Chapter One

Draco awoke in his bed, feeling like shit. He was in love with someone who probably hated his guts. Figures, considering he was the enemy of the guy's friend. Feeling sorry for himself, he dragged himself out of bed and to the dining room, where he heard his dad and Snape eating breakfast.

Sure enough, when he entered the dining room, Lucius and Snape were there. Snape was in his black silk pajamas (a gift from Lucius, no doubt), and Lucius was in his white silk pajamas. For some reason, the pajamas made them look even more like a couple, if that was possible. Snape was reading The Daily Prophet and eating cereal, whilst Lucius was eating French toast drowned in syrup and watching Snape read.

Draco took his seat across from them, and they didn't even look up. So, Draco helped himself to some pancakes, and smothered them with syrup. As he was eating, a question nagged at his mind. A question that begged to be answered. . .

"Father?" Draco asked, getting Lucius's attention.

"Yes, Draco?" his father asked, eyes sparkling. Draco knew his eyes were sparkling because of Snape, yet it still made him feel ill; Snape used to be his teacher, after all, and sleeping with his dad didn't earn the man any favors. Still, Draco was curious. . .

"Father? What is sex like with Professor Snape?" Draco blurted out. Snape spewed milk and cereal into his bowl, while Lucius just looked slightly perturbed.

"Why, exactly, do you ask me this?" Lucius asked as Snape wiped his mouth with a napkin and tried to hide his reddening face (from embarrassment, not anger).

"Just. . . curious as to how a homosexual couple talk about their sex life," Draco lied. In truth, he wanted to know so that one day, he could experience the things with his own male lover. Lucius smiled at him, and a faraway look came into his eyes as he started talking.

"Well, for one thing, it's so damn sensual! His sweaty, horny body smelling delicious as I pleasure him; his damp hair clinging to his face and neck as I work my magic; the way he grunts, moans, and groans as I do specific things to him; the feel of him in my arms; the way our bodies hurt deliciously afterwards, yet are completely sated; the way he screams my name as he climaxes; the delicious way his mouth, tongue, and teeth know just how to kiss/pleasure me; the taste of him as he comes in my mouth. . ." Lucius abruptly cuts off, realizing what he had just said.

"Lucius! He wanted an answer, not explicit details of what happens in the bed!" Snape says, face now red with anger, the embarrassment now gone. Lucius, who had finally realized what he had been about to say, flushed with embarrassment.

"So sorry, Sev, didn't realize how. . . explicit I was being. Anyways, it's mind-blowing," Lucius finished, suddenly very interested in his French toast. Snape just rolled his eyes as he started reading the newspaper again. Draco, meanwhile, was contemplating all he had just heard. If that is what I have to look forward to with my lover, I am all for it! Draco thought as he finished his breakfast. Maybe luck would be on his side, and he could experience all of those wonderful things.