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Title: Love Hurts Trilogy�Part 2: Love Wounds

Email: tirel@pcut.cut.com

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Author: Constant Vigilance

Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God. I own nothing.

Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby�s
going.

Spoilers: Book Five.

Summary: Love according to
Lucius Malfoy.

Pairing: Draco/Narcissa

Warnings: Incest, non con, necrophilia, mental mindfucking

Narcissa Malfoy smiled sweetly.
�Hello, baby,� she called softly. �I�ve missed you.� Draco swallowed hard. He
could hear the noisy sound reverberate in his ears and he wondered what sound
vomiting would make in ears that seemed to capture every sound and amplify it.
And vomit he knew he would, for his mother moved into the circle of light.

Draco always thought his mother
the most beautiful woman ever to grace the earth. Most people thought
similarly. She was gorgeous with her slim figure, her shining gold hair, and
her brilliant blue eyes. She was cool and dignified, reserved and regal. Yet,
to Draco, she was loving and kind. She always had a genuine smile for her only
son. She loved him more than anything else in the world and her every action
showed that.

Indeed, it was her love for Draco
that led to her destruction. She defied everyththatthat made up a Malfoy when
she realized that her precious son was destined to live under the oppressive
stranglehold of her husband�s master. She sold Lucius out. She gave vital
information over to Dumbledore in return for the promise that Draco would be
free, would be safe, and would never belong to Voldemort.

Needless to say, Lucius didn�t
approve. That was the first time Draco ever saw Avada Kedavra. His soul
silently froze as he watched his beautiful, loving mother fall to the
unforgiving floor. And yet, here she was�back once again. Yet, Draco feared
that she had forever lost her claim to the most beautiful woman. As she moved
into the room, Draco wanted to cry.

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In life, Narcissa would never have
been caught wearing the lingerie that adorned her body. She would never have
condoned looking like a whore. And yet there she stood, clad in a shimmering,
low-cut, blue satin corset, cream-colored silk stockings, high-heeled strappy
shoes and a garter belt made of the same blue satin as her corset.

It would have been stunning, had
Narcissa not been falling apart�literally.

The corset pressed her breasts up
causing the bloated and mottled skin, with no place else to go, to press up and
over the wired material. The soft, creamy stockings appeared to do more towards
holding the flesh of her legs in place than they did in accentuating their
beauty. Draco could see where whoever had dressed her had poked a nail through
the silk. Bits of her flesh protruded sickeningly through the tiny holes,
making her legs look as though they had deformed boils along their length.

He followed the wretched sight
down to her slender ankles and tiny feet. And felt the gorge rise in his
throat. Wherever Lucius had kept her, obviously had not been as protected as it
should have been. Rats had been at her feet. Her toes were chewed down to
nothing, causing her to walk in a strange clomping way, as she had nothing on
her lower extremities to keep her balanced.

The garter belt sank into her
hips,tledtled purple. In some still-calm part of Draco�s mind, he recognized
that the coloring of her backside meant that she�d died laying flat. The blood
in her body had pooled to the lowest point in her body, giving a hideous purple
counterpoint to the rest of her milk white skin. And the fact that she wore no
panties accentuated that fact.

His eyes shot away from the golden
vee of curls between her legs and he flushed with embarrassment at having
witnessed his angelic mother�s private parts. Unfortunately, that only allowed
him to focus on her head. The long, golden hair he so loved to wrap around his
fingers as a child was dull and dirty. Great patches were torn from her head
and it looked as though the rats that had nibbled her toes had chosen to live
in her hair.

Her skin was graying and looked
slightly wet. The only thing that looked like his mother was her bright blue
eyes. Eyes that still looked at him with love�even in death.

�What�s wrong, baby?�

He shivered. The voice was the
same. Death had not diminished the clear bell-like tones of his mother�s voice.
And somehow, that was the most horrible part.

�Draco, love? Aren�t you happy to
see me?� There was hurt in that voice. Hurt that a part of Draco responded to,
even knowing the truth of the matter.

�Of course I�m happy to see you,
Mama,� he whispered, forcing himself to look into her eyes. �I�ve missed you
too.�

Narcissa smiled hugely and moved
forward. �I�m so glad, my son.� She knelt at his side and reached out to touch
his cheek. �I love you.�

Draco flinched away automatically
but stopped his retreat at the kicked look on his mother�s face. �Draco?� she
asked, confused. �Please, what�s wrong? I love you. I just want to be with
you.� She leaned in closer, her words causing cold puffs of air on Draco�s skin.
�Please, my sweet boy. Please, touch me? Hold me? Make me feel again, Draco.
I�ve been so cold for so long. I don�t understand why.�

His mother would never have done
this. Rationally, he knew that. His mother was not incestuous. His mother was
not a whore. There had to be some kind of magic compelling her to act this way.
This was not his mother, and yet�and yet it was. Her delicate fragility was
still there. Her need to love and be loved in return. And that was the part
that burned Draco�s soul.

�Maman,� he whispered. �You�re
cold because you�re dead,� he stated plainly, hoping that she would just go
away.

What she did�was begin to cry. The
dead have no tears to shed, but they haven�t forgotten how. Draco could tell
that if his mother had the fluids left in her body to weep, she would. Her face
scrunched up and her eyes looked mournfully down at him. �Please,� she
whimpered. �Please, don�t say that. It�s not t Why Why are you trying to hurt
me, Draco? Don�t you love me? Don�t you think I�m pretty?�

felt as though he were drifting away from reality. He didn�t know what was
worse: that his mother was back from the dead and sucking him off, or that she
was sucking him off and he was getting hard regardless of his untold
mortification.

Just as he thought he might have
the strength to fling her away, she stopped and smiled up at him again. His relief
was short lived as she swung a leg over his own and straddled him. She picked
up his limp hands and wove them into her once-silken hair. ~Ah~ he wanted to
cry, ~she remembers too. ~ The connection to his childhood memory of his mother
was too much and he snatched his hands back. His gorge rose once again as he
took in the clumps of hair trapped around knu knuckles at the action.

Narcissa just smiled and leaned
into him. She commenced to rub her crotch against the underside of his
erection, trapping it between their stomachs. �Je t�aime, Draco,� (I love you,
Draco) she purred into his ear. He moaned again, wanting to wake up from this
nightmare. Narcissa just pressed against him harder. So hard that he heard a
sickening, squelchy �pop�.

He didn�t want to look. He prayed
that he was wrong. He offered his soul to whatever demon placed him in this
predicament if what he�d heard just wasn�t true�but in the end, he looked. His
hardened cock had proven to be stronger than Narcissa�s rotting flesh. He could
see the purple of his cock partially hidden by the gray flesh it was sunk
into�the grleshlesh of his mother�s stomach.

As he slammed his head back
against the rock wall, trying to make his vision swim back into focus, he heard
Narcissa�s tinkling laugh. She continued thrusting against him, raking the head
of his cock against the bony edge of her ribcage.

He began hitting his head against
the wall, trying to distract himself from the notion that even cold and dead
muscle feels like velvet against one�s cock. She pulled away from him, his cock
making a slurping sound as it dragged out of her body. Another sly grin should
have told him what was next, but he was too out of it to recognize the warning.

She moved her body down slightly
and impaled herself on her son�s cock. She moaned slightly and began riding
him. Strangely, Draco thought this might be worse than gut fucking her. Her
passage was cold and slightly slimy. He could feel her flesh loosely sliding
around him, and he feared that if she were to pull out now, most of her insides
would come with his cock.

And the smell�oh dear Merlin, the
smell. He gagged at the hideous rotting stench that arose from her insides. He
wanted nothing more than to kick her off of him and run shrieking from the
room.

�Draco, baby?� she whispered.
�Tell me you love me.� Draco felt hysteria coming on and he tried to hold the
laughter back. �Tell me how pretty I am. Tell me how good I�m making you feel.
Draco?�

�I love you, Maman,� he managed to
choke.

He couldn�t tell how long she rode
him, but he knew that she was upset. �Draco, why won�t you cum?� she asked, the
sound of tears she could never shed in her voice. �Don�t you love me?� He just
nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence for the waves of horror rolling over
his mind. �Well, it doesn�t seem like it,� she pouted. Then, a sly grin. �But
you liked my stomach, didn�t you, naughty boy?�

Draco shifted into shaking his
head as hard as he could, but she was not to be deterred. She hefted herself up
off of him and dropped her body back down, sucking him back into the hole he�d
created in her flesh. He knew he was crying. He knew that it was hurting her to
see it, but he couldn�t stop. She ground herself down onto him faster, harder.

�Cum for me, love,� shisphispered.
�Come for mummy.�

Then, the head of his cock caught
on her rib and raked across the sensitive ridge and he was spiraling into
orgasm. He screamed his denial even as his body emptied into his mother�s cold
torso. When he looked up again, Narcissa was smiling affectionately. �Good
boy,� she praised him. She leaned in and captured his mouth in a kiss.

Her tongue was still nimble and it
wound around Draco�s like a snake. She sucked his tongue into her own mouth and
slurped it noisily. As she pulled back, he felt something foreign in his mouth
and lifted his fingers to his lips to explore. He didn�t need to, though.
Narcissa smiled again. He saw the gap in her perfect teeth and knew what was
rolling around in his mouth.

He gave in to his roiling stomach
and rolled to the side, heaving his guts up. He heard a chuckle and his eyes
shot behind his mother sad face to meet his father�s gaze. Lucius raised an
eyebrow and then pointed his wand at Narcissa�s back.

�Incendio.�

He screamed until she was ash. He
screamed his throat raw. He screamed as he watched her flesh melt, her hair
burn. He screamed as she smiled one last time and mouthed her love for him.
When he finally stopped, all that was left were tears.

�Congratulations, my son,� Lucius
smirked. �You pleased her with your acquiescence.�

Draco just clutched his arms
around his legs and shook. �Maman,� he whispered. �I�m so sorry. Please,
forgive me. I love you.� He ignored Lucius� laughter.
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