Chapter 2 : A Simple Word
" Father! Fa..." Draco had muttered innocently enough, right?
A tall figure- in the shadows of the infamous manner eyed his son in an intensity not unlike a sniper in fierce battle. Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy,observed his son, licking his lips as he did so in an unusual way- far from normal than how a parent 'should' watch their children. No, Lucius wasn't watching his son, he was peeping on him- eye's lingering on certain places of interest for him- a slender neck line, a fragile rib cage, those somewhat flushed lips.
Seeing his only son, his heir sprawled rather erotically like a spicy courtesan, or a feminine looking male escort-- upon that too silky, slippery kings sized bed.
Lucius Malfoy was indeed in Malfoy manner, back in his very own castle. In hiding, but there nonetheless. Or at least, until the ministry discovered his invisible dungeon aligning the grand chateau passed down through generations of Malfoy pure-bloods.
The darkened figure of Lucius Malfoy fretfully wary, stood in the shadows of his young son's private corridors, trying to conjecture the meanings of his son's moaning of the word 'father.'
And to think, his rather strange occurrence this night happened so casually, so unplanned.
'Why am I here?' Lucius thought as his body grew warm.
And then he remembered. He came to check on his son, to discuss the previous day- the events that took place at Hogwart's, specifically concerning the now deceased Albus Dumbledore. But then, to Lucius' great surprise he was halted by his very own son, by--
"Father!" Again that word.
"Speak more, my scrumptious dragon." Whispered the lusty lad.
Senior Malfoy with facial features neutral, eyes slightly glazed over with a passion ripe for the juicing, widened extremely each time the name 'father' was said so suggestively. His mind was bewitched.
The teen began to roll about upon his silk sheets and beneath velvet coverings. His body quickly became heavy with desire, with his own tumult, calling 'father', suppressing each call as he progressed with a higher sensation of need, of touch, of...
"Lucius!" Lucius just about screamed. "My beautiful child, call my dragon!" he continued.
But, alas... this night, the first night after a daring flee, lead by Severus Snape- Draco Malfoy would not be awakened- not until...
End of Chapter
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