A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for the alerts, favs and reviews. Here is the final chapter for this missing scene. Please note there is a bit of spanking involved.

Warnings: Please do not read on if you are underage, if you dislike chan, slash and/or incest, or like them, but cannot differentiate between what is fan fiction and what is real life. My stories are strictly for entertainment only and not to be copied or followed or taken as the truth in any which way. Got all that? Please proceed ONLY if you agree with the above.

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Lucius leaned forward, the gleam in his eyes contrasting with the serious expression on his face.

"What happened that night was out of our control, Draco. What happens now will be for no other reason than because we want it. Be very sure you will not regret your decision."

"Your father is right," Narcissa added. "Do not think we are forcing or coercing you into this. You must want this of your own free will."

Squaring his shoulders, Draco returned his parents' searching gazes with steady eyes.

"I am sure," he replied. He let his eyes rove over their naked forms and felt his body tightening with desire once more. Yes, this was what he wanted. "I want to make love with both of you."

"Just for tonight then?" Narcissa asked softly, her eyes bright.

Draco shook his head. "For the whole summer. For longer than that. For as long as we can."

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged relieved smiles before turning back to their son.

"I think you will find we can be quite accommodating," Lucius purred. "First, take off your pyjamas, son."

Almost giddy with excitement, Draco nodded and stripped without hesitation. He blushed a bit when they stared their fill - they had never looked at him this way! - but found he enjoyed the attention all the same.

"Like what you see?" he even asked with a smirk.

"We have a handsome son, don't we, Cissy?" Lucius asked Narcissa, a rare note of approval in his voice.

"As handsome as his father," she agreed and held out a hand to Draco. "Up on the bed, love."

Draco got onto the large bed and sat on his heels before her, his smirk vanishing. He wasn't sure what to do next. After all, the Dark Lord had dictated his every move that night.

"I believe this is the part where I just watch," Lucius drawled. He shifted to the other side of the bed and lay on his side facing them, head propped on one hand. He looked far too at ease for a man about to witness another making love to his wife. There was no sign of that haunted Death Eater who had failed in his task and faced his dreaded master with tangled hair, sunken eyes and unshaven chin.

Narcissa glanced at him, her cheeks flushed a becoming pink as she turned to Draco and beckoned him to come closer.

"Let's start with a kiss," she suggested.

It was only when soft lips pressed against his that Draco realised she didn't mean a chaste mother-son kiss at all. There was the ticklish feel of a tongue going across his lower lip, and the instant his lips parted in surprise, that tongue entered his mouth, stroking his own and teasing it, making him moan deep inside his throat. Oh, this was so much better than how he had imagined a real kiss to be!

Drawing back, Draco stared at his mother, unaware of how stunned he looked.

"Was that your first kiss?" Narcissa asked and gave a pleased smile when he nodded.

"Don't forget, son, you will be kissing me later," Lucius put in.

Draco swung to him, eyes going wide in shock. The smirk on his father's lips made something not unpleasant twist inside his stomach.

"Kiss me again, love," Narcissa said.

Turning back to her, Draco did as she said. He took over the kiss this time, moulding his lips to his mother's and slipping his tongue inside her mouth to relish her sweetness. He wasn't aware he had pressed her back against the pillows, hips unconsciously rocking into hers as he tried to ease the throbbing of his flesh, trapped against her soft stomach.

"Don't be shy, you can touch me too," Narcissa whispered against his mouth.

Feeling his heart beat faster, Draco slid a trembling hand down her long, slender neck until it closed over a plump breast. When the nipple puckered against his palm, he broke their kiss on a groan, abruptly shifting lower to suck that taut bud into his mouth.

"Ahh...!"

His mother was gorgeous. Draco lost no time in reacquainting his mouth and both hands with those perfect breasts, silken skin and pert nipples, licking and suckling them to his heart's content. He could hear his mother's soft breaths catch in her throat, proof that she was enjoying his rather inexperienced caresses. Hungry for more, he reached one hand lower, going past her soft stomach until he encountered silky fluff at the juncture of her thighs.

Raising his head, Draco looked at her and licked his swollen lips, his grey eyes dark with passion.

"You are beautiful, mother," he praised.

Narcissa preened at that, not seeming to remember her husband lying just a couple of feet away.

"Such flattery. Do you want to taste me elsewhere then?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

"Merlin, yes," Draco breathed. He sat up and stared his fill at the secret place between his mother's thighs, taking in silky blond blond hair and glistening rose pink flesh. Her nether lips were plump and rosy, already parted as if they were waiting for him.

He crouched down and inhaled, breathing deeply of the sweet, musky scent that had been haunting his dreams for almost a week. He badly wanted to taste his mother again and buried his face between her thighs. A sharply drawn breath sounded and slender fingers wound into his hair to hold him close. Sliding his hands under his mother's buttocks, Draco raised them, and without warning, thrust his tongue deep inside her, the way he had done that night.

"Oh! Draco!"

Pressing his lips to her nether ones, Draco worked his tongue in and out. He could hear his mother moaning as her thighs fell open, exposing her secrets more fully to him. Exulting in the privilege he had been given, he ran the tip of his tongue around the inside of her plump lips, feeling her quiver, and then he plunged it back in. He was so hard now it was almost painful, but he clamped down hard on his arousal, refusing to come before he was buried inside her body.

"D-Draco..."

Thrusting his tongue deeper inside her, Draco lapped up every drop of sweetness that leaked out, her soft cries goading him on until all at once, she tensed, her fingers tightening in his hair before she gave a cry and shuddered. Draco didn't pause, instinctively timing his efforts to her convulsions as she panted and shivered until at last, those trembling fingers in his hair pulled his head away. He sat up again, ignoring the crick at the back of his neck and the throbbing in his groin as he gazed down at her, absently wiping his chin clean with the back of one hand.

After a few moments, Narcissa stirred and her eyelids fluttered open, showing dazed blue depths. "Oh... that was wonderful, love."

"I can see it was," Lucius agreed.

Narcissa and Draco swung to him at once, having almost forgotten about his presence. The sight of those glittering, half lidded eyes on him made Draco gulp. His gaze dropped lower to the long, rigid arousal lying against his father's thigh and a shiver went through him at the knowledge of where that would soon be buried.

A movement at the corner of his eye made him turn back to see his mother pointing her wand at her stomach, drawing a complicated spiral and murmuring a few words under her breath. A light purple sigil appeared and vanished into her skin. Lucius made a strange sound then and Narcissa turned to him, both of them exchanging disconcerted looks. Lucius tilted his head just a bit at Draco in some silent enquiry, but Narcissa just shook hers. She put down her wand and beckoned to a puzzled Draco with a swift smile.

"Come to me."

Draco made a mental note to ask his parents what all that was about later. Right now, his throbbing flesh was demanding all of his attention. He quickly shifted closer and positioned himself between Narcissa's legs.

"Ready, mother?" he asked and when she nodded, he pressed forward, inhaling sharply at the tight heat enveloping his flesh. Oh, this was so much better than that tension filled night now that it was just the three of them, now that they weren't being forced into this and there was no one to observe and judge them.

Draco continued pushing forward, watching his length disappear inside his mother until it was completely buried inside her. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, trembling, trying to hold off his orgasm which threatened to break over him any second.

"Closer," Narcissa urged him. She held his upper arms and hugged his thin hips with her knees, pressing her heels against the base of his buttocks.

Leaning forward, Draco caught his weight on both hands and stared down at her. He couldn't believe it, he was living out his sexual fantasies and it felt so good, so right... even though he knew it was completely wrong. Pushing that thought away, he began to move, rocking his hips back and forth, letting his mother's heels guide and push him up against her moist flesh. It didn't take more than a few delicious thrusts to realise he was too close to climaxing to be able to achieve her satisfaction again.

"Mother, I-I'm going to come..."

"I know. Come inside me, it's alright."

Draco did so almost immediately, gasping as the next two thrusts made him convulse and pour himself deep inside her. His arms were shaking with the effort of holding himself up and he half fell onto her, pillowing his head on her breasts as her arms and legs closed around him in a loving embrace.

"You looked beautiful," she told him and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Agreed," came the deep voice beside them. "And now, it's my turn."

Still panting, Draco jerked upright again, feeling his softening erection slip out of his mother. His father was now sitting cross legged, a flush high on his cheekbones and a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Do you still remember, son, what I said I would do if I found you touching what is mine?"

Draco gulped, knowing it was not a question. "Yes, father."

"Then lie across my lap."

Oh...

The prospect of being spanked over his father's knee and the knowledge of what would follow that made Draco's insides squirm with nervous excitement. He quickly crawled over and lay face down across those spread thighs, his head facing the foot of the bed. Strong hands shifted him until his lower stomach was across his father's left thigh, his spent flesh just at the crevice of the man's bent knee.

"This is what you get for making free with my wife," came the stern voice above him.

The sharp sound of a slap was followed by a brief sting on Draco's backside, the impact jerking him forward. Draco blinked in surprise; it didn't hurt as much as the sound indicated it should, but the impact had pushed his length inside the crevice of his father's bent leg. Another slap followed and his body jerked forward again, the unexpected friction on his sensitised flesh making it twitch.

Draco fisted his hands in the sheets, growing mortification turning his face red - he was actually enjoying this! After four more smacks, the sting on his buttocks was quite pronounced but he was more preoccupied with how hard he had become once more.

"Now get off of my lap."

Draco scrambled off and sat back, wincing as his smarting flesh made contact with the cool silk sheets. His father's face was still stern, but Draco caught the half hidden concern in his eyes, the sheen of perspiration on his forehead. Something inside him eased at the sight and he turned to his mother, seeing the more obvious worry on her face.

"Alright, love?" she asked softly.

Draco smiled at her and nodded. "I'm fine, mother."

"On your hands and knees then," Lucius ordered, a faint smile of approval on his lips as he reached for Narcissa's wand.

Draco did as he was told and felt warm fingers part his tender buttocks. A spell was muttered, causing the same tingling and loosening sensation he had felt that night. His breath hitched when a slickened fingertip encircled his entrance a few times before pressing in. It breached him slowly but without pause, until it was deep inside him.

"Does that hurt?"

"No, father."

The finger withdrew and pushed in again. And again. On the sixth or seventh time, two fingers went in together and Draco's body snapped rigid.

"Ow!"

"Shh, just relax," Narcissa crooned. She leaned forward, combing her fingers through his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Breathe in and out, that's right."

Taking a deep breath, Draco forced his muscles to relax. The fingers withdrew and then went back in. The stretch was still painful, but a bit more bearable. Exhaling shakily, he shifted his knees wider apart.

"Good. That's it," Lucius told him.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Draco hung his head and focused on those fingers inside his body. They twisted this way and that, stroking his insides until they brushed up against the spot that had turned his knees to water the other night.

"Ahh!" he gasped, his back arching at once. His father's knowing chuckle behind him was followed by his mother's answering soft laughter and then those fingers were rubbing that same spot, making him writhe as he pushed back onto them. His entrance still hurt, but he didn't really care about that now, the proof in his wilted erection which was hardening once more.

"Does that feel good, son?"

"Yes!" Draco gasped, tossing his head back. He moaned as those fingers continued to tease him until at length, they withdrew. A warm hand caressed his hip firmly before sliding to his front and fisting his now throbbing erection.

"I think you're ready for me, son." Lucius' voice sounded raspy, his breathing heavy. "Turn around."

Sitting back on his heels, Draco turned only to find strong fingers grasping his chin and a hard mouth capturing his in a demanding kiss. When his father's tongue thrust deep inside his mouth, Draco sucked on it instinctively, a strange thrill going up his spine when he felt the deep groan vibrating from his father's throat. He had never before imagined he would be kissing either of his parents so intimately like this, let alone both of them!

When the kiss ended, Draco stared up at his father in shock before stealing an uncertain glance at his mother. She was staring at them both, eyes wide and a hand pressed to her chest.

"Well. That was a very passionate kiss," she said at last and gave a rather delighted laugh.

"Indeed," Lucius drawled, smirking. "And now, Cissy, if you please..." he motioned to her legs.

"Of course. Come here, Draco," Narcissa murmured.

When Draco shifted closer to her, she wound her slender legs around his hips and pulled him closer, reaching up to frame his face with her hands. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, mother."

"Good," she replied and drew him down for a swift kiss.

Draco responded eagerly and pressed forward, sinking once again into his mother's rich, moist heat with his father's weight at his back.

"My turn," Lucius rasped in his ear.

Without being told, Draco shifted his knees wider apart and held his breath as he was penetrated in turn. It still hurt almost as much as it did that night. With a tiny sound, he buried his face in Narcissa's neck, the stretching sensation making him limp. He could hear her light, soft breathing above his head and Lucius' deep, laboured one behind him as he gritted his teeth and allowed that huge rod to burrow into him, slowly but surely, until at last it was fully seated inside him.

For a long moment, there was silence save for their breathing and then a gentle hand brushed Draco's hair and warm lips pressed against his shoulder.

"Are you alright, son?" Lucius asked, his voice tense with worry.

Draco blinked away his tears and swallowed hard before raising his head, seeing the same worry in Narcissa's eyes. "I'm fine, father."

"The worst is over," Lucius told him. "I promise you will enjoy what comes next."

"Your father is right. Just relax," Narcissa added and pressed a kiss to Draco's nose.

They were both right although in actual fact, with this being their first threesome session, Draco knew it shouldn't have been this easy... or this smooth. Sandwiched between his loving parents, he let his father's strong thrusts brush against that special spot inside him and push him deeper inside his mother.

Lucius' movements were slow at first, careful and deliberate. His control over his own body was absolute as he maintained the same steady pace, allowing the sexual tension in all three of them to build gradually. Narcissa wound her long legs around her husband's hips, helping to guide his thrusts as they rocked together on the bed with their son between them.

Draco saw his mother's eyes shift from his face to his father who was looking over his shoulder, his breath warm against Draco's ear.

"You two look so beautiful like this," Narcissa said, her voice catching as Lucius' pace started to increase. "My handsome lovers."

Draco gave her a bemused smile, filled with love and pride and getting utterly lost in a sea of glorious sensation. Intense pleasure was surrounding him front and back, centering around his buried erection and inside his filled channel. With his father moving faster now, Draco wriggled, shifting his hips until - ahh! - each deep thrust slammed against that spot inside him.

It didn't take long before he toppled over the edge once more, crying out as he spilled himself inside his mother. Panting, he slipped a hand between their bodies and stroked her wet flesh swiftly, causing Narcissa to cry out her own satisfaction, the strong convulsions of her body sending his own orgasm soaring. With a grunt of triumph, Lucius sped up his movements, thrusting into his son faster and harder until with a hoarse cry, he went rigid and Draco felt a rush of heat spreading inside him.

The three of them then collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap of limbs, chests heaving. Lucius half lay on Draco, who was resting on Narcissa. Three mouths sighed in satisfaction, three pairs of hands caressed blond hair and pale, damp skin until at last, Lucius withdrew from Draco and sat up, allowing his son to withdraw from Narcissa in turn.

"So... no regrets?" Narcissa asked Draco.

Draco winced a bit as he sat up. His lower regions were sore, but he shook his head nonetheless.

"None whatsoever, mother. In fact, I look forward to more such sessions with you and father."

They smiled at him, warm approval in their eyes, but before they could say anything, a huge yawn caught Draco unawares.

"That will have to wait another night. I think someone's a sleepyhead now," Narcissa laughed and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"I think we all are," Lucius agreed in a wry tone, smothering his own yawn behind his hand.

Picking up her wand, Narcissa cast gentle cleansing charms over their bodies and freshening charms on the sheets while Lucius applied a healing balm to Draco's tender flesh. The three of them then settled down together, Lucius tucking Draco's back against his chest and Narcissa lying facing them. Without a word, they wrapped their arms around their son and exchanged soft kisses with each other.

"Sweet dreams," Narcissa whispered and Lucius echoed her words.

But this time, Draco's sleep was deep and dream free, the first peaceful night he had had in a week.

THE END

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