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Blood and Vows	By : MJurjevic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 38654 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Blood and Vows by nagandsev

A/N: The following is a response written for a prompt challenge by star_girl: 'It's no coincidence that Scorpius Malfoy looks so much like his "grandad". Shame almost befalls the Malfoy name when Draco is revealed to be infertile. So up steps Lucius —after all: 'The pureblood lineage must continue... at any cost..." Thank you for the *nudge*, guidance & beta work, mentor & inspiration: star_girl!

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Chapter One: To Sire an Heir

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"So... the Boy-Who-Lived, who has already sired his first offspring," hissed Lucius, "has yet another one on the way? Another hot bun in that fecund Weasley oven?"

The tense silence pervaded around the dining table of Malfoy Manor.

"Yes, the news is not surprising, when one takes in regard his spouse," continued Lucius, silvery-grey eyes glinting with barely controlled anger.

Narcissa blinked blandly. Draco squeezed his napkin tightly in his fist, and his wife could only stare numbly at her uneaten meal.

"The Weasleys have always bred like rabbits," sneered Lucius caustically. "Whereas the Greengrass' have not." Lucius gave a portentuous look at his niece Astoria Malfoy, neé Greengrass, sitting to his left.

"Father, don't start," warned Draco, clenching his teeth, and gave a darting glance between his wife and father.

"Don't what?" snapped Lucius. "What can I not do in my own home?"

"I shall retire for the evening," announced Astoria quietly, rising and placing her napkin gently down. She gave a slight nod to Narcissa, and a pained look to Draco, but could not bring herself to meet Lucius' icy steel eyes, only turning for the briefest second in his direction before turning away and ascending up the black marble stairway.

On the first floor landing, upset and confused, Astoria leaned against the cool, dark stone wall and listened to the explosive accusations from below, resounding in the high ceilings and murky, hallowed hallways of the manor.

"Must you? Can't we get through one evening without your remarks?" demanded Draco, incensed.

"It seems my second time in Azkaban hasn't been wasted. In my absence, you've found your voice at last, haven't you, Draco? Your marriage has made a real man of you, hasn't it?" jeered Lucius, callously.

Draco gritted his teeth, attempting to control his temper. His father had only been released a month ago, and they were all still adapting to Lucius' readjustment not only to his life in the post-war world, but to all of their new lives.

During Lucius' second imprisonment, Draco and Astoria had wedded and they had begun careers in the Ministry of Magic. Draco worked as a liason consultant between the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Auror's division, and the Department of International Magical Control. Astoria was on a supervisory committee handling Potions ristrictions in the Department for the Regulations and Control of Magical Properties, which allowed her to perform her own research and developments, testing and working from home half of the time.

Even Narcissa had founded a philanthropic project via Draco for victims of former Death Eater's attacks and inflictions. Ministerially approved, her charity work entailed and enabled her to travel and make speeches, reaching out to the families and individuals still effected from the war, allowing her to start a new life and reinvent herself. She showed the public what they wished to see from the reformed pureblood posterwitch. Narcissa knew well that appearances meant everything, regardless of what was underneath. Being the pureblood spokesperson, representing and healing former taboo issues such as blood status, which had been rendered illegal by Minsterial decree, enabled her to better the Malfoy and Black names and rebuild anew their reputation within the wizarding community. Again, on the surface. It would be enough.

But now, Lucius was back. Demanding that his world, and control of it, be the same as it ever was. Old habits die hard.

As Draco held his father's gaze, he challenged, "Astoria has done nothing to deserve your—"

"Exactly, she hasn't done anything!" Lucius interrupted fiercely. "Birthing an heir would be something of noteworthy praise. A grandson, specifically, would insure a familial embracement on many levels. But, alas..." Caustically, Lucius pointed out, "She either doesn't wish to spoil that sweet figure of hers with pregnancy and childbirth, or..." Lucius raised his eyebrow in cool disdain, "she's thicker than I thought, not knowing her pureblood obligations. Neither is good. Neither is acceptable."

"She knows her obligations, Father. She knows them well." Draco's jaw clenched from tension. "And she's not... not like that."

"Not like what?" enquired the elder Malfoy, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Astoria wants a child more than anything, at any cost. She's not shallow, nor trivial. She's not Daphne."

"Yes, her sister is quite the selfish little tart, isn't she?" Lucius gave a theatrical sigh. "I suppose we're rather the fortunate ones with our prim, barren little Greengrass."

Scornfully, Lucius rubbed it in. "You would choose the more slower of your cousins to marry; Daphne was always the cleverer, more exciting of the two. Experienced. Pity you got the callow one. But that's what we get with your impulsive actions, not waiting— the shorter end of the bargain."

"We've known each other our whole lives, cared for each other–"

"Don't," cut off Lucius. "Don't incite me further with sentimental dribble."

Draco glared at his father. When the Malfoys had fallen from grace, it had been Astoria who had visited Draco. When shunned by former peers, it had been Astoria who courageously, proudly walked by his side; she was there for him when no others were: helping him slowly be introduced back into society, discovering how to appreciate the sunlight, the peace and quiet, in her lovely garden of intoxicating plants and flowers. She had given him the tenderness, love and affection he had been starving for.

Draco adored her and relished his new found life with her by his side, his vowed companion. And Lucius would not take that away from him. Ever.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't–" Suddenly, Draco couldn't continue. His left hand trembled involuntarily, and a wave of anxiety rendered him speechless. He jolted up, throwing his napkin in his plate, pushing his chair back abruptly to make way to leave and go comfort Astoria.

"The results of your tests?" hissed Lucius, stopping Draco in his tracks. He trepidly turned back to face his livid father. "Astoria's? Well? Is she or is she not infertile?"

Narcissa also stared at Draco, expectantly.

"Answer me!" demanded Lucius.

Draco bit his inner cheeks. Even though Lucius had only been home a month, the second internment of Azkaban had added an even harder, more unstable, pernicious edge to him than before.

"The first tests confirmed that she is... fertile."

Lucius features softened slightly, a twinkle in his eyes. It spurred Draco on further. He revealed, "She's fine. The specialists say we just need time. Time and a stress-free environment." Draco implored bitterly, "Do you think you could help us, Father? Stop pressuring Astoria? She needs relaxation and support, not constant accusations and persecution. No wonder she can't conceive with you constantly harassing her – us, every bloody day!"

"Oh, I see. It's my fault, is it?" An odd leer crossed Lucius' features. "My responsibility, then?"

Draco plopped down into his chair again, drained.

Narcissa had risen and crossed over to him, laying her protective hands on his shoulder, caressing and soothing him. "There, there, Draco. All will be well." Casting a cold gaze on Lucius, she declared, "That will be enough for this evening!"

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Unable to bear eavesdropping further, Astoria fled to her chamber. Once inside, she flung herself onto the grande four-postered bed.

Disorientated and conflicted, Astoria tried to piece together the string of events which had erupted since yesterday. A volatile sequence of overlapping needs, catalytic happenings, beyond her wildest imaginings.

Lucius had initiated and accelerated a primal carnal reaction within her, ricochetting her into responding to him; the activator which had permanently changed her. Marked her. Made her crave him on the uttermost salacious, primordial level.

Throughout her childhood, her uncle had always been distant, aloof... intimidatingly ostentatious. Even when on holiday occasions or family gatherings, he had always been ceremonially proper, as well as materialistically generous, Astoria had nevertheless felt self-conscious around him.

Her precocious sister, Daphne, had always teased their uncle Lucius about how when she grew up, she wished to marry such a handsome, pureblood wizard as he. Lucius had only smiled smugly, flattered, but when his well-defined gaze fell on Astoria, she could not hold it, let alone utter anything clever or ingratiating and, blushing, would always turn away, tongue-tied.

In turn, her cousin Draco and she could always spend hours comfortably together in their sheltered, secluded lives: holding hands, endlessly chatting and amiably exploring their magical skills. At times, they just enjoyed being with each other and away from the supercilious demanding pressures of either's family. Her most cherished memories had been these hours upon hours at each other's manors that they spent together alone. As long as she could remember, upon arriving at either one's respective family visits, they would immediately sneak away and, casting spells around their secret hideaways, stow away for hours, hiding in wardrobes, underneath sumptuous duvets or breaking into secret, forbidden rooms. But as they grew nearer adolescence, they're activities changed from exploring forbidden spaces and playfully casting spells to exploring each other.

Astoria's first sexual awakenings had come about from her clandestine, pubescent experiences with Draco.

This had come to an abrupt stop one day when Lucius had discovered the two heavy petting inside a massive armoire in one of his private inner chambers.

Lucius had purred, 'It's perfectly natural, perfectly normal. It's not forbidden, nor taboo; in fact, these things are to be encouraged between and within our families, Draco and Astoria. The old, pureblood ways... Eyeing his blushing neice up-and-down, he added smugly, But your mother would wish for you to wait until of age before irretrievably giving yourself to your cousin, yes? No need to fret, my dear. We'll keep this to ourselves. Our little secret, Astoria.'

After this hushed-up event, the mutual family visits between the families became rarer and rarer, eventually stopping with the culmination of her uncle's first imprisonment at Azkaban during the second rise of Voldemort.

That was a devasting year for their families, and for Astoria personally. Draco entered his sixth-year at Hogwarts cold and aloof to her; any former affections he ceased to display, and instead, he withdrew from her emotionaly. It had frightened her: Draco's abrupt change. She felt she had lost him by some unknown force beyond her control. I want to understand! I want to hear from his own lips what has happened!

Unable to bear his distance and coldness any longer, Astoria resolved to confront and confess her feelings and fears to Draco; she realised she was utterly consumed with pity, compassion and love for her cousin. His pain is my pain.

Having discreetly watched his secretive, after curfew habitude, she sneaked out of Slytherin and, unbeknownst, followed him late one night. She was determined to confess to him her feelings, realising she would burst unless he knew. Putting an Invisibility Charm on herself, she stealthily pursued him. Proceeding silently, she found herself halting several feet behind Draco as he stopped and concentrated his energy at the massive, murky wall on the seventh floor of the great castle. To her surprise, a doorway appeared, and as Draco opened it, a shock ran through her as she heard him ask, "Coming with me, Astoria?"

She gasped and took the Charm off her. Draco held the door open, patiently waiting for her to enter before him. Her cheeks burned red, and she whispered, "Yes."

As they entered the Room of Requirement, she awkwardly began, "I'm sorry, Draco, I followed you because I must tell you something. Something—"

Her words were cut short by his hot searching mouth upon hers, slamming her roughly up against the wall, pressing his sinewy, muscular body against her. In between his searing wet kisses that were making their path down her throat to her arching breasts, his hot breath felt burning through her fabric, Draco heatedly whispered, "I know, I know." She felt his eager, strong fingers knead deeply into and urgently massage her buttocks whilst pressing the hardness of his arousal up and around her Venus mound, dry humping her. She could feel his cock's heat through her clothing, and knew that she wanted it inside her.

She wanted Draco inside her; their union to be whole. It would be an unspoken trothplight. Draco will be mine...

And so she gave herself to him that night.

A low firm bed had appeared and Draco had guided her impatiently down on it, not waiting for any preliminary heavypetting, he had roughly stripped himself of his shirt, his Death Eater's mark pulsing on his left forearm. As Astoria stared at it mesmerised, she heard and felt Draco jerking his trousers open and pushing them down. A hushed silence except for his heavy, exigent breathing, and the moment by moment abandoned excitement swelling inside her, causing soft grunts of expectation as Draco pulled up her skirt and spasmodically yanked her knickers down, jerking them excitedly off her booted feet. He paused momentarily, staring at her unveiled, glistening sex. "Astoria... Astoria..."

She laid panting in anticipation. Bending over and half-leaning his torso on her, he spread her legs wider open with his knees, and took one of her hands. "Touch me, Astoria. Feel me." He guided her to his noteable, burning cock, and with his hand firmly enclosed around hers, he showed her how to stroke him, how to squeeze him harder and faster, through his gasping and groaning. As Draco scrunched his eyes tight, grimacing, he tightly gripped and pinned her wrist to the side. He now laid on her, his body tense and gleaming with aroused sweat. With an angry growl he released her wrist and grabbed his cock, firmly placing it at her opening.

He pushed his burning tip inside her lush, glistening slit. As her high pitched moan caught his attention, he lunged his lips on her whimpering mouth, and with an angry grunt thrusted his member inside her, ripping through her hymenal membrane, pushing to encase himself deep within her - to the hilt, where he proceeded to drive his cock in and out of her in wild abandonment until his feral gasp, a painful released cry, resounded as he came inside her.

How long ago that all seemed. I was so young, so naive thinking that giving myself to him would help, that that would solve everything; Draco was so messed up...I was so presumptuous...

Going back to her present ruminations, Astoria grabbed a pillow and held it tight, mulling over and over all the sudden interactions with not Draco but those of the other Malfoy. Her body ached. But moreover, her head throbbed as flashes of her uncle Lucius' caresses, kisses, and his cock pounding into her, which had caused her to soar into an orgasmic oblivion previously unknown, flitted through her mind like a pornographic movie.

Yes, she wanted more.

She trembled, and then stretched out, lying languorously across her bed.

Astoria stared searchingly at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling above the bed. She was in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, both carnal and contritional, as she reflected on how Lucius and her clandestine, unsavoury relations had come about.

Torn between conflicting emotions, her love and – until yesterday – fidelity to Draco against her gnawing guilt but unleashed, hungry desire for his father, her uncle, Lucius.

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