Half-Dimension

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Draco's almost starstruck look dimmed as he glared at Lucius, petulant. "Why does it matter to you so much?" Draco asked, feeling a level of defensiveness that he was not accustomed to. "I get that you are interested but seriously? This has been the main thing you've been annoying about for months! It is all about what I am going to be, what the inheritance will give me, what I will present as. Don't think I did not notice! You even took me Tom to figure it out, as if it was so important that you did not care for the consequences that could happen regarding sneaking out of the school. I understand your worry, and curiosity, but what about, hey, are you feeling okay Draco? How is your body doing? Good job surviving. I don't know, something else!" eyes flashed dangerously red, and Lucius felt himself take a slight step back, anxious. Dragon. Definitely. Definitely. Dragon.

"Look, Lucius is just interested. It is rare to have multiple Malfoy siblings, and much less of the same bloodlines. He is curious, something I am certain you do not begrudge him." Lucius thanked Severus for stepping in mentally. For as much as Severus claimed he was not good at politicss, Lucius begged to differ. Htere was moments like this where it was obvious how amazing he really could be. Draco huffed but did not derate them again.

"You will find out later. Tom has some things to deal with and I am tired. I do not want to answer questions, much less questions about this." At this the nurse rushed them out of the room, knowing how bad it would be to destabalize her patient. Lucius felt anger flood through him at the injustice.

"He is my brother, I deserve to know what I can look forwards to the rest of my life!" He growled under his breath, angry. He wanted to make Draco pay, he wanted to punish him, lash him, curse him for putting him through this...and Lucius paused...unnerved.

He had never had these thoughts before. The desire to hurt someone completely unbidden because they did not do what he wanted. That was something that was rare, and never truly happened wiyh him. He was the first to admit he enjoyed putting Severus through the wringer, but Severus also enjoyed it, longing for the pain that Lucius gracefully provided. Lucius did not take pleasure in causing pain to those that did not want it, and his thoughts left him twitching in nervousness.

He had not lost control. he would know if he had, so what were these thoughts? These things that seemed to curse him. It was not the first time he had felt that longing desire to beat Draco into submission, back into his place, but it was the strongest of the moments where he had felt it. It scared him, made him anxious. He did not like the feeling as it made him feel as though he had lost control when he had not. His scales were not showing, his eyes not glowing when the thoughts plagued him. His nails did not lengthen. Yet, if he was not losing control at the thoughts, and that was why he kept having them, what was causing them?

It could not possbily be just because he could...Lucius never thought like that before. It similarly could not be because he was a sadist. Lucius loved pain, loved causing it, but he never loved harming an innocent, much less an innocent that did not enjoy the pain he was inflicting (as severus did). Certainly, he had a temper, and was known to slap, shove, and even slash his victims ever so often, but the thought of beating them? Continually, until they were begging for mercy? That did not cross his mind unless it was Severus in far more sensual positions.

It scared him, and as per usual he kept his mouth shut to his lover, not wanting to scare him off.