Matchmaking twins - part 2
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herumtreiberChapter: Confrontation with Lucius
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Characters: Draco/Harry, Fred, George, Lucius, Narcissa, Pansy
Word count: ~1,594
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Established relationship, Mpreg, *Conniving!Lucius and Ginny, flangst, though with the twins who knows...*
Disclaimer: They belong to JK Rowling, not me. This is for mischief's sake, not profit.
Summary: Harry and Draco's relationship takes a new turn when a certain charm fails and Lucius mistakes Draco's intent. The twins will do their part to try to set things right. Lucius gets his comeuppance.
First chapter: The mistake
George hastily took out his wand, preparing to cast a hex at Draco, who just stood there and eyed sadly the spot where Harry had vanished moments ago. He was defenceless against George.
Weasley didn't have time to finish casting the spell, though. Pansy had taken her wand, safely tucked inside the garter beneath her sumptuous dress. She stabbed it at the redhead and a bright purple arc struck George on his chest. Instantly, two wavering tentacles sprouted from his shoulders, growing until they almost reached the length of his arms.
Pansy bent down and kicked George's leg. "Do you think I'll let you repeat what you did to my poor Draco in the train when you all cursed him?"
The blond didn't stand still for long. He turned and narrowed his eyes at Lucius.
"How dare you, father? shouted Draco angrily. "Who gave you the right to dictate my life?"
Lucius was taken aback at the ferocity with which his usually adoring son looked at him. He was at a loss what to say and the silence was broken up by the Malfoy portraits lining the hall. They began muttering angrily amongst themselves.
"Ungrateful brat!" hissed Orcus Malfoy, who was seated regally in a wingback chair, wearing a cloak of finest wool.
"Indeed, my dear," concurred Delphina Malfoy on the next frame. The squat blonde woman looked sharply at Narcissa, waving her delicate ostrich feather fan whilst she muttered, "The tainted Black blood will tell, is what Mother used to say."
Narcissa yelled at the portraits, "Quiet, you lot! Don't you dare say anything against my son!"
Delphina touched the delicate ruff around her neck and sniffed haughtily, "You're mollycoddling your son, my dear, you always did. Lucius should've married Bellatrix like we told him."
Tiburtius Malfoy's portrait laid down his cards. He was losing anyway. He glared at Lucius and said in a rush, "By Merlin's rotting staff, Lucius, do something with your wayward son!"
Draco was glaring at the interfering paintings, his fingers gripping tightly his wand.
"Son, what's the meaning of this?" Lucius said, his nostrils flaring.
"Father, I'm not marrying Pansy, or any girl for that matter. I'll propose to Harry!"
The guests gasped, their eyes swivelling between the elder and younger Malfoy like they were in a tennis match.
"How dare you!" shouted Lucius. He visibly calmed down and continued in his usual nasal drawl, "I know of your… proclivities, Draco, but this is going too far!"
"Lucius, dear…" Narcissa tried to interrupt the confrontation but her husband paid her no mind.
"You need to have an heir that will inherit my wealth." Lucius spread his arms, indicating the luxurious hall. "If you flout our esteemed traditions and refuse to produce an heir, then I might just have to…"
"Disown me?" growled Draco. The corners of his mouth turned upward in his trademark smirk. "Think again, dear father, for you owe me a Life Debt."
Lucius sneered nastily. "I assure you, Draco, that I would remember if I owed you my life. All your life, you've been rather… ineffectual."
"That's telling him, Lucius," said Tiburtius' portrait. "Spoilt brat has been nothing but trouble."
Without another word, Draco swished his wand at the portrait and muttered a spell. A bright orange light shot out of the point of his wand and zoomed towards the painting over the astonished guests. When it touched the troublesome painting, it burst into flames. They shuddered when they heard Tiburtius' shrieks.
Draco glared at the other paintings, waving his wand at them in an arc. "Do you lot have any more advice?"
The men and women in the paintings rushed away so fast, Orcus' chair toppled and Delphina's fan fell to the floor.
"Stop!" roared Lucius. "How dare you act so despicably against our revered ancestors?"
Draco snorted. "They're as obnoxious as you, Lucius." He strode towards the table and moved around, lifting his left foot and putting it on an empty chair. "You doubt the Life Debt? I can provide you a Pensieve memory of your dear Lord."
Draco twirled his wand between his fingers, sneering. "You know, the noseless one whose hem you kissed so eagerly? He threatened to kill you if I didn't do his bidding."
He heard whispers and looked towards George, who was on the floor caressing appraisingly one of his tentacles whilst he muttered, "These babies will come in handy to stir potions!"
Shrugging, Draco turned to scowl at Lucius. "I fulfilled his orders, going through such an ordeal you can't imagine and as a result, your oh-so-loving Lord spared you. The Life Debt remains."
Lucius narrowed his eyes, striding towards the other end of the table where his wife was sat. "I suppose you hold the same threat against your mother."
"Course not," scoffed Draco. He lifted his wand to his forehead and bowed in Narcissa's direction, swirling his wand in a semicircle that joined the two. "Mother, I formally release you of any Life Debt you may owe me."
A bright beam, encompassing all the colours of the rainbow, joined Draco and his mother. Narcissa slumped on the chair, overcome by the magical energy created by the release of the debt.
"And as for you, Lucius," snarled Draco, looking intently at the flushed face of his father. "Stop interfering with my life! I've wanted Potter for a long time and I will have him!"
"Then you've chosen to end the Malfoy line!" growled Lucius. "You little snivelling…"
He couldn't continue because Draco shot a spell at him, stuffing his mouth with a flying piece of breast chicken.
"I've no regard for your words, interfering fool!" said Draco angrily as he walked towards George and Pansy. He smiled briefly at his friend. "Good job, Pans, but I have to take Fred with me. Gotta explain to Harry."
Pansy smirked at the guests who were hurrying out of the hall, shooting fearful glances at Draco.
Meanwhile Lucius was pointing at his mouth, silently begging Narcissa with his eyes to lift the spell but she shook her head. She was looking at Draco and smiling proudly at her son. Turning to Lucius, she daintily took a jug which had Béarnaise sauce and waved it at her glaring husband. "I'm sure this will help you, dear."
Narcissa gently put down the jug and then slapped Lucius so hard, Draco winced in sympathy, remembering Hermione's hook. The chicken breast flew out of the senior Malfoy's mouth and hit Mrs Balston on her shoulder.
Draco prodded George towards the door. "Come on, Fred, we don't have time to waste."
George caressed his right tentacle lovingly. "Ferret, I bet this makes me look quite dashing!"
Draco rolled his eyes, muttering. "Fred, you know I hate it when you call me that."
"I'm Forge," said George.
"Whatever," was Draco's simple reply before they Apparated away from the pandemonium that the fateful gala had become.
oOoOo
In Grimmauld Place, Harry was sobbing. He couldn't believe Draco had been playing with him all along. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach which just grew and grew. He felt so nauseous he knew he was going to throw up. He walked dazedly towards the bathroom but he didn't make it on time. Just outside the Tapestry room, he hurled on the floor the remains of the sandwich he'd had an hour ago.
Harry put his hand on the wall. He was sick at the smell, the situation and everything. As if sensing his distress, Kreacher turned the corner and scowled at the puddle on the floor, his ears flapping angrily.
The elf grabbed his tattered loincloth, looking up at Harry with blue, rheumy eyes the size of golf balls whilst he mumbled low under his breath, "Master is at it again, playing those devious love games with handsome Master Malfoy. As always, it is left to poor, old Kreacher to clean up after him."
The elf conjured a mop and started wiping the floor lackadaisically. With his other hand, Kreacher offered Harry a jug of milk. "Master should drink this. Kreacher is sure it will help with your stomach."
The old elf mumbled despondently, "Young people playing love games have no regard for poor old Kreacher."
Harry drank greedily to wipe the nasty taste from his mouth. The ceramic jug, though, reminded him of the elaborate dinner he tried to crash with such dismal results and Draco's deceit. He angrily took out his wand and swished it around the walls in a circle, ensuring that the wards would not admit Draco anymore.
oOoOo
Outside 12 Grimmauld Place, Draco was rubbing his head. He'd tried to enter but the door had nastily hit him.
"Harry's angry! I've got to explain!" said Draco despairingly.
George's right tentacle smacked his forehead. "Blimey, Malfoy, Gred's right. You've changed!"
"Course I have, Fred," said Draco, "but it's worth nothing if Harry breaks up with me because of bloody Lucius!"
He advanced towards the door but it swayed on its hinges menacingly. Draco backed away and noted the shimmer of the wards beyond the recalcitrant door. He didn't know what could happen if he managed to sneak past the malevolent threshold. Perhaps he'd be turned into a ferret or worse.
"Don't worry," said George. "I'll talk to Harry."
"Fred, please explain everything. When Harry's angry he's daunting." Draco stuck his wand in his pocket and walked away, turning back to look forlornly at Grimmauld whilst George waved his left tentacle jauntily at him before grabbing the door handle.
tbc
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