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Title: Oh, What Have I Done
Author: Starry (starrynightz)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters belong to JK Rowling.
Rating:PG-13
Genre: Romance
Warnings: yaoi, slash, male/male, incest, mild language, ooc (eventually)
Pairings: Lucius/Draco
Year: Summer after 5th
Specifics: Dominant!Draco, Submissive!Lucius
Video/Trailer: coming soon (hopefully)
Summary: When two people can't sleep, conversations happen. Conversations lead to truth. Truth leads...to what? Lucius and Draco find out. What happens in the kitchen, stays in the kitchen.
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Yawning widely, he made his way downstairs. Being an insomniac was not the best thing in the world when one had absolutely no thoughts to ponder on. No problems to work out. Nothing in mind except how wonderful it would feel to close his eyes and let the cool feeling of sleep drift over him. And yet, here he was, clad in green and silver pajamas, trapsing down to the kitchen in the middle of summer.
Once he reached the kitchen, a house elf scuttled into view. Draco took a few steps before the house elf realized he was there. Surry, he was quite sure this one was named, after the town of course, was a small female, quite young and had a cloth he was sure was from a drapery somewhere in the house, pale green in color, drapped around her frail body. She jumped in fright and surprise and bowed so low her droopy ears found their way to the ground.
Once she'd righted herself again, she spoke soft and timidly, "What is it the Malfoy boy be doing out of bed so late, sir? Is there anything Surry can do for him?" Draco, taking pity on the small elf shook his head and said, "No, no reason at all. I don't want anything. You may leave if you wish." Surry nodded quite vigorously before the docile creature scuttled into the hall and out of view. Sighing quite audibly, Draco crossed, past the pot rack and the exstensive island counter, reached for the refrigerator door, which was bathed in the moonlight, shining brightly from the double paned window.
His hand froze before it reached the door, however, upon hearing footsteps. He slide quickly behind the small spanse of the pantry as someone walked into the room. Once they came into view, he realized it was just his father. Once his 5th year was over, more and more Death Eaters had started to arrive at their house and thought maybe they had started to make midnight calls. Chuckling to himself in dry humor, he knew it wouldn't be beyond them to do something like that.
Watching as his father crossed the room and reached as well for the refrigerator door, he opened it, and with a small whir, the appliance sprung to life and started to generate more coolant to replace whatever was leaving, thanks to his father purusing through its vast expanse. Finally reaching simply for a bottle of Dragon's Blood Vodka, he closed it and said simply "Accio scotch glass" and it soared lazily through the air to his father's hand. Watching intrestedly at his father, he watched as he drank. Two..three... four glasses of the alcoholic fluid before setting down his glass groggily and replacing the bottle. Scorgifying the glass and sending it back to its place on one of the counters, Lucius Malfoy was about to head back to his study to look through more Ministry work and reports from other Death Eaters, when a small hand enclosed around his shoulder.
Surprised, Lucius spun on his heel so fast he nearly knocked Draco over, "Draco..? What are you doing out of bed. You should be asleep-!"
"But I can't," Draco interjected before his father started to lecture him in a fake fatherly caring voice, "Besides, you've never cared before about my health, so let's not start to pretend now." Lucius smirked at his son's dry humor. "And I should be asking you the same thing," Draco started, "Vodka at one in the morning.. Not exactly commonplace, father."
Lucius simply laughed once and said, "Yes, well, spying on your father at one in the morning isn't exactly my thought of a leisurely activity for a fifteen year old boy, yet here we stand."
Draco simply scoffed at this and let him rest against a counter, his father had already leaned on the counter opposite, bemused by Dracos late night wanderings, "So what have you been doing holed up in that study of your's...? Must be interesting for nearly ten Death Eaters to come in about two days time."
"I work at the ministry. They know he's back. I get sent the precautions. I feed them back off to Voldemort's more avid servants, he finds what they're doing. They have a better chance at getting around them. I'm simply doing what I can," Lucius said, his voice even, although a smirk played quite obvious on his handsome features. Draco could not help but notice it was a full moon, the light shining through the window at an odd angle, playing with his father's features.
Shaking his head, he then simply nodded, "Yes, I guess that would explain Fenrir Geryback's absense these past few days. Nearly the full moon. It seems that's what's taking place tonight. We can only imagine what havoc he's wrecking on muggles and mudblood's right now.." his voice trailed off as he thought of the bloody gore that must be issuing in neighboring cities. He was roused from his thoughts when his father spoke, "I do believe you should be heading to bed son. If your mother finds us down here, she'll think I'm to blame, and I don't want to hear your mother lecturing the both of us for late night meetings in the kitchen." Draco smiled at his father and nodded.
"I suppose you're right," said Draco, as he leaned over to give his father a hug. He smelled the Dragon's Blood Vodka on his breath, his eyes watered at the warm smell. He closed his eyes and smiled as his father hugged him. He leaned up to give his father a kiss goodnight.
Their lips brushed together, when Draco felt a spark rush through him, as he was sure his father felt it as well, because it was then that Lucius pushed his lips against Draco's.
Feeling a bit awkward and out of place, Draco simply did the same, keeping his arms around Lucius. For what felt like hours, days, even weeks, but must have only been seconds, they pulled apart. Draco's face was flushed, Lucius seemed surprised.
Looking away, Draco stuttered, "Um. Maybe, perhaps. I should, b-be going off to bed now. I'll see you in t-the morning, father. Good. ...goodnight," he rushed out of the room, dashed up the stairs, thoughts rushing a mile a minute through his head before he finally opened his door, shutting it quietly.
As he laid down on his bed, pulling the silken sheets up to his chin, he sighed once more that night and whispered to himself before being pulled wordlessly into his dreams, "What the hell was that..." where his dreams were only about what had happened with his father at one in the morning, induced by summer lonliness and a few glasses of vodka.
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A/N: So, eh, well..? What did you think..? I believe, my friend, that this deserves another chapter. But that's just my opinion. Yes, I wrote this at 3 in the morning, so I apologize ahead of time. Please tell me what you think, and if you have ideas for another chapter, those would be appreciated as well.
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