I'm A Slave For You-Chp54

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

"Well? Are our cubs alright?"

"Hush, Remy, and let her do her job."

Remus sniggered bashfully as he stepped aside to let Prof. Sinistra's mother, Mrs. Hetalia Sinistra, carry on examining the baby with her wand and her other equipment. Draco was coming close to his 6th month and the cubs in him were getting feistier and feistier as time went by. Prof. Sinistra, all-rounder as she may be, did not have the exact legalities of a midwife to handle the examination despite being brought up in such environment, but she did have a mother who worked part-time as a midwife in St. Mungo, so every 3 weeks since she started becoming Draco's private tutor, Mrs. Sinistra would come over and do the examinations and follow-up procedures to go with it. Severus was there as well whenever the examination took place to get the list of potions Mrs. Sinistra advised he should take during the blonde's pregnancy.

"Well, everything seems to be fine," Mrs. Sinistra said as she waved away the cloudy images that served like a magical version of an ultrasound. "Their heartbeats are as strong as their last check-up and yes, it is confirmed, you have two beautiful little girls."

"Told you," Draco grinned smugly at Remus, in which Remus rolled his eyes and chuckled humorously.

"Yes, yes. I owe you one."

"Well?" Severus approached Mrs. Sinistra, who was packing up her things, and asked, "Anything I need to prepare for him?"

"Nothing at the moment," the old midwife replied. "Just make sure he takes his supplement potions and keep up with the Lamaze breathing. Other than that, I think he and the babies are doing fine."

"Very well," Severus nodded, making a mental note of it.

"Well, well, I see what the commotion is about."

Severus rolled his eyes as the familiar smell of booze-ridden clothes permeated the area.

"Black. Finally recovered from your hangover?"

"Don't get smart with me, Snivellus," Sirius barked as he harshly made way for Prof. Sinistra and her mother to leave the room. "This is my house and I expect you to at least respect that. When are you all gonna bloody leave, anyways?"

"We've been through this forever, Sirius," Draco sighed, tired of Sirius' constant drunken verbal abuse. "As soon as I have my twins, we will be out of your hair in no time. You won't even know we're gone."

"Yeah, well, don't go having the brats here in my home. I don't wanna have all that birth jizz all over my bed or anything."

Remus growled, glaring at him, clearly insulted by that remark.

"And keep that mutt on a leash, Drake! Honestly, why did I even agree to put up with this anyway? You are a half-breed whom Luc had no bloody common sense to give the snipping as soon as he bought him and you are carrying two cursed children that should be terminated as soon as it spawned in you. I tell you, if the Ministry finds out about this, not even the amount of my wealth is gonna save you two from being dragged out of my house by the nose and locked up in Azkaban."

"You just be sure to uphold your end of the bargain and everything will be over before you know it," Severus warned with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "What do you want now, other than insulting my godson and his mate?"

Sirius let out a long frustrated sigh and grumbled, "Cousin Tonks is here, again, and she brought company."

No sooner she said that than the said company came in, exclaiming Draco's name and hugging ensued. Tonks, ever since she heard about Draco's pregnancy from Severus, had become more or less a regular visitor to the Black estate to visit her little Drakey-poo and ogle over the babies in him, stating time and time again that she couldn't wait to be officially the babies' godmother once they are born. Hermione and Ron made friends with Tonks through Harry and Severus and would join her in her visit to Draco whenever they can, and today was one of their lucky days to get out of school to do so.

"Careful with your visits, guys," Draco smirked at the Old Married Couple. "You're gonna be behind studies if this keeps up. After all, I can't miss you guys if you're not gone."

"Are you saying you don't like our presence, Draco?" Ron put his hands on his hips, but from the tone of his voice, he was faking anger.

"As much as I like seeing your red head. You come any more frequent and you'll set fire to this place."

"Oh, stop bickering, you two!" Hermione giggled at their play-fighting. "You guys are in your 6th year, for crying out loud."

Sirius rolled his eyes at this while Severus and Remus just shook their head and took all this in humorously. Despite the fact that Draco and the Old Married Couple bicker the moment they meet, they knew that in truth, they had gotten over their initial rivalry as house enemies and were actually enjoying each other's company like normal teenagers should. If only the other Gryffindors and Slytherins could behave like this.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Tonks said as she produced a few parchments on the bed. "Here's a bit of update on the Riddle case."

Everyone, including the previously apathetic Sirius, leaned over to look. Ever since Tom Riddle was out at large, every Auror was given a copy of the Potter lineage family tree to keep track of the possible victims and also be prepared to strike out names if they were too late to track down someone and the person or persons end up dead. As Tonks unrolled the parchment, they all saw that the names were getting struck out more and more, till there was barely enough branches left to show any signs of hope that any of the Potter bloodline would remain. The only comfort they got out of reading the parchment was that Harry's name was still on the branch, showing that Harry was still alive and well.

"At least that is a sight for sore eyes," Severus sighed as he looked away from the parchment, his heart ached at the thought of the name being struck off.

"This is terrible," Hermione picked up the lineage parchment and scanned through the names that were struck off. "He's really creating a sort of genocide out of this. I really fear for Harry now."

"Bloody hell, so do I!" Ron exclaimed. "There have been a few times when I woke up all sweaty because I had a nightmare of something bad happen to old Har."

"I agree with Hermione," Draco said as he took the parchment from Hermione and studied it as well. "He is moving too fast and killing them off quicker than you can blink. What are the Aurors doing about this, Auntie Nymphadora?"

"Sadly, not much," Tonks sighed and shrugged. Normally she would snarl at anyone who called her by her first name and insisted to be called by her last but surprisingly even to Sirius, Draco was the only one who is allowed to call her by that name. "We were charged by the Ministry to go and warn the families on the list of the impending dangers of Riddle's attacks, and some of them who were on the higher priority list were relocated to safe houses nearby the Ministry district, but no matter what we do, Riddle always seems to be one step ahead of us. People are wondering whether there is a spy or insider among us to be able to be ahead of our every move, and the Ministry is starting to suspect one another. Just last week, when we sent Aurors and Dementors to safeguard one of the higher priorities, they were defeated without a single struggle and…well, you know how Riddle's MO with his targets."

A shiver ran down Severus' spine as he remembered the picture in the Daily Prophet of the Dursley massacre, fearing the worst for his little beloved.

"We've done an investigation in Riddle's cell where he was imprisoned before he escaped with the help of a corrupt Dementor, thanks to that ratty Pettigrew fellow. It seems that Pettigrew had managed to sneak in a wand when he was arrested—no idea how the body search could miss that—and used the Patronus charm to force one of the Dementors into submission, then ordering it to release him before going to Riddle's cell and releasing him as well. He made use of its chill factor to freeze the heavy duty chains that was used to tie Riddle down before Pettigrew used a spell to break the frozen chains."

"Bloody smart bastard!" Ron grumbled.

"Peter has always known to be rather resourceful," Sirius said as he read some of the investigation reports. "I wouldn't be surprised that he hid the wand where the sun doesn't shine. So what of the Dementor?"

"It was somehow subdued and killed by Riddle," Tonks replied in slight morbid fascination. "We have yet to know how powerful Riddle can be with or without his wand, but we know how deep his hatred for the Potter bloodline is."

"How bad is it?" Remus asked, equally worried for his little friend.

"We examined his cell after the initial shock of his escape settled in. It seems that he had been making use of his time being bound in those magically-bonded heavy duty chains by practicing his wandless magic instead. On his walls were burnt marks all over spelling the words 'Death to Potters' over and over again, literally covering it. He even managed to engrave some of the words onto the chains when he ran out of room to write."

"Damn…" Draco breathed. And he thought his own method of grudge-holding was worse.

"I hope wherever Harry is, he is safe and well hidden," Hermione nibbled her thumbnail, a habit she had whenever she got a little agitated. "I feel so bad for him right now. Being his friend and incapable of helping him."

"Aren't we all, Mione?" Ron sighed, stroking her back to ease her.

"Can I trust you all with a secret?"

Everyone looked up at Severus who had been rather silent throughout the whole ordeal. Gathering his wits, Severus let out a sigh and told those present where Harry was. He told them about the arrangement between Albus and Kyteler-Magee and Harry officially a student in Kym under the watchful eye of the Headmistress and the guidance of the young boy named Aaron. Once he done telling his tale, he felt somewhat lifted, as if his burden has been evened out for other people to share.

"I have heard and read about that school," Hermione noted. "It's rather respectable and had been getting good reviews and building up a moderate reputation so far, but not too big of a reputation to give away anything. I think Harry will be safe there."

"He'd better be!" Ron exclaimed. "A new school in a new Unplottable in the middle of nowhere in Ireland better be like Fort Knox to protect him! A child's life is on the line here!"

"You must promise me never to reveal this to anyone," Severus said. "You must swear on it. And that means you too, Black, since you heard it as well."

"Me??" Sirius scowled. "You're the one who couldn't keep your trap shut and spouted it out! Why drag me into this?!"

"Swear it, Black, or else!"

"For Harry, I'm willing to swear it under the Unbreakable Vow if I have to," Draco volunteered.

"No, you can't, not with your condition," Remus took his hand worriedly.

"Maybe I have a way. It's not as lethal as the Unbreakable Vow, but just as binding," Tonks offered as she went to Draco's desk. "May I, Drakey-poo?"

"Sure, go ahead," Draco replied.

Tonks rummaged through Draco's desk and took out a piece of paper and a quill. She scribbled something on the paper at the desk before bringing it forward to the rest of the group. When they peered in to see the content, it read:

I solemnly swear that whatever has been spoken within this room regarding Harry James Percival Jr. Potter-Dumbledore's whereabouts remains in this room.

Signed:

"It works very well among my colleagues during our secret Auror Meetings and also towards people we wish to refrain from spilling the beans on ultimately crucial cases. Basically we sign our names in blood on this paper under this section, and then cast the appropriate spell—which I cannot reveal to you due to my job—and have someone who is outside of the circle to keep the paper."

"But it's just paper with ink," Remus said. "It's not exactly binding. And…what do you mean by signing our names in blood?"

"That's the binding part," Tonks replied. "Once you signed the name there and cast the spell, whenever you feel the urge to let the cat out of the bag, the spell will act like some sort of obliviating spell to hold your tongue, making you forget what you wanted to spill in the first place. And to get that blood, we'll have to use this."

Severus widened his eyes as he saw her whip out a pink quill from her robes pocket. He recognized that quill anywhere. Hermione the Human Encyclopedia widened her eyes at the sight of it, obviously recognizing it as well.

"Is that…Is that Umbridge's quill?"

"Technically no. We managed to duplicate her original quill and use it for our own for this kind of contract."

"What about that quill, Uncle Sev?" Draco asked.

"Umbridge used it before to punish students back when she replaced Flitwick as a substitute teacher while I was still a teacher trainee," Severus explained with utter disgust in his voice. "Whenever a student crosses her, she would make them write lines, and the ink is taken from your own blood, leaving very painful lesions on your hands. I know students have to be punished whenever they deserve it, but even that is too harsh for my standards."

"So? Shall we?" Tonks offered the quill to anyone who wanted to sign first. Severus almost immediately came over to sign it, and true to what he said, the teens had their first hand experience in witnessing the effects of signing using that accursed quill. No sooner he signed it than the letters were scrawled onto the back of his palm, as if there was an invisible knife cutting through his skin to spell out his name where the bloody ink was drawn out from. Once the scrawling was done, the teens and Remus looked like they almost forgot to breathe.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed his trademark remark.

"Uh…How many lines did you say that Umbridge woman made them write?" Draco asked.

"Until they get it into their heads, as she put it," Severus replied, massaging his hand that was starting to throb. "Trust me, it wasn't pretty."

"Bloody hell!"

Despite Remus' protests, Draco was the second to volunteer to sign, followed by Hermione, Ron, Tonks, Remus and finally a very reluctant Sirius, and they all felt the wrath of the scrawling on their skin. As soon as Tonks was done casting a wordless magic onto the paper, she looked up and said, "Now, who of the outside circle should keep this?"

"I might know just the person," Sirius smirked, then stuck his head out of the door, yelling, "PAPRIKA!!!"

Paprika came in a jiffy, dressed in her naked apron again. Hermione had to slap the upside of Ron's head to get his goo-goo eyes off the servant's naked body.

"You called, Master Black?"

"You still have that locket I gave you?" Sirius asked in a commanding tone.

"Y-Yes, Master. Why…?"

"No questions, Paprika. Just stay still," Sirius barked as he folded the piece of paper as small as he could before shrinking it to the size of a tooth with his wand. He then reached into Paprika's cleavage—making her squeak in the process—and stuffed the paper into the locket before saying, "Keep it there. Don't take it out until I say so. Don't ask, just keep it. OK?"

"Y-Yes, Master."

After dismissing Paprika, Sirius left the room to booze up again, leaving the rest of the group continuing to chat about things before they decided they've outstayed their welcome. Bidding goodbye to the couple, Tonks, Severus and the Old Married Couple left, finally giving the duo some alone time.

"Well, that was rather eventful," Draco said as he massaged his scrawled hand.

"Are you alright, love?" Remus asked as he leaned down to kiss and lick the wounds off his little Master's hand. "Does it hurt badly?"

"Stop babying me, Remy. It's just a scratch."

"I should. I owe you for losing a bet on our babies' gender, did I not?"

"Well, since you put it that way," Draco said in a sly tone as he lay his hands on the older man's thighs, "How's about I give you head?"

Remus took a breath, his body already reacting from the touch on his thighs, "That's…not exactly what I had in mind, Drake. I lost the bet, not you."

"Same difference. Are you sure you don't want it?" Draco teased, running his hand along the thigh seductively.

"W…Well, I…" Remus wanted to give in at first but shook his head and took Draco's wrists. "No, Drake. You just had your check up. You shouldn't…"

"And that was like, what, forever ago? I want to taste you. Have your huge cock in my mouth. It's been so long, Remy. And I'm sure that 'little friend' of yours agrees with me."

Remus gulped. He could let Draco do it and get relief or push Draco aside, which was what he knew he had to do because of the check up just now. Better safe than sorry, right? But then again, it had been so long since they did it. Their last sex a month ago resulted in a false alarm where Mrs. Sinistra thought that she couldn't hear the children's heartbeat, making Draco go almost in a panic frenzy, thinking their sexual act killed their babies, until Mrs. Sinistra found that the babies had only shifted to a position in Draco's womb where she couldn't pick up the sound that easily. It may have been a false alarm, but it scared the couple into abstinence for a month, and now Draco's seductive caress on his thighs was starting to awaken his primal urges, he was having second thoughts about rejecting the young blonde.

"Do you really want to…?"

"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't, would I?" Draco said huskily, tracing his fingers lightly at the crotch.

"Alright, but only if I return the favour first."

"What? I told you, it's the same difference."

"No, it doesn't. I lost the bet, I should return the favour first. That's the way it is, my love, or this 'little friend' of mine is not going to come out."

Draco pouted and wanted to protest, but seeing Remus had that naughty but adamant face on, he knew he wasn't going to balk. Remus took his sigh of defeat as a green light and turned him around, pulling him down on his hips. He ran one hand under Draco's shirt, taking a sniff while running another hand along Draco's round belly, caressing it gently. Slowly he reached around to take the young blonde's pants, which was easily slipped off due to its nature as a maternity pants. Touching lightly at Draco's awakening cock, he could feel him shiver a little at the contact.

"Feel good?" Remus asked, licking Draco's earlobe.

"Mmh…Y-Yeah…" Draco whispered, his breathing starting to quicken from the sensation.

Remus leaned in and kissed Draco's neck, really missing the intimacy between them as he cupped the boy's cock. Draco gasped silently at the contact, his feelings mutual with the half-wolf. Remus grinned and started rubbing up and down his cock, kissing Draco's slender fair neck again and inhaling that intoxicating smell of his little beloved. Draco whined out in pleasure as his hands unconsciously gripped at Remus' pants. Having those strong hands pumping him felt wonderfully good and he could feel the older man's cock getting harder and bigger, pressing against his ass, showing that Remus was feeling good as well on the other end. Having a warm body next to his, Remus indeed felt like he was in heaven. He stroked harder, making the young blonde breath erratically.

"How does it feel, my little Master, to have my hand on your cock?" Remus asked, his voice barely a whisper near Draco's ear.

"I…I…It feels…good…" Draco let his moans out as the familiar build-up in his pit of stomach came. "Oh, s…so…so good…Damn, I missed this so much…"

"I'm glad you feel that," the older man replied as his hand went under Draco's shirt and lightly stroked his nipples in turn, making the boy tremble.

"Y-Yes…Feels good…Feels so good…I think I'm gonna come…"

"Then come, Draco, my lovely Master."

"Yes…Yes…" Draco's voice went up a pitch higher as the hand that stroke his cock went even faster. "Yes…I'm coming…!!"

So saying, Draco let his load out all over Remus' hand as he moaned in his release. Being that they have been in abstinence for a month, the young blonde let loose quite a lot that was built up over the month, making his orgasm lasting longer than usual. After pumping him some more to milk him out, Remus took his hand away and licked the cum off his hand, savouring every drop as his other hand held him close to his chest, his fingers tracing along Draco's pregnant belly. As his body spasms from his orgasms calmed down, Draco remembered the bulge of Remus' aroused crotch pressing against his ass and reached down to tease it.

"Someone's not satisfied yet, I see."

"Yes, deeply unsatisfied," Remus groaned, grounding back against Draco's hand.

"Then let me take care of that."

Draco slid off Remus' lap as soon as he can feel his legs after his orgasm and started sucking first at the fabric that imprisoned the older man's cock. While Remus ran his hand through Draco's silky hair, Draco used his teeth to undo the zip of Remus' pants and pulled him out. He was taken a little by surprise how big the man meat was. Merlin's beard! Draco thought. Was it that long since we did it? We must've some Herculian willpower to hold out for so long!

"It can't be helped, I suppose," Remus said as he stroke Draco's cheek, as if able to read Draco's mind through his facial expression, "Remembering that false alarm was enough to scare my dick back into the pants."

"Suddenly unable to hear Abigail and Amarinth's heartbeat was a little scary," Draco replied as he swallowed a little before taking the rod, kissing and sucking the tip.

"Already decided on the names, I see."

"The kids did," Draco smiled as he traced circles around the head of the cock. "It's like they're acting as my inner voice and bombarding subliminal messages in my head."

Remus took Draco's chin and leaned over to kiss Draco, while Draco continued to stroke Remus' exposed rod. After deepening the kiss and snogging until the need for air forced them apart, Remus let go and stroke Draco's back lovingly.

"I love you, Drake. You and our cubs."

"I love you too, Remy."

With that, Draco returned to give Remus head, enjoying the feel of Remus' fingers stroking his hair and running them through it. He ran his tongue all over the length before relaxing his throat and tried to take in as much of him as possible. Remus bit his lip, really missing the feel of wet heat around his member. Draco hummed as he bobbed in and out, sucking and licking in intervals while his hand took the rest of the length that he couldn't fit in his mouth, stroking it.

"Ah…Just like that…Yes…" Remus breathed as he cupped the back of Draco's head. "Gods, you're really getting better at this."

Draco continued giving him head, remembering the first time he did this for Remus. It felt a little bit nostalgic to think that it was when they were in the early stages of their relationship as Young Master and slave, having secret escapades to the stables to give each other head that started this whole relationship. He remembered that back then, he couldn't stand the idea of having someone's dirty cock in his mouth, no matter how much he secretly yearned for Remus when he was in Lucius' servitude, but now here he was, tasting every inch of that glorious man meat and loving it.

"Ah…I'm gonna come soon," Remus said. "Pull off quick."

Draco muffled his disagreement and sucked harder, telling him he wanted his load in his mouth. Against his better judgment, Remus came, unable to hold back anymore after feeling the vibration of Draco's voice on his throbbing cock. Draco could taste the salty bitterness in his mouth he loved so much as Remus came, bathing the insides of his mouth with his seed. He was tempted to swallow all in but remembers Mrs. Sinistra and Severus' warning about the possible after-effects on the child's digestive system. He pulled out and held out the bottom of his shirt before opening his mouth to spit out the cum, some of them dribbling out of the corner of his lips.

"Sorry, Drake," Remus said as he wiped the excess cum off Draco's lips with his own shirt. "I wanted to pull out but…"

"It's alright, Remy," Draco replied as he crumpled the soiled shirt and took it off, careful not to spill it onto the floor before bundling it up and tossed it into the laundry basket. "I was the one who wanted it in my mouth. I just miss the taste, is all."

"Once our cubs are born, you can drink in as much as you want, love," Remus said as he kissed his forehead, then saw Draco's cock reawakened and pointing towards the ceiling and grinned, "Haven't had enough yet, Drake?"

"Not my fault your cock tasted so exquisite," Draco pouted and looked away, trying unsuccessfully to hide his erection.

"Oh?" Remus grinned deviously and made a motion to put himself away. "Well, if that's what you believe, then I think my 'little friend' here should just go away…"

"Don't you bloody put that away, you tease! Who's the Master here?!"

Within seconds, and laughter and play fighting in between, clothes were strewn carelessly all over the floor, the door was locked and muffled moans and groans could be heard echoing out of Draco's room.

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Lucius sat outside the backyard musing about his loss as usual. Because of his loss of libido, he had to send away his slaves back to the business and Narcissa was giving him colder shoulders by the minute, spouting verbal abuse at him for not doing something about his "pencil rod", as she put it, and always ending up screaming at each other's neck and a poor servant becoming his punching bag whenever one was there in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Damn you, Snape!" Lucius cursed. "Damn you all to hell!"

"Now that isn't something a gentleman of elite class would say now, is it?"

Lucius spun round to see a hooded man standing eerily quiet beside him, his robes looking almost as long and as tattered as a Dementor. Beside him stooped a fat and ugly mouse-like man who was dressed just as equally ragged. The blonde was sitting just right within the eye level of the hooded man and whatever light he had in the backyard was enough to enable him to see the man behind the hood.

"Y…You!" Lucius jumped up. He took out his wand from his cane but was immediately disarmed using wandless magic by the hooded man, and the latter didn't even have to lift a finger.

"Ooh, that is a good one, Master," the mouse-like man replied. "A very, very good one…"

"Silence, Wormtail," the hooded man snapped. "You weren't given permission to speak."

Wormtail stooped back again, biting his lip to refrain from making a sound.

"Wh…What do you want from me?" Lucius asked in a quivering voice. Never had he felt so afraid, so petrified by a person's presence alone. Was this what all his victims felt whenever they were faced with Tom Marvolo Riddle, the man who murdered thousands in cold blood?

"Oh, you definitely have something I need, Mr. Malfoy," Riddle replied, grinning as he removed his hood, revealing his face. Despite his pale complexion, he was a handsome man with straight, long-flowing hair that reached almost to his waist, and he had haunting reddish-black eyes that reminded Lucius of snakes, and when he grinned, two tiny fangs protruded from the corner of his lips almost like a vampire.

"You…You got the wrong family! I am not related to the Potter bloodline in any way! You must be mistaken with…"

"Hush now, dear Mr. Malfoy. I know my lineage potions. I know you are not related to them, despite the fact that one of your predecessors did marry a Potter—I've taken care of that—but this is not what I'm here for. You know by my works that I would never attack a pure-blood unless necessary."

"Th…Then what is it you want?"

"I'm here to offer what you want, my dear Mr. Malfoy. Of course, it will come with a price."

"What do you know about what I want?" Lucius looked at him skeptically.

"Oh, I know you are a little lacking in…" Riddle chuckled icily as he came close to Lucius, running his finger along the blonde's jaw-line, before suddenly gripping at the blonde's crotch, making him gasp, "that area, if you get my drift. I can help you with that."

"And…And what makes you think I will blindly accept your offer and won't go to the authorities to incriminate you?"

"Oh, you won't incriminate me. Not when I have your life on the line. Besides, I know deep down inside, you like my work. I'm ridding the world of all the impurities and blood traitors, cleansing the wizarding world through and through to make it a better place for the truly pure-blooded, and I know you agree with me that the less of these mongrels around, the better."

"That is coming from someone who is a half-blood himself," Lucius muttered, but soon knew it was a bad move as he felt Riddle's strong grip around his neck.

"It was a mistake on my mother's I intend to correct, but it will be done after I completed what destiny wills me to do. Don't tempt your fate, Mr. Malfoy, or I wouldn't be so generous to make you my offer again."

With that, Riddle threw him down to the ground. Lucius coughed and choked as he tried to regulate his breathing, the thought of dying there and then by this psychotic mass murderer's hand crossing his mind.

"Now, do you wish to receive my offer? Speak now, for I will not give you the courtesy of a second chance."

Lucius' thoughts went to overdrive. This man who killed in such a manner that would make Jack the Ripper look like a wuss was there, offering him the chance to regain his libido back and to regain his sexual drive that he took pride in very much. He could accept it and be an accomplice to a murderer, or refuse it and spend the rest of his life being ridiculed by Narcissa and possibly by more people as time goes by. His close friends—if you could call people who go around currying your favour and indulging your every whim and fancy just to get a chance to put their hands into your money pockets friends—have already found out about his 'predicament' and chortling at him behind his back, and that was bringing down his self-esteeem faster than a bullet train. Or worse, if he refused, he might have his soul stripped from his body alive at this very second by this mad man before him, and he was the self-proclaimed man to live on the motto of survival for the fittest and that a Malfoy will get what he wants, by any means necessary.

"What say you, dear Mr. Malfoy?"

What else had he to lose?

"Name your price, my liege."