' office.
Narcissa and I followed, as Blaise stayed.
"What are you doing? What did it say?" I frantically questioned, as we barged into his office.
Immediately, Draco starting looking around, opening drawers aggressively, lifting books and papers.
"Looking for the fucking letter that Pansy wrote him," He seethed.
Narcissa started looking as well, as the tears continued to roll down her cheek.
I stood there, unable to do anything but watch.
Draco checked the drawer in Lucius' desk. As he tried to budge it open, it was deemed lock.
"Mum," he bantered, "The password?"
Narcissa stepped towards the desk and took out her wand.
"Um-. I-I don't know the-."
"Try your name, Mum!" He raised his voice.
"Okay, okay," she stammered, "Narcissa," she motioned her wand towards the drawer.
It didn't unlock.
"Fuck," Draco muttered, as he ran his fingers through his hair with frustration.
Why was Pansy so worried about Lucius? Why was she looking for him?
Wait.
"Try Pansy," I suggested.
"What? Lucille that's-."
"Pansy," Narcissa muttered, waving her wand at the drawer.
Click.
Narcissa stared at the drawer in shock, as Draco lightly shoved her aside to open the drawer.
Draco looked through all the parchment in the drawer when he finally pulled a rolled one out.
"Fuck, please be it," he muttered, unrolling the parchment.
Draco's eyes quickly read the parchment.
And he started trembling.
It was difficult to understand what he was feeling, though I knew it was anger among other things.
"What does it say?" I asked anxiously.
Narcissa grabbed the parchment from Draco and read it after him.
And the tears came falling faster.
Her hand was over her mouth once again as she muffled her crying.
"Fuck!" Draco shouted, as he impulsively pushed everything off Lucius' desk; all the items toppled onto the ground.
Narcissa stumbled towards me, handing me the parchment for me to read it.
I was nervous; scared, even.
As she handed me the parchment, she started walking away.
"I-. I'm sorry, Lucille. I c-. I have to-." she stuttered, as she left the office.
Draco broke more things in the office, though I couldn't fully process what was happening around me; instead, I decided to read the letter.
Lucius,
I am impressed. How did you manage to kill Granger's fetus? You never fail to amaze me.
Nonetheless, I will do it.
Will my reward be you and me in bed again?
You and your naughty self... See you at the auction, my love.
With Love,
Pansy Parkinson
Words couldn't describe how much anger and frustration I was feeling at that moment; they couldn't describe Draco's, too.
His yelling and ruckus were muffled to me. I couldn't hear anything.
Just my heart beat beating faster.
Lucius was the reason I miscarried.
Lucius was the reason Draco and I split.
Lucius was the reason about many many things.
Lucius Malfoy.
Absently, a tear, among many many more, started rolling down my cheek.
Draco stormed out the office as I followed automatically.
"Draco," I quivered, "Draco wait."
He stomped upstairs, clenching his fists.
We got to his room as I closed the door.
This is when he lost it.
And all I could do was just-.
Just watch him.
Draco pushed off things from his dresser, and his bedside table.
"I fucking hate him!"
"He ruined everything!"
"He ruined me!"
"He ruined us!"
The screaming soon stopped, and he immediately fell to the ground, crying in the mess that he made.
I was too busy paying attention to Draco that I couldn't even tend to my own needs right now; I had discovered that my pregnancy ended because of Lucius, though I couldn't think about it right now because of Draco.
Instantly, I jolted towards Draco as he was on the ground.
And I grabbed him; holding him tightly in my arms.
And he cried in my arms, asking questions I couldn't even answer.
Questions like "Why would he do this" or "What did I ever do to deserve this".
Draco was shaking; he was in pain.
And it was painful that I couldn't do anything to ease it other than offer my support.
The crying occurred for minutes more.
I kept trying to calm him by running my fingers through his hair, placing kisses on his head, wiping his tears, anything to soothe him.
Soon, the tears and shouting would subside, as he laid all his weight against me, with me sitting on the ground and him in my arms.
His eyes were closed, and it was all just sniffles.
I'd still wipe his tears, kiss his forehead, constantly tell him that "everything is going to be alright, love."
My poor baby is exhausted; and he's hurt.
I didn't care about how I felt right now.
I had him in my arms, awaiting for him to say something.
But no, we were on the ground as he continued sniffling.
"Lucille," he croaked.
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry that we l-lost our baby because of him," he stammered, as his lip quivered.
"We'll-. We'll deal with that later, okay?" I reassured him.
"It's-. It's not right he shouldn't have fucking done that," he seethed, "I want-. I want to fucking kill him, Lucille."
"I do too, Draco-."
"No, you don't understand," he huffed, "He clearly cheated on my mother, too. We don't-. We don't fucking deserve this."
"You're right, Draco, you and her don't des-."
"He messed up my childhood, Lucille," Draco stammered, grasping onto my arms, "He-."
Draco's grey orbs stared into mine, when he suddenly crashed his lips onto mine.
He continued to kiss me, and he tugged at the bottom of my shirt attempting to remove it.
I shoved him off in disgust.
"Draco, no," I snarled, "We can't have sex to cope with our frustrations, Draco. We can't do that anymore."
Draco huffs. He gets up from the ground and paces the room back and forth, fiddling with his rings.
"I-. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Lucille," he stammered.
I got up from the ground and sighed.
"It's okay, Draco. I'm just-. I'm glad you're talking-. I'm glad you're communicating."
He nibbles on his thumbnail nervously.
"C-can I tell you something?"
I gulped.
"Of course," I said, as I sat on the ottoman, "Tell me, Draco."
He took a seat next to me, elbows leaning on his knees.
"I want to fucking kill my father for many reasons," He continued, "And one of them is-. Is ruining my, um-. My childhood."
I nodded, informing him that I was listening.
"When I was 14, he took me and Lorenzo to this-. To this place down Knockturn Alley."
Draco had told me that Lucius took him to a whorehouse.
Draco told me that he had sex with two women in the whorehouse at the ripe age of fourteen.
That his father slapped him for having sex with a 'mudblood'.
That his father told him that women were to tend to their needs during times of distress.
That what sat between a women's legs were theirs.
I was disgusted.
I was disgusted that his shit show of a father had taught him such idealisms.
It all made sense, really.
It made sense as to why Draco is the way that he is,
"I fear being him, Lucille," he gulped, quickly wiping a tear, "I never ever want to be with him, but when I look in the mirror that's all I see."
The tears came rolling back down, and I, the same.
I held him close as he quickly unraveled once more.
"I love you, do you know that?" I told him through my tears. "I love you so much, okay?"
"I love you, too," he stammered, "Do you think I'll be like-. Like Lucius?"
Lucius had broken him so much that he was a mere reflection of him.
But I refuse to paint a portrait that Draco would be Lucius, no.
"I won't let it, Draco. I won't."
*****
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