kennahijja (kennahijja) wrote in malfoycentric, @ 2008-10-02 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: kennahijja, pairing: lm/sm, rating nc-17, slash, type: fic |
FIC: Poison Dart [Lucius/Scorpius, NC-17]
Title: Poison Dart
Author: Hijja (kennahijja)
Pairing: Lucius/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): chan, incest, ambiguous consent of sorts
Length: ~ 2100 words
Summary: Scorpius Malfoy has been poisoned at Hogwarts. His father and grandfather come to take him home.
Note: Failed 'guess-this-fic meme' drabble that morphed into birthdayfic for the lovely the_con_cept.
"We will take him home."
Lucius stared at his grandson's twitching body in the hospital bed, taking in the sweat-soaked forehead, the pupils moving restlessly under blue-veined eyelids. The boy's breaths came flat and rapid. Draco was perched on the side of the bed, fists balled to stop himself from touching Scorpius' hair again. That had been a bad move.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Mr Malfoy." Headmistress McGonagall's lips were very thin, accentuating her age despite her open hair and colourful tartan dressing gown. "He assaulted another student-"
"He didn't assault me!"
Lucius had forgotten the small figure of Albus Severus Potter at the back of the room, and, judging from her frown, so had McGonagall. School robes pulled over pyjamas, bony, slippered feet, and a shock of dark hair framing a white face. All that was missing was a lightning scar. Well, not quite, Lucius admitted after a sharp look. The delicate body, the fine-boned face bore testimony that even an injection of traitorous Weasley blood could improve a Muggle-tainted lineage.
Young Potter stepped forward as if to shield Scorpius from the Headmistress' stern eyes. "He's ill – he didn't even know what he was doing."
As if to prove his point, the boy gingerly reached out to touch Scorpius' hand. Lucius could see Scorpius' limp fingers curl into claws, the greedy twist of his mouth. He grabbed Potter's wrist, hard, and pulled him away from the bed. Bones almost shifted in Lucius's grip, and the boy's face twisted in pain before he found himself stumbling against the door.
"Get out, Potter!"
The boy gave him a scared look and fled.
"Really, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall snapped, "I don't think-"
"Yes, Headmistress," Lucius interrupted, in a low drawl that vibrated with rage. "I don’t think that it is acceptable for my grandson to be poisoned at school either. I would suggest that you find out who slipped him this potion, and deal with them appropriately – before I do." His tone said, rather clearly, that if he caught the culprit, half his limbs would never be found.
It wasn't that Lucius believed Minerva McGonagall was among those who would consider an attack on a child from a 'Death Eater family' an incident of lesser importance, but his grandson and heir had been hurt in her care.
"I assure you, Mr Malfoy, we will find out who was responsible and punish him in accordance with the school rules."
Madam Pomfrey put a hand on the Headmistress's arm and peered at Lucius from under her starched white wimple.
"Lucius, Draco… don't you think that St Mungo's might be better equipped to help young Scorpius?"
Lucius felt Draco's eyes on him, full of painful indecision in a pinched face as white as Potter's had been. But the mere fact that Pomfrey asked the question proved that she didn't know what they were dealing with. Hadn't known twenty years ago either, but there had been the possibility that she'd read up on the potion in the interim, no matter how distasteful or esoteric.
"No," he said. "I am familiar with the potion and its effects. We will be able to produce the cure at the Manor."
He nodded at Draco, who bent down and scoped up Scorpius inside his hospital bedding, careful not to touch his bare skin. The boy whimpered; his eyes opened into feral slits that held no sign of Scorpius' usual, detached intelligence. He… undulated in Draco's arms, wrapping himself around his father's chest like a serpent. Draco caught his grasping hands and trapped them inside the duvet before he could be touched. Scorpius let out a soft, pained moan that had Lucius digging nails into his palms in rage.
"If you'd lower the Anti-Apparition Wards for a moment, Headmistress?"
Few were even aware that this lay within the power of the Hogwarts Headmaster, a feat rarely performed. But Lucius knew that she wouldn't refuse him.
So he found himself treated to the spectacle of the school's ancient protections lowering before him without sound or sign, something that even the war had never achieved. He could feel the wards' weight shift and vanish for the few precious seconds required for Apparition. Catching Draco's eyes, he Disapparated.