Chapter #2
Draco was lounging on his bed, reading the Daily Prophet. Draco loved the summer holidays. He never had to wear any clothes. He much preferred to walk around in his emerald green silk boxers. After reading though, Draco became bored. He tossed the copy of the Daily Prophet to the bedside table and pushed himself off his large bed.
He walked over to his closet and starred for a moment before making his choice of what clothes to wear. He was going to go into Diagon Alley sometime today. Draco chose a pair of expensive charcoal gray slacks and a semi-tight fitting, ribbed, red shirt with short sleeves. He began putting on a pair of black shoes when his father's owl landed beside him, looking very impatient. Draco untied the letter and opened it.
'Draco,
I request a word with you immediately. I will be found in my study.
Lucius'
Draco finished tying his shoes and swiftly left his room to find his father.
'...Probably just wants to discuss the Dark Mark and all that other rubbish...again. How many times do I have to tell him?! I take orders from no one! I do what I want and when I want, dammit!'
Draco reached his father's study and knocked on the door firmly.
" Come in this instant!"
Draco walked in only to see a flash of his father's cane. Draco gasped in surprise and pain. His father's cane had the head of a snake with it showing its fangs at the top. Draco always got hit with the cane...or should he say with the fangs. The fangs were sharp and cut through flesh like a knife cuts through butter.
Draco leaned up against the back of the door with his hands over his face.
" Remove your hands, Draco!" his father spat.
Draco removed his hands from his face. He had a long gash running from just under his right eye down to the top of his mouth. Lucius grabbed Draco by the front of his clothes and threw him towards his desk.
" Look at what I found!" Lucius held up a magazine in front of Draco's face.
Draco looked at it with shock. It was one of his magazines. Draco looked down and closed his eyes, hoping that not all this was happening.
" What is the meaning of this? Why do you have a copy of Wizard Wands?" Lucius screamed at his son.
Draco continued to look down. He couldn't answer his father. If Lucius found out that he was gay... well, he didn't want to think of what would happen.
Yes, the famous 'Slytherin Sex God', Draco Malfoy, was gay. His reputation as 'Hogwarts Sex Fiend' was pure myth. He liked to study instead. Grades could get you places that sex could not. Draco had decided a long time ago that he would become a potions master...sex wasn't needed to make potions.
Lucius smirked, " So it is true!? You're a sodding queer are you!?" He received no answer at first," Answer me damn you!"
Draco looked up defiantly, " Yes, Father! I'm gay! I fancy boys! Are you happy now!?"
Lucius was shaking with anger. How could his son do this? Having a gay son could be fixed...in more than one way...
" Fine! You want to be queer? Well...here is just a little taste of what will happen!" Lucius pushed Draco onto his desk where he landed on his stomach and bound his wrists together above his head. The next thing Draco knew was his father pulling down his trousers. It finally dawned on Draco what was going to happen.
" No! Stop it! Get off of me!" Draco screamed in pure terror. This couldn't be happening...not to the heir of the Malfoy line.
Lucius stopped a moment to look at his son then smirked...and without any warning...or remorse he thrust into Draco.
" Ahhh...stop...get away from me!" Draco pleaded and struggled as much as he could until he realized he had been defeated. Tears streamed down his face as the pain filled his body. He was so ashamed. He felt dirty, alone, unloved. Soon, the pain was unbearable and his mind allowed his body to slip into unconsciousness...
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Draco awoke a few hours later, still lying on his father's desk...naked.
*Maybe everything was a dream* Draco thought to himself...but as soon as he sat up, he realized that what happened was not a dream.
Draco was lounging on his bed, reading the Daily Prophet. Draco loved the summer holidays. He never had to wear any clothes. He much preferred to walk around in his emerald green silk boxers. After reading though, Draco became bored. He tossed the copy of the Daily Prophet to the bedside table and pushed himself off his large bed.
He walked over to his closet and starred for a moment before making his choice of what clothes to wear. He was going to go into Diagon Alley sometime today. Draco chose a pair of expensive charcoal gray slacks and a semi-tight fitting, ribbed, red shirt with short sleeves. He began putting on a pair of black shoes when his father's owl landed beside him, looking very impatient. Draco untied the letter and opened it.
'Draco,
I request a word with you immediately. I will be found in my study.
Lucius'
Draco finished tying his shoes and swiftly left his room to find his father.
'...Probably just wants to discuss the Dark Mark and all that other rubbish...again. How many times do I have to tell him?! I take orders from no one! I do what I want and when I want, dammit!'
Draco reached his father's study and knocked on the door firmly.
" Come in this instant!"
Draco walked in only to see a flash of his father's cane. Draco gasped in surprise and pain. His father's cane had the head of a snake with it showing its fangs at the top. Draco always got hit with the cane...or should he say with the fangs. The fangs were sharp and cut through flesh like a knife cuts through butter.
Draco leaned up against the back of the door with his hands over his face.
" Remove your hands, Draco!" his father spat.
Draco removed his hands from his face. He had a long gash running from just under his right eye down to the top of his mouth. Lucius grabbed Draco by the front of his clothes and threw him towards his desk.
" Look at what I found!" Lucius held up a magazine in front of Draco's face.
Draco looked at it with shock. It was one of his magazines. Draco looked down and closed his eyes, hoping that not all this was happening.
" What is the meaning of this? Why do you have a copy of Wizard Wands?" Lucius screamed at his son.
Draco continued to look down. He couldn't answer his father. If Lucius found out that he was gay... well, he didn't want to think of what would happen.
Yes, the famous 'Slytherin Sex God', Draco Malfoy, was gay. His reputation as 'Hogwarts Sex Fiend' was pure myth. He liked to study instead. Grades could get you places that sex could not. Draco had decided a long time ago that he would become a potions master...sex wasn't needed to make potions.
Lucius smirked, " So it is true!? You're a sodding queer are you!?" He received no answer at first," Answer me damn you!"
Draco looked up defiantly, " Yes, Father! I'm gay! I fancy boys! Are you happy now!?"
Lucius was shaking with anger. How could his son do this? Having a gay son could be fixed...in more than one way...
" Fine! You want to be queer? Well...here is just a little taste of what will happen!" Lucius pushed Draco onto his desk where he landed on his stomach and bound his wrists together above his head. The next thing Draco knew was his father pulling down his trousers. It finally dawned on Draco what was going to happen.
" No! Stop it! Get off of me!" Draco screamed in pure terror. This couldn't be happening...not to the heir of the Malfoy line.
Lucius stopped a moment to look at his son then smirked...and without any warning...or remorse he thrust into Draco.
" Ahhh...stop...get away from me!" Draco pleaded and struggled as much as he could until he realized he had been defeated. Tears streamed down his face as the pain filled his body. He was so ashamed. He felt dirty, alone, unloved. Soon, the pain was unbearable and his mind allowed his body to slip into unconsciousness...
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Draco awoke a few hours later, still lying on his father's desk...naked.
*Maybe everything was a dream* Draco thought to himself...but as soon as he sat up, he realized that what happened was not a dream.