Disclaimer: I own nothing! Harry Potter was written by a sad little straight woman, thankfully, I am not her.
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's resident Sex God, was sitting in the Malfoy Manor's library, while his parents were giving him 'THE TALK'!
"Now son, always use contraceptive potions, work wonders, they do."Lucius said.
"LUCIUS! Don't give him ideas!" Narcissa shrieked.
"Fine fine, Draco, son, girls are very sensitive about this subject so you have to be very careful about these things. Take care of them, show them you 'care', NEVER push a girl into anything."
"FATHER! I know! Stop talking about sex, please! You're being repulsive!" Draco exclaimed.
"Draco dear, what's the problem?" Cissa asked.
"Girls and such, ugh."
"Draco, it's required for you to have a male heir." Lucius told him.
"Kind of hard Father."
"And why is that?"
"I don't like girls like that, nor have I ever."
"Draco! Explain yourself at once!" Narcissa exclaimed shrilly.
"I prefer a flat chest to a woman's breasts, hard abs to a soft tummy, muscled legs to fleshy thighs, smooth, hard biceps to delicate arms, nothing stopping me from getting as close to their body as I can, no soft vulnerable touches, skin to skin, rough caresses, and a hard member. That's what I want, what I like Mother."
"WHAT!" Narcissa yelled.
"Draco, be careful, males they don't stay true. Females are more trustworthy." Lucius said. "Cissa dear, accept it. Don't be a hypocrite."
"Son, all I ask is who is it?" Lucius asked.
"Harry Potter."