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Secret Bliss	By : InfernalParadise Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

Revealing the Past

Draco didn�t seem to mind that it had taken his father a little bit longer than just a few minutes. Seeing me on Lucius� side explained the whole thing without words, though. It was no secret what he and myself were doing in our bedroom at night and on other occasions during the day, and I never felt ashamed in front of Draco because so far I was the only one who knew about what he and Hermione actually did. One hand cleaned the other. And one little dirty story helped inspiring another one.

Lucius sat down comfortably in the leather chair behind the desk in his office and studied his son who seemed to get more and more nervous under his father�s gaze.

"Well, Draco, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

Goodbye, peaceful moment. Goodbye, time of silence and bliss. Here comes the storm.

"I�ve been with Hermione, romantically. And I love her", Draco blurted out, holding his breath after those words had left his mouth.

His father didn�t show any reaction, however, I could feel that he tensed as if someone was threatening him.

"Granger", he finally said with neutral voice before he added in an acknowledging voice: "So you are telling me you�re fucking a mudblood. Congratulations, Draco."

My heart fell with a thump on the comfortable seat behind me, still my feet remained firm.

"I�m telling you, father", the last word received a sharp emphasis, "that I�m in love with Hermione and that I seriously consider spending my life with her."

"And I�m telling you, Draco", his father responded in a cold, dark voice, "that I raised a true Malfoy. We don�t put up with mudbloods. We may fuck them, have them for our pleasure, but nothing else."

"You might find it interesting, Draco,", I said while finally sitting down on the chair behind me, "that the female members of my family have been raising true daughters. We don�t put up with male, powerful wizards for we consider ourselves being supreme. But we fuck them and keep them for our pleasure, casually."

Draco watched with obvious interest how Lucius and myself glared at each other in the most threatening way until our dark expressions changed into a grin. A few months ago, Lucius would have never shown such a grimace in front of his son, let alone have me speaking that way.

"I apologize, Draco", he said with an amused smile in my direction. His son, however, seemed to be completely taken back and only managed to mumble something that sounded like a "Thank you, father".

"Well, Christmas will be in four weeks. I�d be pleased to meet Granger at dinner, then. Let�s say on the 27^th?"

Draco nodded, releasing a little smile.

"And now, considering how inferior I am, I want you to accompany Vivienne to our bedroom. I�ll follow on later."

"As you wish, father", Draco replied, nodding at me to get out of the office. Before we closed the door, however, Lucius looked up from some work on his desk.

"Please don�t abuse any male, powerful wizards on the way there, Vivienne�"

Draco and I weren�t hurrying when we walked through the corridors, but I felt that something was on his mind, though. In front of one of the big portraits Draco finally stopped to face me.

"You are not like us", he said, more a statement than a question.

"No. I�ve never been."

"Who does know?"

"Only a few people, including your father."

"It could bring me into danger if you told me, right?"

I sighed, feeling a familiar pain inside.

"Yes, Draco. If it were any different, I would have told you and the others already long ago. It hurts being not able to do so, believe me."

He smiled weakly.

"I won�t ever be able to understand you, I�m afraid, but you did the most amazing thing someone could ever do."

"You are talking about your father."

"Yes."

"If you mean I changed him, then I have to disappoint you� no one can change Lucius Malfoy."

"No, surely not. But that�s not what I meant."

He stepped closer to me.

"You made him want to change. That�s more important than anything else. I have to thank you, by the way. You saved my ass in there."

"It�d be a pity to not save such a pretty thing", I responded, laughing.

Indeed, Draco had earned quite a lot from his father, including his beautiful body features and the blond hair.

"I�ll see you at school then."

"School", I sighed, not wanting to think about having to leave Lucius again until the Christmas holidays started. But Draco only grinned knowingly before he left me standing alone in front of the bedroom door, so I entered and decided to search for my night clothes that Lucius had carelessly torn from my body the last time. Finally they appeared under the cupboard, obviously needing a few repairing spells. I cursed Lucius for that habit, changed clothes and crawled between the silky sheets. Just by now I started thinking about my day with wondering how much more exciting 24 hours with Lucius could be. But until today he had never driven me far enough to ever seriously consider dumping him. Thinking of the dark sex god, Lucius entered about ten minutes later, locking the door behind him out of habit with a spell. When he started undressing, I realized how used I had grown to every little movement of his fingers. He always slept naked � a fact that hadn�t been easy to accept for me in the beginning since Lucius was a very sexual, incredibly handsome man. Seeing him without clothes became connected with the image of sex in my head almost immediately. But Draco�s words were still on my mind. You are not like us. Did I want to be? I didn�t know as memories of a time long ago appeared in front of my eyes. My voice seemed very distant when I heard myself speaking to my own surprise.

"My parents weren�t proud when they found out what I was."

Lucius looked up, still stripping off his pants. Without any words he sat down at the end of the bed as if he were waiting for me to go on. There it was again: Brain and mouth got separated because I surely didn�t want to talk about it at all. Too odd, too painful. And too unbelievable.

"They still loved me... at least in the beginning. I was their only child. But they knew very well what being a Sephor meant and how popular the myths about them were."

Keeping his silence, Lucius averted his gaze to stare out the window into the black night.

"I was born into a normal, poor, but educated family in Egypt, 240 BC, had a normal childhood, a normal life, normal friends and normal troubles. Until the age of eighteen I didn�t even know there were such things as magical creatures. My parents kept me well away from anything that could have made me suspicious. When I turned sixteen, however, my mother woke me up one night wordlessly and we left my father. For two years, we stayed at dark, hidden places, hardly going out into the daylight. I read a lot, more bored that actually interested, but my mother insisted. "Keeping my mind awake", she called it. And then, shortly before my eighteenth birthday, I finally stumbled over old myths. First they were nothing more than fantastic stories to me, but after a while, I discovered that I felt drawn to them in an almost magical way. It was hard to ask my mother about it since I couldn�t quite put it into words, but she seemed more relieved than confused. Can you imagine what it�s like to find out that you�ve been living a lie for almost eighteen years? That all you ever thought you know is nothing compared to what you never even dared to think of?"

I shook my head in an unsuccessful try to chase away those vivid memories.

"We returned to find my father dead in our old house � slaughtered like cattle. It was then I realized that there was no way back to normal life. So I left my mother without ever saying goodbye to her. I spent years in the desert, going for weeks without food and water, just wanting to fall asleep and never having to wake again. Death seemed so far away from me that it hurt."

"I never heard such a description of death before", Lucius suddenly said, turning his head to look at me. His right hand came up to touch my face.

"There are lots of things you haven�t heard so far", I simply replied when his hand retreated again.

"I am really inferior to you."

A painful statement that wasn�t supposed to sound much like a question at this point.

"No, Lucius."

I moved to sit next to him, wrapping one hand across his chest.

"You�ve never been inferior to me � not for a single moment. Having so many memories doesn�t mean I�m proud of them."

"You saw the world before most of my ancestors were born", Lucius said, keeping his gaze averted.

"Yes", I grabbed his chin gently to make him look at me, "I saw world wars, pain, death and destruction. People died before I even realized another seventy years had gone by again � another seventy years in which I didn�t age at all. Sometimes I see my reflection in the mirror and I�m able to recognize how I look inside. It�s ugly, trust me."

"You can�t be ugly. Not even somewhere deep in your soul", Lucius reassured me before he kissed my left temple.

"Alright then, let me continue", he nodded silently, his lips still resting against my skin, "After those years in the desert, I returned one day without any reason. Forty years had passed, but I was still young. I was able to feel the weather inside me when I walked through the streets I still knew like it had only been yesterday I left. But there was something else. I could hear noises all around me� animals, humans, even houses. Noises I hadn�t ever heard before. There was life in everything I passed by. And I suddenly realized what I truly was � the abilities I obviously had. It felt like someone was tearing me apart while others tried to glue me together again. By the next corner I reached my home. I simply wanted to storm in and tell my mother that I had finally understood. My emotions were flowing like blood through my veins, wanting to get out badly. But the old woman that sat next to the window was not the one I had called my mother once. Her eyes were blank, filled with agony. Forty years had passed by. Forty years had just happened without catching my attention at all. To me it still seemed as if I had left four days ago. And shortly after I had just discovered how amazing and wonderful my life suddenly was, I bitterly had to realize that pain would follow me wherever I would go. There was no place for me in the world of humans. Only agony. Only the knowledge that nothing would stay the same."

"Your mother must have been one of the most beautiful women on earth", Lucius mumbled while tracing my lips with his fingers.

"Perhaps. Above anything else, however, she was the most suffering woman I�ve ever met."

"You think it�s your fault, isn�t it? And that you should have watched over her, should have never left."

He looked at me with pity in his eyes which was more than just rare about a Malfoy.

"I don�t want your pity", I explained colder than intended, pulling away from him, "Yes, I did her wrong for I was never able to believe what she had been trying to teach me. But even with all my regret it didn�t make her alive anymore. She was dead inside, lost in the memory of better days. And I had caused her agony."

"She didn�t hate you", Lucius reassured me. How badly I wanted to believe he told the truth. Instead I brought my hand up to his eyes, watching him as he curiously raised an eyebrow. Without any sound, a moment of a time long ago appeared in front of us.

My mother looked at me as I slowly approached.

"You�ve come back", she stated with pain in her voice.

That noise made the dark, dirty room even more resemble a forgotten mortuary. Dust hung from the ceiling and a few fat rats crawled across the dusty ground in senseless search for food. No feeling like being home, no warmth from inside. It was as cold as if there hadn�t ever been life in there.

"Your father never knew what you were. I didn�t want to endanger his life, however, I haven�t been successful", she glanced at me with a disgusted look, "He died because of you. You never wanted to understand, never. What else could I have done?"

"You tried your very best", I replied in a quiet voice, but she only laughed bitterly.

"Oh yes, I did. Apparently the same can�t be said about you, child. Why do you have to be what you are? Of all creatures on this earth you had to be a Sephor."

And that moment I truly believed it was my fault. She had never wanted something like this to happen to her and my father. All that she had ever wished for was a child, but in the end all she had gotten was a monster that didn�t want to realize what it was.

"Forgive me", I whispered hoarsely.

"No, I can�t", she shook her head, "My only consolation is that you will be chased your whole, immortal life long. I don�t know if it will ever give me back what you took from us, but at least it�s a comfort."

Pain filled the room we were in. It hurt me more deep inside with every second I spent there surrounded by death and oblivion. My mother turned her head to shoot a mocking glare at me.

"You still don�t understand, right? You are a Sephor, child. Able to control and perceive all parts of nature, for nature is a part of any Sephor. Things like you created the earth a long time ago. And you will always be in contact with whatever crawls around while most humans will avoid and fear you. You�ve been the death of your father. I hope you�ll do the same to others whenever they are close to you."

"You were never like that when I was still with you", I remarked, trying to hold back tears.

"I was another person before you came into my life", my mother simply replied before she stared out the window without saying any further words. An old rat looked up to me, blinking as if it wanted to tell me it understood what I felt. But there was no way to ever understand what was happening inside me. Emotions crashed into endless darkness as my feet made their way out of the little house.

"Child?"

I only stopped, not wanting to turn around and face my mother.

"Don�t ever come back again. I don�t care where you go but I pray it will be as far away as possible."

And then three more words that turned my heart into one big, painful knot.

"I hate you."

The image of the room started fading until reality took its place again. Lucius�s eyes stared darkly at me and I noticed his iron grip on the sheets that made his knuckles turn white. My hands went around his body, but he didn�t even move when I pulled him into an embrace.

"Lucius?"

"Tell me what happened afterwards", he only commanded softly, finally raising his arms to hold me and stroke my back in an assuring way. A quiet sigh escaped my lips as I didn�t want to remember.

"I wandered around for years without home, family or friends. Nature grew important that time because I started perceiving whatever there was. I also found out that animals approached to me without fear, but a strange kind of respect and trust. And then I met another Sephor, a male one. Unlike myths that only tell about female Sephors, it�s rare, yet not absolutely unusual that men of our kind exist or better existed as well. I spent almost ninety years with him since he was the only one who told me what I actually was and how to handle it. It wasn�t love� more like trusting each other. Meanwhile the world changed. Egypt changed, people were born and died again, and nothing seemed interesting enough to pay attention to it. The other Sephor disappeared during a war between various magical creatures. I was left alone again, but I had learned how to get into contact with my kind. And that�s how I spent all those centuries: Alone, still in knowledge that I could have been with creatures like me if I had wanted to."

"What was his name?", Lucius inquired. Slight jealousy lay in his voice.

"Helian."

"Did you sleep with each other?"

"Yes."

It surprised me to see him that jealous of someone who had been dead for more than a thousand years.

"You have been with countless women before me, Lucius", I stated, not able to hide the astonishment, "If you believe rumors, you even had two women at the same time."

"Really?", he raised an eyebrow, "Do you believe them?"

"Well, I know you."

"Which means?"

"Yes."

Lucius grinned, leaning forward to kiss me gently.

"Helian must have been a fool to leave without you", he stated between soft kisses on my neck.

"Helian experienced death a few weeks later, Lucius", I replied and he looked up, frowning.

"Myths say that Sephors can�t die."

"They also say that Voldemort was deadly defeated", my eyes narrowed at him, "Don�t believe what stories say unless you have it proven."

"So what does it take for a Sephor to die?"

"A great amount of pain. More than you or anyone else can ever imagine. But we feel whenever someone of our kind gets killed. We are immortal, Lucius. Death doesn�t approach us in a normal way like it does with most others. There�s something else about it, though�"

"And what?"

His right hand slid over my thigh, eliciting a soft purr from my throat which he seemed to enjoy.

"When a Sephor dies, her or his abilities remain. The reason is unknown even to us, but we receive those features to keep them."

"You own all abilities that ever belonged to other Sephors?"

"More or less � although I have to admit that I definitely don�t know about every single one. Some newer ones may come out in the future, others won�t. It depends on the situations I�m in and my own mood, I guess."

"What happens if you die?"

"You mean what happens with those abilities?"

"No", he buried both hands in my hair, "What about you?"

"There won�t be any more Sephors after my death since I�m already the last one", I simply replied, trying to not show that this topic did actually frighten me, "Of course it would affect nature and the magic world, but creatures like me have always come and died out again. Same goes with humans. People learn to cope� after all, that�s what counts."

"Maybe", Lucius mumbled cryptically.

"You are truly a fool � to know how much power you could have because of me and not using it. It�s a shame."

A sly smile appeared on his face.

"No one exactly knows about that power. Suppose I would use you � who can promise me that you won�t turn into a sex-addicted monster afterwards? You could chase me my whole life long."

"A horrible thought, isn�t it?", I grinned at him, "Talking about sex� you still owe me an explanation."

"Do I?", he questioningly raised an eyebrow.

"Concerning wanting children. Now don�t pretend you forgot because I know a Malfoy never forgets."

My voice imitation resembled his own pretty well which made him laugh.

"Indeed. Now, where to start?"

"Best would be with bees and flowers and how they�"

A warning look made me shut up right in time before Lucius would have retreated his hands from my body as a sort of punishment. When I simply smiled at him without words, his expression relaxed again. He was serious about that topic, I suddenly realized.

"You know I already have one son, Vivienne."

"I�m at school with him. I even go to the same classes like Draco."

"You do. Malfoys don�t breed like Weasleys, therefore we only have one child � a son � in every family. Since I�m�"

"It�s so fucked up how you always insult Ron�s family", I had to interrupt him at that point. My American side obviously broke through again considering the choice of my words. I had spent more than a century in various federal states of the United States before my arrival in London where a knowing Dumbledore had gotten me a secure identity as well as a place in his school.

"Language, Vivienne", Lucius warned me with a sinister glare.

"Honestly, I don�t care. What would you say if I told others similar things about you?"

"I really can�t be compared to a Weasley", he made clear with pride in his voice.

"Considering the amount of sex you have, you�d have even more children than Arthur does if there weren�t those anti-conceiving spells. He and Molly love their children, Lucius. They treat each one with love and respect � a fact that can�t always be said about your treatment with Draco."

"I need to take care about my reputation."

"No, you need your reputation as an excuse, Malfoy. Any other child having you as its father would suffer even more than Draco does."

"That means we are through with the topic. We won�t have children."

Even a blind one would have been able to notice that Lucius was pretty pissed by now. I didn�t know whether to feel proud about it or not. Coldly he turned away from me but I managed to grab his right wrist before he was able to get up.

"I want you to pick up our child wherever it is as long as it�s too young to go home alone, Lucius. I want you to be there whenever they have a feast at school. And I want us to go out as a family � not as a proud Malfoy who counts his child as his possession."

He stopped dead in his tracks, but his body relaxed visibly at my words.

"I won�t be raising a Death Eater, Vivienne."

When I didn�t reply, Lucius turned around to look down at me. He seemed like the most godlike creature in the moonlight that shined through the window.

"Just raise a child, that�s all I�ll ever ask of you. It will be a Malfoy anyway."

"You are honest", he suddenly stated with surprise as if he didn�t want to believe me.

"I am. Does it sound that absurd?"

"No."

"Lucius, there�s one thing I want to make clear, though. I will have no children until Voldemort is finally defeated. And by defeated I mean absolutely dead."

With a relieved nod, Lucius sat down on the bed again.

"I wanted to tell you the same."

Then he flashed me a knowing grin I knew all too well.

"What, Lucius?"

"We will have enough time to rehearse making them until we actually do it", he explained as his hands started exploring my body again. A dramatic sigh escaped my lips that got successfully ignored by Lucius.

This was going to be a long, exhausting night with little sleep.
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