BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
AUTHOR'S NOTES: To all those who enjoy reading my story and have been waiting for me to update, I just want to apologize again for such a long delay. Being in Year 12 has really been taking it's toll on me, but I can assure you that I have no intentions of dropping this story and no matter how long it takes me, it will be completed eventually. Be prepared for a break in August though, which is when my HSC Trials are. But on a more cheerful note, after this term, I will only have one last assignment, and starting from tomorrow (Wednesday, June 23rd), I only have 11 weeks and 3 days of school left!!!
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Late-night meeting
"This is going to be a very different year when I go back tomorrow." Draco murmured as he sat in the gap between Lucius' legs on the expensive, high-backed armchair in Lucius' study. Lucius laughed lightly, emotionlessly.
"Why do you think that now, Draco?" His slim fingers raked gently through his son's thick mane of white-blonde hair, which seemed to be in need of a cut. Draco shrugged.
"Well for one, for the first time in my life, I'm not looking forward to returning to Hogwarts." He leaned back against his father's chest, gently closing his silver eyes. "It's too soon, really. I have so much on my mind right now, and when I return to Hogwarts, I'll have so little time to think about it."
"Well, exactly what happens to be on your mind, Draco?" Draco shrugged again.
"You and I mostly. Our relationship has changed so dramatically in just the course of a few months that sometimes I wonder if this has all been a very unusual dream, and…well, do you mind if I am blunt with you, Father?"
"I see no harm in it." Lucius answered, linking his arms loosely around Draco. There was a minute of silence in which Draco chose his words.
"I've been wondering where you and I stand now. You've already told me you don't want to run anymore, but I admit, I've been feeling rather confused about the whole situation between us." He felt Lucius shrug behind him.
"Well I can't say I'm surprised, Draco. I admit I have been feeling a little confused myself because this has all been happening so fast, but I think I have an idea of where we stand now. Whether or not you agree with me is your decision." Lucius paused to gather his thoughts. "I still acknowledge the fact that you are – and always shall be – my son, but now, I have begun to see you as more. I suppose you would say I see you as a lover, but I dislike that word as it is so commonly used, and it sounds rather cheap. I love you, Draco; but obviously it's not the same kind of love you would find between a father and his son, yet it's not the same kind of love you would find between 'lovers', because we have that extra bond that lovers do not normally have between them. I love you in my own strange, distorted way that only I am capable of doing."
"Strange, isn't it?" Draco murmured after a moment, opening his eyes.
"What's strange?" Draco laughed lowly, lightly.
"Everything. The fact that we are the way we are now, all the stuff that's happened since Blaise, and that what's happening between us feels so right to me, when society would damn us to hell if they found out about it." Lucius paused for a moment in silence, pulling Draco a little closer to his chest.
"As far as I can see, Draco, what happens between us is only wrong if people find out about it." He bowed his head to plant a soft kiss on the back of the youth's neck. Draco murmured an agreement before twisting around on the chair to straddle his father's lap and lightly nip the very tip of his perfect nose. Lucius rolled his eyes at the action, but Draco could see the humorous glint in them as the elder man's arms wrapped around his narrow hips and crush them together closely in an intimate embrace. A light, almost inaudible moan escaped Draco's throat when he felt Lucius warm, soft mouth alternately kissing and nipping around his collarbone and working it's way up his neck, one of Draco's most erogenous places.
"Merlin…" Draco gasped. Lucius just chuckled, more to himself than at Draco.
"So you're sensitive there too? Must be a Malfoy trait." Draco couldn't help but laugh.
"Maybe so." He dipped his head down to peck his father lightly on the lips. Lucius reached up to return the kiss, only it was longer and deeper this time. Each of them found themselves tangling their hands in thick, white-blonde hair in an almost compulsive manner, loving the feeling of silken strands running between their fingers. The kiss was only broken for need of air.
"What do we do when I go back to Hogwarts?" Draco asked, breaking the relaxed silence between us. Lucius shrugged.
"Well obviously, Draco, we keep in contact through owling, like we always have." Draco shook his head.
"No, no, no. That's not what I meant. I know I'm going to be owling you and all, but what if I want to be with you, what if I want to do…this?" He captured Lucius' mouth in another deep kiss, which Lucius responded to briefly before breaking off to answer.
"Well I'm afraid that you shall have to wait until the next holiday break, or at least until you are able to visit Hogsmeade and I am able to meet you there." Draco frowned, a fine line cutting between his pale eyebrows.
"But that means not being able to see you for weeks at the very least." He complained, allowing a slightly whiny tone to creep into his voice. Lucius rolled his eyes.
"It's called 'self-control', Draco, and I think it would do you good to learn it." He replied with a very straight face. Draco pouted, causing Lucius to frown. He hated pouting.
"But I'm sixteen, nearly seventeen. I can't help the fact that because I'm male, I'm at my sexual peak and my hormones wreak havoc with my body and my mind, therefore causing me to be very fond of sexual contact!" Like Lucius, Draco managed to say this with a straight face, which was probably what had made Lucius laugh so much at his son's little outburst.
"Oh honestly, Draco. It's only going to be a few weeks until we can see each other again, I'm sure you can learn a little self-control in that time and find other alternatives in which you can vent your pent-up sexual frustration." Draco laughed at this. "And besides" Lucius added "There is more to a relationship than just the physical aspects, and I'm sure you have learnt that over the years."
"True." Draco agreed. "But still, not having you near me whenever I want is definitely going to suck." There was another long, comfortable pause before Lucius gave him a nudge.
"Come along now, Draco. It's very late and you have to be up early tomorrow for the train." Draco sighed a touch reluctantly.
"Alright. See you in the morning, Father."
For once, Draco found that saying good-bye to his father to return to Hogwarts was actually rather difficult. The good-bye was short and to the point, as neither one of them particularly enjoyed making public scenes. After all, they may have formed a special bond of sorts, but that didn't change the fact that they were still Malfoys. Lucius, for once, stayed around until Draco boarded the train, a new action for him, as prior to this Christmas break, Lucius normally left the moment Draco found someone to socialize with.
But things have really changed now Draco thought, allowing a small smile to grow on his face as he strode silently through the train carriage, looking for an empty carriage. He had no idea just how many changes would be in store for the remainder of this schooling year, or for his seventh and final year.