Disclaimer: All written for fun, I do not own or wish to make money from Harry Potter&etc. JKR deserves every penny!
Rating: Hah, Mature/NC-348579348957MILLION. Smut… and worse.
Authors Notes: HAHA! Everyone agreed with my 'o.0' comment. Those were fun reviews to read. I agree tbh, I personally find it a little weird. But I wanted to dare to do something different [for me] in this story, anyway, this isn't the content of the story. Its just one part. (:
I'm glad you all liked it! I was so impressed with the reviews I got I've uploaded a chapter straight away! See, I told you. Reviews make me upload quicker! Make me feel all guilty for not having put something new up.
-This chapter was hard to write, mainly because the morning after and setting what happened into a sense of normality was a struggle.. But I think I handled it alright, and have set things up nicely for the future (:
Chapter 2.
On awakening Draco found himself alone and aching, now dried sweat sticking his hair to his head. The instant confusion of how he'd come to awaken in his parent's bed; was quickly over ridden by the velocity of remembrance of what had occurred the night before, flooded into his head.
Thoughts of a lesson in natural settings; wine, fruit a fire, bleeding easily; simultaneously into an episode in the bathroom. Draco took extra care at this point to not let his thoughts venture further into the events...
He studied the memory from every angle. Had it really happened? It was very unlike Lucius, that he'd lower himself to such an affectionate task. The image of his father attentively drying his hair, wiping water from shut eyes; brought shivers to his skin. It was a story, a fairytale, unreal... The sort of behaviour that, Draco had given up a long time ago, would be blessed upon him.
Another part of is head started to demand attention, he purposely tried to drown it out, feasting his full on the caring, familial... Traditional... Behaviour of a parent to his son. He lost the battle, his reverence slipping out and harsh realization taking its place. Now he was the one drowning. Hyperventilation and nausea filled him, causing him to stream tears and tear at the delicate blankets surrounding him.
Even now the well worn words "Control Draco" uttered through his head.
Draco did try to calm himself, but the images, the feelings... The knowing that Lucius seed was still hidden within him... Reverted him deeper and deeper into gripping hysteria.
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Draco awoke, unaware when he'd fallen asleep... Or perhaps passed out. Tired and weaker from his earlier out burst he took it upon himself to try and voice the events.
A feeble voice left his lips, talking to the empty, and sparsely furnished room. "Last night I lost my virginity" There... Not so hard.. Or the whole story, but still, a start; Draco argued to himself. A small fraction of him wondered why he wasn't at all happy that he was now no longer a virgin. But the facts were so ridiculous he just laughed. Out loud, tears now streaming down his cheeks, in almost joyous raptures. It was a frightful sight to behold.
When tired of his next excursion; the small blonde reflected on his earlier feelings, the almost contentment in the thought of his father would dirty himself with caring for his son was now also in a new light. He still could not believe Lucius could do such a thing... Which spawned a harrowing realization that it was easier to believe that Lucius had taken him than to accepted that he washed him. …In hindsight, Draco had always known Lucius position in his life... Control, Hold... On his life, was unhealthy. His father had always been preparing him for this moment of reality...
What Lucius hadn't prepared him for was love, paternal love and care; and that's where Draco knew where his resentment lay. How could he hate his father for completing what Draco was born to do? He hadn't lied about it or betrayed him.. Lucius had taken Draco like he'd always planned on. No, Draco not without want, couldn't hate his father for that.
He hated him for showing him what it could have been like, that was where the betrayal lay, as sickly as it sounded. Draco hated Lucius for treating him correctly for the first time in his life.
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Draco stayed put in the room for two days, convincing himself that it was only when he left that room that it had all really happened.
When he did finally leave, he wandered into the breakfast room an hour late; -in hope to miss his father. And instead walked straight into him, physically. Draco hadn't really been concentrating, and had been so busy trying to think of what he'd say to Lucius at dinner that evening; that he managed to walk straight into the taller blonde.
The boy froze, completely out of his depths and unable to grab hold of a life line. He just stood and slowly gasped for air in nervousness; Lucius didn't let the younger Malfoy struggle for too long.
"Draco, it's an hour later then breakfast ever lasts. If you aren't feeling well then order the breakfast to yourself at bed. And what have I told you about walking about the manor in only your socks?"
Draco's eyes were rooted to the floor, staring at his guilty shoeless feet; his cheeks were burning so red, he could feel the heat vibrating off him. 'How could Lucius be acting so normally?'
"Now I see you are up, I wish to see you a lunch today; and not an hour post"
Lucius then left, leaving his son standing silently by the door.
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The summer break seemed to stretch out before Draco, it took a few days before Lucius led the smaller blonde to bed again.. But after then it did become a lot more regular. Draco learnt to sense which lessons were to end in Lucius' bedroom, and which he'd stalk off before the normal time of the lesson's completion came. Some days Draco would be so sure that Lucius would take him that night he was, almost; ...Almost disappointed when he didn't. Those nights left Draco feeling conflicted and confuse.
Although sex was now expected, it was purely functional. No doting showers, or inclination that Lucius would ever stay past his climax. Draco tried not to resent the elder for declining it... Or himself for wanting it.
The lesson did slowly set in, Draco was too good for anyone else. Lucius would always be the best for him, and everyone would always fall short in comparison. Weeks in Draco finally found a form of pleasure in sex, though he resented it more. Lucius would never stay long enough to allow Draco to climax, Draco would aide himself desperately trying to think of anything other than what had just happened; when he was unsuccessful he cried.
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The best review I get for this chapter will get a one shot written for them [which will be my first ever one shot btw] on a pairing of their choice [PLEASE don't make me write about harry/draco. I can't read those fics…] Hopefully you'll make me write something smutty and slashy. (:
