THE MALFOY HEIR

Author Note

Hi, readers!

This is the first story I've ever posted so please be good critics. I'll post this first chapter and if the response is good I'll continue uploading chapters. I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me your opinions on the writing as Draco's an aristocrat I'm not really sure on the language. I've tried to make it sound natural but a bit old-fashioned, but I'm not sure it's quite there yet. So if you find the dialogue over the top or the other way around don't hesitate to tell me!

Thank you for reading and sorry for rambling!

Warnings

It's a Draco-centric story, in fact, Harry Potter might be no more than a side character.

In this story, the purebloods don't reproduce by male/female but by dominant/submissive (which they become on their inheritance) so the pairs can be slash, fem or het and will have mpreg. So if in a het relationship the submissive is a man and the dominant is a woman, the one who will become pregnant will be the submissive.

There might be adult themes like murder, violence, rape and extremely discriminatory behaviours. At the beginning at least, they won't be the main subject and I doubt there'll be anything too explicit. I'm going to try and focus more on pureblood society.

Summary

Draco Malfoy, as a fourteen year old, has started the path that will turn him into a dominant or a submissive. During this journey, he will be confronted with his society's strict rules, his twin's threat, the Dark Lord's return and complicated romance. Slash, mpreg.

Pairings: the final pairing is unknown but be assured it'll be slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to the Harry Potter World.

CHAPTER 1: Dark and fair

Draco Malfoy passed the silver brush through his long and silky hair, untangling inexistent knots while he hummed absent-mindedly. The beautiful boy had just turned fourteen; a crucial age in Wizarding World since it signalled the beginning of the path to adulthood. From now on, the child would experiment the changes that would turn him into a dominant or a submissive. It was logical to be pensive about what those changes would bring, but the young Malfoy wasn't thinking of his own transformation rather he was thinking about his twin's.

The Malfoy Family had long ago been cursed by an enemy who, jealous of the family's power and prowess, had condemned them to have twins. The curse was based on the nature of having twins, their only possible futures were that either the children would kill each other by intrigues and underhanded methods to acquire the title of Heir and in doing so maybe ending both dead or they would be so devoted to the other no one could ever marry either of them, thus ending the line.

However, the Malfoys had overcome the curse. The twins would grow isolated from each other to avoid their forming a twin bond or growing brotherly feelings and on their sixteenth birthday they would be left alone in a manor's wing to experience their magical inheritance once they recovered from receiving their magical gifts and power burst, they would duel to death. The winner would be Heir of the Malfoy Family English Branch and the defeated would rest in the pantheon.

Therefore, it was rational Draconis would worry. He knew Hogwarts had made him weak, while his brother trained on the darkest of curses in Dumstrang, he was taught how to transfigure parrots into golden cups. It was true he was taught Dark Magic at home but he was sure his brother was also taught, so how could he learn in three months what his brother had twelve to learn?

Although Father had managed to triumph over his Dumstrang twin, the times at Hogwarts had been different. The Pureblood Elite held absolute power and their actions were unquestionable and as the Dark Lord hadn't made himself public Father didn't have the Headmaster and all the Professors breathing down his neck. Draco wasn't so lucky, not only he couldn't practise Dark Magic, the type of magic he was a natural at, being a dark wizard, but he couldn't even study it for fear of being discovered.

A sigh escaped his sweet pink lips and his hand suddenly stilled as he caught his image on the mirror. A brief flash of Mother brushing her silky hair humming melodiously crossed fleetingly his mind… just as he had been doing. The act had been so thoughtless and so utterly submissive… He shook his head violently, rising from the stool and depositing the silver brush before leaving his bathroom.

If he wanted to survive he needed to know more about his twin. No. His enemy. He knew he couldn't enter his brother's wing of the manor as Father, Grandfather and all their ancestors since the first pair of twins was born had warded them. Trying to sneak into Father's office was out of question too, he didn't have a death wish. The only viable possibility was to find someone who knew his twin and legimence them to know everything they did. The best subject would be a Dumstrang student of his year as they would have seen his performance in class. He leaned into the balcony and rubbed his temples, how to meet would be a problem. Father had always been careful to avoid such thing.

-x-

A few years ago, Theodore Nott had mentioned he had a cousin who attended Dumstrang. At the moment, Draco hadn't given it too much importance as when he was nine he thought Father knew everything so of course he would know Theo's cousin was from Dumstrang and wouldn't allow him to meet the boy. As a fourteen year old, Draconis knew better.

The Slytherin smirked at the mirror looking over his elegant choice of robes, they fitted him perfectly and he knew he looked dashing. The light blue enhanced his fascinating Black eyes, which were an unusual mix of blue and silver, and complimented his porcelain skin. He grabbed his present for Theo, a delightful pair of French cuffs that had charoites as gemstones.

He had chosen his gift carefully: charoites were known for being good containers for protection charms and Draco had had a celebrated charms specialist to perform them. It was also purple, a mysterious colour used for nobility, luxury, wealth and sophistication. Moreover, it was a tone that suited Theo's dark colouring and was the exact same shade as the details of a formal robe his fellow Slytherin would wear to the dinner with the Nott American Branch.

The stunning blond went through various heavily decorated rooms until he arrived to the Floo room. Two weeks ago he had subtly persuaded his friend to throw a party to which obviously he should invite all his acquaintances. Influencing such an observant friend who knew him so well had been hard, but the results should be worth the tedious task.

He stepped into the party and moved out of the enormous marble fireplace brushing some ash that had attached itself to his blue robe. The sight that greeted him was that of many purebloods walking out of the Floo room to the real party. It wasn't a ball as Draco had convinced him it would be too stiff for a fourteen year old and that a pool party would be more appropriate. 'Besides, I couldn't have talked much with your cousin in a Ball without being suspected of liking him', had added inwardly, Draco.

He left his present with the elegant tag that read 'To Theodore, Draco' and as soon as he left the Floo room he heard his name being called.

"Draco!" greeted Theodore approaching him rapidly with a small smile on his face.

The young Malfoy twitched his lips amicably; a bit surprised with eagerness of the usually reserved boy. The dark-haired wizard was wearing a conservative dark green robe, it's tonality and cut making it adequate for an out-doors summer party. As the Nott Heir reached him, he realised with a start that he had to look up to Theo higher than usual but he brushed it off as unimportant. Although his Father was a tall man, he still had two years and his magical inheritance to grow to his height.

"How are you? I'm so glad you were able to come, I promise you won't regret it", there was a friendly tone and warmth to his voice that it had missed merely a month ago and Draco congratulated himself for a job well done.

Not only had he made a closer and trustworthy friend of Theodore but he had managed to make him organise a party without suspecting he was being manipulated into it. He had even denied at first the invitation with the excuse he had to visit the German Family Branch, he had confirmed his attendance merely yesterday but even with such short notice Theo wasn't annoyed, he had looked quite pleased in fact.

"How could I have missed it? You've talked of nothing more in the last two weeks", smiled the Ice Prince strikingly.

As an answer the older boy chuckled and placed his hand on the small of his back to lead him through the rooms to the gardens. Draco found that he didn't dislike it and could barely stop himself from frowning at the discovery that the controlling albeit, in this case, innocent gesture didn't cause him any kind of anger. He knew dominants hated to be manhandled, but he had just entered into the adapting period so not all changes would appear at once.

Once outside, he blinked, the enormous garden was actually crowded. There were some long tables where pristine human waiters (it was classier at social events to have human service, after all house-elves weren't especially smart) made drinks at one side. On the other side there were many rounded sofas surrounded by thin veils to stop the glaring sun, a classical band was playing and the pureblood guests mingled between themselves at the centre holding long champagne glasses and exotic cocktails or sitting on the rounded sofas.

No one was in the pool that was at a few meters by but that was to be expected, what kind of elegant pureblood would like to be seen discomposed? Probably after a few drinks, some of them would go to the pool but only the rebellious ones or the ones who knew they looked downright sexy wet.

"Wow, Theo, you've really outdone yourself this time!" exclaimed Draco with admiration tinting his words.

"Well I couldn't let it be said by a certain enchanting blond that my parties were less than perfect, could I?" whispered the Nott Heir nearly into his ear.

A shudder ran down his spine as the Malfoy felt the breath on his sensitive ear and he barely restrained a blush. Instead he turned and gave him innocent eyes, knowing the other was referring to how he had teased him about his seven year birthday party some weeks ago.

"Who would say that?" asked disbelief accenting his voice and keeping his eyes wide and innocent.

Theodore chuckled yet again and shook his head amused, "You're one of a kind"

"I'll take that as a compliment", he smirked enjoying their light bantering.

"What else could it be?" smiled the brunette.

Something was nagging at the back of Draco's mind as Theodore introduced him to pureblood after pureblood, showing off his connections. There was something that was escaping him, a realisation that insisted on not displaying itself… But even as he wondered what he wasn't getting, he gifted the guests with blinding smiles, joked with Theo and made pleasant conversation with the ones who had been introduced to him making himself as charming as he had trained himself to be.

"And this is my cousin, Corbin Nott" said Theodore, "Corbin, this is my friend, Draco Malfoy"

Corbin Nott towered over Draco and was dark where Draco was fair; he possessed dark pitch black hair and ever darker eyes. His skin tone was a light golden albeit it was obvious during winter he was as pale as the rest of them. His face was impassive and his darker eyes cold. He was even wearing a black robe combined with some white, managing to look even more intimidating. But the Charming Prince only steeled himself and offered a simply breathtaking smile.

"Another Nott, Theo, should I be afraid?" he teased lightly making sure to name Theodore by his nickname and to keep his eyes soft on Theo to ensure it was taken as an inner joke between both of them and no offence was taken by his cousin.

"Mmmm... maybe a bit", smirked the brunette.

The blond feigned a gasp and hit his friend's arm playfully before laughing and smiling kindly to Theo's cousin. "Excuse our antics, it's a pleasure", he added raising his hand politely to handshake the other's.

Dark eyes studied him carefully as they shook hands and they continued analysing him even as they kept on talking, looking at every single detail of how he interacted.

"Are you home-schooled, Corbin?" asked the Malfoy as if he was asking simply to keep the pleasantries going.

"No, Corbin went to Dumstrang, he's finished this year", responded Theodore smiling.

Draco looked away making sure to seem aloof for a split second before smiling gently and returning to his charming persona, so that if Father ever got hold of the memory he wouldn't seem guilty and wouldn't even suspect he had orchestrated the meeting. "Did he? Now, that's interesting… I nearly went to Dumstrang myself"

"I met a Malfoy there… You're quite different", said the eldest, his eyes trained on him.

"Well, we don't have to be identical"

"Salazar forbid, we had more than one Draco", kidded Theodore casually caressing his arm to appease him.

"Hey! I take offence on that!" verbalised the blond, making it seem as though he was trying to change the conversation, knowing that Theodore would want to inquire further about this other Malfoy.

"And how is it they are so different Corbin?" questioned the brunette, his eyes shining with interest.

"Well, Scorpius Malfoy is… the perfect dominant pureblood. He's aristocratic, cold and commanding. By the time he was a second year he controlled the first years, his peers and third year."

"Well, then Draco and Scorpius have more in common than you think. Draco is the Slytherin Prince, he was the moment a third year who had annoyed him three nights before had to spent two weeks in the Infirmary and even then he didn't have a clue about what had happened to him", declared the other Slytherin, his hand still resting on Draco's arm as he gave him a smile.

"Still, Scorpius commands with his presence, he's simply imposing… while Draco-"

"While Draco is only like that with his enemies and is charming with his allies", interrupted his friend and the blond had to hide his pleasure at being defended so thoroughly. Theodore studied the crowd for a moment before a smirk split his face and he looked at his cousin. "If you want to see how Draco is with his enemies, I have the perfect enemy"

Ice Prince arched an eyebrow elegantly and drawled, "OH, do you really?"

A redhead was walking to them, her hips swaying in what she probably thought was a sexy way, but that actually made her look as though she were limping. At least in Draco's modest and humble opinion. She was wearing a red revealing robe which clashed horribly with her hair and her make-up was terribly overdone. She had probably chosen it to emphasis her 'passionate' nature but it had been a bad decision considering it also made her look heavier.

"Veronica, how lovely to see you, have you met my cousin Corbin and I suppose you already know Draco?"

"Of course, who doesn't know him?" asked the redhead with a coy smile.

Draco's posturing had changed immediately from Prince Charming to Ice Prince and he made a show of looking at her up and down, ending with an expression that screamed 'you're-so-not-worth-my-time'. He knew many people had turned their attention to the potential scandalous argument. The girl blushed unattractively as it was a horrible shade of red that clashed even more with her abuse of the colour but she quickly overcame it.

"It's such a pleasure seeing you again, Draco", said Veronica offering her hand.

Draco simply stared at it, then stared at her face and when she was withdrawing it he moved forward as if to shake it only to retire it at the last moment, leaving the bitch open mouthed. He smirked at her and turned to Corbin and Theodore. He had long ago learnt that –in public- the best way to take revenge on an enemy was to humiliate them.

"Well, I think I'm going to retire… it seems someone has overdone her perfume and abused the colour red, as you know Theodore, my sensibilities can't handle such a thing", he nodded to them and walked away.

The blond knew Corbin probably thought he was an idiot only insulting his supposed enemy's choice of dress but he needed distance. His perfect mask was hard to maintain when he was in the presence of that creature, he had to be careful to not allow his utter hatred show through and simply let on a mild dislike. Besides it wouldn't do to be near her when the effects of the dust he had released on her hand acted up.

He had suspected the witch would be at the party and had decided to finally take matters into his hands. It wasn't the first step of his revenge, nothing further than the truth as the proud pureblood was the cause of more than a few dips in the redhead's reputation and status. However, today's act was truly his masterpiece.

He met Barbara Thompson with whom he chatted for several minutes and exchanged gossip with. Afterwards, he made it a point to blend and socialise with several of the high elite being as charming as ever. After an hour or so he decided it was time to meet Corbin again and see if he could get him to say anything else about his brother.

The Slytherin knew he wouldn't get much more on his first meeting but he was sure once he deepened their connexion an opportunity would arise to obtain the information he so desperately sought. For the moment, he would be as charming as possible.

"Corbin", he greeted the Nott cousin.

"Draco, I must admit you let me down with your choice of words with that girl… I expected you to make her cry at least"

The Slytherin's laugh tingled like bells and some people even turned to see the origin of the melodious sound, "Why would you think I'd do anything horrible to her?"

Nott studied him through cold eyes, "My cousin is quite taken with you"

The enthralling silverish blue eyes rolled and a snort was heard, "We've been friends since we were four, I should think he at least likes me"

"I didn't mean that. Surely you realise he threw this party simply to impress you"

Theodore's cousin was observant, he would have to be more careful around him as he didn't wish for him to know he had actually manipulated his fellow Slytherin into it. Although, the thought that his friend had thrown the party just to impress him was a bit unsettling.

"I wasn't even coming till yesterday", refuted off-handily the alluring blond.

"And yet he threw it after you complained of being bored and when he first told you and you teased him about his birthday party some years ago, he decided to bring this party to a whole new level"

A frown tried to cover Draco's features but he kept his face carefree. The penny dropped. The thing he was missing was that Theo behaved around him as if he were a submissive, an independent submissive but a submissive he'd like to court. The casual touches, the open attitude, the trusting… the intimacy.

And Theodore had been displaying it in front of all the Elite; letting their society know that he had his eyes set on Draco… he resisted biting his lower lip. Although, at least for now it was subtle but he dreaded to think what would happen in a month. He didn't want to lose his new deep friendship with Theo, his friend had opened and had revealed a witty and pleasing conversationalist.

"He knows Malfoys aren't submissives", declared the blond firmly, his jaw set and he hurried to relax it before anyone could notice his tense form.

Corbin opened his mouth as if to argue the statement when Theodore appeared resting a hand on the Slytherin's shoulder. The casual touches acquired a new meaning to Draco and he forced himself to keep his stance light and unperturbed.

"I can't believe you made her pregnant", it seemed as though he was trying to look angry but couldn't quite manage it if the quirk of his lips was to go by.

"I? Whatever are you talking about, dear friend?" asked the blond with a smirk stretching his pink lips.

"She fainted, she lost control of her magic, she threw up… even the pregnancy spell gave a correct sign"

Corbin's eyes grew wide and he looked at Draco, "How could you do such thing! Do you even know the horrible impact it can have on Theodore's reputation that at his party a witch is found pregnant without a father? "

The grey eyes narrowed and he subtly waved his wand to avoid having his conversation heard, "For your information, Theodore is a great friend of mine and I'd never do anything that could hurt him seriously. I've taken everything into account and I've manipulated the gossip. You'll be happy to know that now the popular opinion is: Theodore's parties are great, you can't miss them, and Veronica's such a bitch"

Corbin seemed taken aback by his furious and quiet answer while Theo was obviously delighted. The blond had decided to reply honestly because he was absolutely sure; the Nott Heir wouldn't let his cousin confess Draco's misdeeds.

"I still can't figure out how could you giver her all those symptoms without taking out your wand or touching her", said the Slytherin looking at him with admiration.

"Nevertheless, I think you overdone it, you've ruined her life. Even if afterwards the tests give negative, they'll think she's aborted", answered stiffly Corbin.

Draco's features kept smiling and carefree but his words were frozen and painstakingly polite, "I'm afraid your opinion on the matter is frankly irrelevant, especially taking into account your poor knowledge about my… dislike for her"

Theo frowned pensively, "You know, Draco, you never told me what she did try to do to you"

"I hardly think it's important to go into detail, Theo", answered stiffly the Ice Prince, before realising how tense he had become and forcing himself to relax least he drew curious glances.

The other Slytherin's eyes widened in astonishment at his friend's slip and he took the blonde's arm to lead him inside quickly, before he knew it he was in an office with Theo and Corbin who had followed them. The young Malfoy was flabbergasted; he had lost the tight grip on his temper and now he'd have to tell them what Veronica tried to do.

"Draco, the office has many wards, tell me. Now", ordered Theo and the blond found himself shivering at the commanding voice and feeling a pull to obey. A habit ingrained into him from his Father, Lucius Malfoy who detested being questioned or seeing a hint of hesitation in his son's eyes after an order.

"There's no need to exaggerate Theo, it happened years ago…You know how I was back-" started the Malfoy trying to avoid the story, he didn't even attempt subtlety since he was too unsettled and Theodore knew him too well.

"Don't you trust me?" was the quiet answer.

The blond stilled, he had been putting lots of effort into their friendship in the last months, not to mention the last nine years. He understood that if he didn't at least try to appease him, Theo would give up on him and would remain strictly polite which would in the future be an endless source of problems and complications since the Notts were quite influential and the heir was quite powerful, magically speaking. In fact, he was certain he only knew the tip of the iceberg regarding his fellow Slytherin's magical prowess. It was certain: the Nott Heir's reaction wouldn't be pretty, especially taking into account his supposed crush.

"Theo, it isn't that… it's just a thing I have to take care for myself", he whispered looking at him and keeping his eyes wide and honest, his voice taking a slightly pleading quality.

"I can help you and you know it, as you know I'd never tell a soul and I'll make sure neither will Corbin", the brown eyes were looking at him intently darkened with a dominant's desire to protect.

Draco bit his lower lip, hesitant, and sighed. "You remember the Humbert's party, right?"

Theodore nodded and Corbin examined him intently. The beautiful blond sighed, closing briefly his eyes to recall the event and to hide his emotional response.

"I was eleven, she was fifteen… nearly a full dominant, in fact. She flirted with me, I ignored it, she attempted to seduce me, and I ignored her. She slipped something into my drink and I- I didn't notice… I drank it" Draco couldn't raise his eyes, but he could see Theodore's tightening fists. "When I woke up I was tied to a- a bedpost and she was on the end of the bed" there was a gasp "she said I wasn't so uptight now, was I? That now I'd be hers and that Father and Mother would've no choice but to give me to her as I'd be tainted… She advanced, she was on me, and she was kissing my neck and… then she was blasted to the wall"

"She tried to rape you?" Corbin's voice was dumbstruck and Draco nodded looking away in fear at what he'd see in his friend's eyes.

Theo's hand grasped his face so that their eyes met, the blond swallowed with difficulty… he looked outraged and suddenly his own body was trembling. The Nott Heir hugged him, his arms like steel surrounding him and at the same time keeping him safe. He breathed in the masculine, dominant scent and his body instinctively relaxed in those arms. Draco was embarrassed to notice his eyes were gathering tears but he willed himself not to spill a single one of them.

"What happened then?"

"My spurt of accidental magic alerted the Humberts that something was wrong as it coincided with my signature, they called Father and they came into the room to find me tied to a bedpost and her sprawled on the floor with her head slightly bleeding…"

"And your father asked her to duel", continued Theo his voice filled with hope.

It was tradition to duel for honour or to avenge an offence, trying to rape an underage son was definitely included into the term offence. The stunning blond choked back a sob.

"No. He made me duel her" Nott's arms tightened.

"Why would he do such thing? You were eleven and she was fifteen, she had nearly rapped you moments before and he asked you to duel her?" there was indignation in his tone and Draco felt comforted.

"Even though, I'd been a foolish child who had nearly got himself rapped, I'd regain some dignity by accomplishing a victory over her… I lost", his last sentence was nothing more than a whisper and the arms embracing him tightened. "I didn't even manage a powerful spell or hex, she quickly overcame me… Father scolded me and changed their memories so that no one would remember the attempted rape or my disgracing performance. I've never seen him so furious…"

His face was still hidden in his friend's body but he knew the cousins were exchanging their opinions by sharing a significant look, he timidly raised his face to observe his friend's reaction. He nearly gasped and his hands that had unknowingly grasped the other's green robe tightened. Theo's face expressed such an intense desire to protect, to destroy what had threatened… it was an expression so dominant and intense that he felt safe, even though every time he saw the redheaded witch he felt as if he were eleven again: bound and so weak.

"It's over now though, I'm not weak anymore", announced strongly the blond.

"OH, Draco, do you really think you were weak?" asked the Nott Heir, despair in his tone.

"I let myself be drugged and afterwards defeated in a duel, it doesn't matter what I think or would like to think: I was weak", concluded the Malfoy distancing himself from his friend but still in his arms.

"Sweet Circe, Draco, you were an eleven year old faced with a nearly dominant witch who moments ago had tried to rape you. Failing to surpass her isn't being weak, it's being human"

"Father said-", started the beautiful Prince.

"Your Father's a jerk", interrupted tensely Corbin.

The Slytherin turned to look at him stunned, Corbin's stance was a myriad of emotions but if his vast experience wasn't mistaken –which usually never was- he seemed to be stopping himself from going to find his Father and murder him painfully and slowly.

But Corbin didn't even like him, why would he react like that? Ah! He was under the illusion he was to be a submissive and as the dominant he was, he perceived it as a failure to protect a submissive and hurting a submissive, two of the essentials of being a dominant violated.

Keeping Corbin and Theo under that illusion might prove beneficial in a short-term period, seeing it would increase his possibilities of being able to Legimence Corbin, but still deluding his friend wasn't something he wanted to do. Maybe he could simply not call them upon it and let them figure out how wrong they had been in their assumptions on their own.

"Father is not such thing; he's a powerful wizard who only tries to make me worthy of the Malfoy name…" he calmly answered.

"You must understand that even though I'm sure your Father meant well, his methods were poor at handling the situation", tried to amend Theo but Draco could see that he doubted on the 'meant well' and that he was seething. "You were most definitely not weak and-"

"Please, Theo, can't we just leave this conversation? What's happened has happened and nothing can change it, could we simply feign we haven't had this conversation, please?"

He needed to stop talking about it, the memories were too painful: the disappointment of his Father, the utter feelings of panic and helplessness that had imprisoned him… He would start sobbing if they didn't drop it and he didn't wish for Theodore to see him in such a disgraceful state. It would probably sustain his absurd idea of his becoming a submissive. Besides, he didn't want to have a completely stranger like Corbin see him at his weakest.

Draco could see that his friend objected to the idea but after hearing his pleading voice and looking into his supplicant eyes, he caved with a sigh and nodded. His lightly muscled arms stopped hugging him and dropped to Theo's sides and the blond resisted biting his lower lip feeling oddly vulnerable without his fellow Slytherin arms enveloping him in a protective gesture.

"Thank you. Now, let's go outside, shall we? After all, it's a magnificent party and I would hate to miss on anything", he said opening the heavily warded door and smiling as though they had just been talking about the weather and being simply charming.

Corbin's face rapidly returned to cold indifference although the latent dislike, Draco knew he had held for him had disappeared. Theo needed a few more seconds before reinstalling himself as the witty and entertaining host. They went back outside to the party.

This wouldn't do. The easygoing and light bantering between the Nott Heir and him had vanished. He could practically feel his friend restraining himself and pretending happiness. Theo was miserable. It was his party! Theo shouldn't be miserable especially because he hadn't been artful enough to avoid the explaining "the incident".

They were talking next to the pool; Theodore was back to showing off his connections and displaying the typical behaviour of a dominant courting a submissive. The only difference was the sheer possessiveness and protectiveness his body language revealed. Somehow the image his friend had of him had gone from "independent submissive" to "in need of protection submissive".

A few minutes later, found them both in the water completely dressed and laughing happily. The light atmosphere between them restored and Draco couldn't help but think that his ruined hair style and diminishing in elegance in the mental rates of his peers was worth it. So he grinned happily and splashed his friend, not noticing the eyes full of desire that examined his body, not realizing that the display of light heartedness had attracted more his future suitors than discouraged them.

The blond beauty controlled the urge to blush, Theodore had finally casted a spell to change his clothes underneath his robe's and vanished his robe. His dark-haired friend had not only grown taller but had also developed a light musculature. He forced his eyes away from the defined chest but met another sight, as was usual the dominants displayed far more skin than the submissives.

Both female a male dominants flaunted their bodies, the female dominants wearing colourful bikinis and the dominants wearing nothing but shorts similar to braies though from another material. The few submissives in the water were more conservative and wore French cambric gowns that cascaded down to their ankles, the more adventurous though wore thin gowns which were a bit transparent and insinuated their undergarments.

The Malfoy Heir swallowed, he should change too but he hadn't planned to actually get in the water so he wasn't sure about what he should wear. He didn't think he could wear only braies like his fellow Slytherin. Although he was lean, his body was not as defined yet and everyone would see it. Plus, some of the other guests thought he was going to be a submissive and his reputation would suffer if he revealed too much skin especially in front of his courter, not that he was willing to expose so much at least not until he had a more dominant-like body. Still, he didn't want to encourage the idea of his being a submissive.

He took out his wand and with a flourish changed his clothes. He didn't wear a gown but a long camisole that reached his knees and underneath he wore braies. The camisole was lovely, the neck and the end were trimmed but it wasn't antique cuffed like the gowns. It was an outfit modest enough, even if he were to be a submissive since he was only fourteen.

The Slytherin Prince moved through the water and frowned, the end of the camisole rose slightly revealing a bit of the braies underneath, so he casted a weighting charm on his camisole to prevent it from raising again. He looked up to find Theodore staring at him intently, this time he blushed lightly knowing that his friend liked him. The camisole was wet against his skin and it outlined his figure.

He bit his lower lip, feeling exposed for some reason, but then decided to stop the staring by splashing the Nott Heir. The gorgeous blond laughed when his friend spluttered and made to splash him, the weird expression gone from his handsome face.