Draco snuck out of the Slytherin common room after he was sure that everyone was fast asleep. It didn't take much. A dozen or so Slytherins with full stomachs and a new head full of gossip were certain to doze off for hours on end.

He was dressed as dark as possible, which wasn't too hard; his entire wardrobe consisted of something dark. His normal school robes were black, as well as his cloak, which was draped over him and over his head. He'd also slipped his wand into his pocket.

It was no surprise that he was becoming increasingly edgy and worried as he made his way through the vacant and silent common room and out through the entrance. And even more so as he made his way through the stone corridors in the dungeons, then on his way up to follow a stealthy path into the Entrance Hall.

The thoughts of what was going to happen when he met his father in the forest were none that he was too welcome on having. Though, if he was wrong, and if all his father wanted to do was inform him of things and wonder if he was ready to join the Dark Lord yet, Draco would tell him all that he wanted to hear. Maybe that'd prevent those serious consequences...

Lost in thought on his way down one of the dim hallways, he bumped into something that was clearly solid. He stumbled a step back and glanced quickly up at the object. For a moment he thought that it was a professor, and that he'd get into trouble for sure. Then he'd miss meeting his father, and he'd have to write a letter explaining what had happened...

But it wasn't a professor. It wasn't even a statue, or a wall. It was... nothing. Just an empty hallway extending out in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed as he scanned his eyes across the hallway; his hand automatically went into his pocket to retrieve his wand. His ears seemed more open to the sounds around him.

There was definitely a sound. It sounded like someone was hiding in the shadows, breathing softly, trying to keep quiet so they wouldn't be spotted. However, Draco was getting a bit more nervous. There were no places to hide.

"Who's there?" He whispered finally. His voice shook. He heard a definite hitch in breathing. "Answer me."

Slowly, and after several more moments, someone emerged from the darkness, looking as if they'd evaporated into view out of thin air. It was Potter. Again. Yet, now that Draco thought of it, he hadn't seen the boy since they first arrived at Hogwarts, excluding when they were in their classes. They'd basically been avoiding eachother.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing. His hand restlessly gripped tighter around his wand.

"What are you doing here?" Harry repeated, frowning.

"I'm a prefect, Potter." Draco scowled. "Now what's your excuse?"

"You don't look like you're on prefect duties, Malfoy."

"Since when do you know what our responsibilities are?"

Harry didn't answer. He merely stood there, glaring as if it'd help him win the argument.

"Well, points will be taken for your late night wandering. Now get lost," Draco hissed.

"You're up to somet..." Harry started.

"Oh, just shut it! I'm not up to anything!" Draco objected.

"What else would you be doing?" Harry angrily started again. His fists were clenched.

"Worry about your own life, Potter. No one needs you acting like a hero whenever you suspect that they're up to no good! Now leave before I go and fetch Professor Snape!"

With an expression of extreme annoyance and distrust, Harry stormed his way past, purposely running into Draco's shoulder so that he'd stumble sideways. Draco grimaced. That was the bloody second time he'd done that.

After a brief turn around to see that Potter was making his way down the hall and away from him, he started forward again, and quickened his pace out the doors and toward the forest.

A deep breath was taken before he actually stepped over the border dividing the forest from the school grounds, and he knew right away that now was not the time to change his mind and scurry off back to the castle. He began making his way through the thick branches and pitch black darkness, wondering whether or not he was supposed to know where he was going...

Little did he know that someone had come back to watch him enter the Forbidden Forest. The pair of emerald eyes were narrowed in obvious irritation as they stood near the doors, knowing he'd been right about something.

Well, let him go and get himself into deep trouble... the boy thought, before taking one last glance and then stepping back into the castle.

Draco began panicking when he started losing his way. Not that he'd known where he was heading to begin with. Shaking, he pulled out his wand, holding it out in front of him. "Lumos," he whispered. He began turning around in all the directions, looking for some sign of light as to help lead him to his father.

As he turned around to look back the way he had come, he felt himself being abruptly pushed up against a tree. He coughed, the breath nearly being knocked out of him. His eyes flitted upward to glimpse at his attacker; he wasn't even sure if he had wanted to see what, or who, it was.

"Draco? No one followed you?"

Before his head lowered to stare at the ground, he felt his father's hands leave his shoulders and then saw his quick glances around the area to make sure they were alone.

"No, no one followed me," Draco replied quietly.

"Good, and you've been a good boy and haven't told anyone about this or anything else?"

"Yes."

"So, I have given some thought to what shall be happening. Very soon, that is." Lucius began pacing about in front of Draco, looking a bit fidgety. Draco wondered briefly how he had managed to come into the forest, and where all the other Death Eaters were, but thought it best to not say anything until it was asked or expected of him.

"You're nearing the last year at the school, and are clearly in no condition to pursue your duty as a follower... so you need training. Of course, not at this exact moment, or even while you are still attending the school, so you'll be notified of where to meet me as soon as you get off that train. Your mother will not worry."

Draco opened his mouth to speak. Not go home after the year was over? He'd never get to see anyone he knew ever again! Not unless they were planning to join the dark forces along with him. And what of his mother? She'd eventually get sick enough that she'd end up not being about to take care of herself. Yet...

Draco closed his mouth, allowing his father to say whatever else he had to.

"Understand? There will be no resisting," Lucius added, turning to Draco to stare seriously at him. Draco nodded obediently. His gaze fell onto his father for only a moment before it drifted downward again.

Lucius gave a satisfied smirk. "Very well." He began pacing again.

A minute passed before Draco felt like he needed to ask about whether or not they were through with this meeting. His father had fallen quiet and was standing still, appearing to be thinking about something. "Father, would you like me to leave now?"

He noticed the man look up, a strange glint in his eye. "You may not. You've forgotten something quite important."

"Forgotten something?" Draco asked, feeling a shiver move down his spine. The fear and worry was flooding back; there was something familiar in his father's stare.

"Yes, I don't recall having finished what was started the last time we met." A small smile quirked at the edges of Lucius' lips. "You can't slip your way past a punishment, son."

Draco's breathing stopped. Eyes widened fearfully. It took him a moment or two to back away from his father; he moved around the tree and slowly backward. "I- I thought we've settled that already..." He whispered. "You know I'm really sorry..."

Lucius shook his head, that disturbing smile still on his face. He began taking small steps forward. "If you run, it'll only make it more painful, Draco. You run, and I will use an Unforgivable."

Draco stopped, the usual fear building up into what he knew were going to be shouts or cries. He was frozen to the spot; he didn't know what to do. His father had him trapped.

Though, when Lucius made a quick move to grab at his arm, he jerked away and took a sudden step backwards. Suddenly, he felt himself tumbling to the ground, his back hitting the ground rather hard. He'd tripped. Breathing quickly, he looked up at his father as he tried scrambling away and bringing himself upright again. But his father was too quick; he'd already made his way forward and lowered himself on top of him.

Both of his wrists were snatched by one of Lucius' hands, and were stretched painfully above his head. He let out a small cry, trying to push his body sideways to tilt the other body off of him. He knew it wouldn't work, but he also didn't think it right to not at least try.

"You're resisting," his father commented, his voice low. He suddenly leaned in close, his legs straddling Draco's waist. "The Unforgivable curses apply to this too." Draco felt the tip of a wand press below his chin, which caused him to tilt his head back. "Please..." Draco begged. His eyes were shut tightly. "Don't do this to me. I'll do anything..."

"Let me do this, then. If you don't resist, I won't hurt you," Lucius replied softly.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

Draco let out a deep breath, his body falling limp. He looked up at his father with dark and pleading eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth. He just wanted to leave... if his father could only understand that he'd never do or say anything wrong again...

Lucius gazed intently back at him, pausing in doing anything further after his wand drew away from Draco's chin. He was waiting for something to be said. When nothing was, and when Draco made no other move to speak, and when he thought that the grip on his wrists was loosening, he felt that free hand coming up to trace lightly down his neck. Draco felt his walls falling away; he was going to give up.

His father leaned down close to his ear. "Don't fight me," he whispered. Draco could feel his hot breath against his ear. He felt the other man move suggestively against him. Draco let out a helpless whimper. He was trying to find somewhere else to be.

His eyes returned to shutting tightly again, when he felt lips press forcibly onto his own. When his father wanted to deepen it, he didn't put up a fight as he parted his lips and allowed him access. He fought back the sick feeling growing in his stomach; he knew that his father would make things worse if he found out about it.

The kiss turned to several more down along his jaw, then down the sides of his neck. He winced at each bite that was given, and gave an involuntary shudder when the red marks were soothed once more by the other man's tongue. Time seemed to be moving extraordinarily slow; Draco felt like he'd now rather have been cursed to nothingness.

As the movement of Lucius' hips began grounding up against him, he let out a low, uncontrolled moan. He knew his body was reacting in all the wrong ways to his father's touches, but he couldn't force himself to stop even if he tried and tried even more. His hands tugged lightly at his father's hold. Hands began to skillfully undo the clasp on Draco's cloak, then toward the few buttons on his school robes, and to the shirt underneath. When his bare skin was revealed, the hand slid over leisurely his chest.

Teeth soon followed, biting and tasting slowly down his skin, earning several more helpless whimpers of mixed pleasure and defenselessness. Draco felt a tongue giving particular attention to the small pink rises of skin, and could feel himself growing aroused for the second time this had ever happened; which was another time too many.

"Oh god... p-please..." Draco breathed. A few hot tears ran down his face. His father didn't notice, or was deciding to ignore him completely.

Lips were beginning to move back upward again, placing several more fervent kisses against his lips. "Get up," Lucius whispered, drawing away for just a moment. Draco didn't think he was hearing right, not until he heard his father's voice rise. "Get up!" Draco's eyes snapped open, and the grip on his wrists was tugged above him. Draco shakily and hastily got to his feet, his father still keeping a good hold on him.

"Turn around," Lucius ordered. Draco did. His wrists twisted uncomfortably in his father's grasp. When his back was pressed against the man's chest, he felt his breathing quicken. He was trying not to let each breath sound like a choked sob; he was struggling to keep himself calm and unafraid in his father's standpoint. He knew it wasn't working.

"I'm going to let go of your hands, and you're going to hold them against the back of your neck. If you don't, and try to run, you know what I'll do. I promise you that. Understand?"

Draco nodded weakly, a small sound leaving the back of his throat, one that was brought on by his fear of being here and doing this. That hand let go of his wrists and Draco lifted his arms so that they were propped behind his head. He could sense that his father was enjoying this obedience, and it once more made that sick feeling surge up inside of him.

A hand curved around to his front, working at Draco's belt as his chin rested lazily on his shoulder. He felt the other hand holding onto the side of his waist. Draco fought to stare straight ahead of him, into the darkness. It was then that he noticed his wand was lying on the ground by a tree further away; the Lumos spell was still active, and he realized that he must've dropped it when he'd been pushed into the tree.

Suddenly, he felt cold air hit his very apparent erection, and he closed his eyes in shame. He wasn't enjoying this... he wasn't at all... Draco could feel more of his now silent tears fall onto his bare chest. His father's hand wrapped around him, and he let out another weak moan, his head tilting back against his father.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear another faint sound. He wasn't paying attention to how his father's other hand had moved to undo his own pants. It was only when Lucius whispered in his ear when he finally grasped onto what was coming. He felt a desperate urge to hold back on what his father wanted him to do with the way his hand was moving along him. "It's time, Draco..." He heard his father murmur softly.

By now, Draco was shaking uncontrollably, his knees feeling weak enough to collapse beneath him. He could no longer breath evenly, and his heart was beating at what seemed to be a thousand times per minute. He sucked in a deep breath when he felt his father position himself at his opening. Nothing was done to prepare him. His father pushed into him quickly. Draco let out a loud cry and felt his knees fall out beneath him. The hands behind his neck gripped tightly enough so that he could feel his nails digging into his skin; his father's hand was gripping him tightly around the waist, so that he wouldn't fall onto the ground.

Spots were dancing in Draco's field of vision again. At each thrust, he gave a loud, breathy gasp and a deep, drawing sob soon after. That other hand was still jerking at his throbbing member, which had grew to become as violent as his father pounding into him.

As soon as he felt himself come for his father, without much of a choice, he felt the slow dawning of unconsciousness gaining up on him. Blackness was clouding his vision now, and the last thing he remembered was dropping to the ground. The world faded around him.