A/N: this is slash and has mention of incest, but is not a gross and pornagraphic fan fiction. thank you. enjoy. :)

title: the Whispers

chapter 1: not perfect parents

The Whispers The girl's skin was soft, and she reacted to his touches as if it were fire. It was all done in silence, the touching, the feeling, the kissing, and hushed breathing. They were both strong and got to their peaks, but there was no emotion, no love. And after it was done, after they were finished, they cast cleaning spells and the girl put her clothes back on and left without a word. They had decided before they started that they would only be bed buddies. No commitment involved. And so it was.

Draco Malfoy lay bare in his bed, looking into space. This had been his first time consenting to sex. It had been his first time having sex of his own free will. It was amazing to think, his first night of having sex and all he could think about was his father.

Draco didn't blame his father for that night. His father and mother had gotten in a horrible fight and she wouldn't let him in the room with her. Lucius sat up most of the night drinking in his study.

When it was well past midnight, Lucius had come to Draco's room and gotten into bed with him, saying he only wanted to sleep for awhile. Draco had a large bed, there was plenty of room and he knew what to do when his father had a little too much to drink. It was best to just let him sleep it off.

But that night his father didn't just sleep it off. During the night Lucius had reached over to hold Draco in his arms. Draco thought whatever it's just till morning when he can go to his own bed. But then Lucius' hands began to roam and the next thing Draco knew his own father was on top of him, trying to enter.

The day after Lucius had been so mortified, that he begged Draco for his forgiveness. Draco stood in the middle of his father's study as his father cried at his feet, telling him it would never happen again. He forgave his father. It wasn't his fault, shit happens. He didn't tell anyone, he had even convinced himself that it didn't even happen.

He had come to terms with it, and persuaded himself that he understood and was over it. That it didn't make a difference in his life. That it didn't matter to him whether it happened or not. But that night, as he lay in bed, after his first encounter since, all he could think about was it.

He didn't want to think about it anymore. He rolled over in bed and fell asleep. Perhaps it would be different once his new bed buddy and he go it on a few more times. Perhaps then he wouldn't think about the night.

The next few nights Draco and his bed buddy had been doing it like bunnies. But the sex was getting no better. It seemed she was the only one getting her kicks out of the deal. He did everything in his power to make sure she got hers, but he was always left unsatisfied.

He often thought, maybe he didn't like sex. Maybe he was just one of those guys who didn't enjoy it, or his biggest fear was that maybe his father had put him off to it forever.
Every time he thought back to the events of him and the girl, he remembered her whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

But he couldn't figure it out, every time they had done it, it had been completely silent. That was their thing; nothing was said between them when they were in the act. But then why was he remembering it differently, why did he remember something that never happened.

Things weren't going as he had planned, so he changed partners. But the next girl wasn't what he wanted either. He changed partners like he did his bed sheets. Don't get him wrong, they were all great, but he was looking for something special. And he had lots to choose from.

His sex life was great; he had offers everywhere he went. Apparently word got around about to what lengths he would go to satisfy his partner.

So much word got around he decided to expand his horizons, by moving on to other boys. He had to say that they were much more satisfying than girls. Draco Malfoy has so much fun with both sexes, but there was still something missing from all his wondering.

There was something missing, but then there was something that wasn't there also that he kept remembering. Whispering, he always heard the whispering that wasn't there. Even if the girl wanted to whisper and talk, he wouldn't have it.

Christmas break came around and it was time for his to go home to visit his family once again.

He was actually afraid to see his father again, after what he had been doing. He knew his father was bound to know what he had been doing with both sexes, word always gets to Lucius Malfoy. He felt he did his father proud, but he was still afraid maybe it wasn't enough.

Though the boy had acquired a nickname amongst his class mates,

The Sex God of Hogwarts.

When he entered his grand home, he was greeted by his mother, whom he kissed on each cheek and asked for his father. She told him that he was in his study waiting for him.

Draco knocked on his father's study door and entered. Lucius was sitting in a chair by the fire, reading a book.

'Hello father. I'm home.' Draco announced from the door. Lucius put his book down and faced his son, eyeing him up and down. When his was content with his son's appearance, he spoke. 'come sit Draco. We have much to talk about.'

Draco hesitantly walked to his father and sat in the chair next to him. After a moment of silence Lucius began, 'Are the rumors I have been hearing true?'

Draco looked his father in the eye and said with confidence, 'Yes they are, father.' Lucius watched his son, searching his gray stormy eyes for the truth. When happy with his answer he nodding his head in acknowledgement.

'Very good, I was afraid for sometime that our little encounter would have put you off the act.'

Draco was shocked. That had been the first time his father had spoken of the event since it happen. Suddenly Draco felt very uncomfortable in the presents of his father. He didn't speak. But Lucius went on.

'Being with both sexes is fine. But watch your heart, you may not fall in love with a man. Remember who you are, you are the heir of Malfoy. You must sire an heir to carry on the Malfoy name. Don't think that your father hadn't made that mistake. Why do you think that Snape and I have such a great relationship?'

Draco was stunned. Why was his father telling him these things and at a time like this. Draco did not want to know why his father and his professor had such a great relationship.

'Father, please stop.' Draco pleased. But his father only shhed him and told him to listen very carefully to what he had to say.

'We are Malfoys, my son. And we can not afford to be caught up in stupid things like love.' Lucius stop to study his son.

'Have you never wondered why you are an only child?' he asked Draco somewhat amused.

Draco nodded his head. He had wondered why his parents didn't have other children. His parent kissed each other and looked very affectionate, did they not act the same way in the bedroom? No, wait, he didn't want to know why.

'Yes, father I have, but I am begging you not to tell me.' Lucius looked his son in the eyes, his soft gray eyes almost had tears in them. But he had to go on, it was time that Draco knew.

'I'm sorry Draco, but you are to old to still think your parent perfect.' he paused for a split second, seeing a single tear fall from Draco's left eye. 'Your mother is my best friend, but we are not in love. I have never loved you mother and as much as I try I never will. You were conceived because it was our duty as Malfoys.I don't want you to get me wrong, your mother and I wouldn't trade you for the would. You are the greatest thing that has ever entered our lives, but if not for the responsibilities of our marriage you would have never been born.' he stopped to wipe a tear from his own eye, 'That is what you must do. You must put childish things away. Starting with meeting your soon to be wife.'

Lucius gestured to the door and in walked Pansy Parkinson, Draco's school girl friend. As mush as everyone wanted to believe he and Pansy were together, it wasn't true. She was a bigger prude than Granger, smart and of good breeding but she was more of a sister than anything to him.

Draco turned to his father, 'Father, you cant make me do something like this, Pansy and I are like brother and sister.' Pansy nodded her head in confirmation. She was beginning to cry silently.

'As your mother and I were at your age, but this must be done.' he gestured for her to come closer and she did so, standing between there chairs. He stood and patted Pansy on the shoulder, 'I will leave, for the two of you to talk together. But remember,' he said as he reached to door 'you both have a responsibility to your families'

When the door closed behind him Pansy began to cry openly. Draco rapped his arms around her. 'It's okay, Pansy. We will find a way out of this.' he knew of Pansy's plan for after school. She wanted to join a convent in South Africa, she wanted to live a life of service. He knew if they got married it would destroy her, and him.

A/N: thank you for getting this far. i promise the next chapter will be out soon. i alread have them finished. i just want some reviews before i post them.