Disclaimer: All written for fun, I do not own or wish to make money from Harry Potter&etc. JKR deserves every penny!
Rating: Hah, Mature/NC-348579348957MILLION. Smut… and worse.
Authors Notes: Sorry, been away with the fairies. Glad you guys like it. When I get… 5-ish reviews.. I'll upload another chapter. This isn't me being stroppy, its just I know people have actually read it. There's not point in uploading loads of chapters if no ones looking at it. (:
When I wrote this chapter I actually lost it, so had to rewrite it. So this and the next chapter are a bit.. Different. I hope you like it, it gets a bit shocking..
Beta: I don't have enough friends for a beta..?
Chapter 2.
Draco woke to sound of his alarm charm. The aggravating blue birds diving at his ears with their cheerful tune broke him from his already restless sleep. He showered instantly, gelling his hair back before even getting dressed. His father was not one to accept an unkempt appearance; -and he was yet to discover how to let his hair fall so perfectly like his father did.
He had an entire hour until the 7 o'clock sharp breakfast, and spent it reviewing his night before studies. As the hour drew closer, Draco took a deep breath and headed downstairs.
His father was not yet in the west wing dining room, where the Malfoy's always took their breakfast. Draco instantly felt nervous, as he did most mornings. He never knew if he should arrive before or after Lucius. Or whether it was one of the few things the elder blonde didn't judge; Draco doubted the latter. Everything had a rule, an etiquette, a protocol; -for Malfoy's. Deciding he was already here and it would be foolish to return to his chamber just to re-enter… Draco relaxed. Letting his eyes feed on the sights upon him. This was the most familial room to him. No guests entered the west quarters of the manner; these were the few rooms were affectionate memorabilia was places.
Three photos sat upon the small, but not understated mantel. One photo I himself barely four, presenting his mother with a tarnished red leaf as a gift. His mother smiling down adoringly and a grin plastered across the very young Malfoy's face. Draco hoped it was his father taking the photo.... Or least telling one of the house elves to. The second was him slightly older, aged 7. This picture had a twin, presented in the main drawing room; -where most guests were brought and entertained. This photo, as well as being allot smaller, differed entirely. It was taken a second too early, his mother eyeing Lucius this time. Her face relaxed, content, beautiful. Lucius' eyes were one his boy, along with his hand smoothing down the soft blonde hair. You could see the elder Malfoy ever murmuring words of encouragement, wit and power. Willing the younger boy masterfully to sit composed for the second of the sister photos. The last was Draco's favourite, or perhaps least. It was him, only months old. Entwined in an emerald silk sheet. One small, pink, chubby hand held up grasping at the white wisps of hair hovering over him. The photo takers finger just in frame by accident, mistake, and error. And the other hand, as well as gripping the cots structure, a silver snake head.
Draco stared at the picture, fascinated by it. There, incased forever, was proof of his father's affection, proof of his father's fallibility...Proof of his father's mortality. The picture scared Draco as much as it filled him with joy.
His line of thought was quickly severed as Lucius strode into the room, leaving the smaller blonde to rashly dash his eyes to floor. As if ashamed of dwelling on the picture. Lucius himself let his eyes drift along the boys past eye line, and cocked his head very slightly to the side when he did rest upon the photo. Draco hoped; in nostalgia and not disgust.
"Morning father" Draco finally spoke, as the house elves filled the table with food.
"Good morning Draco" Lucius eyes leaving his Daily Prophet and onto his son. "Sit up straight Draco!"
Instantly sitting up straighter, Draco cursed to himself. "I've already begun my studies for charms; I could recite them if you'd life..."
"No Draco, there is little use in me knowing now if your teachers will not know until September. My advice would to begin studying for next years lessons, so they do not get the better of you."
There was a slight pause where Draco tried his best not to feel crest fallen...
"Although, I am pleased you headed my words last night. It was the correct thing to do to start your studies straight away"
Draco was practically beaming inside, the edge of his lips were creeping up; -and he had to bite his tongue to not allow himself to break into a toothy grin. Instead he gave his father a curt nod and began on his food.
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Lessons began again that day, 3 o'clock sharp as always. Lucius had ordered a fire to be lit as always. Draco entered the study on his father's command; -standing awkwardly for a moment, before taking the initiative to sit in his normal place in front of the hearth.
Lucius was reading a book, which was not uncommon. Some lessons began in silence until Lucius had finished what he was reading. What was intriguing to see was a glass of red wine swirling in the elder Malfoy's hand. Draco instantly thought back to all other lessons which involved alcohol. When Lucius had taught him to pour wine, measure whiskey. Even to know the make of wine via scent; -but never had Lucius intonated that he himself would drink during the lesson.
A sense of excited anxiousness crept through Draco, causing him to lick his lips and tense his fists. Lucius seemed to glance up at this action, and slowly close his book.
He swirled his wine a few times; -as if in contemplation, thought, confliction? Before standing, and walking to the other side of the study.
"Draco, take a seat. I feel an elevated height would be more appropriate for today's lesson" Draco conceded instantly, concentrating extensively on every step so not to stumble. He sat on his fathers opposing vacant chair; -being off the floor filled him with pride and excitement, but at the same time showed him how far he was from the door.
"Today we shall introduce you to wine Draco. It's an embarrassment that we should have to serve you grape juice at meals; -but until now I've felt you've never been taught the appropriate steps to approaching wine"
Draco nodded, slowly trying to compute the information correctly. "Would you like me to estimate the make father? Perhaps the date?"
A smile flitted across Lucius face, as if he was surprised at his son's words. "No Draco, although I am pleased you remember our past lessons. I hope you have retained the ability to serve wine also..."
Draco took this as his que to pour himself a glass; he did so with very much care. Glass tilted with the wine bottle 40^o to it. The bottle never coming close to the rim. He replaced the bottle on the table, slowly raised the glass to his lips; -stopping to take the heady scent in first. He blushed slightly, knowing that this wine was never presented to him before, so he could not guess its maker. Before allowing a small amount to pass through his pursed lips and run over his tongue. Dry; -as expected in red wine, Draco was shocked at its sweetness.
"I hope it's to your tastes Draco..." Lucius commented, as if Draco had much choice in the matter. The taller blond then retook his chair opposite his son, and conjured appropriate fruits and crackers for wine drinking.
"Today I'm allowing you to take the lead Draco; this lesson is to be treated like an arranged affair over wine. You will have to choose how to arrange yourself to the occasion. Both our glasses must finish at the same time. Too late and I would be offended, too fast and you'll be a liking yourself to a heathen." Draco just nodded a long to all the words leaving his father's lips.
"Now Draco, I provided the wine; you provide the stimulus"
The silence ate away at Draco for the next through seconds, felt powerful enough to devour him whole; -which he wished would happen. Taking a slightly larger sip of his wine, he felt an odd feeling of encouragement burn the warming liquid.
"I suppose we'll need to buy new dress robes if mother's not going to be here for the summer solstice ball..." Almost feeling proud of himself, he took another sip.
"Indeed, the ones we own now are tailored to come as a three. A new set would be far more appropriate"
"Would the new set also be in tune; this time as a two?"
"Of course every year Malfoys dress accordingly"
Words seem to flow out of Draco now, small inane chatter, which only felt slightly forced. He glanced down at his wine and to his surprise had hardly started even though by now feeling slightly inebriated.
He picked a strawberry from the table, and bit its end. Like the flavours erupting on his tongue, questions started spurting out from his mind.
'Ask him about the photo' as confident part of him stressed; -determined to drag his thoughts continually back. Now so wound up about this photo his mouth just seemed to blurt something out...
"Why do you keep that photo up?" ...Which sounded slightly more like 'whydyakeepthaphotoup?'
Lucius repeated his small cock to the side, and smiled slightly.
"Which photo do you mean Draco?"
