Draco's P.O.V~
I walked into my father's study with a heavy heart and a stomach full of butterflies-nerves. Frankly, I was terrified. My father caught me and a certain tamer of a Weasley making out on the sofa, one of us without their shirt on. Now that I had sent him to my room like he was a small toddler, I was terrified of how my father was going to react. He was beyond any angry, frustrated, furious, or irritated I had ever seen him. We heard his screaming from my room, 2 floors and 3 rooms from his study. It was beyond frightening.
I pushed the door to the study open and walked in. Father was just sitting there, terrifyingly calm and acting as every Malfoy should. By now, my gaze had found the flooring worth studying and my heart was hammering so hard, I was pretty sure it was the only thing you would hear if you decided to walk into his study at that moment.
Father cleared his throat and took only two steps before he was standing in front of me and guiding me to the armchairs in front of the fireplace. Frankly, I had never been as terrified of a situation as at that moment. I sat in those leather armchairs with the thought of never seeing my lover again.
My father was calm and quiet. Too calm and deadly quiet. He just sat there, staring at me. Looking me up and down like he was trying to see the likeness in him and me. As if, I could be Polyjuiced into his only child and heir, who was tricking a Weasley into having me as a lover, and he was trying to figure out who in the world I could be. It was unnerving.
Now, as he was doing his assessment, he made grunts of approval or snorts of disbelief. When he finally finished, he sighed, quite heavily if I remember correctly.
"Draco, I'm very disappointed in you," he sighed, "I expect better of my only son, child, and Heir. I don't expect to see him sucking face with a Weasley. And, certainly no bottoming for a Blood Traitor."
"Dad-"
"No, Draconias, there are no excuses for your type of behavior."
"Dad-"
"I said, no excuses, Draconias Lucius. Now, I want you to end it. End everything and anything you have with Charles Weasley. Then, bring anything you have from or of him to me and watch me burn it."
"NO!"
"What. Did. You. Just. Tell. Me?"
"I said No Way In The Feiry Pits Of Hell!"
"You're being a child, Draconias! It's time for you to grow up and act your damn age! I WILL NOT STAND FOR MY HEIR BEING A QUEER OR A BOTTOM! AND CERTAINLY NOT TO A BLOOD TRAITOR FAMILY AS THE WEASLEYS!"
"B-but, Da-da-daddy, I-I love hi-him."
"Repeat that again, Draconias."
"Daddy-"
"No, skip the 'Daddy' plea, Draconias Lucius. You are no child."
"I love him. I love one Charles Septimus Weasley! And I won't stand for you telling me what to and what not to do any longer, Daddy! I'm nearly 18 and the war's over! Potter won and He is long gone. Stop being a blood surpremist for once in you life!"
"Draconias, tell me what in the bloody, fucking hell is so attractive about this Weasley?"
"Gladly, Daddy~. He's kind, caring, compassionate, strong, generous, protective, gentle, and smart. Most of all, out everything I just named, the one trait I will ever be thankful for and will ever care about. He hasn't judged me for beingforcedto be aDeath Eaterand doesn't give two bloody fucks that I'msupposedto marry awitch, supposedbecome theMalfoy Lord, or even that I'm notsupposedto fall in love with a god damnedWeasley. For once in my life, I can be ME, not the Ice Prince of Slytherin, the proper Draco Malfoy who hids behind a mask, or even the Draco Malfoy you see right now. Charlie brings out the worst in me and the best of me. For once in my life, I'm free of regulations, soiceitial expectations, household rules, properity, or even soiceitial pressures."
"I'm proud of you, Draco."
"No, Da-Wait, what?!"
"I'm proud of you, Son. You defended your lover to me, even when you knew what I implied when I told you I wouldn't tolerate you being gay. Draco, who do you think your parents are?"
"My parents are Lucius Abraxas Malfoy & Naricissa Cassanova Malfoy nee Black. Why, Daddy?"
"I'm your bearer, Dragon. Severus is your father. You may be my small carbon copy, however you are Severus' son as much as you are mine."
"That actually makes sense now."
"What do you mean, Draco?"
"I mean, Sev was more lenient with me in class. I just exscused it as me being his godson and already knowing half the crap anyway. Yet, he kept keeping me after by 4th year, just to ask how you were. Not me. Not Mother. Just you. That's making sense now."
"I told him constantly that I was fine. He just wouldn't let it be."
We talked for a few minutes more before he sent me to my room for quality time with Charlie. When I got there, Charlie was singing in the shower.
I undressed and climbed into the shower in front of him. He startled and looked down to where I was stroking his massive cock. He smirked and pet my hair, startling me.
"Nice of you to join me, Darling Dragon. Care to come up here and kiss me?"
"Charlie...why do you act so differently when we're around your parents or my own than when it's just the two of us?"
"Because, our parents have different standards. Mine want me married to a Light witch or wizard, have a miniature Weasley brood, and die a happy man. Your lovely parents want you to marry a respectable Pureblood, have a Heir with the idea of a Second, and continue the family line and bring respect to your name. You just want me for Charlie Weasley, a Dragon Tamer and Trainer. Not Charles Weasley, a Pureblood unlike my family or Charlie, a big brother and role model. Just as I want you for Draco Malfoy, a young man who wants the freedom of being without expectations, restrictions, regulations, or pressure. Not Draconias Malfoy, the Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy and a respectable Pureblood with the weight of the name Malfoy on his shoulders or Draco, the friend of Slytherins and the Ice Prince of the House of Snakes."
"That makes sense, babe. Now, fuck me until I can't sit comfortablely or walk straight."
"Such a demanding and pushy sub and bottom."
"Charlie! In me, please!"
"How about you get out, dry off, and lay yourself on the bed?"
"Charlie! Please! I'm begging you!"
"Go get on the bed, Dragon."
"Charlie, please!"
"Bed, Drake."
"I hate you right now, Charlie."
"Love you as well, Dragon. Go get on the bed. Now."
"Sir, please! Don't-"
"Are you trying to tell me what to do while disobeying a direct order?"
"No! Sir, please!"
"I tell you to get out of the shower and on the bed one more time, you will be getting punished. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, now get."
"I'm going, I'm going."
"That's 5, Dragon."
"What?! I didn't do or say anything! You can't just-"
"You're up to 30 now. Shall I add on Repition to the list?"
"Sir!"
"Yes?"
"Please, don't do this!"
"This the final time I'm going to say this, Dragon. Get out and on the bed. Now!"
"No."
"Repeat that."
"I said, No."
I paled when I realized what I did and said and just who I said it to. I looked up when I heard a snarl. Charlie was glaring at me and snarling. I was starting to fear for myself and my arse.