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Authors note: Sorry for the long wait for an update on this story. It's been a while and long hard one...but i think you guys will Enjoy this chapter of What Father Doesn't Know. Thanks for waiting patiently

Rae


This chapter is dedicated to Dani (aka AtratusLupin) and I want to thank her for being an awesome friend to me


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He walked away from me, towards his adjoining bathroom. Out of habit, I followed him. He turned on the water at the sink and splashed his face, grabbed a towel and wiped his face. "I don’t get you, Danielle. I really don’t get you. Every time we are together, you always think about your father. About how he would react about us; what he would do if he found out. And I’m sick of it Danielle. Dead sick. You got to get a backbone with that guy. He is just your father, not some dictator in your life."

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What Father Doesn't Know by GracieAnne
Chapter Four


I sighed lightly and felt Marcus's arms tighten around my waist. Smiling I rolled over and kissed him on the lips; I tried to detangle myself from Marcus and the sheets, not to wake him up.

I failed.

"I don't think so," I heard him mumble as he grabbed my waist and pulled me back into him.

"Marcus!" I laughed as he rolled on top of me. "Get off! I am not fit to be making love to you again!"

"Who said anything about making love?" He gave an evil grin, and then I felt his hands go to my waist with a light touch, and I started to laugh harder.

"No! No...tickling! This...is...not...fair!" I shrieked as I twisted and turned, trying to get him to stop or move.

"It is too fair. You tried to leave me alone, cold in this bed," Marcus said, as he moved up to my arms and neck.

"Marcus, please! Stop!" My sides were hurting from laughing so hard.

"Didn't you know laughing helps reduces stress?" he stated as he stopped and he kissed my neck.

"Yes, I know. But still, you don't need to torture me to get me to laugh."

"But you are too damn sexy when you are naked and laughing," he said as he nuzzled my neck.

"Your hopeless," I said as I pushed him off of me and got out of the bed. I reached for my undergarments and started to pull them on. I could feel Marcus's eyes on me, watching every move I made. I loved it when he watched me dressed, sometimes I dressed a little more slowly than I usually do, just to have him have a sensory overload, which usually lead to more sex.

Just as I pulled on my skirt, I heard Marcus get out of the bed and walk towards me. His arms went around my waist and spun me around to face him.

"You know, sometimes I think your arms are just magnetic to my waist, since you can't keep them off of me," I said to him, smiling.

He just smiled down at me and kissed my lips, moving me towards the bed again. I broke away.

"Marcus, I don't think so."

He frowned at me. "Why?" he said, sounding disappointed.

"Because we are not rabbits and we need not to shag every second we have free."

"We can try," Marcus suggested and started to kiss my neck.

I swatted his arm. "Your terrible."

"But you love me anyway."

"But I love you anyway."

I picked up my blouse and put it on. While I was buttoning it up, I saw Marcus walk to his bathroom again, in the buff. Like me, he was a Quidditch player, a seeker like his father. His body showed all the training he went through since his second year. Now he was the captain of Slytherin House, as I was for Gryffindor.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I put my shoes back on.

"I'm going to go and take a shower, care to join?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm already dressed. I don't want to get undressed and dressed again." I walked over to the edge of his bed and threw the pillows on the floor.

"But I love seeing you undress," Marcus said from the doorway.

I heard the water turn on and Marcus started to hum to a tune that was all his own. I headed towards the bed and threw the pillows on the floor. I pulled up the black silk sheet and then the comforter and replaced the pillows. Picking up his clothes that were thrown onto the floor, I walked to the bathroom. Marcus was still humming his song, not noticing that I have entered. I sat his clothes down on the counter, and walked back to his room, closing the door behind me.

With Marcus still in the shower, I took the liberty to look around his room. I have only been in his room a few times, I still find things that spark my interest. It seems as if he adds something new everytime I leave. As I passed his fireplace, I noticed a picture on the mantle. I picked up the silver frame and held it, looking hard at the picture.

There stood a small boy, about five years old, standing next to a man, who had to be in his early thirties. The man had shoulder length, white blonde hair, a Malfoy trademark. His face was pale and pointed, his nose almost seemed up-turned, like he smelled something quite bad. The young boy looked very much like Marcus, but yet, the eyes weren't his. Looking harder, I noticed the eyes were an icy gray, while his were a light blue-green.

"Dad put it there."

I turned around and saw Marcus standing in the bathroom doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Who is the guy with the long hair?" I asked, knowing well who it was.

"Lucius." Straight to the point. I noticed that his mouth was in a tight line and his eyes had nothing but anger in them.

I turned back to the picture. "Your father looks so much like him. I could have sworn that was you and Draco."

"Yeah well, Dad does share certain, um, characteristics with Lucius." He turned around and picked up the clothes I left on the counter. He walked back to the bed and began to get dressed. "I'm surprised he didn't put on there that included Grandmother."

I replaced the photo and looked back on the mantel. There was pictures of Marcus in various countries, the one of Lucius and Draco, one of his aunt Bellatrix Lestrange, and a few of me. But he was right, there was not one picture of his grandmother, Narcissa, which is strange.

My eyes flew back to the picture of Bellatrix. It was one from her younger, pre-Azkaban pictures, before she married Rodolphus, a fellow housemate. Her thick, mid-back lenghth, black hair was glossy and gorgous, and her heavily lidded eyes and lips made her face have a sultry look.

"I have no idea how Grandmother, Aunt Meda, and Bellatrix could have been sisters. They all look different and Aunt Meda is a saint," Marcus wondered out loud. He was right. I have only seen one picture of Narcissa, but she was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, but had a look of disgust on her face. As for Aunt Meda, she was the best of the three. I have only met her a few times, considering her daughter was my godmother. She had auburn hair when she was younger, a heart-shaped faces, and beautiful brown eyes; unlike her sisters, she had chosen to marry a Muggle instead of a pureblood, which got her disowned by her family.

"How is Meda doing these days?" I asked, trying to get off the subject of Narcissa.

"Don't know. Her daughter is your godmother, ask her," he replied with an acidic tone.

"Tonks hasn't come by in months, and I haven't heard from her in weeks."

Marcus just shrugged. I know he hated talking but his family, but all I know of them is what my father and my Weasley uncles have to say.

"Grandma Jane asked me visit during the Christmas break," I said, changing the subject once again.

"Really? So you won't stay at the castle this year? On our last year?" he asked. I turned around and he was dressed in his dark wash jeans and stiff white shirt.

"House elves using starch again?" I said mustering a laugh.

"No, I do my own laundry," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hm, I guess I will have to take over that," I said, as I crossed the room to him. He only started doing his own laundry a few years ago after his mother passed away from unknown reasons, but we all know quite well what happened but we never bring it up or her.

Marcus laughed. "I will not let you do any laundry or any chore. You do enough already."

"Like keeping you happy?" I said with a raised eyebrow.

"You keep me more than happy." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. "by the way, we need to fix you up."

I have forgotten about the bruised cheek and I couldn't feel the pain anymore. Marcu grabbed his wand from his nightstand, pointed it at my cheek, and whispered a healing spell. I felt a little tickle and then some warmth on my cheek, then it was gone.

"There. Good as new." He kissed where the bruise used to be.

Just then there was a knock at the door, well more of a pounding, followed by a man's voice, "Marcus Lucius Malfoy!"

"Shit," Marcus said.

That's right. Shit.

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