Slithering Companions: A delightful story of incest:
This is your warning.
Pairings: LM/DM
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter- characters, quotations, etc.
Ahem...
Chapter 1: The Day After Dumbledore's Death
He was 16 years old and currently, he was asleep, dreaming.
Draco Malfoy lay frail- white as marble upon an emerald bed. A gorgeous boy, alike a sculpture by an Italian master.Unbroken skin, pale as a ghost-child , delicate and vicious. Angels and demons in one peculiar, small frame.
The boy's eyes were currently closed in deep sleep, eyes flickering slightly, mouth delicate and revealed.
Two satiny smooth hands rested comfortably below his pale head, body twisted to the side, like a boisterous caterpillar dancing.
A fragrance of honey-suckle and wild jasmine crept in through a side window left ajar, adjacent to the young boy's bed. A table, illuminated by the creeping moonlight held a stack of newly bought potion and defense against the dark arts books- bought only hours ago by none other than the sleeping boy's father. Somewhere, within Knockturn alley a shop keeper was generously paid.
Of course, the books were far advanced for the aspiring Slytherin, but pleasing a parent pushes some to extraordinary limits. And, Draco loved his father more than he knew.
A cool mist was leaving its mark upon his furniture, centuries old- from the Malfoy families private collection- 17th century at least. A damp drizzle left its trace on his goose-feather blankets- a chill mist from the early morning air.
"Father... fa..." a few mummers savagely muttered by the sixteen year old.
An innocent word in most cases, but something about the way the word lingered from the Slytherin's rapturous lips- perhaps enticing purposefully, only his onlooker could truly believe. Someway, the word lingered hauntingly on his carnation-pink lips. What he dreampt- only he new.
And so, two alluring, possessive, silver eyes watched him, as a predator. A predator just asexquisiteas his son.
For now, I bid you adieu. Until next time.
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