Chapter 4: An Unlikely Order Between Father and son

Draco dressed himself after a quick rinse. He put on his black slacks, and a cotton dress shirt. Lucius, after all expected his family to be well presented no matter what the circumstance- despite lack of formality- a moment like this for example.

In the back regions of Draco's young mind, he held a dream he could not recall entirely. A dream in fragments of his subconscious. Their were kisses, and caresses. Their were licks andwicked longings fulfilled. His mentor-- whoever that was, was oh no talented-- commanding him, and as a proper Boy should, obliging without a second thought to how immoral it may be. But why was it immoral? Who was it? Was it a male or female? Draco hadn't the slightest idea. But then, hadn't he only mere moments before thought his father looked rather handsome?

'No, ravishing! No! Draco, think otherwise. Pansy. Yes, my girlfriend, what a lovely... what afitly rag!' And random thoughts submerged Draco.

30 minutes arrived quick and Draco departed to his father's study in a rush as his bedside clock read 9:28.

The Slytherin tapped lightly to a place somewhere in the middle of the ancient oak door.

"Come in." A voice from within called.

Draco's insides felt light-- as if a million baby snakes were dancing the samba within.

"Shut the door." Lucius said.

Draco obeyed, though he would have, had his father said nothing at all.

Draco observed his father sitting behind his large, costly ivory desk, painted metallic silver, to match his fading eyes. In front of Lucius lay, many papers- parchment- quills- mudblood- ink, and further in view-- his son stood.

"Come closer Draco." Lucius said, as his eyes fired with that dangerous look that the wise would not second guess.

Draco walked to the foot of his fathers' desk and, shimmering silver-gray eyes pouring into his own, resting thoughtfully on Draco's troubles.

"Severus has informed me of the details of the previous night."

Draco gulped, eyes dropping to the lovely indentations of serpents decorated handsomely on his father's desk panels.

"Oh." Draco whispered.

"It seems, you were not the one to kill Dumbledore. Why Draco?"

"Well... I..." Draco's eyes searched the study and then focused on his father.

"Well I.."

"Yes!" Lucius said, features returning to a death-eater's usual facial expression of 'speak, or you're dead'. Lucius was growing impatient.

"I wasn't ready." Draco muttered weakly, surprising himself as he spoke so softly.

As his words echoed throughout his father's study, Lucius stood and walked to his son. To stand before him, to tower over his son with his great height.

"Not ready?" Lucius said, mimicking those weak words, and taking his slender hand and caressing his son's small face.

"No..." Draco said, eyes closing and reopening like a newborn kitten, seeing light for the first time. When, all at once, without warning Draco knew--- the dream- the heavenly mentor was...

Lips found Draco's mouth too easily.

Lucius stepped away from his son, and he knew instantly that he must be the sole contributor to the corruption of his son. Those extraordinary moans of father were called to him. It was no coincidence, oh no.

Draco opened his eyes as soon as those larger lips ended his own exploration.

"I'm afraid I have much to teach you my son, much to tell you. And, as it turns out, you have much to prove to me."

'Did he just... did we just...'

It appeared to Draco's confusion that his father was behind his desk, as he had been when he first entered, but only seconds ago he was before him, kissing him! Kissing him like he kissed his mother! Kissing him as if they were...lovers...

"You're death-eater training begins quite soon. Severus and I will prepare you for your formal meeting with the dark lord. Of course he is not entirely pleased with me as well. Within in a few months you should be ready to handle tasks of great importance without a second thought, without a beginning hesitation."

Draco nodded.

"You see my son, you have disappointed me greatly. I'm not sure I trust you just yet. You did not complete the first task set upon you. Which means your loyalty towards me has failed, it is non-existent, and I truly wonder why. As it is, I have given you every possesession you could ever need. Every opportunity to succeed, and to this day you continue to fail.

Tonight my son, another task you shall take. While you prove your loyalty to me, Severus and I shall find a way for you to express your devotion to our lord. For now, make your self useful by learning the material of those books collecting dust next to your bed."

"Yes, father."

Draco approached his father's door, when more words beckoned him to stop.

" And Draco, while your mother is away, you will bed with me."

End of chapter

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