Author's Notes: Wow, I've gotten to the second chapter! Don't hurt me if it's bad... I just wrote anything that came to mind. Indeed, it may seem plotless... Because it is. For the moment. I'm still thinking up the next chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related. Well...besides my poster, broom, wand, hat, scarf etc. ... o-O;; Yes, I am crazy... Why do you ask?

"Draco, my darling," Narcissa called, the sweetness in her voice almost mocking, "Fetch me some water, will you?"

"Yes, Mother," came the boy's slightly muffled reply. She wouldn't hear it, of course, since he was lying, face down, on his bed.
The previous day had been a haze, really. He didn't really know whether it had been real or not. It was especially hard to explain the strange feeling he got in his nether regions whenever his father passed by, shooting him That Look again, or 'accidentally' brushing his fingers across his thighs. Draco gave an involuntary shudder at the thoughts of what events had passed between them yesterday. It was enough to get that feeling again, and he was painfully aware of his body's response.

"Draco, are you getting that water?" his mother cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality.
"Yes, Mother," he said through gritted teeth and hurried off to the kitchens, perhaps hoping that his problem would dissolve if he thought of something else. Which he certainly couldn't do. It was as if his father stalked him inside his mind, reminding him he wasn't quite as innocent as before. 'A dirtied flower, almost...' he thought, and frowned upon it. Indeed, it was considered an atrocious act in almost every community. But nobody would know...

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"Narcissa, dear, I'm home," Lucius purred through the closed door. He was in an unusually happy mood, considering he never adressed his wife in such a manner.

"Father?"

Oh, of course... His son was still in the house. Any thoughts of a lovely little evening with his wife disappeared as he stared at the young man before him. His lovely blonde, almost white, hair, those clear, gray eyes. Lucius's lips turned upwards as Draco began to speak in the quietest manner. He couldn't even place the words.
"Draco, speak up," he said in a commanding tone. His son nodded, looking almost frightened, and began to speak again.

"I-I was wondering whether...you could...I-ahhh..."
He was cut short as his father pushed him against the wall and pressed his pale lips against Draco's neck, kissing and licking at any spot that he could reach.

"Lucius?"

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Narcissa stopped dead in her tracks. 'Well,' said a voice in her head, 'You found him, then. He seems busy...'

Not only was her husband snogging someone other than her, but this someone was her only son!

"I'll come back later..." she whispered, wincing as Draco let out a rather... loud moan.

She backed away, pale eyes wide with disbelief and utter horror at the sight before her. Lucius didn't seem to mind her discomfort, though, or simply didn't notice. 'Too busy ravishing my son...'