Authors Note: First of all, I never thought I'd post this. This was just something I decided to write on my own, six months ago. So here it is.

"You called me father?" Draco asked wandering into thee spacious living room. He found his father sitting on a rather large, Victorian couch, looking at his perfect nails.

"Indeed I did. I have something important to discuss with you." Lucius replied with a smirk on his face. "Very important…."

Draco stood in his father's presence with anticipation. His father only called him formally when he was wishing to address him with pressing or important Malfoy business. He wavered slightly under his fathers studying glances until his voice purred,

"Remind your dear father how old you are Draco…"

Draco shifted, somewhat puzzled by the question.

"I'm 17. I just turned a month ago." Draco said feeling more annoyed by the question as time passed.

"…17. Do you consider yourself a man?"

Draco felt a wave of dread wash over him. So, this was business about the Dark Mark. He would be seeing Voldemort any day now, claiming how the Malfoy's had raised such a loyal man.

"Yes." Draco said firmly, feeling his voice was not his own.

Once again his father was studying his features ever so closely. He leaned forward, his elbows now on his knees. His smile was slightly crooked, an attractive sight on a Malfoy, awkward on anyone else.

"Then….Draco…am I correct in assuming you are not a virgin?"

The question nearly knocked Draco off his feet. He felt himself swallowing hard. The idea that his father's intentions had nothing to do with Voldemort was almost too good to be true. Suddenly the idea of an arranged marriage took the place of fear in Draco's head. But by the time he could sort out his thoughts he had hesitated, and Lucius had noticed.

"The reason I am asking is not because I have suspicions Draco. I honestly want to know." Lucius drawled.

"I'm a virgin father." Draco answered truthfully.

"Have you thought about giving away your virginity to anyone?" Lucius inquired.

Draco felt himself getting hot about the face. This was not a conversation he thought he would be having with his father; not now or ever. Trying not to sound as awkward as he felt, he replied in a steady voice,

"I have not found anyone worthy of that privilege as of yet."

Lucius leaned back into the couch again, his smile most definite.

"Very good. I see you realize the value of your … honor."

"Yes sir." Draco said evenly. "If you don't mind me asking…"

"Why I'm asking you about your history?" Lucius interrupted.

"Yes."

"…I was around your age when I lost my virginity." Lucius said airily. " My first was deemed worthy, and I want to make sure you have every opportunity to fall into the right people Draco. Which is why I have called you here today."

Draco wondered vaguely if his father had any intentions of clarifying himself. Lucius was very serious-looking at the moment, which caused Draco to become utterly speechless.

"Draco, you will lose your virginity to one who is worthy. Which is why I'm going to request you offer yourself to my first." Lucius said in a dead calm.

A sickness suddenly engulfed Draco's throat and stomach. His father was capable of some rather grotesque things, but he had never forced Draco into incest. In fact, his father had never mentioned sex acts in front of him before. Finding his voice, Draco choked,

"M-mother has agreed to his?"

Lucius rolled his eyes; Draco felt himself feeling rather childish.

"My first was not your mother Draco. Although she is quite worthy of being so. I want you to go back to Hogwarts and offer yourself to Severus Snape."

This conversation proved to be more and more surprising with every passing moment, but Draco was not prepared for a confession such as this. He had not remembered his father being affectionate with his mother, aside from the kiss or two, but he certainly had not seen his father remotely interested in men.

"You're looking ill Draco." Lucius said just as seriously.

"Father…I- I'm not a homosexual." Draco said carefully least he offend his fathers hidden lifestyle.

"Lets not talk about that." Lucius said sternly.

"Father…are you a hom-"

"I belive I told you to do something." Lucius said in a finalized voice.

"But sir, I'm not sure I can do this…" Draco trailed off. "Do you and Professor Snape…uh, still…?"

Lucius smiled, not completely with or without humor, and replied, " Tell him I send my greetings when you get back to Hogwarts."

It had been three days since his conversation with his father. Draco had been avoiding thinking about it whenever it popped into his head. So far, he had not noticed anything different with his surroundings, including Snape. Apparently, Snape was just as clueless about the request as Draco had been entering the living room three days ago. Draco wondered if his father would even mention it again, or if he cared at all if he went through with it.

"What are you thinking about?"

Draco turned towards Pansy's inquiring face, thinking how horrified she'd be if she really knew the answer to that question.

"Classes." Draco mumbled, taking a lazy bite of a sandwich.

"We have potions after lunch, it'll be funny to see how horrible Potty and the Weasel do today." Pansy replied, trying to cheer Draco's mysteriously upset demeanor.

"Yeah." Draco said with a smirk. He decided then that if Snape had said nothing, it meant he knew nothing, and therefore, why worry over nothing?

Lunch was soon over and Draco found himself in better spirits, walking into the dungeons. Snape was writing instructions on the board as he took a seat in the middle row, next to Goyle. It wasn't long before the Gryffindor's walked in, looking gloomy, which made Draco smile.

"Get settled everyone, we have a lot to cover. Today we will be focusing on a lecture, tomorrow we will focus on brewing the said potion. Take out your books and quills, there is a lot of information to absorb. Take extensive notes, as it will save you a lot of stupid mistakes in the near future. Write everything on the board and pay attention, which I don't doubt some of you will find a tedious task." Snape snarled.

Draco was glad that Snape was doing all the talking and interacting as opposed to him trying to brew a complicated potion. Draco focused on the lesson intently, aware that it was not because he wanted to be studious, but because he found it easier then thinking about what could or would happen between himself and the man speaking.

The time slipped by too fast, only not fast enough for some it seemed. Draco had written more than six pages of detailed notes, and as soon as the bell had rung he found himself uncharacteristically eager to leave the classroom. Packing up his things he became dreadfully aware that Snape was walking towards him, his skinny arms folded to his chest.

"Draco, I wish to speak to you in private." Snape said smoothly.

Draco nodded and turned his head to see Potter and Weasly curiously glare at the pair of them. No doubt they were just as interested in seeing what Snape had to say then go to their next classes. Draco stayed in his seat until everyone filed out and watched with a knot in his stomach as Snape closed the dungeon door with a definitive snap.

"Your father owled me this morning." Snape said now walking to face Draco.

Draco did not move but sat in his seat. Snape appeared to be waiting for his reply, but got the hint Draco had none.

"I know what this is about. And I'm here to tell you that you don't have to go through with it if you don't wish." Snape said coolly.

Draco lifted one eyebrow. So Snape knew, all day, all lesson, and it seemed he had no opinion either way if Draco complied or not. Draco didn't know if he should be relieved or insulted.

"I'm sorry sir…it's just that I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say, or if this makes any sense or not." Draco added honestly.

"Well Draco. You have me in a private area and I'm standing here in front of you. Say what you wish and be done with it." Snape said slightly impatient.

Draco's first reaction was to get up and leave. It made so much sense to bail when he had been worrying about this for so long constantly. But he found himself unable to summon the words. It seemed that over the past three days he had unconsciously debated sleeping with his head of house.

"You look confused." Snape sighed, not coldly but not nurturing at all.

"Were you really my fathers first?" Draco asked, trying to buy himself some time to figure this out.

"I'm not going to stand here and answer questions about your fathers love life." Snape said, his arms still crossed. "So either leave or find something else to say to me."

Draco realized he was getting no where and his professor was becoming more equally annoyed with every unspoken second. Shockingly, he found himself blurting out,

"I was wondering if perhaps you could take my Malfoy honor."

Snape stood in front of Draco, raising an eyebrow. Draco willed himself not to feel stupid, as he realized by now that the words had come out slightly different then he had anticipated. Snape seemed to get the idea though, and his expression softened some-what.

"I'm not positive I could ever take your Malfoy honor…" he said with a ghost of a smile, "But come by later tonight and I'll see what I can do."

Draco waited for farther commentary, but it seemed that Snape had none. He was now looking at the back of his teacher, wondering if he would think of his head of house the same after that night.

It had taken much out of Draco, trying to spend the rest of the day normally. It seemed like as soon as he had left the dungeon that a new wave of insecurities had crashed his head. It felt worse then the anticipation with confronting Snape with the odd request. Draco had read some things on sex, it being perfectly natural of a teenage boy. But he felt that perhaps he would have been more prepared for this had his fantasies been more involved with men rather than women.

Draco was sure Snape wouldn't laugh at him or even make fun of him. In fact, he was sure Snape wouldn't mention it at all. However, he didn't want Snape thinking him a total clutz in bed, virgin or not. Which is why he was feeling quite sick with worry as the day passed. Even his classmates had noticed, even Potter had noticed.

"Something wrong Malfoy?" Potter asked coolly, as Draco bumped into him by mistake after dinner.

"None of your business." He sneered back as he swiftly walked in the opposite direction. Soon he found himself walking towards Snape's office, hoping that the experience would be better then worse. Perhaps he would even enjoy it.

"Come." Came Snape's collected voice after three knocks. Draco angrily felt his knees shaking as he solidly planted his feet on the stone steps.

"I'm here." Draco stated lamely.

Snape looked up from some papers he was grading.

"You're a little early, but that's alright. I'll be with you in a minute." Snape said with a sweeping glance. Draco sat down on the chair opposite of his teachers desk, trying to imagine how much more he would enjoy the evening with Snape if there were not floating body parts in jars to invade his vision.

"There is no reason to be nervous Draco." Snape said in what he supposed was a soothing voice. Draco was about to reply he wasn't nervous until he looked down and saw he was unconsciously wringing his hands. Instead he chose to say nothing, which Snape seemed perfectly content to deal with.

Moments later, Draco braced himself as Snape put down his quill and met his own studying glances.

"I don't suppose you'd be terribly disappointed if I told you this is the only place we can do this." Snape said gesturing to the office.

Draco shrugged silently.

"You see, your father didn't give me much warning, and I have no desire explaining why a student has found my private chambers or what he is doing there." Snape explained.

Draco felt his mouth drying.

"Stop wringing your hands." Snape said sternly.

Draco looked down and noticed Snape was right.

"Sorry." He said. He wasn't feeling very much like a Malfoy at the moment. More like a nervous …virgin.

Snape got up from his desk, and walked towards Draco, his face calm and silent. Draco looked up at him, wondering if he should stand or stay where he was. Unfortunately, much to Draco's frustration, it didn't look like Snape would be saying much. This wasn't like his lecture where instructions were written on a blackboard.

Snape suddenly sighed loudly.

"Stand up Draco."

Draco stood up a little fast, causing the chair to slide back loudly. Snape looked even more exasperated, if that was possible.

"Draco, you're going to need to calm down. Otherwise this will be uncomfortable for the both of us." Snape said seriously. "And don't be intimidated to take some liberties. I'm not putting on a one man show."

Draco felt himself feeling sick. Snape certainly wasn't the patient lover he had hoped for. Not that he thought he would be, but Draco was sure that he was getting on the wrong foot of things regardless.

"Perhaps you should kiss me." Snape said looking into Draco's eyes.

Draco felt an excited jolt. Very much different from what he had been feeling previously. He was even slightly relieved that it was going somewhere into his pants. He marveled that the suggestion of kissing Snape was all it took and wondered if it was genuine or just teenage hormones.

"Perhaps you should kiss me." Snape said again, this time more loudly.

Draco slowly slipped his right hand around Snape's waist, experiencing the feeling of holding his professor. It certainly felt strange, touching a man that he had never considered touching so intimately. Snape's hands were slipping in back of Draco's shoulders while Draco closed the gap of air between their chests. Looking up, Draco stood up straight and Snape tipped his head down, allowing Draco to plant a firm kiss on his thin lips.

The kiss itself was awkward, but it defiantly contributed to Draco's loins. He had been closing his eyes, trying to concentrate on where his hands should be, and Snape let Draco's awkward kiss linger for a few seconds before taking over. Snape was deepening the kiss, and Draco felt something gradually poke near his hip.

The thought of it being Snape's penis made Draco forget about kissing entirely. Snape broke off the kiss, wipeing the thin line of salvia that was connecting between themselves.

"Sorry." Draco said again, realizing that his hands were gripping Snape's waist quite hard. He relaxed his grip as Snape said nothing to his apology. He was starting to feel a little stupid. He hadn't meant for the kiss to be so horrible, especially since he himself was considered some-what an expert in making out.

"Draco, we are kissing. I don't mean to be insulting, but if you cannot handle kissing, I don't think you're ready for…more pressing things." Snape said. Draco blushed deeply.

"No, I can handle it. I was just a little surprised. I didn't expect…uh, to feel your erection." Draco replied.

"You yourself have one digging into my thigh." Snape said matter-of-factly.

"I-I wasn't…"

"Nevermind, we should probably do this when you are feeling more comfortable with it." Snape said sighing. Draco felt Snape's arms slipping away, and something like wounded pride hit his chest.

"Wait." Draco said forcefully, tightening his grip on Snape's waist once more.

Snape raised an eyebrow, about to say something when Draco leaned forward and kissed the man. Snape started to respond, obviously deciding Draco had found his bearings. Once again Draco felt Snape's erection, this time forcing himself not to be so mindful of it. The kiss was turning sloppy, and Draco felt himself getting more excited. The sound of their smacking lips was arousing, and Draco felt himself wanting more. Possibly a release. He would get to this point and start masturbating, but finding himself with Snape, he decided this would be a little more interesting.

Snape removed his arms from Draco's shoulders and was now starting to rub his chest. Draco wondered if he should start doing the same thing; perhaps it was one of those liberties Snape had mentioned. He supposed this was where his inexperience was showing.

Snape was removing his tie, and Draco seriously didn't know if he should make it easy on himself and just start rubbing his teachers erection. It was the only thing that was coming to his mind, and he wasn't sure if Snape would be patient enough for Draco to figure out how to remove his clothes.

"Um…" Draco said awkwardly.

Snape stopped rubbing his chest and looked at Draco expectantly.

"I just…don't know what to do." Draco said, hoping that would explain everything that was going through his head. He realized it didn't.

"Perhaps you should remove my shirt." Snape suggested in the same way he had suggested the kiss.

Draco looked at the rows of buttons, wondering how long he would be in the mood before Snape's shirt was off.

"Nevermind, I'll just take it off." Snape said as if reading Draco's mind. Draco watched as Snape started to unbutton his shirt swiftly. It was halfway off when Snape looked up, watching the teen.

"You can take off your school robes Draco." Snape suggested with a hint of impatience in his voice.

Draco felt stupid again, but said nothing as he quietly slipped out of his robes. His arousal had dulled a bit, but he was relieved to feel himself stiffening again while watching his Professor pull down his trousers. It was odd to think that he would probably be the only one in the school that knows that his professor wore white briefs.

Thankfully, his own trousers came off about the same time Snape was ready to get back to the action. His erection was straining against his black silk boxers, and he smiled to think how humorous it would be if anyone saw the two Slytherins in their underwear in the office with pickled things in jars.

"Something funny?" Snape said in a dangerous tone that had taken Draco off guard.

"No. Why?" Draco asked.

Snape unconsciously looked at his underwear then met Draco's confused look with suspicion.

"Very well." Snape said indifferently perhaps not totally satisfied with Draco's innocent grin.

Draco stepped forward and met Snape halfway as Snape skillfully slipped his skinny hands down Draco's boxers.

"Oh!" Draco said as Snape grabbed his penis.

"Oh?" Snape questioned.

Draco said nothing and decided he had better follow suite. He slipped his hands into his professor's underwear, firmly grabbing his professor's penis as well. Then, carefully, he started jerking Snape off.

Finally Draco felt he was getting somewhere. The reaction was instant and more than he could have hoped for. Snape started grinding into his hands and he heard Snape's breathing change.

"Yes…oh yes…" Snape was said in a low, growl.

Draco felt himself breathing heavily as Snapes hands started to pump in the same rhythm on his own penis. He was sure he was going to cum all over Snapes hands but was interrupted,

"Stop doing that." Snape said in a waspish tone.

Draco was suddenly aware that Snapes hands had been removed. The pleasant ticklish feeling was gone, and he was left with his erection just as he had been moments before. Snape's hands were around Draco's, pulling the teens hands out of his briefs.

"Why?" Draco snapped clearly annoyed.

"I thought you were trying to heat me up, not finish me off." Snape replied sternly.

"I was close to cumming." Draco informed him annoyed. "I thought you were too."

"I was." Snape snapped. "But you can hardly claim you lost your virginity if we wank each other off."

Draco found he had no response to this, so he said nothing. Snape was, of course, right.

"Stop looking at me like that." Snape said.

"Sorry." Draco said again. Apologizing had run rampant through the session, and he was finding it tedious.

Snape ignored the apology and took to amusing himself by pulling down Draco's boxers. Draco, feeling a little less forgiving, helped himself to pulling down Snape's briefs as well. Draco felt himself getting into the mood again, and once again found himself wondering how he could be aroused by looking at another mans penis. He decided he'd put away this thought for later.

Snape had gently pushed him towards the edge of the desk.

"You're joking right?" Draco said.

"I'm sorry?" Snape said, his voice betraying amusment.

"I'm going to get fucked in the ass?" Draco said crossing his arms. "I'm going to get fucked in the ass on a desk? This is how you want me to lose my virginity?"

"Not good enough to take the Malfoy honor?" Snape asked.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"It was good enough for your father." Snape said.

"…I'm out of here." Draco growled, feeling slightly disgusted with himself. He turned around and found himself face to face with a naked Severus Snape.

"If you want to do the fucking, you better start stepping up and perform well." Snape growled.

Draco said nothing but Snape made his way over to the edge of the desk and bent over.

"Perhaps you should lubricate me." Snape said, this time more forcefully.

Draco was at a loss.

"I don't know how." Draco said coolly.

Snape said nothing, but grabbed his wand and muttered a spell.

"I trust I don't have to tell you how to do the fucking." Snape said.

Draco said nothing but stood still.

"Draco. I hope you're not having a temper tantrum."

Draco crossed his arms, feeling cheated. Snape stood up straight and turned around, his eyebrows raised.

"Draco…" he said, this time a lot nicer than he had been, "I want to give you a nice lay. I don't want to upset you. Do you want a blow-job instead?"

Draco felt awkward; standing there naked, Snape offering him a preference like he was offering an alternative item then what was on a menu.

"I want to have sex with you. Lose my virginity in the traditional sense." Draco replied.

"Then stop your tantrum and I'll show you how to do this right." Snape replied turning around and laying his stomach on the desk once more.

"Put your penis in my anus." Snape said simply.

"I know." Draco said feeling patronized as he laid his hands on Snapes hips.

"Do you think you can jerk me off while your grinding?" Snape asked.

"I think…" Draco replied.

A few seconds went by in silence.

"What are you waiting for Draco?" Snape asked in a soft voice.

"Sorry." Draco said, hating the word. He positioned himself and quickly squeezed his prick into Snapes tight ass.

"Oh Merlin." Draco moaned, never remembering feeling anything quite so nice.

The hand Draco had on Snape's hip met with Snapes thin hand. Draco felt Snape wrap his hand around his professors erection.

"Don't ignore me." Snape said.

Draco started to grind, slowly at first, trying to get the feeling. He was also pulling on Snape's penis, trying to get the rhythm down as he had before. Please with himself, Draco heard his professor mumbling to himself in the same way he had earlier.

"Oh yes, oh yes…" He heard Snape say softly.

Draco started grinding harder, careful not to "ignore" his teacher. The ticklish feeling in his loins was starting to build again.

"Oh don't stop Draco…don't—oh yes…" Snape was moaning. "Oh…."

Draco was breathing louder, and he finally felt what he had wanted to feel all evening…he felt his muscles clench and unclench, and something release. The orgasm lasted a little longer then some of the ones he had, and a little harder than usual too.

"Draco--"

And then he felt something warm and sticky on his hand. Snape was still breathing hard, but he could tell it was over.

It was over.

Draco watched as Snape straightened himself from the desk, looking pleased. Draco wiped his hand on a piece of cloth Snape offered him and started looking for his boxers, which were on the floor with the rest of his robes, wondering what would happen next. Snape had already started putting on his clothes. By the time Draco looked up he found to his surprise Snape was smirking and writing something.

"Um, I guess I'll be going then." Draco said, not sure what to think of his sexual adventure.

Snape looked up, his eyebrows raised.

"Indeed?"

"Yes sir." Draco said, looking at the man he had just preformed intercourse with.

Snape checked a clock on the wall, his smirk widening.

"Well it's only 9:30, would you do me a favor and deliver this note to your father? I'm sure the owlery is still open." Snape said.

Draco took the letter from his professor's hand, tempted to read it.

"Don't read it." Snape said as Draco said good bye and turned to leave.

Lucius Malfoy was leaning in the same Victorian couch, a questioning look on his face.

"You wanted to see me father?" Draco asked walking in.

"I got Professor Snape's letter." Lucius said holding up a piece of parchment. "I trust you…. enjoyed yourself?"

Draco weighed the question in his head.

"Yes father."

"Well that's good. Only, I must say, he has written some interesting things." Lucius said.

Draco didn't allow himself to look totally curious.

" ' Draco was in every way an amateur. I had to hold his hand all the way through intercourse. However, I am sad to say that he has inherited his father's passion for throwing tantrums in the middle of lovemaking. On the whole, you need not worry about your son's virginity.' "

Draco found himself speechless once more.

"That is all." Lucius said waving a hand in dismissal. "Oh, and Draco?"

"Yes sir?"

"Stay away from Severus. He's mine."