𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 | 𝒟.𝑀.

5 | ﴾ Bath ﴿

Three days passed without another sight of his supposed wife, and Draco had begun to think of her as an illusion, ignoring the white wedding band on his finger. She'd wisely been missing from his lunch time routine with his mother, allowing him the short, peaceful hour each afternoon that he had with the one person who calmed him.

During the mornings and nights he poured his time into reactivating the watch and working on the code for hours at a time, given he still had an exceptionally strict range of motion. There was now a fat stack of parchments next to his grandmothers bed where he was forced to sleep begrudgingly until he could climb the stairs.

The doctor visited daily and the thirty minute evaluations were extremely agitating, leaving him in a sour mood just before he went to bed.

It was on the fourth day that he was surprised very early in the morning by Narcissa petting his cheek to wake him. "Darling I must apologize, they've moved your father's court hearing to today and I must leave immediately. I may be gone for more than one day as this will be a lengthy process. Madeleine has agreed to check in on you throughout my absence." Then she was gone, and he laid his head back onto the pillow feeling sick at the thought of Madeleine coming into his room just to make fun of his helplessness and dependence on her.

He watched the rain with dread until he succumbed to the fact that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep with the heavy thunder outside and the impending embarrassment of the day.

Draco pushed to a sitting position, finally able to move enough to do so with only half the screaming as before. He slumped into the multitude of fluffy pillows around him and tapped his wand to start deciphering code manically again. After about forty minutes had passed the glitch happened again and a holographic image began playing in the air, and this time he sat forward with intensity, clearing his vision.

His jaw dropped low at the scene before him. Although the quality of the memory was slightly blurry there was no question that he was staring at Madeleine in his own arms in lingerie. They were in a strange, lavish room and he had thrown her onto a bed, then bound her wrists above her head.

It was still before eight in the morning but he was now more awake than he had ever felt, his blue-grey eyes widening with lusty concentration, his spine straightening. He was still a virgin in his current mind, and if he'd been intimate with her or anyone else than the memories had been erased completely.

His memory self pulled her lingerie down exposing just her breasts and started gently choking her as he sucked on her nipples. It was explicit in every manner and he was paralyzed, trying to memorize what he was seeing knowing that he wouldn't have the ability to replay it again until he completed decoding the watch.

It quickly escalated to passionate kissing and then even further as they moved across the room to a chaise and she was grinding on him, her panties down around her ankles, and before long there was clearly penetration as she bounced rhythmically in his lap. He was scratching her back and her groans of pleasure were loud enough that he actually heard the sound coming from the watch before it crackled and faded away halfway through the memory. The watch face went black again, having been once again burnt out by the arduous decoding efforts. Several of the old paintings in the room complained in distaste.

He sat back in silence with his hand over his mouth, snickering in disbelief. He replayed the image of her naked body and her light moaning in his mind over and over, unable to stop it from popping up as he recharged the watch.

It was, suffice to say, exceptionally humorous when she opened the door to his grandmother's room without knocking at noon, brimming with confidence. Her dark eyes trained on him as he jumped and gathered up the piles of paperwork covered in runes and laid them face down on his table. "You know in civilized cultures it's rude not to knock," he shot at her.