Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7869481. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy/Other(s) Character: Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy, Hermione_Granger, Lucius Malfoy, Other_-_Character Additional Tags: First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Romance, Established Relationship, Incest Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2005-05-12 Words: 13503 ****** Daddy’s Little Dragon ****** by Deirdra [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary Lucius and Draco spend an evening in bed while reminiscing about their past together. Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: This was originally known as What Shouldn’t Be? but I wrote side stories to go with it. If anyone’s read the original they know that it was pretty much just a Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot about Draco and Lucius in bed together one night remembering all the times they had been together, beginning with the first time Draco remembers Lucius having sex with him when he was 7. The side stories begin before that memory and continue on describing every memory mentioned as well as a few stories explaining the situation with Pansy and other people Draco’s been with while at school. I hope you enjoy the story and please, be kind, this story was meant to be just a little wrong. Daddy's Little Dragon Author's Notes: This is a VERY naughty, dirty fic. If you don't like the idea of dirty talk and incestual sex between father and son, I would advise you NOT to read this. Draco and Lucius share an evening in bed while reminiscing about their past together. WARNINGS: Heavy incest, extreme underage in memories. Draco is 17 in the beginning of the story and talks about times when he was as young as 7. The stories following the original are accounts of every memory mentioned when Lucius and Draco are in bed as well as things even Lucius doesn't know. All of it was consensual. Draco was lying in the bed waiting for his father to walk through the door. He was naked, as usual, and waiting. He never had to wait long, and this time was no different. He didn't bother to look up when the door clicked open then shut, or when he felt a dip in the bed and smelled his father's subtle cologne. He half rolled over when the older man's hand rested on his naked hip and welcomed the lips that descended on his own, moaning softly into the kiss as his lips parted to take in the tongue that would explore his mouth then draw his tongue out to do the same. That is how it had always been. Draco would wait, naked, in his bed for his father. But he wasn't ashamed of it or regretful that it happened. He loved his father and he wouldn't have it any other way. Most would say it was disgusting, wrong. But they were Malfoys; cut of a different cloth than the rest of the world and followed a different set of rules. Should anyone see the two, father and son, together in the throws of passion they would think it beautiful and erotic. But no one took the time to see them for what they were; two people in love. Their blood and relation had nothing to do with it. They maneuvered into their normal position with Lucius half draped over Draco as they kissed, gently rubbing against each other, but the son had different plans for the father tonight. He flipped them over and straddled Lucius, leaning in to whisper in his father's ear as he ground against him slightly, "Sit up against the headboard, Father, I think you'll enjoy what I have planned for this evening's activities." Lucius gulped, but complied; it was very rare that Draco took the initiative when in bed, but he was more than happy to relinquish control to his son. For when Draco took control, it was always good. He moved to sit with his back against the headboard as Draco suggested then watched his son lustfully as the younger man crawled toward him then up his body, stopping only when they were nose to nose. The younger blonde captured the other's lips in a bruising kiss as he moved to position his opening over his father's hard cock. As he broke the kiss, because he wanted to see the look on his father's face, he looked him in the eye and began to lower himself onto the hard cock. At first Lucius tried to stop him, he hadn't prepared the young man, but Draco gasped out as he slid further down, "I prepared myself earlier, it won't hurt." Lucius groaned at the mental image of his son with his fingers up his own arse stretching himself to take his father's cock. The picture was almost too much and he could feel himself nearing climax too soon. He forced himself to push those thoughts out of his head and focus on the look of pleasure which had taken over Draco's face instead. Once fully seated, and after he had begun moving slowly, Draco leaned in to whisper in his father's ear, "Remember our first time? My little hands and mouth? My tight little arse? I would bounce on your lap when I was no older then 7 and you would touch me. You'd stretch me and let me touch you. I'd beg you to 'Put it in me, Daddy,' and you would." Lucius groaned at the images the memory brought to mind and began to thrust up into the willing body above him slowly as the younger blonde continued with his little speech. "Or the first time I actually came, you were inside me. Do you remember, Father? How good it felt to be the one who gave that to me?" Draco lips and teeth found Lucius' neck and began to mark him. They always marked each other. But years earlier those marks had caused Narcissa to find out about their special relationship. The elder Malfoy continued to thrust as Draco rose and fell at the same slow pace. The only sound for a few seconds being their heavy breathing as the next memory came to both their minds. "Mmm, Father," Draco began, "So fucking good inside me. What about the time when we were together in bed and the whore walked in? I was 14 and she was suspicious. You had me on my hands and knees, gripping the headboard. I was screaming my pleasure as I gripped it so hard my knuckles were white. You were behind me, pounding into me harder than ever before. My hips getting pulled back every time you snapped your hips forward. She screamed at us. Do you remember, Father? `How could you do this to our precious baby? He doesn't want this!' But she was wrong. I smirked at her and moaned for you, `Fuck me harder, Father,' and you stroked my hard cock until I came. She watched. And she ran from the room when she saw me kissing you after I came screaming your name." Lucius groaned and tried to thrust up harder, but Draco kept a steady pace. He paused to nip at Lucius' neck, getting a low growl when he hit his father's spot. The younger man loved pleasing his father. He was away from home for so long during the school year, and missed him so terribly while gone, that when he got home his father spent every night in his bed. Now that he was out of school, he could have his father every night and he planned on letting him know that's what he wanted with this little trip down memory lane. He thought of another memorable time and began to tell his father about it as his movements got sharper and faster, "Oh, Gods. The time when I sneaked into your bed not two summers ago. The whore had forgotten, or claimed to have, about the incident she had witnessed the year before but insisted on sleeping in your bed when I was home so she could make sure we didn't fuck," he snorted then took in a sharp breath as he moved harder off and onto his father's cock, "I sneaked in while she was sleeping and, having prepared myself before hand, straddled your hips and slid onto your cock. She woke up to you on your back with me riding you as your hand stroked my cock furiously. I had my head thrown back as I rose and fell on your cock hard. Gods, I remember when I heard her startled gasp. It sent me over the edge. I looked her straight in the eye as I moaned, `Oh Father,' then came as you moaned my name. She never interfered after that." Lucius remembered that well. Narcissa hadn't ever tried to get him to fuck her after that, and she hadn't bothered trying to tell him they were disgusting; he would have had her thrown out on her arse with nothing but the clothes on her back had she said anything. He desired to flip the younger man over, to pound him into the mattress, but he knew Draco had something more planned. "Unh, remember the first time I was inside you? Just last year. I was so nervous, but you were so loving and gentle. It wasn't that I hadn't ever topped before, it was that it had never been with you. You looked me in the eyes and told me how much you wanted me. Wanted me inside you. I spread your legs, knelt between them, prepared you lovingly, and slid in like I had done it all my life. It felt like coming home to be inside you, Father. That night I became whole as I watched you writhe beneath me and cry my name when you came, my hand on your straining cock," he whispered, moaning softly at the memory himself. The older blonde gasped, "Yes, Draco, I had felt empty my whole life until the moment I first slid into you, then when you first slid into me it was like heaven." "Mmm, your cock feels so good inside me, Father. Do you like fucking me?" Draco gasped out as his movements became faster and harder. "My Dragon, no one has ever made me feel the way you do. I wouldn't give up fucking you if I were ordered to by law. They would have to kill me to keep me from sinking into that tight little arse of yours every night," Lucius wasn't one for holding back, especially when it came to fucking his son. He could only tell him exactly how he felt. Draco moaned at his father's words and leaned in to kiss him, their tongues dancing and dueling with each other. Lucius' hand found it's way to Draco's cock as they moved as one, taking pleasure from each other as they always had. Draco had been with others, both male and female, but nothing, no one, could compare to his father. No one came close to being equal to Lucius. "Father, I want to fuck you for the rest of my life. Feel your cock inside me, kiss you, feel your hand on my cock. Bury myself inside you and watch your back arch as I slide in. Oh Gods," it was getting to be too much for him. He knew he would cum soon, and Lucius would follow shortly after. He wanted it to end soon so he could feel the pleasure of release, but also he never wanted it to end because the feeling his father gave him was like soaring. They both moaned and grunted as they drew closer to their release. But Draco had more to say, "Father, tell me you won't ever leave me." Lucius looked his son in the eyes, wondering what brought this on, "Never. I wouldn't, couldn't, ever leave you, my Dragon. You are as much a part of me as I am of you." "Fuck. I love it when you call me that. Stay with me, forever," he said, never breaking eye contact. The older Malfoy blinked. He wanted to stay in this relationship with his son, more than anything, but Draco had to produce an heir, and they couldn't do that together. He wasn't sure they could keep this hidden from Draco's wife, when he got married, or if she would just let it happen right under her nose when she did find out. He told his son as much. Draco stopped moving for a moment, "Father, I don't want a wife, number one, and number two, when I get one, she'll be happy enough to be fucked by me long enough to get her pregnant and have the Malfoy name and money. I really don't think she would care. Not to mention all the girls know I prefer men, so she wouldn't expect me to warm her bed more than enough times to sire an heir." Lucius thrust up when Draco was through speaking and the younger man moaned then took the hint and began moving once more. `He has a point,' Lucius thought, `But who can we get that will understand?' He then realized Draco was speaking as if he had someone in mind, "Who is she?" Draco smirked and slammed down on the cock inside him especially hard, "Pansy, who else? It's not like she doesn't get it from her father, anyhow. She understands my needs, I understand hers, but we're going to take precautions to make sure the child is mine. Now, can we move away from this subject and let me fuck you?" Lucius nodded and moaned louder as Draco moved harder and faster. He loved being inside his son, the only one. As they moved closer to release, Draco leaned in and whispered, "There will never be another that I love like I love you, Father. Never." At hearing his words, the older man gripped Draco's hips hard and began to slam him down harder, grunting his response, "No one will ever be close to taking your place." Draco threw his head back and began to move faster and harder still as one of Lucius' hands snaked back to his abandoned cock and stroked him with purpose, "Come for me, my Dragon." Hearing the affectionate nickname his father had given him sent him over the edge and he came, moaning his release, "Oh fuck, Father!" Lucius gasped at the feeling of Draco's arse clamping down on his cock and thrust up a few more times then came as well, his son's name on his lips. They sat there, limbs intertwined, lips locked, as hands moved up and down backs and whispered words of love and devotion were exchanged. Neither would ever leave the other. Their nightly activities may not have been that of a normal father and son, but they wouldn't give them up for anything. Before The Memories... The Seduction of Draco On a lovely night in Malfoy Manor, little five year old Draco Malfoy was being put to bed by his father; Lucius. As was the ritual every night. Lucius would read him a story, tuck him in, kiss his forehead, and tell him to have sweet dreams right before he would dowse the candles and shut the door almost all the way. Lucius was an excellent father and Draco loved him more than anything; even his mother Narcissa. This evening Lucius was reading young Draco the wizarding version of Hansel and Gretel, which was the real version, and the little boy was ooh-ing and ahh-ing at all the right places, causing his father to chuckle. Draco climbed into his lap during a scary part and clung to his father when the witch captured the poor children, planning to bake them and eat them. As Draco squirmed in his father's lap, Lucius began to get turned on. Now, it wasn't the first time little Draco had managed to get this reaction out of his father, but it was the first time Lucius would act on his feelings. As he continued to read, his hand rubbed little Draco's arm, then his back, then skimmed down his tummy to rest on his little cock which was covered by the little green satin pajama bottoms Draco favored. Lucius' hand slowly and gently rubbed Draco while he read the story to him. Draco's brow furrowed at what his father was doing and the funny feeling it was causing between his legs, "Daddy? What are you doing?" Lucius smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Daddy just wants to make you feel good, Dragon. Do you want Daddy to stop?" His father's hand kept lightly rubbing against him and he let out a soft moan, "No, Daddy, please don't stop." The man smirked as his son laid his head back on his shoulder. He continued to rub him gently through his pajama bottoms while he whispered the words of the story in Draco's ear. When the story was over, he lifted Draco from his lap and placed him in the bed, pulling up the covers to his chin and leaning in to kiss his forehead. "Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well," he whispered. "Love you too, Daddy," Draco said sleepily then sighed happily and burrowed further into the covers then fell asleep with a smile on his face. The nights continued as such for about a year. Until one night, Draco dared to touch his father back. The story Lucius was reading, this time it was Beauty and the Beast, the actual story which had actually happened, almost dropped from his hands and his words faltered. He cleared his throat and continued to read as if nothing happened. Draco bit his lip, wondering if he was doing it wrong. So, he wiggled in Lucius' lap a bit, turning himself so that he could touch him better, then started again. This time Lucius did drop the book and his head fell back as a low moan escaped his lips. Draco smiled and continued to rub him through his pants. The young boy kept looking at his father's face to make sure he was doing it right. After all, he had never touched anyone like this before, though he had tried touching himself a few times since Daddy had started touching him. Lucius looked into his son's eyes as he spoke, "Oh, Dragon. That's so good." "Do you like it, Daddy? Am I doing it right?" The man nodded, "You're doing it perfect, baby. Daddy likes it so much. You're such a good boy." Draco smiled, "I'm glad, Daddy. I want to make you feel good like you always make me feel." Lucius moved his hand to join Draco's then opened his trousers and slid Draco's hand inside. He gripped himself a little harder, showing Draco how he liked it. The boy caught on quickly and began to mimic Lucius' movements, causing him great pleasure. "Gods, just like that, Dragon. Daddy likes it when you touch him there," he whispered almost painfully. The young blonde boy was all too happy to make his Daddy feel good and continued to do what he was doing until Lucius stiffened and let out a soft cry as he came. Draco pulled his cum covered hand out and looked at interestedly. He wasn't too sure what it was but he was in awe that his father could do that. Lucius chuckled and looked at his son, "One day, you'll do that too, baby." His eyes went wide, "Really?" His father laughed again, "Really. Now I think it is time for bed. Climb up." Lucius tucked him in, as he always did, and kissed his forehead, "Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well." "Love you too, Daddy," Draco said sleepily and, as always, sighed happily and burrowed further into the covers then fell asleep with a smile on his face. Father and son continued this routine night after night, though the pretense of reading a bedtime story was eventually forgotten. Lucius wouldn't even bother pretending to read one anymore, he would just pull Draco into his lap and touch him as Draco tentatively touched him back. Eventually, as all things do, the situation changed again. This night Draco was again sitting in his father's lap but by now they had moved up from merely touching each other to writhing against each other and rubbing off on one another. Little Draco was straddling Daddy's lap as he ground his hard little cock into his father's bigger one. It was business as usual. However, something else happened. Draco leaned in and pressed an almost chaste kiss to the corner of Lucius' mouth. At first Lucius was taken aback; Draco had never taken the initiative to kiss him while they were touching each other, and though Lucius would usually kiss his cheeks, his neck or his ears while they did, they had never before kissed on the mouth. Perhaps he could take it further without scaring the young boy. He looked into Draco's eyes as the boy rubbed against him, they were half lidded with desire, then held his face and leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. The blonde boy gasped softly, his mouth opening just enough, and Lucius slipped his tongue inside to explore. Eventually Draco's tongue caught on and rubbed against his father's, pulling a moan from the man. They kissed almost feverishly, a newly wonderful thing they had discovered with each other that could only make their little playtimes more pleasurable. Lucius was lost in the kiss of his son while Draco was completely lost in the new sensations the kiss brought. He always felt so good when Daddy touched him and let him touch him back, but this was so much better. Draco never doubted Daddy loved him, but now nothing could ever make him doubt that fact. Lucius and Draco continued to move against each other, Lucius' hand sliding down Draco's pajama bottoms to touch him there as his son rode him. It was a wonderful feeling and, even though Draco wasn't actually touching him, other than grinding against him so sweetly, he eventually came, whispering , "My Dragon," as he did. Draco was very pleased with himself, shivering from the amount of pleasure his dry climax had given him. Daddy tucked him in as he always did, pulling the covers up to his chin, "Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well." "Love you too, Daddy," Draco answered sleepily as he sighed happily and burrowed further into the covers, falling a sleep with a smile on his face. The First Memory...Draco Gives Daddy What He Wants Lucius Malfoy had been giving his son Draco baths since he was born. Narcissa could never bother with the boy and Lucius was more than happy to bathe him; it gave him a chance, other than bedtime, to spend quality time with his son. Since little Draco was five, he and Lucius had been closer. They began with Lucius touching Draco gently, almost furtively, then moved on to Draco touching him back. Almost a year ago, they had shared their first kiss. Lucius was more than ready to move on to the next level and he was sure Draco was as well. This bath time Lucius was washing Draco, stroking him gently, when his other hand decided to join in on the fun. It ran up Draco's belly, down his arm then up again, over his shoulder and down his back, coming to rest on his pert little buttocks. Daddy had never touched Draco there before without clothes on, he usually just caressed his bum gently as he wiggled in Daddy's lap while Daddy rubbed him. Lucius gave the cheeks each a little squeeze then lathered his hand with soap. Draco watched Daddy while he bit his lip, but the hand stroking him only left for a moment while he was using the soap then returned. The soap was slippery and felt wonderful when Daddy touched him there, but Daddy's other hand was again moving to his bum and, instead of stopping to squeeze again, it slid between his cheeks to circled his entrance. Little Draco was interested by this new feeling and pressed back against the hand, causing Lucius to catch his breath; his son was so adventurous and responsive. He couldn't ask for more in a bed partner. His finger pressed in gently and Draco let out a soft moan, pressing back more. The hand on his little cock continued to move at a steady pace, the feelings overwhelming him; but there was still more to come. Daddy wiggled his finger around a little; earning a gasp from his Dragon and making him chuckle. Draco's hand came up to grip Lucius' bicep as another finger found its way inside him and he pushed back once more. It was a little uncomfortable, nothing having ever been inside him before, but he knew Daddy would never hurt him and only wanted to make him feel good so he went along with it happily. Everything Daddy showed him felt good. The fingers inside young Draco scissored and wiggled, stretching him for more fingers and, eventually, something bigger. Draco didn't really know what was going to happen, but when Daddy's fingers brushed up against something inside him that gave him a feeling like liquid fire shooting through his veins, he was beyond caring as long as it continued to feel this good. He began to move against the fingers, pressing back against them then moving into the hand stroking him, pulling another chuckle from Daddy. Draco looked up into his father's face, hoping he was pleasing him; the look he got told him he was so he continued to move. When Lucius added another finger, Draco winced slightly but moaned in pleasure once more when that spot was brushed against, as if Daddy knew that would make it all better. His little cock was getting harder and although he always felt good when they did these things, this felt better than ever before. It was like the time they first kissed; Draco had never known it could feel better than what they had been doing before then. Throughout the whole thing, Lucius was watching and getting harder as he imagined what it would be like to sink into the tight little hole his fingers were probing. As he added a fourth finger, he felt it necessary seeing as Draco had never done anything like this before and he loathed hurting his little Dragon, he almost lost it and came in his pants at the delicious sounds Draco was making. Eventually Lucius deemed him ready and removed his fingers and his hand, causing Draco to mewl in protest. Daddy smirked, "Don't worry, baby. Daddy will make it better. Let's get you out of that tub and dried off, hmm?" Draco nodded and stood in the tub, his little cock standing straight and straining from the stimulation. Lucius carefully dried him, spending an extra amount of time stroking him and probing him gently. When the boy was completely dry, Lucius picked him up and brought him into the bedroom, sitting on the bed with Draco on his lap, back to chest. "Do you want to do something else, baby? It will feel oh-so-good," he purred into Draco's ear. The little boy nodded then gasped as Lucius' hand made its way back to his cock and stroked him, "Did you like what Daddy did in the bath, Dragon?" "Yes, Daddy. It felt good," Draco said in a tiny, lust-filled voice. "Daddy's glad to hear that, baby. Do you want him to do it again?" Draco nodded, scooting up on Lucius' legs to give him room to get to his bum again. Lucius chuckled and gently brushed a finger over the opening making Draco shiver. He held onto his son with one hand and pushed a finger into the loosened hole once more. Draco moaned and Lucius removed his finger to undo his trousers and pull out his own hard cock. He pulled a small vial of oil from his cloak and coated his cock. He pulled Draco back, his cock nestled in between the boy's cheeks, and began stroking him again, "Does it feel good, Dragon?" Draco wiggled in Daddy's lap, the cock between his cheeks rubbing against his entrance and sending sparks of pleasure through his body, "Uh huh," he said breathily. "Good," Lucius purred into his ear as he gently thrust against his son's backside. The little boy gasped at the feeling, moving a little forward then back, the head of Daddy's cock nudging his entrance, "Oh, Daddy...Feels so good." Lucius groaned and lifted him slightly, positioning his hard cock at his Dragon's entrance, "Do you want Daddy to make you feel even better?" Draco shivered and moaned, trying to push down on the cock, "Put it in me, Daddy." That was enough for the man, gently lowering the boy onto his cock. Draco's head fell back against his shoulder and he wiggled a little, gasping and moaning. Lucius leaned close to his ear and whispered in a husky voice, "Bounce on Daddy's lap, baby. It will feel so much better if you bounce." The little boy began to move, bouncing gently in his Daddy's lap, the cock moving inside him and brushing against that spot again as Daddy stroked him gently. The pace he was moving at was driving Lucius insane, but he didn't dare try to make him move faster or change positions for fear of scaring or hurting his little Dragon. This first time would be special for both of them and he wasn't going to ruin that with his baser desires to pound the boy into the mattress. "That's right, baby, you're making Daddy feel so good," he said as he moaned. Draco's little hole was so tight and Lucius' cock fit inside him so well; it was like they were meant to be this way. He stroked the hard cock of his son, pulling moans and gasps from the tiny body that was bouncing in his lap, driving the cock in and out of him and shivering from all the pleasure the tiny body was experiencing. Although the pace was slow, Lucius soon found himself reaching his climax. He knew Draco was getting close as well so he sped up his strokes a little, careful not to hurt him. As the pleasure built inside him, Draco began to ride Daddy's cock harder and faster, making them both moan louder. Draco whimpered and shuddered as his dry orgasm hit him, the muscles inside his tight hole contracting around Daddy's cock and causing him to grip the slim hips riding him. He pulled the body on and off him a few more times, carefully as to not cause harm, and finally came inside the passage. Lucius buried his face in Draco's neck as he softly cried out his name then held him tightly against his chest as they both controlled their breathing and heart rate. When they were calm, Lucius lifted Draco from his lap, the boy whimpering when the cock slid out of him with a gentle pop, and cleaned him then put him in bed. It was, after all, bedtime and little Draco had to go to sleep. Daddy tucked his little Dragon in, covers to his chin, and kissed his forehead, "Did you like that, baby? Did Daddy make you feel good?" Draco yawned and nodded his head, "Very good, Daddy. I loved it. Can we do it again?" The man chuckled softly and moved the fringe from Draco's forehead, "Of course, Dragon, but not tonight. You need to sleep." He kissed him again, this time on the lips, then whispered, as always, "Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well." The little boy smiled brightly, pulling his Daddy's face down to kiss him once more, though more deeply than they had kissed a moment ago, "I love you too, Daddy." Draco sighed happily, as was his custom after such events, then burrowed further into the covers and fell asleep with a smile on his face. It wouldn't be the last time father and son shared such a moment, or the activities of earlier, but they were both content for the moment. The Second Memory... Love of the Father Of all the nights Lucius had come to Draco's bed, and the few occasions where something different from the usual happened causing it to be more pleasurable and special than the other times, there was one that stuck out in their minds more than any of the previous ones. Of course, there were occasions in the future that would stick out just as much, or more, than this incident, but at least this one was a fond memory. Since Draco was five his father had been touching him intimately. When he was almost six, he began to touch him back. At the age of six Draco and his father shared their first kiss. Shortly after Draco turned seven his father had first penetrated him. He loved when Daddy would come to his bed and make him feel good. He was now twelve and had been touching himself more than he used to, after all he was just hitting puberty and exploring was fun; fun with Daddy was so much better. This night Lucius came to his bed and laid him on his back after getting him naked. The first few months they had ever had sex Lucius would stay mostly clothed, but after that, he would come to put Draco to bed only wearing a dressing robe so he could easily slip out of it. Said robe fell to the floor the second the door closed behind him. Lucius lay at Draco's side, his hands caressing the slight body next to him as he kissed him, their tongues playing a game of tag in their mouths. His hand moved to stroke his son's cock, Draco's back arching off the bed at the first touch and moaning loudly into his father's mouth. No one else had ever touched him, not even at Hogwarts. He had come back from his first year there not too long ago and was more than happy to be back in bed with Daddy. He hadn't even ever kissed anyone else. The hand on his cock moved down, past his balls and circled his entrance. He moaned louder and arching further towards Daddy as his arms came up around Lucius' neck to pull him closer. Lucius decided to try something he and Draco had never done before. The fingers probed and stretched gently then were removed as Lucius moved between Draco's legs. He leaned in to press a kiss to his lips then kissed down his body. When he got to the cock, which had grown over the years and still had more to grow, he licked a stripe up the underside, pulling a startled gasp from his son. Lucius looked up into the eyes of his Dragon and smirked then took him into his mouth completely, sucking and licking him as he continued to stretch his tight entrance. Though Daddy had never done this to him, he knew he would like to do it back. After all, Daddy loved everything he did to him and he enjoyed giving Daddy pleasure. Eventually Lucius pulled the cock from his mouth and slinked back up Draco's body. Before he could do anything else, Draco was sliding down on the bed to lick at his cock. For someone who had never done this before he was very good but then again, the main thing that turned Lucius on were the innocent touches and the need to learn how to please him. He knelt on the bed, gripping the headboard with his legs spread, as Draco slithered between them and settled with his face right below Lucius' cock. Draco took a few minutes to curiously lick and suck before attempting to take the whole thing in his mouth. The boy couldn't fit it all, but he fit enough and decided to think of it as a lollipop. After a bit Lucius pulled away and moved Draco back to the spot he had been in before. "Wasn't I doing a good job, Daddy?" Draco said almost fearfully because nothing scared him more than not pleasing his Daddy. "No, baby, you were perfect. But Daddy wants to be inside you when he cums. Is that ok, Dragon?" Draco nodded shyly, happy that he had been doing it right, and spread his legs for Daddy. Lucius moved between them, slid his fingers back down to Draco's entrance to make sure he was stretched enough, then leaned in to kiss him passionately. He positioned his cock at the tight entrance, then slid in ever so slowly, making sure to not hurt his precious baby. Draco gasped and pushed against him, driving the cock into him further. They had never `fucked', but they always made love. They had yet to do anything rough because Lucius was constantly afraid he would hurt his little Dragon. Both paused in their movement for a few moments to kiss languidly then Draco shifted slightly to let Daddy know he was ready for more. Lucius moved in and out gently, savoring every thrust, every moan and gasp, every time Draco grabbed his biceps and begged him for more. He loved these times with his son. His hand moved to the neglected cock and stroked it firmly as he continued to move. "Unh, Daddy, more...please..." Draco moaned softly. Groaning, Lucius leaned in to trail kisses down his jaw. He licked at the boy's lips then moved on, kissing down his neck, stopping here and there to nibble. Draco had always been a very responsive lover, which was one of the things Lucius loved most about him, other than the fact that no matter how many times he had been inside him the boy still felt as tight as a virgin. The blonde boy moved against his Daddy, writhing and moaning as the cock drove in and out of him repeatedly. Lucius upped the pace a little more, reaching between them to stroke Draco in time with his thrusts. As they both drew nearer to their climaxes, Lucius leaned in to kiss him then whisper in his ear, "I love you, Dragon. Only you." Draco practically screamed when he came, pearly white jets of cum shooting from his cock and onto both his and Daddy's chests and stomachs. Lucius smirked and thrust a few more times then came as well. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss Draco, pulling back with a smile on his face. Draco looked at him a little fearfully, thinking he was being laughed at. When he realized his son was taking his mood the wrong way, he kissed him again then reassured him. "See? I told you that you would do that one day, too," he said in an amused voice. Draco giggled and pulled his Daddy against him then kissed him for a long while before Lucius finally pulled back and out of him. Draco always hated when Daddy pulled out of him because it made him feel empty. But ever since he had been about nine, Daddy had slept in the same bed with him afterwards. He snuggled close and laid his head on Lucius' chest, throwing a leg over one of Daddy's and sighing happily. "Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well," Lucius whispered then kissed the top of his son's head. "Love you too, Daddy," Draco said then yawned and snuggled closer, falling asleep with an overly large smile on his face. The Third Memory... An Unfortunate Incident The night before Draco was to leave for his fourth year at Hogwarts, he decided to try something different. He was always learning new ways to touch himself, especially after he turned twelve, and every once in a while he would slide his fingers inside himself like his Daddy did to prepare him. This evening he decided to explore that a little more. He took a vial of oil from his nightstand and coated his fingers with it after stripping down to nothing and settling himself comfortably on his bed. He pulled his knees up to his chest and spread his legs wide then trailed his hand down his chest, stopping briefly to play with each nipple, before finishing its journey behind his balls.  Draco pushed a finger inside himself and moaned at the feeling. His other   hand moved to stroke his already hardening cock as the finger moved in and out of him. As he stroked more, he added another finger, scissoring them as if he were preparing himself for Daddy. He never heard the door creak open or the gasp that fell from Daddy's lips when he caught sight of him on the bed. Lucius watched as his Dragon added another finger to his tight entrance and began to ride his hand as he stroked his cock. The sight was the most beautiful he had ever seen and it was all he could do to hold himself back from grabbing the boy and throwing him down on the bed then pounding him into the mattress. What undid him was when Draco started riding his hand harder, the hand almost a blur on his cock as he stroked, and moaned for him, not realizing he was, in fact, in the room. "Daddy," he choked out with his eyes closed, imagining it was his father making him feel this way. The man opened his dressing gown, dropped it to the floor, and made his way to the bed, forgetting to close the door all the way. Draco only noticed him when he felt the dip in the bed. His eyes opened immediately, widening until he realized who was there; then he smirked. Daddy had never fucked him hard and he ached for it. He always fucked the other kids at school hard, making love was only for his Daddy, but he wanted to know what it felt like. He was about to find out. "I want you, Daddy. Fuck me," he whispered. Lucius growled and launched himself at his son, kissing him hard as he ripped the hand that was stroking him away from his cock. His other hand moved to grab the boy by the hair, pulling his head back so he could look him in the eye. "Do you want it hard, my Dragon?" He said with his eyes full of lust. "Fuck, yes. Please, Daddy," Draco choked out, the mixture of pleasure and pain turning him on even more. Daddy smirked, "Good, baby. Keep fucking yourself with your fingers until Daddy says to stop." The blonde boy nodded and whimpered as his fingers continued to move in and out of his tight hole. He tried to rub against his father but Lucius was holding him just far enough away so that he couldn't get enough contact to get off. "Do you know what it did to me to walk in and see you doing that? Sweet Dragon, you looked so delicious with your legs spread and your fingers inside your tight hole. Daddy wanted to throw you down and fuck you so hard when he saw that," Lucius said silkily into Draco's ear. He gasped and tried to arch against Lucius again but he was turned and pushed down onto his hands and knees on the bed as Lucius came up behind him and leaned over to whisper in his ear; Draco could just feel Daddy's cock against his ass, "Hold onto the headboard, Dragon, and Daddy will fuck you." His words made Draco moan loudly as he complied, gripping the headboard and spreading his legs apart further while sticking his ass in the air further. Lucius swallowed and took a deep breath as he looked at his Dragon on his hands and knees, legs wide, his perfect, round cheeks spread to show his delightful, tight hole. He grabbed the vial of oil lying in the folds of the sheets and poured a generous amount onto his cock before holding onto Draco's hips and slamming in without any warning. The boy moaned loudly as his father took him forcefully, loving every moment of being fucked raw. Neither of them noticed the door creaking open or the startled gasp, nor did they notice the tall blonde woman walking into the room to stand near the bed. Lucius continued to forcefully pound into the sweet ass in front of him. Narcissa looked at her precious son, being violated by his father. She noticed the arch of his back, heard the desperate plea in his voice, mistaking it for fear and pain then her eyes raked up toward the headboard where her baby's knuckles were white from gripping it so tightly. Her first thought was disgust, her second was outrage. "What the fuck are you doing, Lucius? How could you do this to our precious baby? Can't you see he doesn't want this?" She screeched. Lucius barely faltered, stopping only for a moment until Draco pushed back against him. What Narcissa saw next made her sick with nausea. Draco looked her in the eye, writhing on the bed and pushing back against his father and moaned, "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" Her hand went to her mouth as Lucius smirked at her and pounded into Draco harder as his hand snaked around to stroke Draco's hard cock. His hand flashed on the cock, keeping rhythm with his thrusts, until Draco came, screaming. "DADDY!" Lucius thrust a few more times then emptied himself into his son before pulling him up flush against his chest. Draco turned his head to kiss his Daddy passionately, moaning into the kiss and pushing back and forth on the cock still inside him. Narcissa ran from the room, most likely to go throw up, but the two weren't done yet. Draco kept moving on the cock inside him until his father became hard again and fucked him into the mattress like they both had always wanted. Their screams could be heard throughout the manor, causing Narcissa to throw up most of the night. She finally fell asleep with her head resting against the toilet. Lucius tucked his little Dragon into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin, "Daddy loves you, Dragon. Sleep well." "Love you too, Daddy. I always sleep well when I'm in your arms," he replied then snuggled close and fell asleep with a smile on his face. Draco had finally gotten the fucking he had always wanted. The next day he left for Hogwarts, kissing his Daddy goodbye before they got out of the car at the station. He smiled a secret smile at him as the train began to pull away and blew him a kiss. Lucius sighed, wishing his little Dragon didn't have to leave him, but knowing he would see him soon enough. The Fourth Memory... Woes of the Mother (or, Bitch Got Told) Draco was very excited about going home after his fourth year at Hogwarts. The night before he left on the train his father had finally fucked him liked he always wished he would, and even though is mother had walked in and witnessed it; it was the best thing that had yet to happen to him. He sat on the train next to his `girlfriend' Pansy and sighed, thinking about all the fun he and Daddy would have once he got home. He, of course, knew about Pansy and her own father but he didn't think on it too much because it made him miss his own Daddy. The blonde stepped off the train when it pulled into the station and spotted his father right away. He ran over to him and hugged him tightly; ignoring the disgusted look they were getting from his mother. When Lucius finally pulled back he gave him a tight smile, but Draco could see the love shining in his Daddy's eyes. Something was wrong and he knew his father would tell him all about it once his mother wasn't around. They three of them got into the car and drove back to the Manor. The trip there was silent, Narcissa keeping to herself because she just couldn't think of anything to say to the two of them without getting sick, and Lucius and Draco shooting each other longing glances when they thought she wasn't paying attention. When they finally reached their destination, Lucius pulled Draco off into the study without Narcissa noticing to have a little talk with him. The second the door closed, Draco launched himself into Lucius' arms and began to kiss him. Lucius wrapped his arms around his little Dragon and held him tight, kissing back for a few moments before pulling away and fixing him with a serious look; he was not looking forward to this conversation. "Draco, baby, we have to talk," he said seriously. Immediately he was afraid Daddy didn't want him anymore and his lip began to tremble, "No, Daddy, please..." The tone of Draco's voice made Lucius' heart break and he pulled him close once more, "Oh, Dragon. Your mother is a horrid cow and ever since you left she has been on my back about what she saw. She's decided to sleep in my bed while you're home so she can stop us from being together." Tears poured down his cheeks, "Don't you want me anymore, Daddy?" "Baby, I will never stop wanting you. But she's dead set on keeping us apart; there's nothing I can do about it aside from throwing her out and..." He paused, thinking of how to tell him this, "Draco, what we've been doing is highly frowned upon by society. Not every father and son go to bed together." Draco got even more upset at his words; it wasn't that he didn't already know this, but he was certain his father didn't care about that, "But...are you saying you think it's wrong?" "Heavens, no. I love what we do, Dragon, but if I throw her out she'll tell and then we won't be able to be together anymore." Lucius pulled him close and kissed the top of his head, "I don't want to lose you, Dragon." At his Daddy's words, Draco smiled and buried his face in Daddy's neck, breathing in his scent, "You'll never lose me, Daddy. I love you." Lucius winced slightly and sighed sadly, "Be that as it may, we can't do anything until she thinks we've stopped. I'm sorry, baby." Draco continued to cry but nodded anyhow, letting Lucius know he understood. Lucius kissed him one more time, deeply to let him know he still loved him, and left the room. Once the door was shut, Draco's mind went into overdrive to think of a way to get around his mother. His opinion of her was swiftly dropping and he would like nothing more than to rid their family, and the world, of her horrid presence. Until he could accomplish that, though, he would settle for getting into his father's bed. Later that night, after Daddy and the bitch when to bed, Draco pulled his covers down and slipped out of his pajamas. Lying on his back, he spread his legs wide as he pulled up his knees and began to prepare himself. He knew the only way he could pull this off was to sneak into Daddy's room and take them both by surprise. As his fingers moved in and out, he imagined his Daddy and remembered the time, just a while ago, when he had been doing the same thing and Daddy had walked in. He almost wished he would walk in again, but he knew the plan he had was much better than that. Once he was sufficiently stretched, he slipped into his robe, sliding the vial of oil into his pocket, and sneaked into Daddy's room, careful not to make a noise. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers that were over hid father, slipping in beside him and nuzzling his neck. Lucius moaned softly in his sleep as Draco's oil covered hand coated his cock and stroked it until he was hard. Narcissa never moved. After Lucius was hard and oiled, Draco straddled him and positioned the cock at his entrance then leaned over to kiss his Daddy. The cock nudged at his entrance and he teased himself with it by rubbing against the head and dipping it inside him ever so slowly; this woke Lucius up. "Draco, what are you doing?" He asked quietly as to not wake up his wife. The boy smirked and leaned in to kiss him deeply, "I'm getting ready to fuck myself on your cock, Daddy. Don't you want me to?" He asked in mock innocence. Lucius groaned and tried to hold back, "Baby, we can't. Your mother is sleeping right next to us. She might wake." "So let her. It wouldn't be anything she hasn't seen before," he said with a smirk then slid down onto Lucius' cock. The man moaned loudly, not thinking to cover his mouth or try to hold it in; not that he could have with his son's tight hole surrounding his cock. Draco began to move on him, moaning and kissing him. He sat up straight, moving harder and faster on the cock inside him as they both made an extreme amount of noise; by this time neither one cared about Narcissa waking. She did. Narcissa opened her eyes to see her son with his head thrown back, riding Lucius as if his life depended on it. Her husband's hand moved to stroke Draco's cock hard, making the boy moan even louder. She let out a startled gasp, gaining Draco's attention. He looked her right in the eye as he rode his father faster, bucking into the hand that had begun to move faster on his cock. "Oh, Father!" He cried out as he climaxed, his muscles clenching around Lucius' cock. Draco continued to ride him, bringing him to the edge as well, "Draco!" Narcissa watched as her whole world fell apart; her husband and her son were lovers. Lucius hadn't forced Draco into this; he did it willingly. After all, why would he have sneaked in here to ride Lucius if he didn't want it? That thought made her change her whole attitude about the situation; if they wanted to fuck, she was not going to try to stop them anymore. Silently, she got out of the bed and made her way to her own room, never looking back. Draco smirked down at his father then leaned in to kiss him. "See? She couldn't keep us apart for long, Daddy. I knew I could fix it." Lucius chuckled and pulled him close, shifting so they were side by side, "I knew you could as well, Dragon. I'm glad you did. I don't think she'll be bothering us about this anymore, baby." Draco shook his head and buried his face in his father's neck, "Nope, Daddy." "Time for sleep, now. I love you, Dragon. Sleep well," he said softly as he kissed his beloved sweetly on the lips. "Love you too, Daddy. Can't sleep without you..." He said as he fell asleep with a smile on his face, burrowing closer to his Daddy. From that day, or night, forward, Narcissa never mentioned them sleeping together again, though she knew it happened. She was quite content to pretend it wasn't true. And though she worried about the future of their family, she refused to let herself dwell on it, knowing, or at least hoping, everything would work itself out in the end. The Fifth Memory... My Father, My Lover It had been about two years since Narcissa had caught Lucius and Draco in bed together and about one year since she had come to grips with the fact that she couldn't stop them. It took Draco sneaking into the bed both she and her husband were sleeping in then sliding onto Lucius' cock to ride them both to climax while she slept to come to this conclusion. After that day she left them alone, hoping they realized what they were doing, because she certainly had no clue. Draco was about to leave for his sixth year at Hogwarts, Lucius had been released from Azkaban shortly after he had been caught, and she was desperately trying to make herself scarce. She locked herself in her rooms and refused to come out at night, not even for a nightcap; she made the house elves being the liquor to her. As it was, she was blissfully unaware of just what went on in her husband's rooms, and she loved it that way. Lucius and Draco were lying in bed, as usual, facing each other as they kissed and touched. Draco moaned as his father's hand stroked his cock and he thrust into the touch, begging for more. "Daddy, fuck me," he said breathily. Lucius paused, coming to a decision, "Dragon, Daddy wants you inside him this time." Draco practically shot up out of the bed at his father's words; Daddy always topped, "Me?" The man chuckled, "Yes, you. Who did you think I was referring to?" The young man glared half-heartedly at his Daddy and moved closer, placing soft kisses on his neck, "You want me to top, then?" "I believe that's what I said, yes," he said in an amused tone. "I think I can manage that," Draco said huskily. Now, let it be known that Draco had topped, though not with Lucius. What Draco did while at school was for him to know; Lucius wanted to know nothing of the other people Draco slept with even though he was aware there were others. And even though he knew Draco fucked other people, he was quite confident that he was the only one who had ever been inside his Dragon. That thought alone made it ok that Draco had been with other people. Lucius moved to lay on his back with Draco to his side, half draped over him. He moaned and arched up when the gentle fingers caressed his chest, playing with his nipples until they were hard peaks, then moving down to play with the trail of hair that led to the patch around his cock. Draco definitely knew what he was doing and Lucius wasn't sorry about that one bit. His hand moved lower, gently pushing his father's legs apart so his hand could move between them, then it moved further, touching his father's entrance for the first time ever. Lucius took in a sharp breath as Draco's finger breached him; he hadn't been with anyone in this sense for years. Yes, he had fucked other people when Draco was away at school and yes, he'd been on the bottom before, but ever since he and Draco had become intimate he hadn't let anyone else touch him there; it was all for Draco. The sixteen year old wiggled his finger around, smirking slightly at the gasp he got from his father, then pushed another finger in as well. He scissored them gently, hoping he was doing everything right. Although he had done this plenty of times with other people, this was his first time doing it with Daddy and he was very nervous that he wouldn't be good enough. Lucius moaned as the third finger entered him, pressing back on his son's hand as his back arched. Draco leaned in to kiss him as he stretched his entrance, eventually adding another finger, just to make sure. By this time, Lucius was practically incoherent with need and was begging. "Please, Draco. Fuck me, now. I want you so bad," he gasped out, looking into his son's eyes. The words hit the young man like a ton of bricks. He clumsily got between his father's legs and nervously pushed into him, biting his lip and closing his eyes tight in case he was doing something wrong or hurting Daddy. Lucius reached a hand up and caressed his Dragon's face wondering what was wrong. "Hey, what's wrong, baby?" He asked concernedly. Draco opened his eyes and looked down into the silver pools below him, "I don't want to hurt you, Daddy. And I don't want you to think I'm bad at this; I want it to be good for you." Lucius almost cried at those words, pulling Draco close, "You could never be bad at this and you won't hurt me. As long as it's you, it will be better than good," he whispered in his ear, words from long ago, "Daddy just wants to make you feel good, baby." The young man pushed the rest of the way into his father and waited a few moments for him to adjust. Once he was finally ready, Draco started up a steady pace. His hand stroked Daddy's cock while the other held his hip. Lucius had both legs wrapped around Draco's waist and his head was thrown back in ecstasy; he had forgotten just how good it felt to have someone inside him. Of course, no one had ever felt like Draco did. They moved as one, moaning and gasping, telling each other how good it felt. This was what they had been waiting for all their lives. They were now complete in every way. Lucius had been making love to Draco for years and now Draco was returning the favor. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced; other than the very first time he had slid into Draco, which was like Heaven. As they both began to reach their peaks, Draco's hand and thrusts sped up. He began almost pounding into his father with abandon, but slowed slightly as to continue making love to him. Lucius pulled Draco down to kiss him deeply, bucking his hips to meet every thrust; moving onto the cock inside him then into the hand stroking him. Within a few more minutes, they were both cumming. Lucius went first, crying out Draco's name as his body shook from the intense feeling of his climax. Draco followed soon after, pushing into the tight, constricting hole a few more times before crying out his release and collapsing on top of his father. Daddy's arms came up to wrap around him, holding him close in the afterglow of their climaxes. "Dragon, that was the most wonderful thing in the whole world, thank you," Lucius said in a soft voice laden with tears he refused to let fall. Draco looked up at him and smiled, "Did I do it right, Daddy?" He said with a cheeky smile. Lucius laughed, remembering other times that had been said by his precious Dragon, "Yes, baby, you were perfect." He pulled the boy's face to his and captured his lips in a loving kiss before pulling back to whisper, "There is no one else but you." The blush spread across Draco's cheeks before he even realized it was, "I know. And there's no one else for me but you." The man was thrilled that his son had said as much; he knew his Dragon loved him but he was afraid that with all the other people in the boy's life, he would eventually get tired of being with him and move on. Of course, he should have known better. Draco snuggled close, after pulling out of Lucius, and buried his face into his father's neck to breathe in his scent. Lucius pulled him close and relished the time he had with his son instead of thinking of the possible bad things that could happen. "I love you, Dragon. Sleep well," he said sleepily as he yawned then kissed the upturned face before closing his eyes. "Love you too, Daddy," Draco said before giving him one more kiss and burrowing closer, falling asleep with a huge grin on his face. How Draco knows about his future wife... The Truth About Pansy and Draco Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy had known each other their whole lives. They knew they'd probably have to marry once they were old enough, but neither really thought about it because should they be forced to do just that, they were afraid they wouldn't be able to be with who they really wanted; their fathers. You see, Draco and Pansy had been intimate with their fathers since they were very young, Draco since he was five and Pansy since she was about seven; neither of them wanted to give that up. Every night when they were home over the breaks, summer and Christmas, their fathers visited their beds. Now, neither of them knew they were both in the same predicament, but one day they would find out. While they were at school, their fathers would regrettably have to find other people to sleep with if they wanted sexual release, but so did Pansy and Draco; that's when they formed their first agreement. Nights when either of them needed to get laid, from the age of twelve, they would go to each other's beds and take care of one another's needs. Their fathers were aware that they, at least, were sleeping together even I Mr. Parkinson and Mr. Malfoy weren't aware of others that their lovers and children were sleeping with while at school. Out of sight, out of mind. By their third year, both were dying to tell each other their secrets but were afraid how the other would react. Neither of them was stupid enough to think that what they did with their Daddies was normal. So they just kept on with each other, seeing other people on the side when either of them was too busy with something or someone else to help them out. Then the day came when they told each other. They were sitting in the common room doing their homework and both of them were feeling a bit frisky. They were virtually the only ones in the room, not that anyone would pay attention were they to strip naked and slather each other in caramel sauce only to lick it off. Pansy decided to crawl over to the other end of the couch where Draco was sitting and see if she could get him to fuck her. Her hand slid up his leg and he immediately stopped what he was doing to look at her; he knew what she wanted. Draco pulled Pansy into his lap, kissing down her neck and ripping open her shirt to get to her small breasts. He licked and sucked at her nipples as she writhed in his lap, begging to be fucked. The blonde smirked and yanked her closer, shoving his hand between her legs and pushing her panties aside to get to her warm pussy. She moaned as he slid his fingers into her and began to buck onto his hand as his tongue did wicked things to her nipples. "Gods, Draco....fuck me like Daddy does," she stopped when she realized what she said and tried to pull away from him, sure he would be disgusted. "Pans...You too?" He asked quietly. "What do you mean, me t- Oh....Yes, then, I suppose," she answered softly. "Good," he said as he resumed what he was doing, pulling more moans from her as his fingers moved in and out of her wetness. Pansy was normally one to argue, at the drop of a hat, but she wasn't going to argue about this, whether she understood or not, because Draco hadn't turned her away when he found out her secret and she most definitely was missing having a cock inside her. She writhed in his lap, reaching between them and opening his fly to pull out his cock, which she knew would be hard. Draco moaned as her slim, soft hands closed around his swollen, throbbing cock and pulled it out of his trousers. She moved further into his lap, sitting directly on his cock and sighing at the wonderful feeling of having something inside her again. Draco noticed the look of almost peace on her face and thrust up to get her attention. She opened her eyes and smirked, leaning in to kiss him passionately as she began to ride him for all that she was worth. Draco held onto her hip with one hand and used his other to sneak between them and rub her clit as she rode his cock; they had taught each other a lot about getting each other off. As his fingers moved against her sweet spot, she bucked in his lap moaning loudly. Draco leaned in to bite and suck at her neck, his fingers continuously moving against her clit. Finally, she came with a shuddering cry and, as her pussy clenched around his cock and spasmd, he came as well, spilling his seed inside her with a grunt. Pansy rested her head against his shoulder as they both regained their breath then they slowly pulled apart to straighten themselves out and get back to their homework. A few days later when they were lying in bed after another bout of sex, Pansy finally brought up the other day, "Draco, what did you mean when you said `you too'?" Draco looked down into her face, where it rested against his chest and furrowed his brow, "Oh, you mean about your father?" When she nodded he continued, "Well, my father comes to my bed as well. So you have nothing to worry about, Pans. Your secret is safe with me and I know mine is safe with you." He yawned, "Can we go to bed now, love?" Pansy nodded and snuggled down to get more comfortable; the topic never came up again until they were older. When they were fourteen they went to the Yule Ball together, leaving early to fuck like rabbits in an abandoned classroom on the way back to the dungeon. They were almost caught by Potter and his friends, Mudblood and the Weasel, but thankfully no one opened the door to see them rutting against each other on a desk. At the age of fifteen, Draco's father had been put away in Azkaban. They were not two months from the end of the school year and his father had been caught at the Ministry of Magic in the company of Lord Voldemort. Draco was devastated when he got the news from his mother; she wasn't exactly understanding even though she knew what this meant to Draco. Pansy was the only one who completely understood what he was going through; she didn't know what she would ever do if her father were sent to Azkaban. The night they received the news, Pansy did everything she possibly could to comfort him and reassure him that even if Lucius did not get out, she would always be there for him. They made love, something neither of them had ever done with anyone other than their fathers, and lay in bed talking until the early morning hours. That night the two of them came up with a plan, another agreement of sorts, for them to one day marry. It would at least keep them out of the spotlight and let them live their real lives behind closed doors. They could produce an heir for the Malfoy line, and Pansy wouldn't be branded by society as an old crone for never marrying. They understood that they were not in love with each other, though they did love one another, and the only ones they had room in their hearts for were their fathers. The plan was satisfactory enough for the two of them and they vowed, one day, to explain said plan to their lovers. For now, they would keep it to themselves and hope everything would turn out ok. Lucius was released within a week of Draco being home and that night he warmed his son's bed. Draco didn't let him get any sleep and the next day when Pansy visited to make sure the elder Malfoy was truly in one piece, he hugged her tightly and thanked her for everything. Lucius and Mr. Parkinson noticed this but chose not to speak of it because they were too afraid of their fears being confirmed, though neither of them was stupid enough to think their children would not marry. As time went by, the two became closer, and they did love each other, eventually marry, and sire an heir. But every night, the beds they warmed, were not each other's. Draco slept with Lucius, and Pansy slept with her father; that was the way it was meant to be for them. And that is the truth about Pansy and Draco. What Draco does at school... Draco's Other Lovers Draco Malfoy was a very sexually active teen. He had been intimate with his father since he was five, fucking Pansy since he was twelve, and sleeping with various other people around Hogwarts by the time he was thirteen. Of course, at any given moment you could probably find him in some classroom, some dark corner, some abandoned corridor, getting off with someone. When asked any number of people could tell you of times they have either heard of or witnessed involving Draco and his sexual exploits. Most descriptions are quite colorful and some lack in detail, but all of them are true. Perhaps, if you were to ask, you were hear about the infamous Weasley twins incident, or the time Draco bent Snape over his own desk and buggered him silly. There were rumors, for about two minutes, that involved McGonagall and/or Dumbledore, but he stopped those right quick. Here are a few instances that are true... One time, when walking down the corridor minding his own business, Terry Boot came across Draco with Hermione Granger. Now, you ask me why Draco would ever be seen anywhere near her, let alone in a sexual situation with her, but I would then ask you if you think Draco had an ulterior motive. According to the Ravenclaw Prefect, Draco had the Gryffindor Sixth Year against the wall. She was moaning, pleading with him to give her more, as his hand slid up her skirt and her leg wrapped around his waist. Her head fell back and he bent to lick and nibble it as he fingered her to orgasm. Even though he had no qualms about using her so, he wouldn't dirty himself with fucking her. Now she owed him something. You would then wonder why Hermione had gotten herself into that situation. If you asked her about her own incident, she would deny it vehemently, but she would tell you of a time that she witnessed with her own eyes, if you like. She had walked into her dorm room to see Draco with her roommate, Parvati, and her twin sister Padma. They were wrapped around each other, kissing and sucking, nipping and licking. Draco, somehow, got the two girls to kiss and pleasure each other. To this day Hermione was still wondering how. She watched, from the shadows, as Draco fingered Padma as she went down on Parvati. Padma had been on her hands and knees, her back to the door, so Hermione had gotten a full view of Draco's fingers moving in and out of her friend's sister. After the two had climaxed, he moved between Parvati's legs then had Padma move to straddle her chest so Parvati could then go down on her. Hermione watched for a little while longer then left to take a cold shower. If you confronted Parvati, she would not deny it. She would give you details Hermione missed and refer you to her sister if you were interested. However, that is a story for a different day; we are talking about Draco and his exploits at the moment. Crabbe and Goyle had been minding their own business, as usual, when they walked in on Blaise on his hands and knees on one of the beds in their dorm with Draco taking him from behind. Zabini was moaning loudly as Draco stroked him to completion then thrust a few more times and came as well. Draco pushed him away when he was through and sauntered off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Snape has a story or two as well, but his favorite is the one where he caught Potter sucking Draco off in a little used corridor. The blonde was leaning against the wall with Harry kneeling at his feet. The Gryffindor was sucking Draco's cock as if his life depended on it. However, and Snape would say, that is not the best part! Harry had undone his own fly and taken out his cock to stroke himself while he sucked his enemy off! The Boy-Who-Lived, sucking Draco Malfoy's cock while he stroked himself. In the middle of a corridor! Where anyone could see them! Draco, of course, knew someone was watching and put on a show of moaning loudly and threading his fingers through the messy mop of hair. After he came in Potter's mouth, he pushed him aside and walked away, leaving the boy to stare after him and wonder what the hell had just happened. Little did he realize that he had, in fact, stroked himself to completion while sucking Malfoy off, but his dick was still in his hand as Snape shook with silent laughter in the shadows, doubling over from the humor of it all. Neville saw something as well. He was on his way to Greenhouse 3 to work on some extra credit Herbology, when he heard some noises coming from Greenhouse 2 and decided to go in and investigate. What greeted his eyes when he pushed open the door would stay burned in his brain for the rest of his days. There, before him, nestled in between the potted plants and pretty flowers, was Hannah Abbott, her head thrown back in wild abandon and her skirt up around her waist. Draco was between her legs, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her into the greenhouse table with what looked like all his strength. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, moaning for more, harder, faster, as he continued to pound into her. They came a moment later and Draco put himself away and walked out, leaving the girl lying on the table with her legs spread and cum dripping from her wet pussy. Poor Longbottom left that Greenhouse scarred for life. If you asked Potter what he had seen, he would run away, looking ashamed, but not before he recounted what most think is the reason he was sucking Draco's dick in the first place. While wandering around in his invisibility cloak, he had stumbled upon a room that no one ever used. And, of course, there were noises coming from within. Harry pushed the door open and his jaw dropped at what he saw. Lavender Brown was lying on a dusty desk and Draco Malfoy was on his knees between her legs, servicing her. He licked her until her body was shaking from its orgasm then stood and, with a smirk that could rival his father's, began to fuck her as she lay there. She thrashed about on the wooden surface, keening from the force of the thrusts and bucking her hips to get more contact. Draco grunted with every thrust, biting his bottom lip and moaning from the pleasure of fucking a warm, wet hole. He finally climaxed, bringing her with him, then pulled out and left her there alone to pull herself together. No one knows for sure, but they are all positive that witnessing that scene made Harry want to get fucked by his nemesis. Of course, we're not positive that he succeeded in getting fucked, but we certainly know Draco let him suck his dick while he wanked. Pansy has a few stories to tell as well, but her favorite is the one where Draco is sitting on the couch in the common room, in the same spot he was sitting in when she rode him in third year, with Nott kneeling between his legs. Draco's head was leaning against the back of the couch, his blonde hair splayed across the black leather, as Nott licked up and down his cock. Malfoy's hands stayed at his sides while his dorm mate pleasured him orally. Theodore kept his eyes on Draco, but Draco's were closed the entire time; most likely because he was imagining it was his father's mouth on his cock instead of Nott's. Pansy smiled as she watched from the doorway, knowing exactly what her best friend was thinking at the moment. It was the same thing he always thought when he was experiencing sexual pleasure, same as her. When he came, he made an almost inaudible sigh, his body tensing for a few moments before once again relaxing back into the cushions of the couch. Nott smiled up at him, but he still wasn't looking at the other boy. Theodore frowned and picked himself up off the floor, wondering what he did wrong and never knowing that there could be no one that satisfied Draco except his own father. After he left, Pansy walked over and snuggled into Draco's side on the couch, his arm wrapping around her and pulling her close as he kissed the top of her head. Draco himself would tell you that none of those times meant anything to him. There were many other aside from the ones mentioned, but those were the most memorable that had been witnessed. Every time he had sex with someone or got himself sucked off, it was not them he was thinking of, but his father. Of course, you could wonder why in all of these situations that Draco was the one in charge. The only explanation I could give you was that his Daddy taught him well. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!