Title: Undisclosed Desire
Plot: A couple years after the war, Draco still looks for the attention and love he's always wanted from his father. What happens when his father finally gives it to him?

Pairing: Lucius and Draco Malfoy
Prompt: Undisclosed Desire - Muse

Rating: M, because it's safest when there's hints of what I've written x']

A/N: I swear to god, I'm only writing this story to get rid of my sick desire to read some incestuous slash .; you have been warned.
I hold no rights to the characters or places used, I'm just bein' the puppet master. mkay~?

-On With It-

~I know you've suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied [Muse - Undisclosed Desire]~

Draco sat in the lounge to his family manor, his back straight and his head held just perfect. He was meeting his future bride today, for the first time, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. In all his twenty years of life, he never thought that his parents would actually force this upon him. He had to admit it hurt a little, but he needed to get over that. His parents didn't love him; all they wanted was Astoria's money.

Closing his eyes, daring to slouch, he leaned back against the chair and sighed. Something he wouldn't even dare think of doing in his father's presents. So many rules came to living and growing up with that man; Draco felt as if he were to breath, he wouldn't get any air because of the way his father's rules hung over him. He didn't like it, per se; he just couldn't handle it anymore. All the things his father wanted; Lucius Malfoy didn't realize that to get you needed to give at least once in a while.

The door opened and Draco shot up, straight back, hands in his lap, head up, and polite smile on. Astoria Greengrass walked through the door, her parents behind Draco's own. Draco rose out of his seat and held out his hand, as this was their first meeting, and it didn't hurt to be polite… Even if he didn't like the girl one bit. She looked too much like his mother, and acted too much like she owned the place. Draco could already feel the headaches coming on from arguing with her all the time.

"Draco Malfoy; a pleasure. I'm sure." He said his voice as cold as the winter scenery outside. Astoria raised her left hand and he took it gently, applying a light kiss to her ring finger. Smirking up at her, she let a small devious smile appear on her face; she was after something too.

The night before his wedding day, Draco Malfoy could be found sitting on the steps leading to the gardens of his house. He was pondering whether or not he should go 'get lost'. They were having some sort of 'night before' celebration that Draco had no clue about, so he didn't want to really be there. The first hour and a half were like hell. People kept coming up to him and congratulated him. Some people actually had the balls to hug him! Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake!

He stood up and was about to actually go through with his plans when a familiar strong hand suddenly gripped his shoulder. He knew better then to show weakness around his man, and flinching was one of those under that category. He calmed his nerve and threw up his mask before turning to meet the deadly pale eyes of his father.

"Draco"

"Father"

"How are you feeling?" The question caught Draco of guard and for a second his mask had fallen and shown his confusion before he had answered.

"I'm feeling just fine, Father, why do you ask?" Draco felt brave for questioning his father; and then suddenly pathetic at the felling.

"Have a seat." The older Malfoy said before seating himself on the step. Draco hesitated before sitting himself beside his father and folded his hands in his lap. It was quiet out, an ambient sounds of the insects and animals that lived in the garden. Noticing the rustling noise his father had been making, Draco turned to watch the older man search his robes for something. Draco faintly remembered questioning why his father always wore so many layers; It made him look less intimidating and fat. What would his father's reaction be if Draco had told him that?

"Here, you'll need it. This will most likely last all night." The tone of voice his father had been using was as if they were relating. Draco looked at his father suspiciously as he took the flask. He had half a mind to guzzle down whatever was in it, and half a mind to throw the thing on the ground and throw a tantrum. "It's not going to kill you, Draco"

Draco watched as his father took the silver flask and open it. He took a sip before extending to it Draco, who, still suspicious, also drank from it.

"Not to be rude father, but what are you doing out here?"

His father's response was to size him up, as if checking to see if his son was worthy of his answer. Taking another swig from the flask, he felt himself numbing a little; just a little, not enough. His father took it from him and also drank some before answering.

"Because I was in the exact same position you are in now when I married your mother."

"And what position would that be, sir?" somehow, it just sounded so dirty to Draco and he had to hold back a chuckle of amusement. His father didn't stop himself though as he replied,

"Woman only marry into our family for money and status Draco, you must remember that." Money and status? Draco looked at his father has if the man had lost a few of his marbles and his father continued, "Although we did suffer a big loss, my son, it was insignificant. We are an old family, therefore our money is old. They cannot take away what is ours."

"Then why am I to marry Greengrass if we're so financially secure?" Draco asked a little bewildered. Had he been lied to all those months ago? Another drink from both men, and his father produced another one once the current one was finished.

His father didn't answer him. Instead, he just took another drink and looked off into the distance, as if trying to think up an excuse for his behavior along with Draco's endless amount of question. Or maybe he was wondering how he'd punish his son for being so disrespectful.

The warmth he felt couldn't have been faked. It was like… like he was lying in between his parents, when he had been a little child. He snuggled up to the warmth, wanting more. Draco let out a soft sigh of contentment, he was going to be getting married later today, and he didn't want to get up; not yet. Not when he was so blissful.

Just as he was once again slipping out of consciousness, he noticed movement on the bed, but thought nothing of it, even as the warmth moved away. Instead of opening his eyes like most of himself wanted to do so badly, ached to do, he let himself slip back into that black abyss he didn't want to wake from. Bliss, Bliss, Bliss.

He had been in constant pain since he had woken up. It was like someone had been slowly running a dull blade up and down his spine, and it was uncomfortable, but nothing he couldn't handle. What had he been doing yesterday that had made him feel like that? He didn't really want to know, because all he remembered was that he wanted to disappear as he overlooked the garden.

As he was getting on his wedding robes, he looked outside; his bedroom faced the back of the house so he was able to see everything that was going on down there without being spotted. It was like dark and light combining; his and her family mingling together. Why was he marrying that woman anyways? It wasn't just because his parents wanted it, wasn't it? Turning away from that scene he couldn't stand, he decided to make his way down.

"Draco darling!" his mother called and he smiled as he walked towards her. Giving her a light hug, she stepped back to size him up and said, "You look like you hadn't slept at all last night! Whatever were you doing?"

Tilting his head to the side, Draco answered, "I was sleeping, mother." At least that's what he hoped he had been doing. He didn't remember going to sleep at all. He didn't even remember leaving the stairs yesterday; what had he been doing to feel so… out of sorts?

Soon, after saying their welcomes and getting themselves seated, Draco went to stand in front of his soon to be wife at the altar. On it was a golden goblet, a ceremonial dagger and a rose. So that's what they were doing? It only made partial sense to him; Status. The Malfoy's were the ones marrying for status. Then what did the Greengrass's get out of it?

"Ladies and gentlemen. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls…" And that's how it all started.