Rating:
R
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Harry Potter Lucius Malfoy
Genres:
Drama Horror
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
Stats:
Published: 07/11/2003
Updated: 07/11/2003
Words: 1,356
Chapters: 1
Hits: 1,567

Come Undone

Abaddon

Story Summary:
The secrets of Malfoy Manor do not easily give themselves up. [Harry/Draco, Harry/Lucius]

Posted:
07/11/2003
Hits:
1,567
Author's Note:
Written for Rube. Thankyou to Jess for the beta!


come undone.

When Draco Malfoy first brought his boyfriend over to Malfoy Manor, his father was watching. He did not speak as Draco and Harry tripped up the entrance hall, although they could clearly see him watching from above, and he glided through an archway and out of sight without any sound. For the days they spent at the Manor, Lucius was a ghostly, almost surreal presence. They never spoke to him, or heard from him. Following the War, and Lucius' own guilt proven by trial, he had been stripped of all titles and possessions. These had been passed to Draco, and he decided to let his father stay in what was once his demesne. The boys were both eighteen now, and had all the legal rights that age encompassed.

Draco Malfoy was Lord of the Manor now. Lucius stayed at his son's pleasure alone. As far as could be reported, he was fed adequately, and took the care of himself that might be expected. He refused all contact utterly, however, and would not reply to owls or any other form of communication. If pushed, he would simply retreat, and there were numerous chambers and hidden rooms in which to do so. Malfoy Manor was like a maze, and Draco did not know all its secrets.

Indeed, if Draco had known, he would have taken far greater precautions than he did. For in addition to the rooms and chambers, there were many secret passages which allowed access from one part of the Manor to another, discreetly. And many of these passages contained vantage points from which one could look out unobserved.

And so the first time Draco Malfoy took his lover in his own bed, his father watched through the wall length mirror that was set into the wall of Draco's bedroom, Lucius' breathing quickened by the sight of Harry writhing under Draco's touch, the sound of the moans that poured from the Boy Who Lived as Lucius' own son made love to him. Before it was over, Lucius resolved to watch all he could, and wait for a time more appropriate to his purposes.

Such a time came roughly one month later, when Harry was called to London for the day, on Ministry business. Lucius had been watching their lovemaking all this time, and their interaction. He had learnt much, and his hunger for Harry had grown beyond all belief. His plan had first been put into action when he had ransacked the dungeons for supplies - not that Draco would notice - and set himself up in one of the numerous secret chambers that now provided him with sanctuary. It was a relatively easy matter to light a cauldron and get to work.

But now was time for action, and so he strode forth from one of his concealed entrances to confront his son. Draco barely had time to register his shock before Lucius had him in a full body-bind, and carted him over his shoulder and back into the hidden passageway, the sound of grating stone the only clue as to his arrival or departure. It was easy to dump his son like a sack of flesh across a chair, easier still to remove his clothes, as the boy lay unresisting. Even his eyes didn't move, but oh, how they screamed. Despite the dissociation of will from body, Lucius found that his son was still responsive sexually - and held a beaker in place so that when he climaxed from the handjob Lucius gave him, the result was caught by the beaker. Lucius delved with nimble fingers to capture one of Draco's pale blond hairs - and pull it out from his head. Then he sat himself down in a chair opposite Draco and waited out the day, watching as the cauldron a short step away simmered gently over an open flame.

When Harry returned, and didn't find Draco at any of the rooms, naturally, his first impulse was to call out. That gave Lucius warning, and he poured some of the liquid from the cauldron into a clean cup, and in turn, added the hair and semen. Polyjuice required only the hair, but Draco's own seed gave it an added efficacy. And surely, Lucius needed all the help he could get. Once it had turned silver and cooled, he drank it down quickly, wincing at the taste and shivered as the change washed over him, and he looked down at his new form: that of his son. Smirking in an all too familiar way, Lucius - no, he remembered, he must think of himself now always as Draco - dressed himself in his borrowed robes, and sauntered out of the nearest passageway into the Manor proper, and captured Harry's lips with his as Harry turned to face him.

Later, they were curled up in Draco's bed, Harry cradled by that form he knew so well. "That was...the best ever," he murmured, and sighly softly into the sheets. His lover, agreeing, excused himself and padded into the bathroom, taking a gulp from the beaker that lay there. The youthful form he now possessed was not without advantages, and combined with his experience in lovemaking he had proved that the artifice was better than any reality Harry had ever known. But Lucius knew his son, and had watched him around Harry for this past month, and above all things, Lucius was used to putting on a facade.

In the following days, he experimented with the potion in order to make it longer lasting, with some success, stretching it's time period out to seven or so hours eventually. And every morning and every night he would pad up the cold stone steps of the secluded passages, and force feed the prisoner they held whilst he was under Imperius, and perform the necessary absolutions - semen and hair - required to make the polyjuice potent.

Harry didn't seem to notice any change in his lover's mood or demeanour - and as the sex was better than ever, he was more inclined towards him, more dependent, and his lover used that. Draco trained Harry, played him in a way that decreased Harry's own self-worth, and increased his need towards Draco, almost turning him into a pet. He no longer thought of himself as Lucius, but rather Draco, and in that his dissociation was complete. Was he not a better lover than he who had been replaced? Did Harry not fawn on him ever moreso that he ever had the original? In truth, the new Draco began to think of himself as the correct one, the more deserving. This had been fated, to take Draco's place, to live his life, and to do it far better than he ever could.

And every night and every day, they made love, or fucked at least once, and Draco was much inclined to whimper at the feel of Harry's tongue upon his maleness, which was his personal favourite. And all the time Draco arranged it so that the majority of times they indulged in such physical pleasure, they did so in full view of the large mirror that hung upon Draco's bedroom wall, and in view of the captive who was seated behind it, and could only but watch.

Many years they spent together, and the charade continued, until finally, as even great men must pass on, they both died. The Manor was taken into trust by the National Heritage, and a hundred years later, the secrets of its passages were finally discovered.

Overlooking a portal that allowed viewing into one of the main bedrooms of the household, they found a withered old corpse, dry with age, the blond hair still stuck in tufts across the grey skin. It was worked out via post mortem that the deceased had died of starvation, the same age as the house's more famous occupants, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, but as for who he was that could not be determined. The anonymous corpse was given a brief funeral as required by law, and cremated, the ashes scattered to the four winds; unloved, unmarked, unknown.