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Our own Prison by MoonBuzzLeto
Chapter 5 : Playing with fire
 
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“Daddy, daddy, Look I caught a frog! He saw himself as a small boy of about six or seven running with a large green frog held between his hands. Closer he got he saw something was off. The boy looked just like him, but didn’t sound like him; he never would have referred to Lucius as anything other than the formal, father. His parents had always insisted his appearance be Immaculate and this boys face and robes were streaking with dirt and what looked like pond scum. And he appeared to be standing above the boy, looking down at the boy and he noticed his eyes were amber and not blue. Then he saw himself scoop the small boy into his arms and laugh heartily. “Scorpius, Scorpius...  there you are a mess again. Your mother is going to have my hide if you track more mud into the house. Go clean up before she sees you and we’ll find a new home for your friend”

He put the boy down and he nodded thoughtfully, his expression seemed awfully familiar but Draco couldn’t place it. “I wonder if Mamma’s library has a book on frogs. I want to know what to feed him and how to care for him”

“I imagine your Mamma has books on just about everything, run and see okay?” the boy kissed him and ran along merrily. Draco turned as if to walk into the house and before he did he heard a shrill scream and he turned to find the source of the cacophony.

 “Daddy looks what I can do! I can fly!”

 He looked up and saw a girl, even smaller than the boy, with close cropped dark curls and overalls hanging one handed from a broom looking as if she could fall at any second. In a second he was running with his arms out

“Cara Jane! get down right now before you get hurt!”

The little girl let go of the broom and just barely landed in Draco’s arms. She smelled like cookies and laughed the most precious sound Draco had ever heard. “Cara, my love, you mustn’t try to fly daddy’s broom anymore without help”

The little girl pouted and he thought even that face was oddly familiar too “Daddy, I am six years old, I am not a baby” She said defiantly and he chuckled, rubbing his face against her soft hair. “You will always be my baby” she kissed his nose and wiggled from his grasp. The broom whizzed back and fourth overhead and Draco whispered the spell to ground it. He turned once again when the doors to Malfoy manor swung open and a small dark haired woman with a stomach that looked as if she swallowed a quaffle waddled awkwardly out. The woman wore a light blue flowered dress and gold rimmed glasses

“Darling” he chided “what are you doing upon your feet?  Dr. Throppe said you need to rest”

                “Draco, I am pregnant, not an Invalid! Besides this is my fourth child... I know what I’m doing. Narcissus finally took his nap and It’s such a beautiful day, I wanted to walk in the sun for a while”

                Draco caught the woman around her ample middle and rubbed the mound tenderly

“I swear you are larger this time than with the others. Maybe we’ll have twins, or even triplets!” he smirked and she smacked his am

“Say that again and I shall curse you into next week!” But her amber eyes were laughing as he bent to kiss her lips

“I love you Celestia Malfoy” he sighed and she hugged him tight “I love you too, Draco”

 

Draco opened his eyes, and watched the pattern the firelight was casting across the ceiling. His brow furrowed worriedly “what the hell was that?” he was puzzled at his latest dream. He knew he was expected to marry and reproduce, to carry on the Malfoy and Black bloodlines but Tenderness, love and laughter? He never foresaw that for himself, he always thought his marriage would be like that of his parents: cold and informal. In the dream he was so happy. He remembered the full feeling in his heart as he played and snuggled with his children and how it had raced when he saw her. He laughed to himself. Well, even though a Selwyn was a suitable match for him, she was so dull surely it couldn’t be like that. Celestia Selwyn was far from his type.

 

So hold out your hand, then
it’s a pleasure to meet you, where the hell have you been
and were you around when
everything fell to pieces, again and again
and are you lonely like me...



Then he remembered how she held him to take his pain away, how he saw no judgment in her beautiful eyes. How she fixed his breakfast and made him laugh.

 

When heaven lets you out
You'll find me from the inside out
You'll be strong, you'll be proud, and you'll feel
You'll cry when I cry

 

Draco was scared. In one week, Celestia had made him question his whole life. Surely he wasn’t falling for her. He looked to her sleeping on the Divan looking sweet and clumsy and his heart gave a little lurch. It’s just being trapped with her and she’s the only woman in sight. I am sexually frustrated and bored as hell, nothing more. He hoped.




Your heart beats to mine, oh my
And I can't wait for you to be real...
Tell me who you are, now
You’re every detail, tell me what you're about
And give me the lowdown
Tell me, are you the same within as you are without
And are you waiting for me...







 




                After a dinner of Veal chops and potatoes Celestia curled on her normal spot on the Divan with a good book.  A visual  tour of Magical France. Celestia had been to France twice with her family and had loved it dearly. She always pictured herself owning a little cottage n the French countryside. 

And every time I turn around, it's one round down
And what I thought I found, well I've lost it again
And after all this time, I'd give it one more try
'Cause you were here inside me
Growing and growing, without ever even knowing you're mine



                She was lost in daydreams so she didn’t see Draco creep up and snatch the book from her hands and run across the chamber with it, laughing all the while.

                “Give it back now Malfoy!” She shouted in her attempt at an authorizes voice. It her dismay he only stood up on the chair and laughed harder

                “Make me Selwyn!”

 He was a foot taller than her without the chair but with it, he seemed giant-like. She jumped up a few times and this caused him to roar louder, doubling over slightly

                “You’re always reading... You need to loosen up and have some fun”

                “What the hell am I supposed to do with my time? Stare at you all day?”

He jumped down from the chair and looked into her eyes teasingly “You know you’d want to”

                “Could you possibly be more full of yourself?”

                “Could you possibly be more uptight?”

“Jerk”

“Frigid little snit”

“Don’t you dare call me that!”

Before Draco could realize what she was doing she dived against him slamming her fists into his stomach. He lost his footing and went sailing over the arm of the Divan landing with a hard thud. He grabbed at her shirt in an attempt to catch himself and accidentally pulled her down square on top of him.


“Wow. There’s some fire in you after all” he quipped but stopped when he realized the position they were in.  His hand rested on the small of her back and her shirt had ridden up just enough to where he could feel her soft skin shooting warmth all the way up his arm.  He was breathless, but he thought it had nothing to do with her weight on him, and everything to do with her tiny body pressed against his. Time stood still as they stared each other down, each afraid to move and just for a second Draco saw those beautiful children reflected in her eyes. He quickly blinked this thought away.




                Celestia looked into Draco’s face intently and her heartbeat sped up errantly. My god, he’s beautiful” It was like those Ice- eyes had possessed her and all she could see was him. She was aware of his hand on her back and his gaze lowering to her lips. She lifted her hand, as if in a trance and stroked his face tenderly. He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. His arms went around her and she could feel his heart thundering near hers.

 

He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He’s as dumb as he seems
And more heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain’t right
It just ain’t right


                She wanted to break his hold on her, but she was entranced by him. They continued to just stare at each other for what seemed like forever. It was like someone had performed a tongue-tying hex on her and words would just not form.
Oh when I don’t know
I don’t know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster


                Then it seemed Celestia seemed to gather a little bit of her wits back. Even the Devil has the face of an angel. She reminded herself. Draco still seemed to stare at her dreamily holding on as if he would fall away if he let her go. She didn’t know what was coming over her. She had never felt like this before. Beautiful and sexy and absolutely female. He wants fire, I’ll give him fire” A voice came up from nowhere and before she could stop she was kissing him as if she would never kiss again.  She pressed her body hard against his and felt him shift slightly too where his knee was pressing hard between her legs. He groaned roughly and deepened the kiss and she could barely pull apart long enough to move her lips across his neck. He lifted her up and pinned her beneath him and she tore at his shirt until he finally tossed it to the ground. The sight of his sinewy body almost sent her flying over the edge. He lifted her shirt gingerly and kissed her stomach his hands wandering everywhere she would let them. Then it dawned on her. The fool honestly thought he could play her!  She brought her knees up and kicked him off her. He fell to the ground and stared at her openmouthed his eyes hard as flint.

                “What the Fuck??” he yelled and she giggled a little.

                “I told you to never call me frigid”

                “Okay, you’re not frigid. You’re hot as hell. I want you so bad right now, I don’t even think I can stand up. He gave her his best puppy face.

                “Save it Malfoy. You’re not as slick as you think you are! Has a woman ever told you no before?”

                “No” he admitted and she laughed. “Come on you big baby, let me help you up”

                She reached her hand to him and yanked him up. He stood over her and grabbed her around the waist pulling her close to him. His groin rubbed against her and she gave her best Mona Lisa smile

                “Little problem Darling?” she purred and he groaned

                “Far from little” his voice was ragged, his breathing shallow. He lifted her in his strong arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed his lips to hers again and she allowed her tongue to tease his for a moment before pulling away.

                “Don’t beg, Draco, it’s beneath you. Now put me down and go cool off”

His magical myth
As strong as with I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight



He put her down and she looked up into his face which was confused. She laughed

                “What the hell is so damn funny?”

                “You’re cute when you pout”

                He had never been called cute before.  He was unsure how he felt about it.

                “Is cute good?” He smiled and her heart flopped again. His hair fell into his eyes again and he looked irresistible.

                “In my book, yes”

She sat down and picked her book up off the floor and pretended to read it. What the hell was she playing at? He easily could have overpowered her and forced her if he wanted to” But he didn’t.

He was sitting on the chair twirling his wand between his long fingers and staring into the fire.

                “What are you thinking?” she asked. She couldn’t help it. She was so intrigued by this gorgeous paradox of a man. She wanted to crawl inside his head and take apart the cogs and analyze every dark corner.

                “I was thinking of that night when I was sick. How gentle you were. You would make a great mother someday”

Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster



 

She was floored. No one had ever said that to her before, she looked at his face to see if he was serious but his eyes were glazed over as if he were far off.  Her dearest dream was to have children. To teach them all she knew and watch they grow into smart independent people.

 She had never thought it possible so she had never voiced it to anyone but Cara, who had laughed and said well, you’re already a mother hen. It makes sense.


I'm longing for love and the logical
but he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long



 He was so fascinating she was drawn to him like a magnet. But she knew he was deadly. She didn’t know what to do, she knew she couldn’t look at him any longer so she left him to his daydream and went to take a bath, puzzled.


He’s soft to the touch
But afraid at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
He’s beautiful
such a beautiful disaster


 





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