CHAPTER TWENTY ONE LOVE, LUST, AND LONG LOST FEARS

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This chapter contains sexual content as well as abuse. You have been warned.

Draco was unaware of falling asleep but he was aware that suddenly Hermione was standing next to him wearing nothing but a towel. Her hair was ratted out to the sides and she was slowly nibbling on the end of her finger. "Hermione? What are you doing here?" She didn't reply she just put her hand up to her pillowy lips and blew him a kiss before disappearing into the moonlight creeping through the window.

Draco opened his eyes and was greeted by his best friend who had gotten up before he had. "You want her too, do you?" he asked his erection. He closed his eyes again, trying to bring her back into the room, but his throbbing genitals were distracting him from his mission. "I know you want attention but she's not gonna give it to you." He hoped that it would be enough to calm him down, but he seemed to be trying to break out of Draco's pants to go and find her. "Easy there, partner, you had your chance." His member rubbed uncomfortably against his jeans and it was becoming quiet painful. He reached down to readjust away from the metal of his zipper and received an electric spark that shot into his stomach at his own touch. He found himself fingering the pull on his zipper as if now they had joined into the begging. He ran a finger down the bulge underneath the rough material of the denim and shivered at the tingling that was building within. His zipper's teeth ripped apart slowly one by one and the pressure eased as his erection was allowed freedom from its denim cage. As he undid the button on his green silk boxer briefs his hips thrust expectantly into his palm, causing him to grasp his entire crotch in his hands.

"Now don't go acting like you've been neglected." He scolded as he freed himself from the waistband of his clothes. His pants slipped around his ankles. The dank basement air caressed his exposed skin and made him sigh with anticipation. He looked around the room for something to use as a lubricant, but couldn't find anything. At that he pulled out his wand and ran it slowly over his groin, allowing the woods to meet each other as he passed it down covering it in warming oil. "I love being a wizard." He whispered to no one in particular as he impressed himself with his own talents. The cold air met the slick oil and he felt if begin to cool slightly bringing a slight arch to his backbone. He thought of the cool air being Hermione's breath as if she was sucking on an ice cube as she lowered her head to his crotch and he was suddenly at full attention.

He ran a finger length wise up the shaft before circling it firmly around the head and into the middle of his crevice. The sensation here was nearly too much, but Draco always enjoyed a little pain with his pleasure. In fact he found he came the hardest when it was countered with a spark of pain. The two opposites brought out the best of the other and he found himself pinching the black snake that circled the inside of his thigh as he continued his round trip down the back of his shaft.

His hands were far too rough and strong from years of Quidditch for him to imagine them as a delicate woman's, but if he closed his eyes he could see Hermione join him at the foot of his bed, intrigued by his self-pleasuring and commanding that he continue. He grasped tightly at the base with his thumb and forefinger and let his ring raise up easily over his oiled staff. He tightened the grip as he pulled roughly back down and a moan escaped his snarled lip. He quickened his pace to match his pulse as he stayed near the base and added another finger to his grip. At the base of his bed Hermione joined him in his panting and began to run her hand over her own genitals, obviously becoming aroused by his performance.

The oil began to warm underneath his touch and enhanced his desire to continue to rub his throbbing dick. He caught his lips between his teeth and bit down, nearly drawing blood, as the intensity grew. Even as sweat began to bead on his worried brow he couldn't stop his rythmic dance across the slippery skin of his scrotum. He slipped farther down on the bed so that he was now laying on his back with his elbow tucked behind his head and he turned to bite into his arm as the new position allowed him to pull harder. He pulled his shirt up so that he could feel the cool air on his perfectly formed stomach. He pushed his arousal toward his stomach so that it nearly touched his muscular abdomen and lightly messaged his perennial area. He closed his eyes and suddenly a thick layer of lubricant formed itself around his first and second finger. He circled slowly over the top of his head with one hand as he slowly began to circle the tight muscles of his anus with the other.

Despite his actions throughout the day, Draco had never even played with the idea that he could be gay but this wasn't the first time that he had been penetrated anally. It didn't take long for him to feel relaxed enough to insert his wand tip, now begining to leak lubricant magically over it's well- oiled sides, slowly into the tight tunnel and his stomach quenched as it tried to push it back out. Pleasure with pain, he thought. As his body realized he was not going to give in to its protests, he was able to insert even farther. The muscles, finally accepting, pulled him in as if eager to help. He moaned loudly as very slowly he inched his way in to locate his prostate. His knees arched up on the bed to give him deeper penetration. He moved his wrist quickly to pulsate the knot of nerve endings. Hermione had disappeared now as he was sure that she wasn't the type of girl that would understand his methods. He rocked his hips gently, plunging one hand deeper as his hips pulled the other hand farther up his penis. His legs shook with exhaustion but he knew he wasn't far off. As his moans began to reach their peak, he climaxed forcefully and was startled by the hot cum that now sprayed onto his stomach. He lay for several moments trying to regain his breath as he lay sprawled on the bed, his eyes slightly crossed. He knew he was covered in all kinds of secretions and yearned for a cool shower. As he sat up slowly to pull his pants back on to go wash up he was startled to see that he was now being watched by another, unwanted, set of eyes.

"You disgust me." Came a drawl much like his own. Draco didn't have to look up to know that he was being glared down upon by a pair of piercing steel grey eyes. Lucius crossed the room and pulled Draco into a submissive kneel, his pants still around his knees, and placed a cold metal cane underneath his chin, roughly forcing his eyes to meet his own. "No son of a pureblood heir should have to pleasure himself to a filthy mud-blood. You might as well have had the Potter boy come down and fuck you. You obviously would enjoy that." He smirked, referencing the lubricant still shinning off of Draco's wand. Draco tried to look away from his father but was hit across the head by the metal snake that topped the cane that held him prisoner.

"It's your fault I know it's there." Draco said coldly, daring to stand to meet his fathers height. He pulled his pants up and glared deeply into his fathers cold stare. "All those years you allowed your comrades to fuck and beat me in the name of your Dark Lord. You took your six year old child into a room of hooded figures and tied him to a stone slab. As they circled your shaking child, each taking their turn to ass rape him, you stood by with a double-edged sword to 'convince' him not to cry. How about when I was eleven and you returned me to that slab." He pulled up his shirt and pointed to the red scar that crossed his chest. "Remember this one, father? How with your own hand you sliced open your child's chest to allow your Lord to place snake venom into my wounds. What if I had died? A real father would have not only protected me but you should have never let it happen. "

"You were never only my son! You were the chosen child to the greatest Sorcerer this world has ever known. Your mother was so proud to be selected to be the birth mother to Voldemort's heir and we knew what it would mean from your conception. He chose me to mix seed with inside your mothers womb and the end product of our potion of powers was supposed to be a god child. It was your duty to allow others to be as close to the Dark Lord as possible. He only tested you to see if you were worthy of being his seed and I was never more proud of you. "

Draco had known since he was a small child that he was not only Lucius' child so it was like hearing a broken record telling him this information. "You were never proud of me! You call raping your own child and beating him so he would know he was never going to be good enough being proud?"

"I was preparing you for your trials. You were the disappointment. You had too much of your mother's traitor family blood to be a true Malfoy. You disgusted me then, as you continue to do now."

"It doesn't matter what you think anymore, father." The final word dripped with disdain. "You're gone. I may have disgusted you, but I bet you never counted on me being a stronger wizard than you. That I would be the one to end your miserable existence."

"You were meant to be a better wizard than anyone and you ruined it. Your only strength was your cowardly treason. You gave up your dreams to rule the world side by side with the greatest man to ever live so you could 'fit in' with your filthy mudblood whores."

"They were YOUR dreams! You wanted to be held in high favor with Voldemort, but you knew that you would never be. He saw you as a failure or he would have let you fuck your own wife alone!" Draco prepared himself for the beating of his life but as he brought down his hands that shielded his face he realized he was once again alone in the room. He began to shake as he closed his eyes and swallowed back the tears that were threatening to emerge.

A/N Ok, I know it doesn't make much sense in our world for Draco to have two fathers, but it worked for my story. I hope you are still enjoying it, there's already a sequel in the makes! Let me know what you're thinking. Reviews are always appriciated.

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Chapter 22 Teaser

The entrance to St. Mungo's appeared in front of him before Harry realized that he'd forgotten to send a letter to Madam Pomfrey saying he'd be here today. "Keep it up, Harry. You're really gonna knock this day out of the park." He wandered into the busy lobby past the desk and didn't return the smile to the receptionist who he clearly overheard her turn a colorful phrase in his direction. He knocked on Madam Pomfrey's door and she was obviously not expecting him, but happy to see him all the same.