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: I never get reviews for this story, all my other updates = loads. This one: two or three across over a month! More Lucius-cringe-Draco sex, but it had to be done. And NOW the next part is gonna come, a part where I actually get to involve Harry YAYYYY .. Oh and the reviews I DID get are answer at the bottom (:

Chapter 7.

The day at diagonally left a bitter taste in Draco's mouth; especially the part when Lucius lectured him on 'how to act in such situations'. He knew how to act; he just didn't know how to treat perfect fucking Potter.

The days passed quietly after that, lessons stretching across most of the days. Lucius convinced that Hogwarts wouldn't prepare his son the same way he could.

It was the last evening of the summer. Draco would leave early the next morning. They'd been sitting in the study for hours now. Lucius reading; Draco lying on his stomach in front of the fire.

The young heir though back to the incident in the bookshop. He refused to the emotions he felt, mainly because he shouldn't have felt any at all...But also because he knew he'd feel nauseous if he did address any of said feelings.

All the same Draco felt like he should intervene. Intervene with what? Spoke a voice in his head; but he ignored it.

"I'm eager to return to potions and remain the top of my class father"

"I'm pleased" Pause, Lucius always paused, "Severus will be an asset"

Now Draco was stuck, ask Lucius what he meant or persist in desisting...

"Potter and his friends did dreadfully, even the mud blood didn't make grade"

Another pause. "Yes, it was always obvious that Potter would lack that precision"

There, a flaw. Lucius knew it, he knew it. Draco was better than Harry Potter at something!

Was that enough?

..No.

"Not just potions, charms as well, and even with his head of house teaching him transfiguration he's failing!"

Draco knew he'd begun to rable, but he couldn't help it..

Lucius cocked an eyebrow in response. Shut his book and turned his body towards Draco.

"Draco.. Is that jealousy i detect? I know it shouldn't be, it'd be rather uncouth if it was.."

The smaller blonde raised himself slightly on his elbows. Hesitating.

"No father... I just think its important to account for flaws in those that others regard highly"

He sounded spiteful; and almost relished in the fact he did. Lucius almost looked alarmed, this was a first. Draco trying to slant him... Potter must be a raw nerve..

"So what would someone see in yourself opposed to Potter then Draco?"

Draco knew what Lucius was doing, and he was very unkeen on the thought. Having to sell himself over Potter? The blonde sat chewing his words. This wasn't right.. He wouldn't try to convince Lucius to......

"Nothing to say? Gosh.. Perhaps I should go and enquire after Potter himself.."

'What?!' Draco thought clenching his jaw. Did Lucius just say that.. With.. HIM... NO. Not his father. The rest of the bloody wizarding world can pine after the little shit; but not Lucius.

"I'm a pure blood. Which is the most important attribute in anyone.."

"Of course, you do have that going for you.."

"I'm advanced in my studies.. I'm.. Articulate.. Most of the time.."

Lucius smirked, rising from his chair to put his book away. "I suppose they both add to your benefits; but is that really enough Draco.. Would that really... Get. You anywhere?"

Draco felt sick, he felt nauseated... He knew he'd been going a little crazy, but this dizziness. Obsession with reality that he knew he wasn't really part of... Was taking its toll.. But of course, he complied anyway.

"I'm fair.. Very fair blonde hair.. With silver blue eyes.."

Lucius didn't answer but instead began pacing around Draco.

"I'm strong.. Toned.. Without looking odd. I'm quite short, but only for a man."

"Boy" Lucius corrected.

"Boy" Draco continued. Trying to keep his eyes on Lucius who was circling him. The elder Malfoy reached for the clasp of his robe. Draco now moved his eyes to the floor, he'd seen this part enough times already. Except this time he was practically ask for it.. Begging for it..

"I'm well dressed" He hated himself. "I'm pale.. My skin flawless.. Unmarked" SHIT, wrong thing to say.

Lucius was standing behind him, Draco could picture it. Probably naked, definitely void of any emotion bar a twisted sneer.. The boy felt sick.

"For now..." Lucius remarked. Turning the smaller boy over. Draco closed his eyes as he felt his shirt melt off him. He felt his own body go limp, as if it was complying to the inedible before his even got there... It did, his head caught up real fast when the cold rush filled him, lubrication; Lucius never entered unprepared. HAH, Draco almost laughed as his fathers words filled his head. "Stay in control Draco, never enter a situation unprepared" Draco had to comply, his father never asked more of his son than he asked of himself...

Lucius entering ruptured his meandering thoughts by entering him smoothly, it was harder to stay attached at this part. Lucius' hands clutching at his hips, twisting the little flesh covered his small bones.. Lips and teeth dancing on his chest when Lucius felt like it... And of course Lucius erection driving into him, playing with his body until it felt like playing along too.

Draco hated it more when he could enjoy it, so much harder to drift away when the edge to wriggle and thrust to come to completion nagged at his mind. Lucius was clutching him harder than usual today, the pain stopping him from wanting anything more... The Lucius spoke.

"Now Draco..." The little blonde froze, his body going from distant and limp to shocked and rigid in under a second. Lucius just groaned against and thrust with an avid pace.

"Hogwarts will try you. Push your alleges.. Try to deconstruct your learning.. So many unworthy beings with awful habits to... Rub. Off. On. You"

Surreal couldn't summarize how Draco felt. Lucius close to never spoke during... These moments.. And he never spoke when he was so close, leaving his words strained and between pants.. It was.. It was.. Uncouth! Fucking uncouth!

"But you're a Malfoy Draco... And you should. Never. Forget that."

Draco opened his eyes a little and saw his father move to the ward lain casually beside them. He murmured a spell and placed it to Draco's hip.. Draco began shaking a little. This was unusual.. The whole thing was unusual.. Its not how they did it. Its not what Lucius had told him what will happen..

"This mark should always come first Draco" And before there was any time for Draco to even dream asking what his father meant. Deep cutting heat slashed into his hip. Draco screamed, writhing, trying to make it stop... But Lucius just held him down and ploughed into the constricting boy beneath him.

Draco's tensing was too much and Lucius came, driving his seed into the blonde, clutching at the burning flesh in need to create more friction.

When finished, he stared at his son in slight disgust.. Draco was crying. Shivering. Behaving appallingly, Lucius just left to clean himself; Draco knew by now how to deal with himself after such matters.


neverenuff: I like to include canon scenes, and ever the dialogue now and again! I think it adds to the thickness of the characters, allowing us to see what we knew so well through another character's eyes. Though, I'm not planning to just rewrite the whole series. ^^.

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Fairyoftheunderworld: more has come, and so shall many more chapters!