Title: Daily Dose of Incest
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and concepts.
Lucius Malfoy arrives home at one in the morning, drunk as Hagrid on a rum drinking binge. As only bad mean people get soddenly drunk, we know that Lucius is about to do a very bad thing. Cursing and muttering in an overly-stereotypical fashion, he marches upstairs into his son's room.
Draco, in the meantime, has heard his father from halfway down the street. The fact that Lucius was singing "Molly Malone" at the top of his lungs probably accounts for this. Anyway, Draco is in the middle of tunneling his way out of his room when Lucius barges in quite dramatically. A moment later lightening flashes.
"Dammit," he roars. "When I swing the door open and the door slams against the wall, that's the que! Slam! Que! Got it?"
"Missy is sorry, master," apologizes a random house elf.
Lucius proceeds ot toast Missy into a grilled cheese sandwich, then flings her out the window where the hounds await. True to canon, Draco sits placidly on the bed awaiting *his* fate. His grey eyes grow large with terror as Lucius rounds on him.
"I am a sick, drunken son-of-a-bitch," slurs Lucius. "I must rape you, Draco."
"No, daddy! No! Mummy, help me!"
"Will you two shut up in there and let a lady get some sleep," screams Narcissa from the bedroom.
"Mummy's a bitch," sighs Draco. "At least allow me to gear up for my prolonged thrashing scene, father."
"Agreed," says Lucius, pulling out a cigarette and seating himself on the bed. Ooooooooh, foreshadowing! "How's school, son?"
"Fine, except for Potter." Draco pulls on his kneepads and straps on his helmet. "Oh, and you were right. Trelawney's a lesbian."
Lucius snorts. "Who's poking her with the dildo? Hooch or Sinistra?"
"Madam Pomfrey."
Lucius pulls out a flask and takes a deep drink upon hearing this.
"What a fine bunch of perverts Dumbledore has assembled. Ah, well, remember that I only do this because I love you, Draco."
"Yes, father. In your own twisted way, I'm sure you do."
"Are you ready, then?"
"Quite. Mind the kneecaps, though."
Lucius responds by tackling his waifish son and pounding him to a pulp in much gruesome, gory detail. Uttering a battlecry, he proceeds to strip Draco and then give him the old in-out. It's a control thing. It's also a wizard thing.
"Oh, woe is I. Nobody loves me and I'm so scared. I have such a perfect life on the outside, but on the inside I'm a broken little boy! Dammit! Did I think that out loud?"
"Do you want me to come in there?" threatens Narcissa.
"No, dear. Draco's pet chicken is a little giddy, that's all."
"Father, you are such a liar. I hate my life."
"Oh, quit griping, ya pansy! How would you like to be in Potter's shoes?"
"Potter's life parallels mine in that he, too, is sexually abused and beaten. Isn't it a clever twist that I also suffer, as Potter, does at the hands of my relatives?"
"Shut up, son! Would you rather be groped and sodomized by two fat males as poor Harry is every night, and sometimes right before tea?"
Draco only grins. Lucius' grey eyes widen. "You sick fuck! You're even more twisted than *I* am! At least I am attractive, whereas Vernon and Dudley Dursley are abhorrent."
"Different strokes for different folks," replies Draco smugly.
"Draco, you disgust me," said Lucius as he continues to rape his son.
"Now it is time for me to assume the fetal position and drown in my angsty thoughts," announces Draco, draping himself in a white sheet with a 450 thread count. He moves over to *the corner*. Yes, that special corner in the room reserved specifically for rich little snots who are victims of incest.
"Have fun," says Lucius. "And now, I shall go and be verbally abusive to Narcissa while I flog her with various household items."
"Bye, dad." Draco waves to his father, then slips into a semi-catatonic state. Actually, Draco is imagining a little scenario that involves Vernon Dursley and a pickle.
Suddenly, Snape flies in through the window, wearing a big black cape and a silver thong with a diamond bow on the crotch. He hisses to expose very cheap-looking plastic vampire teeth. Draco just stares. I mean, what would you do? Forget I asked that. Ahem...
"Professor...what are you doing?"
Snape lowers his arms and stares curiously at Draco's thin frame draped in only a 450 thread count sheet.
"This isn't Flitwick's bungalow. Damn and blast! I flew too far south. I apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Malfoy. Merlin's tits! That sounds like Narcissa is being verbally abused by Lucius while being flogged with various household objects!"
"You're good, Professor."
Snape merely bows, quite pleased with himself.
"Well, I really must be off. I have a Death Eater's meeting to attend. There, I shall be viciously sodomized by assorted waxen items in many interesting shapes and sizes. Do tell Lucius to go easy with the Fruit Rollups this time, would you? They leave the most horrid welts on one's buttocks. Ta-ta!"
Out of the window Snape flies into the night sky. Draco waves.
"Goodbye! Goodbye, Professor Snape, and thank you!"
~FIN~
A/N: An odd ending, I know, but what the hell. Next up: Panties and stolen sexual torture devices. An old favorite, to be sure!
Author: Ivory Tower
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and concepts.
Lucius Malfoy arrives home at one in the morning, drunk as Hagrid on a rum drinking binge. As only bad mean people get soddenly drunk, we know that Lucius is about to do a very bad thing. Cursing and muttering in an overly-stereotypical fashion, he marches upstairs into his son's room.
Draco, in the meantime, has heard his father from halfway down the street. The fact that Lucius was singing "Molly Malone" at the top of his lungs probably accounts for this. Anyway, Draco is in the middle of tunneling his way out of his room when Lucius barges in quite dramatically. A moment later lightening flashes.
"Dammit," he roars. "When I swing the door open and the door slams against the wall, that's the que! Slam! Que! Got it?"
"Missy is sorry, master," apologizes a random house elf.
Lucius proceeds ot toast Missy into a grilled cheese sandwich, then flings her out the window where the hounds await. True to canon, Draco sits placidly on the bed awaiting *his* fate. His grey eyes grow large with terror as Lucius rounds on him.
"I am a sick, drunken son-of-a-bitch," slurs Lucius. "I must rape you, Draco."
"No, daddy! No! Mummy, help me!"
"Will you two shut up in there and let a lady get some sleep," screams Narcissa from the bedroom.
"Mummy's a bitch," sighs Draco. "At least allow me to gear up for my prolonged thrashing scene, father."
"Agreed," says Lucius, pulling out a cigarette and seating himself on the bed. Ooooooooh, foreshadowing! "How's school, son?"
"Fine, except for Potter." Draco pulls on his kneepads and straps on his helmet. "Oh, and you were right. Trelawney's a lesbian."
Lucius snorts. "Who's poking her with the dildo? Hooch or Sinistra?"
"Madam Pomfrey."
Lucius pulls out a flask and takes a deep drink upon hearing this.
"What a fine bunch of perverts Dumbledore has assembled. Ah, well, remember that I only do this because I love you, Draco."
"Yes, father. In your own twisted way, I'm sure you do."
"Are you ready, then?"
"Quite. Mind the kneecaps, though."
Lucius responds by tackling his waifish son and pounding him to a pulp in much gruesome, gory detail. Uttering a battlecry, he proceeds to strip Draco and then give him the old in-out. It's a control thing. It's also a wizard thing.
"Oh, woe is I. Nobody loves me and I'm so scared. I have such a perfect life on the outside, but on the inside I'm a broken little boy! Dammit! Did I think that out loud?"
"Do you want me to come in there?" threatens Narcissa.
"No, dear. Draco's pet chicken is a little giddy, that's all."
"Father, you are such a liar. I hate my life."
"Oh, quit griping, ya pansy! How would you like to be in Potter's shoes?"
"Potter's life parallels mine in that he, too, is sexually abused and beaten. Isn't it a clever twist that I also suffer, as Potter, does at the hands of my relatives?"
"Shut up, son! Would you rather be groped and sodomized by two fat males as poor Harry is every night, and sometimes right before tea?"
Draco only grins. Lucius' grey eyes widen. "You sick fuck! You're even more twisted than *I* am! At least I am attractive, whereas Vernon and Dudley Dursley are abhorrent."
"Different strokes for different folks," replies Draco smugly.
"Draco, you disgust me," said Lucius as he continues to rape his son.
"Now it is time for me to assume the fetal position and drown in my angsty thoughts," announces Draco, draping himself in a white sheet with a 450 thread count. He moves over to *the corner*. Yes, that special corner in the room reserved specifically for rich little snots who are victims of incest.
"Have fun," says Lucius. "And now, I shall go and be verbally abusive to Narcissa while I flog her with various household items."
"Bye, dad." Draco waves to his father, then slips into a semi-catatonic state. Actually, Draco is imagining a little scenario that involves Vernon Dursley and a pickle.
Suddenly, Snape flies in through the window, wearing a big black cape and a silver thong with a diamond bow on the crotch. He hisses to expose very cheap-looking plastic vampire teeth. Draco just stares. I mean, what would you do? Forget I asked that. Ahem...
"Professor...what are you doing?"
Snape lowers his arms and stares curiously at Draco's thin frame draped in only a 450 thread count sheet.
"This isn't Flitwick's bungalow. Damn and blast! I flew too far south. I apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Malfoy. Merlin's tits! That sounds like Narcissa is being verbally abused by Lucius while being flogged with various household objects!"
"You're good, Professor."
Snape merely bows, quite pleased with himself.
"Well, I really must be off. I have a Death Eater's meeting to attend. There, I shall be viciously sodomized by assorted waxen items in many interesting shapes and sizes. Do tell Lucius to go easy with the Fruit Rollups this time, would you? They leave the most horrid welts on one's buttocks. Ta-ta!"
Out of the window Snape flies into the night sky. Draco waves.
"Goodbye! Goodbye, Professor Snape, and thank you!"
~FIN~
A/N: An odd ending, I know, but what the hell. Next up: Panties and stolen sexual torture devices. An old favorite, to be sure!