Chapter : Drowning With You
Draco made his way to his room, mind intricate and interlaced with numerous thoughts.
'What am I doing? ' Draco thought, face downcast, slowly tracing his steps back to his empty chamber.
For Draco had not killed Dumbledore as he was expected to. His potions master did, and he was grateful for it.
'What if I had killed him? ' he thought.
If he had, perhaps his life would be similar. Perhaps he could then obey all orders. Perhaps then all tasks set upon him from then on would be that much easier because he had completed the first task.
He hadn't though, and life seemed to just get a bit more complicated, because there was also the issue concerning his father.
All wondrous thoughts returned to him:
He was asleep, and when he woke, someone was besides him, nude as he was. It was:
Lucius-- his father, wrapped with his own limbs; bodies intertwined like serpents mating.
Draco stared in great awe of the larger one who held him so tenderly.
The scent of musk and mint. The warm- cool breath; the long strands of silver, drooping
over them both, like some magical blanket of one of the gods.
"Serve your father, my dragon."
Lucius began to pat his son's buttocks, as he turned his face to his, eyes locking--
predator to prey.
"I will father. What do you wish me to do?"
Draco said, as if a servant. Lucius smiled menacingly and brought his son's chin to his, and then, and then...
Draco returned to reality.
His slender hand turned the door knob that would allow him to enter his room. And as he did so, his eyes caught a glimpse at the stack of books besides his bed. A stack of 13 books he was commanded to learn inless than 24 hours.
Draco began his studies, sighing rather loudly, even though no one was within for the overly dramatic exhale.
By 7:00 pm Draco had read each book his father had brought him. Draco felt like that mudblood book- worm he didn't particularly want to think of.
He yawned and began to feel his insides craving nourishment. Draco was just about to exit his bedchamber when the door opened for him, and there stood Lucius.
Lucius took a long, good look at his son and gestured for him to follow. As the two strode down the dark corridor from Draco's room to the eventual lower story, Lucius led.
"I assume you are famished." Lucius replied, as Draco's stomach grumbled loudly, and as they reached their kitchen in no hurry.
Draco's tongue just about mopped the floor as his eyes caught the many delights before him.
Draco saw, his favorites in teasing portions, minuscule bite size tempting mouth fulls.
"How did Isabella do, my son?" Lucius said, drawing out 'my son',while referring to their elderly cook.
"Oh just..."
"Now Draco, don't drool all over those silk robes of yours." Lucius said, with the slightest, nearly invisible haughty smirk.
"Where shall we begin father?" Draco said, referring to the food in a hopeful, obvious way.
"With wine." Lucius handed Draco a large wine glass, displaying blood colored liquidand Draco accepted with wide eyes.
"This truly looks... remarkable. Thank you father." Draco said, in immense sincerity.
"Well then, let us toast."
Draco arched one eyebrow in curious 16- year old wonder.
"To what father?"
"To beginnings, to delightful experiences, and lastly, most importantly... to us."
Draco was quite new to the world of Alcohol. Or rather quality Alcohol. He had of course tried many things, but mostly cheap knock-offs of the premium brand of Hogsmeade Fire whiskey.
At Malfoy manner, Lucius supplied the best, and to Draco's dislike, monitored his supply intently.
As Lucius sipped his wine, Draco did as well. Lucius swallowed the rest in one large gulp, not for satisfaction, but for curiosity towards what his son would do. And so, Draco copied, and much to his own dislike, choked on the final swallow.
Draco began a coughing fit, Lucius rolled his gray eyes in amusement.
"Oh Draco, I have so much to teach you."
Draco blushed-- his cheeks red as the inside of an overripe watermelon. He wiped his mouth with a nearby napkin, and averted his eyes.
Over the next hour and a half, the two Malfoy's-- father and son, ate in silence-- indulging in rich foods, sinful and extraordinary indeed.
Yet perhaps that was not the worst to come. In fact, something much more unorthodox, disgusting in the eyes of many, insane in logic as an endless lunatic asylum, and in a very short moment, a united bond between two creatures as wicked as Mephistopheles himself.
A large clock ticked loudly. 'Tick, tick, tick.'
Draco's hands were damp with anxiousness. He turned his eyes to the circular frame of the large clock in his parents chamber.
He had changed into his onyx- colored silk pajamas. Lucius was currently disrobing himself -- facing Draco with a look of triumph coming from his large, thin, pale, face. He could see his son's yearning clearly-- the need for contact. And Draco wanted it, but his father?
"Tell me Draco," Lucius said, making his way to sit next to Draco-- in his boxers now.
"Have you had any sexual experiences with anyone before?"
"Draco was lost for words."
'Yes.' Draco thought.
And it was true. Draco had snogged Pansy, or rather allowed her to kiss him. But, had he been further than that? No.
"Draco--" Lucius pressed.
"No, father."
Lucius smiled.
"I didn't think so." Lucius said, angering Draco slightly.
"Oh." Draco replied, bitterly.
"You are so virginal," Lucius pressed, eyes pouring into his son's.
'What am I doing?' Again, the thought of concern.
Draco was fretfully aware of what he was about to do.
It was one thing to think lustful thoughts, but quite another to act upon them. Sometimes, it is safer to live in those shameful day dreams than to act upon them, especially if it was with...
"Father!" Draco yelped, as he allowed his father to remove his onyx pj top, and was currently placing one, slender, yet powerful hand in between his son's thighs, feeling flesh, through cool and now-- damp pj pants.
But Lucius did not stop, he pressed his own desires, imprinting his lust into his son.
"Father!"
Finally Lucius replied it's:"Lucius."
"I..." Draco trembled, temple soaked with sweat, lips parted, eyes rolled backwards, back arched, hands clenched in his father's back, hair cradling his slender oval face, his lower body trembling, inflating.
"Lucius!" Draco shouted. "Lucius! Lucius! Lucius!"
Draco shouted, screaming, howling his father's name, as that hand-- that talented, shameful, brilliant, evil hand explored 'down there.' And finally, and finally...
"Lucius!"
Draco thought he was going blind, as a white light appeared before him.
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see..."
A voice whispered into his ear. The feeling he just received, was otherworldly. No pleasure had ever come close to that.
Draco lay upon his father's bed, and slept, and slept, and slept.
End of chapter... What happens next between farther and son? Hee, hee... wait and seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
A/N: Please reveiw.