Author's Note:
Hullo! This is my very first fic for This idea just suddenly popped into my head when I was trying to sleep. Don't ask; my mind is corrupted. This is slash. Not only that, but father/son slash. Incest. So don't read on if you don't like this sort of thing. Unless... You want to. I'm not stopping you. O-o;; So don't bother flaming me for this purpose. Because I told you. So nyah. Also, I don't accept flames, only friendly suggestions. That means no, "OHEMGEE! Your story SUCKED!" Rather, "I think you could really improve this story." Or something along those lines. Nice reviews are greatly accepted as well, as they make me feel so warm and fuzzly inside. And make me continue writing.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters/plot/scene/setting/etc. But I do own YOU. My slave...–cough- Seriously, all I own is a little bit of money and a nokia.
Malfoy Manor:
Lucius stared; those cold, grey eyes shining with…malice? No, it was something else. Something Draco couldn't place.
They brushed shoulders briefly when he reached over for the Daily Prophet, an act so simple it went unnoticed by his mother. But there was the look he gave his son. It was…so inviting.
"Narcissa, darling," he said, his voice much too formal despite the supposedly warm title he gave her. "Didn't you have a… meeting of some sort?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you for reminding me, dear," she replied rather stiffly. Though love had never been a strong point in their relationship, (formality is always number one) they had grown further apart during the past year. Draco could tell by the way they acted so…cold. But they didn't fight. Merlin, no! Respectable pure-bloods didn't fight with each other.
"I'll… just go now, then, shall I?" she said, standing up. Indeed, she sensed there was something wrong with her husband. But she wouldn't go into it. It's not like it actually mattered, did it? He was still here with her, despite their drifting apart. He was still under the same roof…
"You do that," Lucius drawled, going back to watch his son. And what a lovely creature he was… Oh yes, he could already taste him…
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"Draco, come help me," called Lucius, lounging on the satin covered bed in his room. He licked his lips, a slightly malevolent smile creeping upon them, and (impatiently) waited, "Draco?"
"Yes, Father?" came his son's silky voice. He opened the door slightly and peered in.
"Come here," Lucius purred, patting the pillow next to him.
"Yes, sir…" Draco replied, almost reluctantly. Yet orders were orders, and they were made to be followed. He sat down on the spot next to his father, watching him with curious eyes, "Did…you want something?" He had to admit, his father had always intimidated him. But it was never like this…
"Indeed there is something I want, love," the elder replied, once again running his tongue along his lips. He roughly seized Draco's robes and pushed him down, then straddled his waist, smirking.
"F-father?" Draco's voice was a mere mewl, too surprised to do anything more.
"Narcissa won't be home for a while, my love… What do you say we have a bit of father-son time?" Lucius whispered huskily.
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Second Author´s Note: Sorry it was so short. Please tell me if I should continue or not, because I won't keep writing if nobody wants to read it. And, honestly, I don't know why I wrote a Draco/Lucius pairing. Spur of the moment type thing, I suppose. I'll probably do some Remus/Sirius in the future. Don't forget to R&R!
Thank you,
Figgy.