Since I forgot it last time...
DISCLAIMER: ALL AMAZING CHARACTERS LIKE DRACO MALFOY, HARRY POTTER ETC. BELONG TO THE WONDERFUL GENIUS THAT IS JK ROWLING. I am merely using her characters to make my fanfiction.
WARNINGS: Eventual Sexual Content, Mentions of Mpreg, Language
CHAPTER 2-
Lucius arrived promptly at 10:15 the next morning, right at the end of Potions. Draco walked out of class with an air of cool dignity, not an ounce of the day before's anger visible on his expressionless face. He followed his father to an empty classroom, and looked expectantly at him.
Lucius Malfoy observed his son's face with well-concealed surprise. The last time his marriage with Celeste had been discussed, Draco had ruined their sitting room- he was so angry. Now, however, his expression was calm, placid almost. It was almost as if he didn't mind marrying the pretty French girl anymore.
These moderately pleasant thoughts, however, were all wiped out of his head as he heard his son's words. "I'm not marrying Celeste."
Lucius Malfoy took in his only son's smug expression and frowned. In clipped tones, he asked, "And why do you think you are not marrying Celeste? Celeste's family are purebloods, and held in very high esteem in the society. They are very wealthy too, and she will be a perfect Malfoy wife."
Of course, a person like Lucius Malfoy thought only about his place in the society and how it could be improved. Somewhere along this speech, Draco's smirk had slipped off his face, leaving only an ugly sneer behind. "I won't marry her. I despise everything about her. She's not my type."
Lucius sighed impatiently. "Then who is your type, Draco? Malfoys do not fuss about their duties."
"And I will not be shirking my duties! I know my duties very well. Take over as lord of Malfoy Manor, and produce an heir. I know. But I fancy men."
Malfoy Senior had heard many shocking things in his life. But every shocking bit of information he had ever paled in comparison to what had just come out of his son's mouth. "W-what?"
Draco's smirk had come back full for on seeing his father's reaction. "I just don't find women that attractive. I like hard muscles and huge biceps and abs and-"
Draco was cut off by his father. "Enough! I'd rather not hear anymore."
Draco was enjoying himself wholeheartedly by now. Of course, he wasn't actually gay. Draco Malfoy, a bloody ponce? It was the biggest oxymoron ever! But Draco Malfoy always had a plan. When this whole marriage to Celeste idea was over, and there was no chance of him having to ever marry her, he could always say that it was just a phase and then he would be free to go after any girl he wanted. The media would eat the whole thing up- on of the perks of being a Malfoy. And in the meantime, he could take pleasure in humiliating his father. No, Draco Malfoy was not someone you would want to mess with.
Lucius swallowed. "Are you…with someone now?"
Draco was ready for his question. If he said he wasn't dating anyone, his father would believe that Draco had deluded himself. Or, the more plausible idea, his father would put off his 'gayness' as an illness or a Imperius curse. After a brief visit to St Mungo, he would take Draco back home to his marriage to that girl.
He nodded. "Yes, father. I am seeing someone now. He's brilliant and I am very fond of him. And anyway, boy or girl it doesn't matter much as you'll get an heir, which is what you want, right?" he asked, raising a pale blonde brow and inspecting his nails.
Lucius didn't know what to say. How could he tell his son that the last person who had been gay in their family had been his father's third cousin thrice removed and that though homosexuality wasn't looked down upon in the wizarding world and males could produce children, the Malfoy heir wasn't supposed to be gay. They were the closest there was to a perfect wizarding family, and gayness wasn't a part of that.
Instead of saying all this, he looked at his son, the expressionless Malfoy mask back in place. "Who are you seeing? I'd like to meet him now."
Draco stared at him haughtily. "Why? I find no reason for you to interrogate my boyfriend."
Lucius grimaced at that word, before his features hardened again. "I want proof that you are actually seeing someone. Otherwise, we can always go back to discussing Celeste."
Draco paled slightly at this threat and mentally cursed himself. Of course his father would ask that, want proof. It had completely slipped his mind that his father may want to meet his so-called 'boyfriend'. But Malfoys are proud people and Draco wasn't going to admit to his father that he had made it all up. Nor could be go back to a marriage with that dumb bimbo. Nodding at his father, he led him out of the room. His idea was simple. Find the first guy he could, pretend that he was his boyfriend, and then drop the act as soon as the betrothal was broken. He was a Malfoy. He could get away with it and no student would dare to question him.
The hallways were clear, all students already in their next class. All students save one.
Harry Potter was cursing Snape with every fiber of his being as he hurried to Charms. Malfoy's dumb goon of a friend, Goyle had pushed Harry's cauldron causing the contents to spill all over the floor. While all the other students had hurried out of class, Snape had held Harry back, making him clean the spilled potion with a small rag. Harry knew all too well that Snape could've vanished the potion on the floor with a flick of his wand as he did with Harry's potions so many times, but of course, Snape wasn't going to make this easy for him.
Now, he was rushing to Charms, lost in these bitter thoughts when he felt an arm wrap around his waist and he was pulled to a hard chest. Looking up, ready to hex the person who had grabbed him, he saw a shock of blonde hair and a pair of silver eyes.
Draco cleared his throat as he looked at his father. "Father, this is my boyfriend, Harry Potter."
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