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Let\'s Call it a Truce	By : LLCoyote Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 9651 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Poter, I make no money off of this. I write for fun. This wonderful series of books is written by the fantastic JK Rowling.

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So I am aware that this story is moving rather slow. In fact sex (well actually rape) will not happen until chapter four. Four should be when the action really starts for this story. Unfortunately when you're introducing a new character I feel the need to make the situation plausible and also to introduce you to the character as well as I can before the action starts. I assure you though this story WILL pick up pace. Sorry for the delay, hang with me. Chapter three is already up and chapter four should only take a few days or less.

Lucius considered throwing his drink in the man's direction. "I beg your pardon?!" He snarled, gripping the empty glass so hard that it shattered. "Lucius!" Narcissa practically barked in surprise. Thick, hot blood was running down his fists yet he only held firmer to the broken shards. "Lucius I dare say this but... you wish to get out of Azkaban? To have your old job back? Millions and billions of galleons at your finger tips? Well... the ministry is willing to offer your freedom, your job, and a considerable cash bonus to you for your son's hand in marriage." Kingsley said stiffly. Lucius was enraged, but at the notion itself and how tempted he was. "Minister I hardly see why you cannot take this up with Draco himself... or more importantly why you are so desperate to have us take part in your petty game." He hissed, finally releasing the shards of glass to the floor and scooting them out with his foot. Kingsley sighed, "Well... Draco refuses to answer any ministry sent owls... and most pureblood marriages are arranged by the parents. Now they will be offering the closest thing they have to a daughter, to a princess, to be married. The tribal shawoman's youngest daughter. Your son would have nothing to be ashamed of by ma-" Lucius cut him off, "Answer my questions!" He demanded lowly, pointing a bloody finger to the minister. "Your family has once had power, respect, and held high position in the wizarding world Mr. Malfoy." Again he interupted, "As have many." Kingsley nodded, "Yes but... not all of them are ex death eaters..." He mumbled. Silence. It encased the room heavily, weighing on them all as they waited for his reaction. "And what... pray tell... does that have to do with anything?" He asked with deadly silence. Kingsley took a deep breath to calm his nerves, "The girl... she was abducted as a child. She was drugged and forced to fight in the pits... killing over 500 men in a year during her matches." Lucius almost spoke but Kinglsey held up a hand, " She is not a willing participant in this ceramony... and her parents acknowledge that force may have to be taken in order to produce an heir... which they require within a year." Again silence filled the room. "I will not send my son to his death and don't you DARE say I've done it before Kingsley, I have paid for my mistakes." He was almost whispering. "She will be powerless to harm anyone. Both her spurs and wings will be taken from her... along with any magic she possesses until Draco deams her fit to not harm him or anyone else. He is safe Lucius... your son is one of the few that can do this and he's most certainly the most desirable." Now the minister was practically begging. "This is still his decision and I demand the ability to speak with him in person about it... alone... with my wife." He said stiffly, pressing his bleeding hand to his shirt. For a moment the minister thought about it, then he released Lucius from his confines, along with his wife and pointed to the floo powerder by the fireplace. "You have 24 hours Mr. Malfoy." He said, but the two were already gone.

Drinking. Drinking and sex. That was about all Draco Malfoy was good for anymore. The house elves didn't dare rear their heads unless called any more. Draco was an angry drunk, usually he took it out on the whores trapsing around the house. Fucking them so hard they'd be brought to screaming and tears. When confronted, he'd simply throw more money their way and tell them, "If you aren't willing to do what I pay you for... you're welcome to leave." He was a twisted man in sex, just as his father, but it seemed as of late it was getting more and more perverse. It was because he was unsatable in his anger. They would scream against him as his hips pushed and thrust, his teeth bared and his brow knitted fitfully together. He would scream with her, a way of reminding her he was there and couldn't be drowned out. That was the whole point of sex for him, besides the extacy, he was just tried of being so fucking alone.

The woman currently occupying the space between his legs was not happy... but neither was he so it all worked out in the end. It couldn't have been past eight in the morning and he had woken up to a splitting head ache and the same damned nightmare he lived every day. His mother wasn't here, she was rotting in prison. His father wasn't here either and while he actually deserved to serve time in Azkaban 3 years was enough. Crabe was dead. His name was muddier than the muddiest mudblood. OH yes! And to top it all off Draco Malfoy was a raging drunk who often woke up smelling firewhiskey in the air. An angry, yet cool in apperance drunk man he was... but did that make it any less pathetic? That he could condone himself civily in public but be shit faced off his ass? He grunted and slammed his hips hard against her thin frail ones, the whimper of pain from her didn't slow him down. This was how she'd woken up. To the feeling of Draco pummling her. Every thrust gained grunts and moans, it hurt but never too much so that she didn't love it. Draco practically snarled and knitted his brow together. He came far too soon for his liking and was about to start again when the private floo in the other room flared up. He frowned and pulled a robe over himself. "Get dressed and leave." Were his only words to the prostitue in his bed. She reluctantly obeyed.

Rounding the corner Draco gasped. "Krimker!" He shouted for an elf, "I'm hallusinating! I've gone bleeding mad!" The tiny elf popped up at the same time Narcissa started to speak. "It's real darling... We're here." His mother's voice made him want to melt with fondness. It was rarely harsh with him. It was almost always like this, gentle and airy. "Master Draco, Krimker sees thems too." He said timidly. At that news Draco shot toward his mother and grabbed her in a feirce hug. "Draco Lucius Malfoy! You're naked underneathe these robes!" She half chided and half joked with him. Getting the point he awkwardly removed himself from his mother and turned his cool eyes to his dad. "Father." He said with a curt nod. Normally Lucius wasn't a touchy man, esspecially not with his son in his birthday suit... but he couldn't help but clasp a hand to his shoulder. Draco smiled, their realationship was rocky... but he loved and admired this man greatly. "What happened? Did you escape? How much time do we have to get you some where they can't find?" He rushed out, walking briskly back to his room as he spoke and tossing on his robes carelessly. His mother followed behind him and swatted his hand, "Green with red?" She said pointing to his choice of 'crisis clothing' "Draco Malfoy even in panic, I taught you better." Forcefully she started to tug at his waist coat. "Mother we have no time!" He admonished. "24 hours actually and if you'd settle down boy your mother and I could explain." His father said, motioning for him to take a seat.

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"So let me get this straight, the ministry wants me to marry this chick, that isn't even HUMAN in return for your freedom... and only because they think I'm scummy enough to rape a woman? Bloody lovely." He hissed, reaching for the drink his mother had poured him. "Draco darling please, this is your life. Azkaban isn't... that bad is it Lucius?" She practically begged her husband to agree with her. It was a fruitless lie. "Mum... look at yourself in the mirror. You look sick and tired... of course it's that bad." He didn't raise his voice to her, and he never would. She was his mother and unless she did something insanely terrible he would show her nothing but the upmost respect. "Sweet heart this is your life. You don't have to tie yourself to some woman you don't even know for our sakes...tell him Lucius." Her hand tugged at the itchy cotton sleeve of her husband. The tall blonde nodded stiffly, "I'm not particularly happy with the request myself. This isn't our decision to make and it isn't my place to ask you to decide... but I have to. I have to ask because I don't want your mother in that place anymore..." "Lucius!" She hissed, wacking at his arm lightly. Draco twisted his lips and leveled his gaze. He hadn' really expected to ever get married. Oh sure, when he was a child, even a teen, he thought that he would marry. Only because that is how life went. You got older, you had sex, you fall in love, settle down, marry, and have babies. That was the ingrediants for a nice little happily ever after. He most certainly never imagined having to marry out of duty, out of devotion to his mother and father. He didn't ever think that the woman in his bed would not be human or even worse... unwilling. Draco had never in his life raped a woman. The women jumped into his bed like grasshopers from blade to blade of grass. The thought of even one of them begging him NOT to keep going made his stomach flip... but this was his mum. She was sick. He could so clearly see it. His father would at least survive in prison while his mum may not live to see another year if she got worse off. With a locked and determinded jaw he fixed his gaze on his mother gently. "Krimker... get rid of the ladies down stairs, it appears I'm afianced" He said with a smirk... he hoped to merlin she wouldn't be ugly.

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Being plesent in the face of adversity was practically a breed in skill of a Malfoy. Even now, sitting in a room covered in smoke, across from an old lumbering tribesman, the family sat straight and smiled through their sour disposition. It had been a week since Draco agreed to help his parents and marry. The tribesman asked for some time to get everything ready and the Malfoys would attend a "bonding cerimony" that was basically be a marriage on this very day. Yet, there was no woman to be seen, there was no gathering of people,They weren't even in a house! It was a bleeding cave burrowed into a volcano. On a tropical island some where off of the Mexican coast

The minister himself sat stiffly by the family, who looked very over dressed in the situation. They wore flashy and traditional dress robes... and the tribesman wore a large gold ring around his waist, that tappered into a garment not much more than a towel. It was red, blue, and purple, the tip of it only touched the bottom his his knees, and the gold band at the top was thick and worn... could he even take it off? Draco resisted the urge to snarl his nose up. He really hoped not. The man was... large, with skin that was tan and wrinkled yet thick as leather. Two long ebony horns stuck out from his head, along with a bull's tail coming from his rump. The oddest thing about him was the tribal marking above his left eye. It was two purple dots, one on each side right below the brow, the one near the corner of his eye was longer and underneath the eye a long U shape made it look like a winking smiley face. This did nothing to soothe Draco's worry about his new bride. Yup, she was going to be disgusting. He'd have to polyjuice her just to fuck her!

Finally he was fed up with it all, "I was under the impression I came here to get married, not to get cancer from your second hand smoke." He said cooly, his gaze landing firmly on the tribesman. His mother pinched him hard on the leg, but said nothing. However the tribesman chuckled loudly. "I was wondering when you'd ask... and this smoke can't hurt you boy." He said softly, as if he were in no hurry... and be may not have been. "Ask? You knew what we came here for!" He bit moodily. The man shrugged, "We work on our own time here... I was waiting for you to be ready. No rush." When he made a move to sit Draco and his parents stood. "No no! We... I mean I am ready." He rushed to speak before the man sat. In mid-squat he looked up at Draco and nodded, a large hand waving them on behind him.

His mother grasped his hand and squeezed it as they walked. It had only been a few days out of Azkaban and she was looking a bit better. The medi-witch had said she was seriously ill but wouldn't tell Draco what was wrong. She was permited to leave the manor for this only but for the most part his mother was confined to bed. Though she still stubornly roamed the house when father wasn't there to enforce disapline. Draco could only ask, the heirarchy of the family went, Lucius, Narcissa, and then Draco. Only her husband had a right to punish her and keep her in line... like any good man should. It was something Draco dreaded. His mother had always hated being punished, but improved afterward. Draco was a disaplined man, as taught by his father, but he wasn't particularly fond of dishing out punishments that weren't... wanted. The women in his bed usually submitted to his desires and he'd been praying Merlin would take pity on him and make her submit willingly too. Otherwise not only punishments would be frequent and painful, but simple things and rewards would become difficult."Draco darling you're going to break my hand if you don't relax." His mother whispered, lightly tapping the skin of his thumb with her index finger. He quickly released his death grip and stepped away from his mother as they exited the base of the volcano they had been in... that was when he saw her.
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