#dracomort

Malfoy Manor still looked the same, a year after the war. The garden looked prim and proper, peacocks roamed the grass, and the manor radiated dark magic. The youngest master of the manor, Draco Malfoy, was sitting between his parents during a Death Eater’s meeting, trying to keep his presence to a minimum. Seeing the way the Dark Lord commands the room sends nerves down Draco’s spine, and before he knows it, a shiver is brought out of him. Others around the room, including the Dark Lord, notice his movement and many smirk but stay silent, knowing they could get punished for speaking out of turn.

“The meeting is adjourned until tonight for an official dinner where I will be making an announcement to you all. For now, carry on with the tasks I have assigned to you. Young Malfoy, stay behind.”

Hearing the command in his voice, everyone stands to leave, many wondering what trouble the Malfoy kid could have caused to deserve a private torture. Draco’s parents, on the other hand, were both nervous. Narcissa couldn’t help but show concern on her face, and all Lucius could do was place a reassuring hand on Draco’s shoulder before leading Narcissa out of the room. 

The instant the last person steps past the room's threshold, the Dark Lord waved his hand and the doors were closed and warded. He then sits back in his chair, gaining an oddly smug smile on his face. Draco, once everyone is gone, also relaxes and stands from his chair to saunter over to the Dark Lord’s throne and with the Malfoy smirk on his face, places his hands on the man's lower thighs to spread them before lowering himself ever so slowly to kneel in front of his Lord. 

“I hope my performance was able to meet your standards, my Lord.”

“Well, my little snake, I would say you did an outstanding performance since you even convinced me you were afraid of me with that tremble of fear you displayed at the end for the others to see.”

Draco hears those words and instantly chuckles before smirking to himself as he climbs up his Lord’s body to straddle his hips. “You should know by now, Tom, it isn’t fear that makes me tremble.”

Tom, hearing this, grabs Draoc’s waist and pulls him closer. “What is it instead, my little snake?” Tom’s hands are making their way under Draco’s shirt, rubbing up and down his back, which sends a shiver down Draco’s spine.

“You know exactly what it is, Tom. Now, that meeting went on for way too long, all of them were prattling on and on about their achievements,” Draco exclaims, leaning his head on Tom’s shoulder. Tom takes that opportunity to lean into Draco’s neck and take in his scent, both taking comfort from each other. 

“Tom, what’s tonight’s dinner about? What is the special announcement going to be about?” 

“At tonight’s dinner, I plan to officially announce our courtship, my little snake.”

Draco, at those words, sits back in shock. “Tonight? But I thought you didn’t want to reveal our relationship so soon to the death eaters, not that I am complaining, but what changed your mind?”

“Well, I decided I don’t care what the death eaters think and can think of no reason not to announce it. If they have a problem with it, they should know not to voice it; otherwise, it’s going to be another crucio frenzy, which you know I could never get tired of.”

“You also know that I love to watch when you are in your element, my lord, looks delightful when he is in command.”

Draco barely got to finish his last word before Tom tightened his hold on Draco’s waist and apparated them to his private quarters. Tom sits himself on the edge of the bed, holding Draco’s waist between his legs. “Command, you say. Kneel.”

“How dare you, old man, honestly, make me kneel on this rough carpet, do you know who I am?” Draco scoffs, following his lord’s command but deciding to be a brat about it, loving every second of it.

“Oh, little snake,” Tom says, grabbing Draco’s chin, pulling his body forward, used to his brat behaviour. “I know exactly who you are and where you belong. Now, why don’t you show this old man exactly who you belong to?”

Without any words spoken between them, this act almost becomes second nature to them. Tom releases Draco’s chin and leans back while Draco uses both of his hands to unbuckle Tom’s pants and pull them down and off. 

After tossing the pants away, he takes his hand and spreads Tom’s legs wider, getting as close as he can before he grabs the base of his Lord’s erection. He first traces his tongue along the slit, where pre-cum was already leaking. Tom lets out a gasp, which becomes louder once Draco takes his head fully into his mouth. Before Draco can move himself, Tom’s hand finds its way into his hair, taking control of the movements, pressing Draco as low as he can. 

Draco’s lips meet the base of his cock and have to bring his hands up to Tom’s thighs to stabilise himself more, taking the opportunity to play with his balls. This causes Tom to moan a deep sigh and his cock pulses causing Draco to look up at him with a smug gleam in his eyes. The more Draco stays under Tom's control, the more irregular his movements become, making Draco aware that Tom is close. Draco prepares his throat to swallow, but squeals when he is yanked off of his Lord’s dick and placed around his body like a koala as Tom stands and places them in the middle of the bed on his stomach as Tom embraces him from behind. Hands travelling down his neck and back, rubbing the tension out of his body before reaching down his back in between his plump arse, massaging his hole, leaving him wiggling in need. 

Tom can be heard whispering a spell from behind Draco, and suddenly, his hole is slick and ready. Tom’s large fingers make their way back to his arse, finally sliding his long fingers into Draco’s gaping hole. Once making sure he is open enough, he inserts a second finger, making Draco whine and shiver with need. Tom keeps it to two fingers for a while, slipping them in and out, Draco’s moans resonating through his mind. 

“You make me go crazy,” Tom says slowly, kissing Draco down his back as he adds his third finger, riling Draco up even more. 

“Please, oh fuck, please Tom,” Draco whines, moving his body in time with the fingers inside him to get more friction. Tom chuckles at this, seeing how needy his little snake is, finally deciding to give him what he wants. Taking his fingers out slowly, Draco gasping at the loss, almost whining, Tom quickly lines himself up and thrusts straight into the base, Draco screaming in both pain and pleasure, relishing in the feeling of being so full. It doesn’t take long before they are both ready to climax, loud moans and breaths heard throughout the room. 

“Together, my little snake,” Tom declares, his thrusts becoming erratic and untamed. Draco nodded his head vigorously in response, both so close. With one final thrust, directly hitting Draco’s prostate causes pleasure to rush through his entire body, his hole contracting tightly around Tom. Both of their pleasures overwhelm them as they cry out during their climaxes. Their breaths are deep, and their bodies are tired. Once Tom has pulled out of Draco and has him cuddled into his side, head facing his chest, he spells them both clean.

“Well, my little snake, was that enough action for you?” Tom whispers, lifting Draco’s chin upwards, bringing their lips together, exploring each other's mouths as they both give their bodies time to come down off their high.

“That was a very satisfying action from you, old man. Now, I am tired, so let us sleep before dinner tonight.”

Tom chuckles at that but places one more kiss to Draco’s lips before making sure Draco is safely tucked into his side, and allowing himself to rest for a few hours before he has to leave to make sure the arrangements and food for this dinner are all as they should be.

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 Draco slowly wakes up, snuggling under the covers more. As he moves around, he spreads his arms out and feels the warm side of the sheets next to him, but he feels nobody. Looking up and realising he is alone in the room, he allows himself more time to wake up properly. Ever so slowly, he sits up and leans against the headboard. Once his eyes are open clearly, he can see a lump on the floor near the fire, which makes him smile.

“Hello Nagini, why don’t you come up here, beautiful, there is enough warmth on the bed for us to share,” Draco declares, relaxing into the mountain of pillows Tom had acquired for him. 

Nagini uncoils herself from in front of the fire and makes her way onto the massive bed. Something that has become a daily occurrence over the past few months, ever since Draco was given the Gaunt consort ring, allowing him the ability to understand Parseltongue. As she coils her body close to Draco’s side, Draco has already relaxed into the pillow mountain and has hung his arm over her body, giving her gentle head scratches.

“Where has our Lord gone off to, leaving us all alone in this massive room?” Draco huffs, closing his eyes, knowing he is being dramatic.

“Dramatic young one, he left you a note on the bedside table, he told me to stay here to keep you company,” Nagini hisses back, rolling her snake eyes as she says it, having learned how sassy this young one can be. 

Draco gasps at Nagini in shock. “Nagini, how could you say that to me? I am very valid for my reaction,” He exclaims, knowing at the back of his mind that he can be very dramatic, but Nagini doesn’t need to know that, nor will she ever find out. Draco, however, does look over to the bedside table, seeing the note, he gives Nagini a few more appreciative scratches before picking up the note to read it.

My Little Snake

I have gone ahead and prepared your outfit for tonight’s dinner, and Nagini has requested that she come with you, so I beg you to bring her along; otherwise, she will be mad at me, and you know she prefers you to me. I still can’t believe my own familiar could betray me like this, but I guess it could also mean we both have impeccable taste. 

I apologise for leaving early, but I have to make sure the arrangements and food are ready. All I need for you to do before dinner, my love, is to wait in the side room I showed you the other day and come to my side when I fully open the door. As we spoke earlier, if anyone dares to say or hurt you in any way, they will be punished. Now, my little snake, you have time to go through that unnecessarily long getting-ready routine before the dinner is upon us, so relax and know that this old man can’t wait to show off his little snake.

Tom, your handsome old man

Draco smiled at the letter, and after rereading it, making sure he knew everything he needed to do, he placed it in his bedside drawer on top of the ever-growing pile of letters before turning to Nagini. “Requested, huh?” Draco smirks.

“Someone needs to protect while all those ghastly death eaters stare at you, and also, someone needs to keep you in check tonight, in multiple ways, so yes, I requested,” Nagini states, turning her head away from him and burrowing herself into the bed. She can hear Draco laugh from behind her. 

“It’s ok, Nagini, I really know it’s because you love me, but I appreciate the other reasons as well, now it’s time for me to start my very reasonably timed routine. Honestly, sometimes I swear that old man has no knowledge of anything about fashion and style,” Draco trails off, heading into the bathroom to get ready. 

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Draco exits the bathroom and walks over to the chair, near the full-length mirror, that has his dinner outfit placed on it. As he examines his outfit, he finds simple black suit pants with a black snake-engraved belt; to contrast, he has a white button-up for his first upper piece of clothing. This is layered over with a black corset, which has glowing dark green embroidered snakes surrounding his waist. The custom-tailored formal robes that Tom had made fit like a glove, enhancing the corset and his waist with its green-tinted edges and the embroidered Slytherin crest down the sides of the buttons in honour of Tom’s blood and their love for the ancient house of the snakes. Draco turned to the final piece on the chair and was intrigued when he found a box with the Slytherin crest on the top, taking a look at Nagini, who had been watching him get ready, nodding in encouragement. When he opens it, he finds a stunning silver crown with emeralds embedded in a fan-like shape down both sides and two silver snakes coiled together in the middle, encasing the biggest emerald at the top of the crown. Draco can do nothing but stare for a very long time, stunned into silence by how beautiful this piece is. After he shakes himself out of it, he grabs the crown very gently from the box. He turns to the mirror to make sure he places it in the centre before placing a charm on it, so that it can’t fall or be knocked off his head.

Nagini, my beautiful,” Draco says loudly, turning to the bed where she lies, waiting for her to lift her head. “How do I look? Do you like it? Do you think he will approve? What will the Death Eaters think?”

Nagini, seeing her master’s mate is nervous about the dinner, starts to slither over and climbs up his body to wrap most of her body around his waist and lay her head comfortably on his shoulder. “You look stunning, and my master will not be able to control himself if anyone dares hurt you. He is going to have to wait in line because if anyone dares to touch you, I will bite them before they even dare get close.”

Draco becomes shy at that, but gives her plenty of pets in appreciation before he straightens up and starts the journey to the side room that Tom asked him to go to. Once there, he sorts himself out, making sure his outfit doesn’t have any wrinkles and his hair is all in place before patting Nagini while he waits. Not long after he arrives in the room, the door opens slightly, allowing him to hear what is being said in the room. Draco stands near the door, hearing Tom’s words, and he knows his time to enter will arrive soon.

“As you all know, I called you here tonight to announce to you all that I have been courting someone for quite a while, and tonight I shall be making it public. Once I make this announcement, you will treat them with the same respect and honour you treat me with, they will be my equal, and you will follow their orders when they are given. Do I make myself clear?”

Many voices of support could be heard throughout the room, most knowing this was not a request, but a command necessary to follow. Once Tom has heard the understanding in their voices, he wandlessly opens to the side door for Draco.

“Please welcome my consort and equal, Draco Malfoy.”

Draco takes one more breath for himself before striding in, head held high. As soon as he is close enough to Tom, he is instantly grabbed by his waist and tucked into his Lord’s side. Draco, in this position, can see everyone’s faces, so many reactions spread throughout the sea of Death Eaters. Amongst the faces he recognises, he can see his parents look both relieved and frightened, his Aunt looks outright furious, Dolohov looks smugly hopeful, and off to the side, Peter looks downright terrified. 

“Let me start by saying congratulations, My Lord, may we know when this began?” Rabastan starts, sacrificing himself for the others, unknowing if questions are allowed or if their Lord is in the mood for questions.

“I was the one who requested his acceptance in courtship, and he accepted. That was three years ago, however, we officially established our relationship last year,” Tom states, silently analysing his followers' faces, as well as their body language. As he does this, he notes a few members showing signs that he doesn’t approve of but keeps silent for now, allowing things to unfold on their own. 

“My Lord, if I may, what do you mean when you say he is to be your equal?”

At this, Tom turns around with a slight glare in his eye directed towards Peter, who is shivering in fear and replies, “Well, as I said before, Draco is to be my equal from this moment forward, this means when he gives an order, I expect you to follow it to the best of you capabilities or if you are out of place or in need of reminding of your position, he is allowed to punish any he deems necessary.”

Murmurs burst through the room at the mention of orders and punishments, many thinking the young Malfoy kid wouldn’t have the confidence or the power to do either of those things. Draco, seeing this commotion, turns his face further into Tom’s chest. The Death Eaters, seeing this, start to smirk, sharing the same thought, all thinking he is too scared to do anything. However, the truth is the exact opposite as Tom can feel the shaking of Draco’s shoulders and knows he is trying to hold himself back from laughing out loud, and Tom can feel his body failing him and nearly falling over so he grabs his waist tighter, though making sure he doesn’t squish Nagini, who also can’t stop herself from chuckling in her own snake way.

“My Lord, look at him, he surely cannot compare to you, Master. You are of great power, surely, he is too weak to even cast a simple curse. He is not worthy to be your equal,” Peter exclaims, stepping forward, thinking his opinion is shared and will be supported. 

“Do not dare insult him, you have no idea what power he has, and he does not need to prove that to you. If I say he is my equal, you are to treat him as such. Your insolence has disgusted me for a very long time, Wormtail, and those comments just earned you the punishment of death.”

With that said, Tom waves his wand, and immediately the metal hand gifted to Peter is cut off and summoned into Tom’s hand, and with another simple flick, Peter is shifted into his rat form and trapped in an invisible shield. Draco, seeing this, chuckles before turning to look up at Tom in question, who gives him a nod as well as a squeeze on his waist in understanding. 

“Well, my beautiful girl, it seems dinner has come early tonight. Now, it might not taste ok, so I give you full permission to regurgitate that rat. We can always use him as fertiliser for the roses instead.” Draco smirks.

Those words bring a lot of confusion to the Death Eaters until Nagini starts moving off of his shoulder and down towards Peter in a way a predator stalks their prey, and before the others know it, Peter is all but a large lump in Nagini’s body. 

While this is happening, Tom and Draco tune it out, knowing Nagini is enjoying herself either way. Tom instead takes the hand he took from Wormtail, and with an intricate wave of his wand, it floats up and seems to melt before transforming into a silver chain with an S-like silver snake at the end of it with an emerald eye. Tom motions for Draco to turn around before placing it around his neck and gently caressing his neck, admiring every inch of skin he can see. The Death Eaters do not know what to say, watching as this scene in front of them unfolds. One of them, however, seems to take this as the exact action they were looking for, and taking that initiative, he steps forward and bows his head, waiting for his Lord to acknowledge him.

“Dolohov, rise, what is it you wish to say?”

“My Lord, from what we all have just seen, you have many affections for Consort Malfoy. We are all happy for you and your many wondrous acts to come. However, I was wondering if at any point you were going to share with us, your followers?”

Tom knows exactly what Dolohov is insinuating, and he can feel the fire burning inside him starting up.

“Share what with my followers, exactly, Dolohov?”

“My Lord, I mean your Consort, of course, he seems to be a very precious pet and we can all see his body and why you picked him, My Lord.”

Before Dolohov or Tom can speak, magic can be felt spreading through the room, and Dolohov is on the floor, screaming. Everyone is looking at their Lord, but he is standing still with a smirk on his face, so he doesn’t seem to be using any magic. Draco, at this moment, takes the opportunity to step forward, taking his steps slowly but surely closer to Dolohov.

“I will not, nor will I ever be anyone's pet. You admire my beauty from afar, judge my power, find me weak, but you still dare ask your Lord to share his consort. I am his equal, and I will never want to be shared with the likes of you, Dolohov.” Draco declares, pushing his magic inwards on Dolohov, seeing him squirming on the floor, having fallen from his seat, choking on the magic surrounding his neck. Dolohov starts flailing around, trying to communicate with his body, which makes Draco chuckle before releasing his magic. “Do you have anything else to add, Dolohov?”

“I am sorry, My Lord Consort, I will not speak of this again,” Dolohov cries, bowing as low as he can, retreating to his seat. Draco accepts that for now, but keeps his magic pulsing around the room as he walks back to Tom. Everyone was shrinking into their seats, not wanting to experience that again, even Bellatrix, who was ready to fight for her Lord against her nephew, knowing the fight was not worth her life. Tom couldn’t help but be bewildered by Draco’s way of dealing with Dolohov as he could feel Draco’s magic surrounding him, caressing him, pulling him closer to Draco, and it took everything in him not to let his own magic take control. Grabbing Draco’s waist when he is close enough, he leads Draco to the Lord’s throne and slightly nudges him into the seat, causing many gasps to resonate around the room as Tom sits on the armrest beside him. More sounds of shock are heard throughout the room as Nagini finishes her meal and slides up the other side of the throne, and places her head on the top of it on the opposite side to her master. 

“As you have seen, my Consort has the power to overthrow all of you, he is my equal for a reason. Now, I have had enough of you all for today. Dinner is over, you are all dismissed,” Tom says, turning to look at Draco, lifting his chin to look at me as his followers exit the room. “Lucius, Narcissa, stay behind.”

Lucius and Narcissa freeze their movements, standing near their seats as Tom continues to look into Draco’s eyes lovingly. 

“Now, I know you both have loads of questions, but I am giving you one question for now. Draco will answer this if he wants to.”

Narcissa, hearing those words but seeing her Lord keeping his eyes on Draco, steps forward nervously. “My little dragon, are you happy with him?”

Hearing those soft words from his mother, he takes his eyes away from Tom to stand and get to her before hugging her tightly while nodding vigorously. “Yes, Mother, I am happy with Tom, he treats me well and I have found love with him. I am sorry I never told you or Father, but he decided to keep it a secret to keep me safe. It doesn’t keep me trapped, you are always welcome to visit me throughout the day when I am not busy.”

This has Narcissa shedding a few tears of joy and relief, knowing her son is safe and treated well, she hugs him tighter. Lucius comes up behind them and places his hand on Draco’s shoulder in support. Once the Malfoy family lets go of each other, Draco walks back over to Tom and hugs him, placing his arms around his waist, and Narcissa bows to her Lord, pulling Lucius down with her. 

“You may rise. Narcissa, I will never stop you from seeing your son. You are always welcome to see him,” Tom declares, knowing Draco truly loves his mother and she cherishes him with everything she has. “You are dismissed. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“Good night, Mother, Father.”

They both bow after giving their goodbyes and exit the room swiftly, leaving only Draco, Tom and Nagini in the room. Draco lets out a deep breath of relief once the door closes, leaning his body fully on Tom’s.

“That was eventful, but now I am knackered.”

“Yes, it didn’t go exactly how I expected, but I am not mad about that. You look stunning in this outfit, and when your magic was pulsing through the air, I was trying so hard to control myself.” Tom replies, allowing his head to fall on top of Draco’s, taking a few minutes to just be in each other's presence and relax and take comfort from each other. Draco is taking in the words that his Lord said and smirks, pulling away from Tom’s body to grab his waist and pull towards the chair until he is in line with it and pushes him into it before hopping on as well, straddling him.

“Couldn’t control yourself, ey, old man,” Draco teases, bringing his hands up to caress Tom’s face, cupping his cheeks before leaning in, their lips meeting with eagerness. Tom leaned his body forward into the kiss while his arms wrapped around his little snake's waist and pulled him closer. After the events of the past hour, they are raw with their emotions, and it's fueling their passionate embrace. 

Tom pulls away, his face serious as he speaks. “I hated seeing everyone look at you with judgment, and the way some of them spoke of you was disgusting. I hated it, but you showed them your power and bravery, and you looked so hot doing it.”

Draco smiled at that, placing their foreheads together. “You would not let anything happen to me, nor would Nagini, and I could handle them myself. However, I always appreciate every moment you admire me from afar, but now it’s time to appreciate me up close.” 

“I will always appreciate you, my little snake. Tonight’s dinner was to officially announce you to them, but to me, you have always been mine, and I will treasure you forever. Now let us go to bed, I believe we have had enough fun for the day, I can feel the aches and tiredness radiating from your body.”

Draco can do nothing but nod as Tom’s words are always the truth; he does, however, motion for Nagini, who attaches to his arm, before Tom apparates them all to his room and places them on the bed. With a swish of his hand, Draco’s robes have transferred to his pyjama set, and his own pants have changed to softer ones. Hopping under the covers has Draco instantly snuggling up to his chest, finding warmth there, and has him yawning and almost asleep. Nagini has found her spot at the corner of the bed in a coil, closing her eyes but staying alert until her masters fall asleep, making sure they are safe and comfortable.