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Chapter Eleven

*Highly sexual content in this chapter 18+*

Finally, we arrived, and of course my mother wasn't at the platform to pick us up. We ended up having to take a bus all the way to my home. Fynn and I were used to it because after our father died mom stopped driving. She stopped leaving the house in general. I could tell Draco was uncomfortable because he sat straight up in his seat and refused to touch anything around him. The look on his face made me giggle inside. Draco Malfoy, on a public bus.

"You are so lucky I love you." He angrily mumbled.

"Oh, am I now?" I joked.

We stopped at the street in front of my house. It was dark outside, but I could see the lights on through our window. I began to feel sick but quickly swallowed the feeling down. We stepped off the bus and I watched as it pulled away, wishing the ride here had been a little longer. I was nervous to see my mother after not seeing her for years now. Father died in year two so Fynn and I were left alone for a long time. Fynn grabbed his trunk and darted inside. Draco grabbed mine and his and began to follow Fynn but stopped when he noticed I wasn't moving.

"You coming love?" He jeered.

I nodded, frozen in place, staring up at the house that I haven't been in since my father died. I grew up here, and I knew it like the back of my hand but it seemed so different. I looked back down at Draco, and he was standing on our porch watching me.

"Take your time Quinn." He spoked softly.

It was as if he could read my thoughts, or maybe it was written on my face. After another moment I slowly began to walk up the path to my door. I stood next to Draco, and he gave me a small smile. I stepped inside the door and suddenly it felt as though I had never been here. The house was dark besides the fire in the fireplace. There were clothes and books strewn about the floor. It was cold and smelled like damp paper. Draco stepped in behind me and I looked up at him. He could probably see the shock on my face because he looked around to see what was going on. Fynn was standing in the center of the room studying everything as well. His eyes met mine and panic swept across his face.

"Mother?" He shouted. "We are here."

We could hear a commotion coming from the kitchen so we all slowly made our way there. Fynn and Draco placed the trunks on the couch  and I rounded the corner into the kitchen, my heart beating faster with every step.

There she was. She was digging in a cabinet that was just out of her reach. She was in sweatpants and a long black rob that was untied in the front, showing off a messy white shirt that had a few stains on it. Her hair was in a bun, but it seemed to have not been brushed out in years. She began to wobble off balance as she reached for a glass bottle. Draco took a few strides forward and caught her as she fell to the side.

"Oh- oh my." She said, looking up at him.

"Lucious?" She whispered.

Draco flashed a look at me that seemed uncomfortable.

"No mom, that's Draco." Fynn spoke up from behind me.

She looked over to Fynn then back up at Draco. She pulled herself out of his arms and straightened out her shirt as if she thought it would make her look more presentable.

"Draco! Quinn! Fynn!" She said, excitement in her voice. "Can you hand me that bottle please love?"

She pointed up to a clear glass bottle that had a label on the side. I couldn't read it but by this point I knew its contents.

"Draco, don't." I demanded, rolling my eyes.

Draco, Fynn and my mother all looked at me as I began to walk back to the living room. I picked up my trunk and stumbled as it was heavier than I thought.

"Where are you going?" Fynn asked, offended.

Draco rushed around the corner and pulled the bag out of my hand and took a step back.

"It's clear she lied." I shouted, tears forming in my eyes. "She is not better. I bet she isn't even seeing a doctor. She's still the same drunk she was at dads funeral. Nothing has changed."

"Quinn." Draco whispered as my mom slowly walked into the room.

"I'm sorry baby. I was getting help but it's hard. They gave me a medicine that would help me feel better, but I don't like how I feel when I take it." She tried to explain, slurring her words.

"What? Not dead? Not drunk? Able to write your own children back?" I knew what I was saying was wrong, but I was so angry with my mother.

Draco set my trunk down and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back outside.

"Quinn. You need to calm down." He stated sternly.

"NO! She told me she was getting help, that she was getting better. She lied. She is still drinking and ruining her life, I've already lost one parent, I do not need to lose two!"

"I get that Quinn, but don't you think it is better for her to have you and your brother here. It would probably help her. Maybe you can talk to her about getting help and staying with it."

He was right. I didn't like it, but he was. If I left, what good would that do? At least me being here, I can show her what it would be like to be a family again. Draco stepped forward and grabbed me by both arms, kissing me on the top of my head. I rolled my eyes and walked back inside. My mother was sitting on the couch now and Fynn was sitting on the table in front of her.

"I'm sorry mom." I whispered.

She looked at me and I could see sadness in her eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek as she stood up and walked closer to me. I quickly wrapped my arms around her, and we stood there, frozen In time, holding each other. It felt nice to be back in my mothers' arms.

After we finished our hellos and my mother apologized profusely to Draco for the state of the house, we went upstairs to put our trunks away. We didn't have a guest room so despite my mother's caution about it, Draco had to sleep in my room. We walked in and everything was where I had left it. My walls were blue, and my bed was white. There was a pink rug on the ground and a Slytherin flag draped on my wall. My eyes grew large as I realized there was a picture of Draco and I framed next to my bed in a heart frame. I shot a look up at him to see if he had noticed it. It had. He smiled and walked over to my bed and sat down on it, picking up the photo and staring at it.

"I knew you were obsessed with me Stillstone." He teased.

I walked over and tried to rip it from his hands, but he jerked it away. I stumbled over him and fell on top of him. He laughed super hard, and I wiggled off and sat next to him. He sat up and looked back down at the photo.

"I remember when this was taken." He started.

"Yeah, that was the last summer we spent together. Then you stopped talking to me." I said with sadness in my tone.

I stood up and walked over to my trunk, sitting on the floor, and opening it. Draco stood up, set the frame down and walked over to where I was sitting then crouched down next to me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in close to it.

"It was the summer I fell in love with you." He whispered.

I looked up at him and could feel my cheek getting hot. This boy really knew how to make me blush. Just then Fynn coughed from the doorway.

"If you ladies are done, mom wants us downstairs." He said with disgust on his face at the sight of Draco and me.

We finished unpacking and made it back down the stairs. Mother was sitting at the table and there was a spread of food out on it. She turned her head and groggily smiled at me. The smell of burnt bread and overcooked pasta hit my nose and I turned to look at Draco. I could tell he could smell it too because the tip of his nose was wrinkled, and he was straining his face to not look disgusted. I took his hand in mine and lightly squeezed it, giving him a soft smile.

"I figure you guys would be starving after your travels here." She said excitedly, waving her hand over the table to show case the food.

"Thanks mom." Fynn said with a half-smile.

We all sat down slowly, and she began serving food to us on red glass plates. I remembered these plates. They were the ones dad bought her for their anniversary one year. They had gotten in a fight the day before and he threw all the plates on the floor in anger. My father was a gentle man, but he had a temper. He never hit us or my mother, but he was known to take his anger out on objects around him. Draco nudged my shoulder and I realized I had been staring at the plate instead of taking it from her. I blinked a few times to clear my brain and slowly took it from her, glancing a look at Fynn. He seemed to remember them too as his face showed he was lost in a memory as well.

"Mom." I started to say. "Thank you for letting Draco stay with us for the holidays."

"Yes ma'am, thank you. It is nice to see you again." Draco added.

"Yes, yes of course. It has been too long. I remember when you two were very small. You were the best of friends. Then in year one, Quinn here wouldn't stop going on and on about how cute you looked in your robes." She giggled as my face turned bright red.

Fynn rolled his eyes and let out a loud groan. I looked up at Draco and could feel the heat in my cheeks. He had a big goofy smile on his face as he looked down at me.

"Well, I can't say I didn't think the same thing about her." He spoke softly.

My heart began to pound, and I could feel a smile creeping on my lips.

"I always knew you two would come back to each other. It was like your father and I Draco. We were good friends in school too. Although we never came back to each other." She said as her face went from amused to lost.

I looked at her. Studied her for a moment. She looked hurt. Not like someone who had lost a friend but someone who had lost much more.

"Mother, I never knew you were friends with Lucious." I asked, a hint of a question in my voice.

"Oh yes! We were really close." She said, giving me a small smile.

"What happened?"

"My fathers and ass." Draco quietly grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Oh no, he used to be very sweet. We became friends in year one and by year two we were inseparable." She looked up towards Draco. "You remind me so much of him. You have his best features Draco. He was soft, kind, and funny. He grew angry a lot but always found a way back down to earth. Back to me." she whispered the last sentence, almost as if she was trying to keep it to herself but needed to say it out loud.

We sat in silence for a moment before I felt the need to ask more questions. I had seen that look she had before. It was one I had in the mirror when Draco and I were apart. I had a feeling that I knew the answer, but I needed to know for sure or it would eat me alive inside.

"Mother... did you and Lucious... ever date?" I asked, having to almost spit out his name.

Draco choked on the burnt garlic bread he was trying so hard to stomach, and Fynn's eyes grew large at me. My mother sighed and sifted her pasta around her plate with her fork for a moment.

"Yes." She stated quietly.

Draco dropped his gaze to his lap and looked up at my mother from the corner of his eye before closing them.

"Did he hurt you?" Draco whispered with guilt in his voice.

"No. At least not physically."

The room got quiet, and you could feel the unspoken story floating around us. I wanted to know what happened, but it wasn't my place to force her to speak.

"I loved him." She started, as if she had read my thoughts. "I loved him and whether he will admit it now or not, he loved me as well. When we were together it was like the world was right. Like us being together was the reason it turned." I looked over to Draco who was intently watching my mother.

"He was my reason for breathing. We were so happy, but he went down a path that I didn't want to follow. I wanted to have a family with him, and he wanted to give himself to the dark lord. When I told him I was pregnant, he left. He said he didn't want children. They would just get in his way. When I told him I was keeping it, he told me I was in his way. So, he left. He left me and-"She started to trail off when she realized she was about to speak more about the baby.

My eyes grew large, and we were all staring at her. I didn't know what I was feeling. Rage? Sadness? Confused? All the above? Fynn looked angry and Draco looked sad. He felt guilt for his father's actions. Like his fathers' actions were his fault or his mess to clean up. Draco looked to me and his face changed to worry. He watched me as I turned back to my mother and opened my mouth to speak.

"What happened- to the baby?" Draco cut me off.

She looked over to my brother and didn't say anything. His face changed from angry to shock. Draco and I looked towards him too as he stood up from his chair. He did it so fast and so aggressively that the chair fell backwards. I jumped at the sound, but Fynn didn't seem to notice.

"What the fuck?" Fynn screamed.

"Fynn!" I shouted, standing to my feet.

"Fynn, please. We wanted to tell you but-"my mother's voice began to crack and her eyes began to water.

"But what? BUT WHAT? Couldn't find the right time to tell me I was the son of Lucious Malfoy? Does dad- did dad know?"

"Yes." She stated quietly.

"This is so fucked!" Fynn screamed at her, leaning down so his face was level with hers.

My mother jumped as his words hit her ears. I walked around the table to make sure he didn't move any closer to her. My brother was kind and gentle but in this moment, I didn't know what he was capable of. He stood back up and looked directly at me, so much rage behind his eyes that they looked like black holes.

"Oh look, here comes your daughter to save you! You didn't even want to be here Quinn, piss off." He shouted at me.

"Fynn you're still my son!" My mother cried out.

"No. Not anymore. Fuck this." He said, throwing his plate to the floor.

My mother watched as it shattered, and a glimpse of fear washed over her face. Hearing that sound reminded me of the fight they had when we were kids. Could it have been about this? My brother stood there, running his hands through is hair and clenching his jaw. I felt for him, but I felt for mother too. Lucious left her. He left her alone with a baby. But she should have told us, or at least told him. Draco stood up and walked around the table to where I was standing. He stepped in front of me and my mother and watched Fynn.

"I think you have done enough mate." Fynn gritted his teeth.

"I haven't done anything. Yet." Draco threatened.

"Your whole family is a bunch of snakes, Malfoy. It's a matter of time before you turn my sister into a death eater." Fynn shouted at Draco.

My heart dropped. It ached. The thought of my mother and Fynn learning the truth and the things that must be going through Draco's head right now hearing Fynn say that.

"FYNN! That is enough!" My mother stood up finally, slamming her hands on the table.

The noise made me jump again and we all looked at her. She had tears rolling down her face.

"Maybe she is better off becoming one. Maybe if I would have chosen that life, Lucious would still be here. Maybe I wouldn't have been left alone." She looked over to Draco, who once again had guilt written all over his face.

My mother slowly sat back down and closed her eyes.

"I can see it on your face Draco." She said slowly.

I looked at him then back at her. My heart was thumping in my chest so fast that I thought it would stop from exhaustion. Draco looked up at me then over to Fynn.

"What are you talking about?" Fynn snaped.

She looked up at me and another tear fell from her eye and rolled down her cheek.

"Your sister is a death eater." She stated.

Finally, my heart stopped. My breath caught and my stomach flipped. The room began to shrink, and the world stopped spinning.

"How did- how- "I could feel myself stuttering.

Then, I felt a hand grab me. I turned to see Fynn grabbing my arm and shoving up my sleeve, revealing my dark mark. I ripped my arm away from him and Draco nudged his way in front of me. My eyes stayed locked on Fynn, and I could see his mouth moving but the only noise I could hear were my lungs struggling for air. Draco and Fynn began shouting at each other and it seemed as though every second that passed, time slowed down more and more. I looked back down at my mother who was reaching her hand for my face. I waited to feel her fingers caress my cheek when suddenly I felt a sting across my face. She hit me. My mother actually hit me. My hands shot up to my cheek and it was hot where she had slapped me.

"Get out." She demanded, quietly.

"Mom." I whimpered.

"GET OUT!" She screamed.

Quickly, Draco grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. He drug me up the stairs and to my room. I stared at the back of his head the whole way up, still holding my cheek. I could hear them still screaming at each other, but I couldn't make out any words. Once we were back in my room, Draco slammed the door behind me and began shoving our clothes back into our trunks. All I could do was watch him. My life was over. My mother hated me. My brother hated me. The only person left was him. He glanced up at me then froze in place. He slowly stood up and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and placing his head on mine.

"I am so sorry Quinn." He whispered.

"Let's just go." I mumbled, pushing away from him.

He stared at me for a moment, but I didn't dare look in his eyes. I was angry and I had the right to be angry and if I looked at him, I would come undone and he would make me feel better, but I wanted to hold on to my anger for a moment loner, so I began to help him pack. He slowly joined me, and we grabbed our belongings in silence.

Once we were done, we stomped down the stairs and when we reached the front door I looked back into the house. My mother was still sitting in the same place at the table, but Fynn was gone. Probably back to his room. I wanted to call out to her. I wanted to run and hug her, but I knew she didn't want me around right now. I decided I would give her time. She loved my father, she can love me too. We stepped outside and I took a deep breath. I looked over to Draco and he was staring at me. I wondered if he ever stopped from the moment we had started packing. He gave me a small smile and all I could do was nod. I wasn't angry with him, I was angry with the world, and he just happened to live in the world.

After a moment he turned and began to walk to the street. He sat on the curb and placed his head in his hands. I watched him and eventually walked out and sat next to him. He didn't look at me or move. Just sat there. Suddenly I heard it. Crying. I looked at him and his body was heaving up and down and I could see his hands trembling on his head. I leaned forward to try and see his face, but his hair was flopped over it. I placed my hand gently on his shoulder and he placed his hand on mine.

"I ruined your life." He finally said.

I took a deep breath and realized I wasn't being fair. I knew it wasn't his fault, but I had made him feel guilty. He was trying to be there for me and all I was doing was pushing him away. The same thing he used to do to me. I stood up and held my hand out to him. He sniffled, cleared his throat, and took my hand. He stood up and grabbed the trunks. I raised my wand in the air and after a moment we were twisting and turning through the air. Once we landed and my vision caught up to me, I could see Malfoy Manor in front of us. Draco looked down at me and I smiled up at him. A wave of relief flooded his face. I took him by the hand again and we walked to the door together. We pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was quiet and dark. There was a coldness in the air that made it seem as though no one had lived here for years. Thinking about it, that seemed fair to say. We walked up the stairs to his room and when we stepped in, I shut the door behind us. He set the trunks down and stared at me for a moment. I was leaning against the door and had my arms crossed. Finally, he slowly began to turn around to walk to his bed.

I pushed myself off the door and ran after him. When he heard my footsteps, he turned around and I crashed my lips hard on his. He stood there stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he walked me to the bed, laying my down on my back. He broke our kiss to stand up and look down at me. His eyes were full of hunger but guilt was still stained on his face. I kept my eyes locked on his, but I began to slowly pull my shirt off. He watched me, not moving, or saying anything. I raised an eyebrow up at him and he finally climbed on top of me. He began kissing me again and started to leave a trail of kisses from my lips, down my chin and neck and then to my chest.

I lifted my back enough that he could unclasp my bra and he did, very quickly. He sat up and ripped his shirt off over his head. I studied his chest and his shoulders. He leaned back over me and quickly began kissing my bare chest again. He slowed down once he reached my nipple and began to twirl his tongue around it. I could feel it hardening under the feel of the warmth of his tongue. Then he placed his whole mouth around it. I could hear him moaning which caused me to want him more. He leaned back and looked down at me beneath him.

"Quinn." He whispered, his lips parted and swollen. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I sat up with him and placed my hands on his cheeks.

"Then show me." I whispered back.

He crashed his lips on mine and grabbed the back of my head. He grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled me back, so my face turned up and he had full access to my neck. I slowly laid back down as he sucked and bit at my neck and collar bone, moaning with each lick of his tongue. He began to undue my pants and sat up to pull them off, leaving me naked on his bed. He stood up and began to undue his belt while watching my body as goosebumps began to form all over my skin.

"Roll over." He demanded.

I blushed but did what he said. I looked back at him from over my shoulder and his eyes shot from my ass to my eyes. A smirk formed on his lips, and he raised an eyebrow.

"That view." He muttered.

My cheeks became hot, and my stomach grew butterflies. I jumped when I felt his hand on my back. His touch was ice cold. He ran his hand slowly from between my shoulders to the top of my ass. He leaned forward and bit me. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to make me scream out quietly. He sat up and leaned forward on me, resting his stomach on my back and placed his lips on my ear.

"Put your hands behind your back." He whispered.

Nervously I did what I was told and placed both my hands behind my back. I felt him grab my wrists and wrap what felt like his tie around them. He knotted them tightly and tugged on them a bit.

"Too tight?" He asked softly.

I shook my head no and he let go of my wrists. I could feel him beginning to slowly rub his hand along my backside and I pushed my hips back into his hand. He let out a soft chuckle before grabbing me by the waist and jerking my ass into the air. With my hands tied behind my back this position caused me to be very vulnerable with him. My face was down against the bed and my bottom was raised in the air. I trusted him though and decided to let him do what he pleased. Once again, I could feel his hand tracing down my back and on to my ass before he began to slowly rub his thumb against my entrance. This caused me to shudder. He continued to softly rub his thumb in circles, and I pushed back against him again. I wanted more. He stopped long enough to slide his finger slowly inside of me. I rolled my eyes and let out a soft moan as he began to move his finger in a 'come here' motion inside of me.

He was still fingering me when I felt his teeth on my skin right above my ass.

"Tell me you want me." He demanded.

"I want you, Draco." I whimpered.

"Beg."

"Fuck." I cried out. "Draco, please. I want you. I need you." I pleaded. And it was all true.

He pulled his finger out and in one quick motion he slide himself inside of me. I turned my head so that I was resting on my chin and let out a loud moan. He began to thrust himself inside of me, harder with each pump. After a moment he grabbed the tie and pulled back on it, causing my chest to lift. This caused him to be able to thrust deeper inside of me. With each motion, I wanted more. He made me feel so good and I wanted more. I could hear him grunting behind me and this caused me to come more undone. He let go of the tie and I fell back on to my face. He took his hands and grabbed my waist and started pulling me into him at the same time he thrusted himself into me, causing him to go harder. He slid one hand around my waist and began rubbing his finger against my clit. This caused me to come fully undone at his touch.

"Draco..." I gasped.

"Yeah? You like that?" He began to circle his finger faster, causing my walls to tighten.

"I'm gonna- I'm" I couldn't get a sentence out.

My brain was cloudy with the feeling of him inside me and I couldn't catch my breath.

"Good girl." He grumbled.

Just then my legs tightened and so did my stomach. I gripped the tie that was around my wrists and hands and let out a few loud moans. He softly chuckled and began to fuck me harder. My body started to shake, and I could feel that he was getting close too. After a few more thrusts I could feel him finish and I could hear his lungs gasping to try and catch his breath. He placed his hand on my lower back and I turned my head to look up at him. He was smiling down at me with a devilish smile, admiring what he had just done. My cheeks got hot, and it made me smile as well. He stood up and untied my hands. I rolled over and sat up and he grabbed my chin in his hand, lifting it up to look at him.

"That's what you do to me, Stillstone." He stated, placing a kiss on my forehead.

Butterflies filled my stomach and I sat there for a moment, not knowing what to do. He climbed in bed next to me, still naked and pulled me down to lay next to him. He rolled me over so I was facing him and he wrapped his arm around me. I tucked myself into his chest and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath and smelling a mixture of his sweat and mint. I was home.

"Are you ok?" He finally asked.

I knew he was referring to my mother and Fynn, but I was too tired to talk about it. Or maybe I didn't know how I felt yet. I looked up at him and kissed his nose, silently nodding my head. I rested my head back down and leaned against him as he pulled me in closer.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." He smiled.