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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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!Chapter Warning!
Mentioning of underage sex. Nothing explicit.
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Chapter 67-
His head was heavy with a fog. His body ached horribly. His mind was spinning in circles, trying to make sense of what was going on. Why had he allowed Parkinson to touch him? It was like he had no control of his body. He had watched in horror as his hands brushed against the intimate areas of her body, sending Parkinson into a series of weird sounds he'd never heard someone make before.
Her tracing tongue had fueled a fire that had been building in Draco's gut. Oh, Merlin,what was going on? Why had that felt so good even though he was disgusted by it?
He'd never seen a girl so nude before. Never touched one either. At least... not in the places that Parkinson had directed his hands to. With interest, Draco had studied how her body had reacted to his touch. It was wrong, he knew that, but her response had been so... intriguing. He'd never seen someone so out of control.
And then she had knelt down at his feet and the feel of her hot mouth around him had nearly made him explode at that exact moment. Her tongue had explored where it shouldn't not have ever been. Or at least, that's what his mind had said at the time. But his body... Draco couldn't really describe it. Other than that it had felt incredibly amazing. He had heard of people doing this before, but the thought had somewhat disgusted him then. He couldn't really disagree with it now, could he? Not with how her tongue had worked its magic.
He closed his eyes, trying to focus. Why had she done that? And why wasn't he able stop her? Instead, he had groaned savagely at her tormenting play.
Finally, she had removed herself from him, leaving Draco feeling immensely unsatisfied. He had gripped her shoulders, growling, and pushing her to the sofa.
Stop, damn it! His mind had screamed. This is Parkinson! But his body had ignored his mind the entire time.
Was this what it felt like when you were Imperioed? Powerless, forced to watch yourself do something you didn't want to do?
Parkinson had pulled him down to her by the wrist, wiggling under him, increasing his burning need. "Do it." she ordered softly into his ear. "Now." He cried out as she dug her nails into his back, scratching his tender, pale skin.
She leaned back with a happy sigh, readying herself for him. "Draco." She smirked. "I know you're trying to fight it. You can't." Her face had turned cold then. "Face it, darling, you're mine now. And there's not a thing you can do about it."
* / *
"What'd you do to me, Parkinson?!" Draco spat, pointing his wand at her. He had finally gained control over his body again, after completing what his body had wanted. He inwardly shuddered in disgust. He was more upset with how much he had enjoyed it, and, if he didn't have any sense of mind, he'd remove his clothes all over again and repeat the activity.
Draco didn't want to admit that he had liked it (loved it actually), and wanted more. He feverishly licked his lips, hungry to taste hers again. Parkinson's were puckering out into a pout, as if what he had said had hurt her feelings.
"I didn't do anything." Was her reply. She twisted a finger into her hair, pretending to be innocent.
"You're a bloody liar!" Merlin, he hated that girl! Everything about her! "You did something to me. Drugged me!"
Parkinson busied herself with replacing her clothes, in a very exotic way that sent Draco's body into a frenzy. He shut his eyes. Grandmother's smelly feet. Grandmother's smelly feet. He repeated to himself. He jumped when he felt her hand touch his cheek.
Draco pushed her away from him, his wand still pointed at her. "Stay away from me!" He snarled. "I will hex you if you touch me again!" He stormed to the door, unlocking it with the verbal magicless command.
"You're mine, Draco," She sneered behind him. "We'll be engaged soon."
"I'd rather marry a mudblood before you." He seethed, his hand frozen to the doorknob, with his back to her.
Parkinson giggled. "Go and kiss the mudblood again then. See what happens when you do."
He snapped around, glaring fiercely at her, his anger turning into rage. "What do you mean?" He said so darkly, so slowly, that the smirk she wore disappeared, and her eyes widened a bit.
Parkinson's eyes darted to the ceiling, almost as if she was afraid to look at him. "You'll just have to see." She told him, almost daringly.
"If anything happens to her, Parkinson, I had better not see you again." He warned, stalking out of the room.
"Did you do it?" Blaise asked eagerly. His goofy grin faded when he seen Draco's tense body.
"Don't talk to me!" Draco muttered, walking passed Vincent and Gregory who gave him curious glances.
"Draco-"
"Not in the bloody mood, Goyle!" Draco thundered down the staircase. "Don't follow me!" He shouted to his three friends.
"We're just worried..." Vincent said quietly.
Draco clenched his fists. "You can't help me, you incompetent lardass!"
"Draco!" Gregory scolded with a bit of shock to his voice.
"What is going on?" Lucius hissed. "There is no excuse for such a racket! We have guests!" He stood at the foot of the stairs, a hand delicately touching the rail, sending his son a cold look.
Draco straightened himself, both Malfoys silently glared at each other, as if they were having an unannounced staring match.
Draco lifted his head stiffly. "You got your wish, Father." With the same graceful steps that he had learned from the grown man, he descended the stairs, seemingly floating down them. He stopped in front of the man, both still dangerously staring. Eyes of stormy clouds clashing into each other. "I shagged her. And it was bloody disgusting, yet, for some reason, I enjoyed her legs wrapped around me."
His father's eyes widened, his mouth shot open, but no words came out.
"Perhaps she'll end up pregnant and we can be teenage parents. You'd like, wouldn't you, Father? So long as you get the heir that you want." The thought of Parkinson and him having a child together made Draco burst out into a laughter, sickened by the idea. He felt his eyes wet with tears, and his stomach began to hurt. His lungs couldn't get enough air.
He saw a large bat sweep in and take him into his arms. "Don't touch me!" Draco shouted, his limbs flailing about. "Put me down, damn it!"
"Sleep." A voice said to him, and he immediately went limp.
* / *
Severus narrowed his eyes in confusion at the thirteen year old boy. He had taken Draco up to his bedroom to inspect him before he could disturb the party guests anymore than he already had. Severus couldn't find any trace of his problem, but the boy was definitely acting strange. He had slept with the Parkinson girl? Severus simply couldn't believe it.
"Lucius," the only thing that Severus moved was his eyes to look at his friend. "I can't find anything in his system."
Lucius had his hand to his mouth, looking at his son with a ghostly look. "Surely something is altering his behavior?" Was the man's reply.
Severus nodded, which Lucius didn't notice. "Which is why I am going to ask your permission to cast Legilimency on him. If I can search his memories, perhaps I can find out what has happened."
Lucius didn't answer right away. Deep reading a mind wasn't all too gentle, nor safe, especially on a child, who's brain was still in a developing mode.
"The boy's in torment, Luci..." Severus said coaxingly. His hands played with his wand, his way of preventing them from withering together like a coward. "I told you about the Parkinson girl, and how he felt about her; how everyone really feels about her. If he's done that sort of activity with her, there's a reason for it."
Lucius gave a single nod. "Be careful..." he whispered.
"Of course." Severus said, forcing the boy's eyes open to look at him. "I'd say it's time to send your party guests home, wouldn't you?"
Lucius pried his eyes from his son. "Yes." He exited the room to tell everyone to go home.
"Alright, Draco," Severus murmured, as he sunk into the boy's mind. "What's wrong with you?" It didn't take him long at all to find what had caused Draco's behavior.
"Dixie Dust." Severus informed Lucius and Narcissa when they joined him. Narcissa gasped, pausing her brushing of Draco's hair with her fingers.
"Which is what?" Lucius asked coldly.
"A new substance manufactured from the combined magical dusts of pixies, fairies, and Cupid. It doesn't alter his mind really, only his lust. Upon their touch, his body will crave the person who has given him the substance."
"Parkinson..." Lucius summarized with a curled lip. "How do we reverse it?"
"Only one way." Narcissa spoke quietly, her fingers had went back to work on Draco's hair.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, embarrassed, yet annoyed with the answer. "True love's kiss."
Lucius took a deep breath. "He loves the mudblood."
Severus shook his head. "No, that isn't real love."
"He doesn't love her?" Narcissa looked shocked. "He talks so much about her. Writes so many letters about the girl." Her eyes shifted to Severus. "I mean she sounds like a wonderful girl." She added.
"They are just friends. During Draco's panic with the thought of being paired with Parkinson, he latched onto the closest female friend he had, which was the Dursley girl."
"So, what do we do then?"
"That all depends, Lucius..." Severus frowned in thought as Narcissa began to sob over her son. "Which is more important to you; your name, or your son? You can sue Parkinson, but if you do that, the odds of Draco producing an heir are null, unless it's with her."
Lucius' eyes shot wide. "Why?!"
"Until Draco receives a kiss from his true love, if he kisses anyone besides Parkinson, he will become sick, and throw up right into their mouth. He will also be unable to perform the act of reproduction with anyone else besides her."
Lucius' jaw clenched in horror. "So," he started in a drawl. "My son is bond to that whore unless someone who truly loves him sets him free?"
"Gravely so."
The blond man's eyes went to stone. "The probability of someone loving him like that is unlikely. Such love is... rare. Practically unheard of for this family."
"And if you have the Parkinson girl arrested, she will not be able to perform such... heir making duties."
"Lucius...Don't..." Narcissa face was red from crying. "Please don't make him..."
Lucius said nothing, did nothing. He stood completely still, staring at his sleeping son, deep in thought, not hearing the pleas of Narcissa. Several minutes later, he abruptly turned and walked out of the room. Narcissa and Severus hurried after him.
"What, Luci?!" Narcissa demanded, in a high pitched voice, out of breath from trying to catch up with him. "What did you decide?!"
Lucius stopped, keeping his back to them, and Narcissa touched the middle of his back, awaiting his answer.
"I'll sue." He answered bitterly. "I'll take everything that Parkinson has." He resumed to his walking. "All except for his bloody daughter!" He stuck his hand into the front of his robes, pulling out his wand. "Then I'll find the person that will love my son for who he is."
"And what if that person is male?" Severus spoke up.
Lucius stopped so quickly that he nearly tipped himself over. "Male?" Severus said nothing in return, letting the news sink into the man's head. Lucius gave a single curt nod. "I love my son." He whispered, allowing Narcissa to hug him, squeezing an arm gently around her. "I'll give him whatever he wants."
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