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****** Fallen and Forgotten ******
by Angel_writer1 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now, with his
     lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
     abuse of Lucius Malfoy.
     This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by
     JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
     Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner
     Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
     infringement is intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst!
     And a scene with crossdressing
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter 1
'You are a dirty old man,' Lucius thought as he walked the halls of his lavish
manor. He smirked at himself, enjoying how dirty he really was. It was almost
comical.
Though in his younger days at Hogwarts, he had been quite a ladies' man, he had
long since fallen out of love with his strong willed wife. Their wedding night
had been bliss; her tears flowed endlessly from her eyes, creating silvery
tracks almost like some type of tattoo. Tears, Lucius had learned from his
father, were a sign of loyality and respect. Make someone cry harder than they
ever had before, and they will remember you and fear you. Unfortunately, now
Lucius knew Narcissa was a hopeless romantic and had cried because of 'the
beauty of the moment'.
'Women.'
After the birth of their son, Draco, they learned that Narcissa could not have
any more children. To be perfectly honest, Luicus did not give a rat's ass
about it. Narcissa had produced on the first time a lovely, healthy, male heir
for him. That was her job. To Narcissa, who seemed to be hell bent to be the
next Molly Weasly it was like saying you were going to break her wand. For six
years, Lucius had to listen to her disgusting sobs as she took of children like
they were gold or diamonds.
'Pathetic.'
He finally agreed to that they could adopt, on the condition Lucius was not
pulled into any of the decision making of who the runt would be. Must wizarding
orphanages were housing shelters for mudblood brats whose mothers were whores
to abusive muggle men.
'Serves them right!'
But now Narcissa would be gone for a few days and Lucius and Draco were alone.
Together. In a the large house of the manor that held some many secrets and
traditions of sin that Lucius knew that his son would already be going to hell
just for being born. But Lucius, like his father and his father's father and so
on had to make sure. Heaven was no place for Malfoys. That is why they
monopolize on temporal pleasures and sins. Even the bastard child that Narcissa
was going to bring home wither her will have to learn this somehow.
Lucius stopped at his son's door, listening to see if the boy was awake or not.
He wasn't . Lucius slipped in and creped toward the four poster bed that was
draped in emerald and silver. The boy was so small in the large he looked like
a doll, something to break, which he was.
Pain stakenly slow, Lucius pulled down the cover from his sleeping form,
revealing the blue pajamas the boy liked so much. Draco's eyes stirred open.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" he asked sleepily, with all the trust in the world
and yet to be bound to his father forever.
"Seeing if you are a good boy," replied Lucius, trying not to pant as looked
over the boy once again. When his son gets older, women and men would throw
themselves at his feet.
And his son would hate them for it....
***** Chapter 2 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 2
Harry still had no idea what set Uncle Vernon off (it had to be something
really awful). All he knew was that his uncle was going to sell him. His uncle
was a greedy man and 'orphanages don't give you a finder's fee'.
Harry was both scared and happy to be leaving Privet Drive. He was going to be
away from Aunt Petunia's hard back breaking chores; Dudley's gang would not go
Harry hunting, and most of all, away from Uncle Vernon’s belt. But what if his
new family was worse than the Dursleys? Harry couldn't imagine anything worse
than the Dursley's but their must be, right?
Today in question, four maybe future parents were coming to endure Uncle
Vernon’s horrid interview. He wanted to know that Harry was going to be paid
for in full and up front, and the couple knew that if Harry displeased in
anyway, a returnee’s fee was required. To say that most couples were insulted
by this is an understatement. Even Harry, a small six years old knew that.
Currently the six year old in question was in the Dudely's second bedroom,
playing quietly with a small horse figurine. It was the only thing that seemed
to escape his cousin's wrath. It was Harry's favorite and only toy. He did it
in his pockets when his Uncle was on the rampage looking for something to
break. Would he be allowed to take the small horse with him to his new home?
Thunderous foot steps were the only announcement of his uncle's arrival.
Vernon’s beady eyes stared down at him as he spoke in a curt voice, "A woman
here wishing to see you. She is very wealthy and you will not chase her away
with bad manners, do you understand boy?"
Harry nodded, stuffing the horse back into his pocket and walking past his
uncle, eyeing his belt to see if would be yanked from its current position on
Vernon’s hips to Harry's bottom.
Downstairs in the kitchen, the woman sat neatly in one of the chairs around the
dinner table. Blond hair done up in a neat bun, not a single strand out of
place, blue eyes smiling at him as though he was some type of precious gift.
She looked like an angel to Harry.
"Hello Harry, I'm Narcissa Malfoy," the lovely woman spoke it was like a whole
flute song; lovely and sweet.
"Hello Miss Malfoy," Harry replied awkwardly.
The woman laughed, not harshly like Aunt Petunia did, but with warmth and love.
"Oh no, I am not a 'Miss' Harry. I am a 'Mrs.'. My husband is busy at the
Ministry and could not be here, but I am sure he would love to have you as a
son."
"So we have a deal!" Veron's eyes were twinkling brightly as he looked around
from Mrs. Malfoy to his wife. Petunia looked hungry for the money as well, and
you could almost see her listing down all the shops she was planning to visit
to spend it in.
"I will be taking Harry," Mrs Malfoy said taking out a pale looking pointy
stick, "but I will not pay for him. A child is precious!! And you two disgust
me!!" Before the Durselys could do anything, red light was coming from the
pointy stick, and they were gasping in pain. Harry watched his new mother with
all the awe a child could give.
He was going to love his new home, even if it killed him....
***** Chapter 3 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 3
~Six years later~
Draco watched the door to Harry's room with fear and apprehension. Their father
had not come to his room tonight for 'lessons' so he had to be Harry's. Draco
knew his father would probably make him join in if he tried to rush into his
little brother's room to fight him off. It wouldn't be the first time or the
last.
Finally the door opened, and Lucius stepped out into the hall, still adjusting
his silk robe over his night clothes. He looked around to check for his wife
than stalked off to his room. (He and Narcissa had stopped sleeping in the same
room four years ago.)
Draco rushed toward the door as soon as his father's figure was masked by the
shadows of the manor. Upon entering, Draco found the tangled bed sheets that
still smelled of sweat and semen, but no Harry in them.
"Harry?" Draco called softly; still fearing his father would come running back
to 'teach' him too.
A small sob from his brother's bathroom was his only answer before a pitiful,
"Go away!" came from Harry Potter-Malfoy inside.
"Harry, I'm here. I'm not going to hurt you. Please open up. I want to help,"
Draco leaned against the door as though he could be able to pass through it
like the Bloody Baron at Hogwarts.
"Don't wanna ever come out," was all Draco could hear from within the bathroom.
"You can sleep in my bed. The sheets are clean," he offered, though dread was
coming upon him and a sudden realization on why Harry might not want to 'ever
come out'. He tried to open the door only to find it, to his dismay, locked.
"Harry open the door!!" he pleaded fighting the urge to bang on it and alert
the entire manor of the horrible truth of the Malfoy sons. The damned Malfoy
Curse!!! What a clever trick of their fore fathers to torture innocent
generations after them!
"NO!!" shouted Harry, a brave Griffindor indeed.
Draco was nearly in tears when he finally grabbed his brother's wand on a
nearby desk, and blasted the handle off, thus swinging open the door.
Harry was sitting naked on the edge of the monstrous bath tub, cradling his
bleeding wrist. A knife sat innocently on the sink.
"I'm s-s-sorry," Harry sobbed, drowning out the small pop of a letter from the
Ministry of Magic.
"Why Harry? Why do it in the first place?" Emerald eyes looked away from teal.
The blonde knew why, in theory but still was angry that his brother would do
something like that, leaving Draco to be the sole receiver of Lucius' warped
affection. Draco knew that telling their mother had not worked (Narcissa would
not hear the truth, wanting to have the illusion of a happy family), but
couldn't Harry live if Draco was there to help him?
“He left the knife here,” whimpered the brunette, “He said I was such good boy
for not needing to be punished with it that I should keep it. Y-you always said
to fight him but I couldn’t!”
Draco only nodded as he moved to the cabinets where he had last stored a first
aid kit.
After bandaging and treating the wound, the boys sat down to read the letter
that had been sent from the Ministry. "You’re lucky it's only a warning this
time!" Harry scolded as he dried his eyes, taking the lime light away from his
bandaged wrist.
"I don't care, don't make that face Harry, I really don't!! The Ministry won't
help us, because they are eating out of the palm of Dad's hand. He has you so
warped half the time you think you deserve it...and it's getting worse!!! We
need to escape...."
Harry's hands grasped one of his own, bringing it to his pink lips. Kissing it
gently he whispered, "We will Draco. We will"
All Draco could do was look at this brother's wrist. Somehow he knew Lucius had
planned this to happen, a test to see if they would pick life and his warped
ideas over loyalty or death and freedom.
Was the way to freedom really bathed in their own blood?
***** Chapter 4 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 4
~4 Years Later~
Harry looked around King's Cross nervously, than back at Draco. Draco just
nodded at him before looking away so not to draw attention to him by their
father. Lucius always walked them to Platform 9 before going back home. Lucius
never felt he needed to because his sons loved Hogwarts and the small house elf
with Muggle Concealment charms on made sure they got on the train. If he knew
this was the day that Draco and Harry were going to run, he would have ridden
the train with them.
It had taken four years since Harry's first suicide attempt for all the
elements of the plan to fall into place. One of them sadly had to be his
godfather Sirius' death. Auntie Bella had killed him out of revenge, and Harry
could never forgive her, even if by doing so he would soon be free of her demon
of a brother-in-law.
They stopped at their usual platform. Lucius commanded the elf to stay with
Draco and Harry and see them off to the Hogwarts Express than come straight
home. Than he leaned close to his son's and hugged and kissed them good bye,
letting his hands linger where they shouldn’t. Harry felt sick to his stomach;
half of him to enjoy it! Lucius seemed to see that and gave his ass a covert
squeeze, whispering, “Not here, my little slut,” before heading off toward
home.
For a moment they did nothing but watch him go, then they headed toward 9 3/4.
They got closer and closer to the wall that would dissolve around them and take
them to Hogwarts, and for a split second Harry thought of abandoning the plan
going to school. The plan was insane and Hogwarts had his friends and it was
miles away from Lucius. But he caught sight of Draco, who looked at him with a
reassuring smile. Damn Griffindor courage.
They broke into a run, Hedwig's cage was rattling atop his trunk. They were 6
feet, 5 feet, 4 feet from the wall and Harry could swear he heard his friend's
voices but he followed Draco's lead and swerved around it, making people throw
themselves out of the way cursing at them. The small elf was so busy trying to
get its mind to grip that they had moved around it that it had forgot about the
Express and the entrance had closed off. They couldn't see it, but they heard
the elf crash into the wall and pass out.
"It's ok," Draco said as they slowed again, "he'll wake up and go home, tell
dad what we did and he has no idea where we are. Dad'll be so busy covering his
ass saying he kept us home this year he won't have time to come and look for
us!"
"That doesn't exactly help."
"The elf will be fine. You should be more worried about us!" A small chiming
form Draco's wrist watch announced that they were legally allowed to do magic,
since the Express had began 2nd boarding call. They ducked into an unused
janitor hallway that they had found last year. Draco shrunk their trunks as
Harry took Hedwig out of her cage.
"Go to Hogwarts, and be with that nice eagle owl you like, and have a lot of
chicks, ok?" he whispered to her. Her large eyes looked back at him with
confusion and sadness. "You can come and visit if you want, but just don't go
to the manor. Dad would follow you. Don't let him!" The owl hooted her
understanding before spreading her wings and flying out an open window down the
hall.
Draco sighed and put his arm around Harry's waist as he took his wand out of
his pocket. Harry hugged his neck as they apparated away from King's Cross.
They landed with a soft thud on the rug of the Black family cabin. Harry had
spent one Christmas holiday here with Sirus before he had got the flu and
Sirus, worried about his godson, sent him home. His illness had not won
sympathy with Lucius. It just meant, Harry couldn't fight back that much (which
Harry rarely did nowadays). This was going to be their new home, until Harry
turned 17 and was allowed to access the Potter vaults without the consent of
his guardians.
"KREACHER!!" Harry called. The old elf appeared grumbling as always about being
called by his new master, 'the boy who lived'. "Kreacher make us lunch." he
commanded. The elf turned and set off to do what he was told, still
complaining.
"That elf better learn some manners really quick! No one is going to treat you
like filth again not even…." Draco snarled but Harry cut him off, kissing him
on the cheek.
"We're free...."
Draco's eyes widened as he looked around, as thought it was too good to be
true, as if Lucius was going to pop out of no where.
For them, any peace was too good to be true and any shadow was something to
fear.
***** Chapter 5 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 5
After of a month of hearing Lucius keep saying that his sons were at home being
privatly being tutored, no letter from the boys to their friends, and the
discovery that Harry's prized owl Hedwig was in the Owlery, Severus was sent to
find them. Malfoy manor had been a bust, the only one there was a heart broken
Narcissa. She had clawed at Severus to find her sons, her breaking as she spoke
of not knowing where they were and fearing the worst. After freeing himself, he
decided to check the old home of the Order of the Phoniex, Grimmauld Place. It
was now Harry Potter-Malfoy's so Severus thought of it at once.
He stepped out of the kitchen fire place cautiously; the boys were excellent at
jinxes and hexes. But the house was extremely dusty and unkempt. Either the
boys had not bothered to tell the miserable house elf to clean, or they were
not here. Severus made his way up the stairs and to the main part of the
building. He tried to quietly shut the door to the kitchen but only succeed in
slamming it.
"FILTH!!! SCUM OF THE EARTH!!! DISGRACE UPON THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!!!!"
screamed the portrait of Mrs. Black.
"SHUT UP!! YOUR SON IS DEAD AND SO IS THE 'NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK'!!!" Severus
shot back, coming the stairs to argue with this dreadful work of art.
"At least it died pure unlike the House of Prince," The woman in the painting
snickered.
"I will burn you right out of that background, bitch," hissed Severus, taking
out his wand to show the woman, who paled in her frame.
"KREACHER!!!! KREACHER!!! HELP ME!!!" she yelled at the top of her painted
lungs. A small pop and suddenly Severus was being beaten by the old elf.
"You will not hurt Kreacher's mistress!!!" the elf snarled, pummeling the
Potion Master with one fist. Of course the Ex Death Eater had much worse done
to him by elfs, so he could look at his assaulter without shielding himself.
The elf looked like he had come out of the lion's den. One of his huge ears was
hanging from his head by a small bit of skin. His face and body was covered
with burns, his left arm in a sling. He was covered with bruises and blood was
leaking out of his nose.
Mrs. Black must have noticed the change in the elf as well, because she asked,
"Kreacher, where did you get all your....punishments?"
The elf stopped trying to hit Severus, and looked at his mistress with fear.
"Master Draco punishes Kreacher when Kreacher does not give Master Harry and
Master Draco respect. Kreacher told them, Kreacher does not have to, because
they are bad children and should have been taught better than run away and hide
in houses not their's. Master Harry began to cry and Master Draco said, 'See
what you did you worthless piece of shit!' Then he would punish Kreacher when
Master Harry went to the Muggle village, because Master Harry doesn't like
seeing Master Draco punish Kreacher...." The elf was rocking back and forth now
with an effort to keep from crying.
"Where are they Kreacher," asked Mrs. Black and Severus together.
"In the Black family cabin. Kreacher makes their meals and cleans the house for
them. Sometimes Kreacher is allowed to come back home and to dust Mistress'
frame, but Master Draco gets mad if Kreacher doesn't come back fast enough when
his called."
"I presume Severus you are here looking for the cretins in my family's house?"
"Yes, ma'am"
"Then Kreacher, take Severus to the Black cabin, so he could take those
traitors out of there!!!"
The small elf bowed, looping his arm between Severus' leg (which only made the
man uncomfortable), and apparated into the cabin. It was black stone masonry;
the family crest was painted over the immense fire place.
"They are upstairs sir. They always are upstairs, this time of day," Kreacher
squeaked before apparated back to Grimmauld Place. Severus began up the stairs
that thankfully did not creak. He wanted to scare the boys right back into
their mother's arms. He reached the second floor landing and looked around,
finding one of the doors were a jar. From within the room Severus could hear
muffled noises. Curious, he drew closer. He nearly choked on his own tongue.
Harry Potter-Malfoy was on the bed, naked, on his knees and elbows flat moaning
and mewing softly. One hand near his mouth, trying to cover up the noise that
was making Severus' cock harden. He was moaning at his brother, Draco Malfoy,
who with one hand was spreading Harry's ass cheeks apart and tongue fucking
him. The other hand was stroking his hard cock in rhythm to his own tongue
going into Harry's pink hole. Harry’s knees were placed on either side of his
lap, in an awkward straddling position though neither seemed to mind. Severus
watched his two students, not saying a word, not wanting to stop the scene. He
wanted to soak in every last detail of the room and their young hairless bodies
that were thin yet semi built from years of Quidditch. Harry was little more
feminine then his brother in body and size, but Draco still looked just as
beautiful. How long had Severus lusted after these boys, dreamed of this? To
fucking long.
"D-Draco, I-I..." but before he could finish Harry came on himself and the
bedsheets that the boys still thought Kreacher would clean. Severus and Harry
watched as Draco came in between Harry's legs. Harry moaned as he gently
lowered himself onto the other’s lap. He sat up and inclined his head so to
give better access to the kiss Draco gave him. It was a slow teasing kiss that
one (namely Severus) could se there tongues twisting and tangling together.
Severus felt his own body tighten than loosen as he came in his pants. He
waited for the two to catch their breath; he had to do the same. Finally pushed
the door open, putting on his best teacher's smirk.
"Well, well, well. I finally found you." Severus said, as the boys scramble for
wands and covering.
"Yes, WE finally found you," said the cold drawl of Lucius Malfoy from behind
him.
If Severus had been more observant, he would have seen the two boys quake like
lambs surrounded by a wolf pack.
And Lucius Malfoy was surely looking like a dangerous hungry wolf.
A/N: Not the best sex scene writer ever, but I try. I do take comments to
correct mistakes, but please be respectful (so far all have you been just that
I couldn't ask for a better group of readers!!)
***** Chapter 6 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 6
Lucius stepped into the Black family cabin's master bedroom, smiling at his
sons, both naked and still with a beautiful afterglow. Harry curled up into a
ball to hide from him; Draco stopped looking for his wand, instead, trying to
look bigger than he really was like a scared bird. Delicious. He had always
wondered, dreamed really, that his sons had sex together away from him. When
the thought came to him he would shake his head and tell himself it couldn’t
be, yet hear it was. Just too good.
"Thank you Severus for finding my sons. They like to play hooky from class, and
now I can see why," he said with his voice of pure authority and knowing. Even
Severus had fallen for his voice many times in the past.
"No offense Lucius, but the headmaster believes that these two would do better
at Hogwarts. It would give them time to separate and not give into, um, urges,"
Severus seemed determined to prolong Lucius' fun with these two. 'Headmaster'
this, 'Headmaster' that. "By the way, Lucius, how did you know they were here?
I had to be lead here by the Black's house elf."
Ah, time to burst the kids' bubbles. "Mrs. Black's companion portrait was given
to Narcissa as she is Mrs. Black's niece. She came running into my wife's
portrait in her away room where I was comforting her, screaming about hooligans
in her family's cabin." Lucius turned his attention to his sons giving a quick
knowing smile than, "Put on some simple robes, and we will be taking our leave.
I'll send a house elf to retrieve all your other belongings."
The boys did as they were told, though Draco purposefully dragged his heels.
Harry was such a good boy, going quickly, knowing that would be all over sooner
if they moved fast enough. Finally they made their way downstairs, where the
green floo flames were still roaring in the fire place.
"I suppose, after you two are safely seen home, I will be able to go back to
Hogwarts and tell the headmaster," Severus stated, as though he rather wanted
to stay here.
"No need to show them to the manor. Kreacher, the elf, is waiting for them on
the other side of the fire. Draco, how about you go first through, hmmm?"
Draco's eyes bugged out of his head and Harry looked like he was about to get
on his knees to prevent it. Finally Draco did as he was told, hiding his
emotions as he left. Then went Harry, his green eyes filled with shame as he
followed his brother. For split moment in the fire, Harry looked like he was
going to say a different address, than thought better of it. Good boy.
"I must leave Severus. Hope to see you again," Lucius did not wait for a
response as climbed into the fire and was rushed home. He smiled the second he
climbed out of the fire. Kreacher was punching Draco with his newly mended arm.
Harry was trying his best to order the elf off, only to get a wicked sneer and
thrown backwards.
"Kreacher enough, you don't want to treat your new master's son badly do you?"
than to do the stunned face of Harry, "Mrs. Black feels that since her line is
gone, that Kreacher was to be freed of his duties in the Black family home and
given to the next pure line; the Malfoy's. You may still own your godfather's
estate, but I own the elf."
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" screamed Draco, launching himself from the floor to
punch Lucius. But Lucius had his wand out with one flick; his son was naked on
the bed behind him. It’s good to have a fire place in your bedroom.
Lucius walked up to Harry, turning him to face the older wizard. "Such a good
boy you are Harry! I'm not going to fuck you. Your brother already did that
didn't he?"
"HARRY, DON'T SAY ANYTHING!!"
Harry was crying too hard to do much of anything, let alone tell the truth. It
was easy to tie him with the drapes so he was kneeling and watching as Lucius
pounded into Draco. One was cursing, one was sobbing. Music to one’s ears.
"M-monster..." came a small voice from the door way. With that momentary
distraction, Draco was allowed to scramble off his father's cock and try to
catch a breath. Lucius looked around for the person who was responsible to
invade upon his ‘teachings’. Narcissa was in the doorway; her hair was undone
and flowing over her white night gown. She almost looked like she had on their
wedding night frighten with a touch of shock and pinch of determination. She
turned and ran down the hallway. The two boys on the bed forgotten, Lucius ran
after her, the old ‘lesson’ his father had given him about telling anyone about
the Malfoy curse coming back. He could hear her scream down the corridor, all
the way back to her room, trying to lock the door behind her. He throw the door
open without much trouble.
"YOU ARE SICK BASTARD!!! THAT IS OUR CHILDREN!!! I KNEW THAT THE MALFOYS USED
TO BE INVOLVED IN THE UNDERWORLD BUT I THOUGHT THAT DIED AWAY!!! YOU SICK....."
she could not think of anything more to say. She was in the middle of the room,
near tears, the night outside visible on the opposite wall that all window.
"Who are you going to tell, Narcissa? The entire Ministry bows when I walk by!!
Who can you tell?" Lucius challenged, still naked but not caring. Really who
would she tell?
"Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoniex. They can get the Ministry to lock you
up in Azkaban, like my sister," Narcissa’s face was calm collected with a hint
of bravery as she spoke. Narcissa was not a Slytherin. She had been a
Ravenclaw. But at the moment she forgot who she was threatening. How utterly
stupid.
"STUPEFY!!!" Lucius watched with sick satisfaction, as his wife was blown
backwards, through the glass window, and kept falling. For a few moments, you
could only hear her scream, long and painful, then a sickening crunch.
"MUM!!! NO MUM!!!" Harry yelled from behind him, somehow free of his bonds. He
ran to the remains of the window, looking down, clutching the robe he had been
wearing for some type of support.
Lucius could not help but gloat in triumph.
"Now, where were we?"
The tears the young boys shed that night were not because 'of the beauty of the
moment'.
And they never will be again.
***** Chapter 7 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 7
At the funeral, Draco realized something: his father was fantastic actor. He
watched as his father grabbed his mother's coffin and screamed, 'NO!!! NO!!!
SHE CAN'T BE GONE!!!' It sickened him. Luckily Harry was so distraught they
kept inside the manor, sedated. To keep Draco silence at the grave side
memorial with ministry wizards and witches, his father had Kreacher as his
babysitter who would do anything painful to make him shut up. Draco regretted
not killing the elf when he had the chance.
That night when Lucius went to the Lestrange estate to collect what Narcissa
had left in her will to him, Draco snuck into his brother's room. Harry was
still in the black robe and white under shirt they had intended him to wear to
the funeral, before he had started screaming.
"We're going to die here aren't we, Draco?" asked Harry, his emerald eyes
shining with tears. Harry was always brave at school, but here in his own room,
be was scared. In the very walls where a child should feel the safest, he
terrified. Draco could not answer him.
The next day Draco was sent to Hogwarts. Lucius said it was because that,
'Being in the same house that his mother committed suicide, was not the best
environment for him.' Harry on the other had was 'too emotionally drained to
survive the school year' and stayed home. Draco stepped into the Great Hall
with Kreacher on his heels; he wished Harry was anywhere but there. He could
still see Harry on the foot of the stairs when he had left, his face blank as
though trying to escape somewhere from everything. Did he still think of the
cabin, for the glorious month of happiness they had shared? Is that where in
his mind he had gone?
For a whole month, Draco could only catch up on work he missed and do the
current school work. He quit the Slytherin Quidditch team and avoided his own
house as well as Harry's friends. Weasly and Granger seemed to gang up on him
every chance they got trying to ask how Harry was. Draco wished to tell them
that Harry was being raped everyday and sooner or later try to kill himself for
the umpteenth time. Tell them anything of the walls of the secretive Malfoy
Manor. But what Draco really wanted to do was to kill Snape.
Snape had been the one, for all technical purposes, who lead his father to
their paradise. If he had not for once followed the old coot's orders, Draco
and Harry would still be free. Narcissa would be alive. Harry would still be
happy, laughing, smiling like he did when they were at the cabin. Draco only
had fading memory of his smile now as it gave way to nightmares of Harry’s
bloodstained corpse on the Malfoy family crest.
Draco was not sure what possessed him, but after of a month of looking at the
greasy git in class and meals, Draco went down to the dungeon to wreak his
revenge. How, he was not sure, but he would find a way to make Snape pay.
"Enter!" came Snape's impatient voice when Draco knocked. He did as he was
told, shutting the door behind him and giving it a quick silencing spell. "Ah,
Mr. Malfoy. I am pleased to say, that your potion grade is made up so there
will be no for any extra on your work load.”
"YOU COCK SUCKING JACK ASS!!!" was the only thing Draco could say to that.
"I'm sorry; do you like the extra work? If you do you can have as much as your
heart desires in detention," Snape was playing this off to cool for Draco's
taste. The man should be up against the wall begging forgiveness that Draco
would give in a million years.
"IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU SHE IS DEAD!!!" Why were his eyes welling up with tears?
He had to stay strong. He always had to be strong for Harry. Harry was the one
who went to pieces, not Draco.
"Who on earth are you talking about boy?"
"MUM!!! YOU LET HIM KILL HER!!" The man had to know who Draco was talking
about. He could almost see Snape planning the whole thing with this father just
as calmly as though they were planning a holiday in France together. When to
find them, what happen when they got back to the manor, and what spell to use
on Narcissa.
"If you are talking about God I-"
"NOT GOD!!! MY DAD!!! HE KILLED HER!!! SPELLED HER OUT THE WINDOW!!! BEFORE AND
AFTER HE RAPED ME AND HARRY AGAIN!!!" Why did you open your big mouth, Draco…?
Why couldn’t you just shut up and let the secret continue?
"R-raped?" For the first time, Draco could see Snape had no witty response to
come back with. No cool way to brush off this horrible truth like it was
unimportant. The man was so shocked, Draco had to keep telling his awful tale.
The man had asked, hadn’t he?
"Yeah. He's raped us since we were kids. Always said it was the 'Malfoy Curse',
something to keep passing on like an evil grandfather lock or something. Harry
started to cut himself when he was 12 trying to escape from it. That's why we
ran away!! So we could be free of him, to finally be happy. BUT YOU LEAD HIM
STRAIGHT TO US!!!" Draco did not know when Snape had put his arms around him,
but he did not care. It just made it easier to beat the man's chest. Stupid,
comforting, man!
"I'm sorry, Draco."
"SHUT UP!!" How dare he say he was sorry! To act like by saying sorry would
make everything ok! That doesn’t erase scares or mend years of abuse!
As Draco began to slip into a strange sleep from tiring himself out by beating
(or trying to), he could almost hear a soft song.
Dumbledore's phoenix had flown from the roaring fire on the other side of the
room and began to circle above him.
Finally he was safe....
***** Chapter 8 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 8
Severus looked up at Fawkes, who was circling himself and the boy who had
passed out in his arms. The phoenix always came to the aid of the student who
was in most distress. But no amount of tears from the lovely creature would
cure this pain. What had happened to the boy and become scars that were upon
his heart and mind. The Potion Master was not in the least bit surprised that
one of them had taken up trying to kill himself! Severus stood up, scooping up
the boy to take him to the only place he would be able to be taken care of; the
Hospital Wing.
After climbing up the castle steps with the dead weight of the boy pressing
down, Severus finally arrived at this destination. Poppy looked like she was
just about to turn in for the night when he came through the door. As he told
the nurse everything Draco had said and did, he helped her get him undressed,
take off all the glamour charms that the blonde had put on, and lay him on one
of the many hospital beds. He did not have many scars on of his body, but the
ones he did have were near his genitals, the 'LM' initials craved on his inner
thigh as though Lucius had to be sure everyone knew who and what had happened
to the boy. Severus could not take it anymore, and went to Poppy's office to
see if she had any brandy. She only had fire whiskey but he took it gratefully.
Anything to dull the pain to the fact had missed all the warning signs over the
years.
"Well you will be happy to know that Lucius did not pass on any STDs to THIS
son, but Harry..." Poppy trailed off as she came into her office after getting
pajamas on Draco.
"How did I miss it? I was friends with that...that, monster, and teacher to his
sons. I have lived my life watching the world, waiting for the worse this world
has to offer. Even now since He-Who-Must-Not -Be-Named's death. How did I miss
it?" Severus could not look up from his drink; he could only stare at this
reflection in the amber liquid. Draco’s face streaming with hot angry tears
came back to him again and again. And that impassive look Harry had given back
at the Black family cabin when Lucius showed up; how well he had hid his
emotions and his hopelessness.
"As Draco said, 'it is the Malfoy Curse'."
"What actually does that mean? All the time I had worked with Lucius, he never
mentioned any type of ‘Malfoy Curse’."
Poppy sighed, though Severus could hear anger in her voice making the noise
sound ragged and uneven, "Many, many, many years ago, the pure bloods were just
starting to reach the height and power they now still have. The Malfoys were
one of the first families to gain so much power and wealth. And as most upper
class people who have acquired so much and get bored with it fairly quickly do,
they decided to flaunt some of that wealth around. They threw huge parties,
which were by all accounts just drug filled orgies. You could do what ever you
want whether it be kill and maim or have sex with an entire group of people.
They even kidnapped muggle children to rape and torture during these parties.
As more pure bloods grew in power and wealth, the more people went to these
parties and they brought their own ‘party favors’. At one of the parties, or so
the story goes, the Malfoys were accused of keeping a muggle girl alive because
she was pregnant with their son's baby, which as you know is very social crime
among the pure bloods. Well the Malfoys are proud in their pure blood status
more than any at the parties and to prove their loyalty of their pure blood
bonds and make sure it never happened, they began to have sex with their
children. Fathers had sex with their sons, mothers with their daughters. It
would scare the children away from most sexual urges, and would make them feel
weak under their parents so they would do whatever they were told to do. When
they were allowed to marry they had children just so they could have someone to
rule over like their parents did to them.
"Well after while, many other pure blood families began to do similar things to
there children in hopes of keep their children away from what they view as
unsocial behavior. This whole mess of torturing and training children was
called the Malfoy Curse. It was only in the last generation that the parties
and training that took place were banned. But the things practiced did not
stop. Many of the children here in Slytherin right now could be doing things to
muggle children to prove that are part of their family when they go home, or
doing drugs, or even this."
"B-but they never come and tell me or you or Albus," Severus could not believe
that he had missed all those signs and Draco and miss any more from students in
his own house. Was the entire Slytherin house filled with fallen and forgotten
angels crying out for freedom?
"This is a pure blood tradition. Just by coming to you and telling you, Draco
is now an outcast. This is something everyone knows about and doesn't do
anything. Be thankful that your mother had enough since to break her family
‘tradition’ by marrying a muggle. You may not be pure blood, Severus, but you
have lived a better life by far than most of your old classmates. Besides, the
ministry has two policies against our dear Draco: Number one, they can't do
anything unless a child complains, and though Draco has already, he could
recant his statement to protect himself from his father. And number 2, they do
whatever Lucius Malfoy says," though her voice was calm, Poppy's face was
blotchy with discuss and anger.
"But they will listen to the Order. Poppy, tell Albus what has happened. Don’t
leave a single detail out because you think it will upset him, he has to know
what that bastard Lucius did to his sons. We also need to get Harry out of that
house as soon as possible. I'll stay here and watch over Draco. I bet he will
be relieved to know that he is finally free of the Malfoy Curse," Poppy nodded
and ran off to the headmaster's office. Severus sat down at the bedside of the
blonde, looking so peaceful in contrast to earlier when he was out for the
older wizard’s blood.
How could he miss all the signs? How could he miss or keep missing the thousand
more in the dungeons, probably already numb of the pain that had felt when they
first were touched by some type of darkness?
How would Draco and Harry ever accept him now? The two angels with the broken
wings…
A/N: The Pure Blood parties are based of parties of ancient Greece and Rome. I
read it somewhere, and it became the basis for this story.
***** Chapter 9 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 9
"PLEASE!!! NO!!! DON'T!!!" Harry screamed and kicked at the elf and the he was
placing on him magical bonds as Kreacher lowered him onto his mother's bed. He
had been so close to the front gate of the manor and escape, until one of the
gardeners saw him. Now Lucius was going to punish him on his mother's bed, the
bed he had crawled into to escape just that. Harry gave a few deep sobs,
wanting to pass out or die so he did not have to feel anything.
"Master Harry has been a bad boy and should just accept his punishment,"
Kreacher preached, but the old elf could not wipe the smirk off his ugly
features as he tied Harry naked on to the bed.
"Didn't I heal you the best I could at the cabin?" Harry's voice was small and
pleading as he tried to reason with the elf. Surely the elf could see that what
it was doing was wrong and causing his old master pain.
"Master Harry did not stop Master Draco! Master Lucius has, and Master Lucius
has promised Kreacher revenge!!!"
"That is enough," Lucius spoke from the door way, drinking in Harry, whose
hands were the only things tied as of now. Harry tried to curl the rest of him
under himself so the older man would not have the satisfaction of seeing him,
but the old house elf grabbed boy's ankles, and looked around at the older
blonde as though to say 'how do you want him'. "Make sure he can see what is
about to go in him," Lucius said, licking his lips. Kreacher grunted and tied
Harry so that his lower body was bent at an odd angle, allowing him stare
directly into his bellybutton. With his work completed, Kreacher bowed his way
out, but not after giving a chuckle at the miserable boy on the bed.
Harry was left in this awkward position as Luicus dropped his silky night robe
to the floor. His father ran his smooth cold hands over his inner thighs,
giving a small moan as he stroked down toward Harry's uninterested cock. Harry
closed his eyes and let his father do what he always did when he was going to
punish him; admire him, after all, he was not a true Malfoy so whatever human
part of Lucius remained that felt guilt had no objections on abusing someone
who wasn’t of blood relation. Harry was half ready for the knife as it traced
fine lines on his thighs; he was ready when his father began to lick the little
blood that had bubbled up. He was not ready for the slap to his face afterward.
"Look at what I'm going to do to you, Harry," Luicus ordered. Harry shut his
eyes tighter and shook his head stubbornly. Another slap. "I said, 'LOOK'!!! Or
do you want Draco to be killed for your own stupidity?" He flew his eyes open
at that to meet cold gray eyes that had crinkled with an evil smile. "Oh yes,
you could be a far better son than him. One word to that elf Kreacher and you
can have his head mounted on your wall!!!"
"NO DON'T HURT DRACO!!!! NOT DRACO!!!" Harry screamed, cursing the bonds that
prevented him from attacking his father.
"Look at what I'm going to do and I'll consider it," Lucius knew how to
bargain, and it had said it almost like a business proposition. Harry only
nodded and watched as Lucius summoned a small ornate box from the night stand.
He opened, giving a small smile to Harry, than with drew his prize. "Do you
recognize this, my little one?"
Harry burst into tears. He would have recognized it blind. Ten years ago, he
had not known what it was, calling it 'white pointy stick', only knowing that
way of describing it. Now he knew it as, Narcissa's white oak wand with unicorn
hair core. That wand had saved him from so much and made him laugh after having
a nightmare. He could remember last Christmas, Narcissa putting up decorations
with that very wand. Now he was forced to watch as Lucius began to push it
slowly into him. It began to breathe erratically feeling it move it move
inside, ever so often twisting. Suddenly Harry felt something snap, inside of
him, both in his mind and in his anus.
"Hope you don't get splinters," Lucius chuckled, removing half of Narcissa's
wand from Harry’s behind. The entire world seemed to get very unreal and foggy
as Lucius picked out the other piece, lifting them up a little further to show
Harry. Memories of Narcissa is spring, showing him and Draco to a picnic spot;
reading bedtime stories in the candle light, all came flying to him and then
leaving with the soundtrack of Lucius’ laughter in the background. Where was
Draco? He needed Draco! He needed someone to tell him everything will be okay,
someone to kiss his forehead and just whisper nonsense.
BANG!! Several people rushed in, pointing wands at Lucius. One screamed, "Sick
fuck! What is he doing?" A female's voice said, "T-that's my sister's wand!!!
Narcissa's wand!" Lights flashed and Lucius was thrown to the other side of the
room. Most of the group went to capture him, yet one person stepped forward to
help Harry down from his bonds. She had pink hair and gentle eyes like
Narcissa's.
"It's ok, Harry. You're safe now," she said untying Harry.
"W-who are you? W-where's Draco?!" Harry felt the room spin fast around him as
his arms were freed than his legs.
"It's me Harry, Tonks! And Draco is at Hogwarts. He's okay. He’s the one who
told us about your dad."
"Don't let him kill Draco...I don't care what happens to me just don't let him
kill Draco."
"Lucius?"
"No. Kreacher the elf...please don't let him kill Draco. He’ll kill Draco
because Lucius told him too. Please help him.."
'I can't survive without him....'
A/N: If you are wondering how I can write so quickly, this is already written
work I have done from another site that I am editing and updating to this one.
(This version is so much better!)
***** Chapter 10 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 10
"Your father is being charged with murder of your mother, rape of you and
Harry, and child endangerment," Snape explained as he walked Draco down the
white wash halls of St. Mungo’s. The Order had arrested Lucius during one of
his ‘punishments’ five days ago. Harry had had a minor psychotic break and
would need mind magic treatment along with around the clock nurse care at the
magical hospital for a few more days of so before they discussed where he was
to go; back to school or with a relative. "Here we go," Snape said as they
approached a room with the large number 19 on the side.
"Hello gentlemen. May I help you?" said a small medi-witch, who looked like
Dorolos Umbridge's twin sister. In her hands were a clipboard and a Quick
Quotes Quill as though she was about ready to go on rounds, which maybe she
was.
"Yes, I am taking Draco Malfoy to see his brother. We were told by that it
would be okay," Snape's kept his voice polite, which is better than Draco would
have done. Maybe killing the nurse for stopping him from seeing his little
brother with all these nonsense questions would not be a good ice breaker.
But the nurse's eyes went wide with sadness as she nearly whispered "Of course,
of course." She waved a plump hand through the door, and entered as she
explained from behind them, "Harry doesn't know where or who we are. Miss
Tonks, an old friend of his has come everyday trying to get him to remember,
but with all the attention...." the woman paused as though weighing how her
words might affect them than, "we had to sedate him heavily. He kept screaming
for us to get his brother, but we were told that you were the Hospital Wing at
Hogwarts, so could not contact you. On the off chance he does wake up, be
warned if he does not recognize you sirs."
"Thank you," Draco whispered as he pulled up a chair to Harry's bedside and
began his usual vigil of sitting with his brother after his father's attacks.
Usually by now Harry would have said something of what he was feeling or even
given out a sniffle, but he just stared vacantly up at the ceiling as though
petrified. Because Harry probably did not have the strength to keep up the
glamour charms and the hospital had washed away the flesh colored make up he
wore to make sure no one noticed should the spell fail, Draco began to count
the scars his brother had cut on to his slender wrists. Harry was so brave at
times than others....
Snape left with the nurse to discuss Harry's treatment plan and if in a few
days he could be safely moved to the Hogwarts' Hospital wing. Draco seriously
doubted going to Hogwarts would help Harry. He wanted to tell the headmaster to
keep Harry here for his own safety. Now that Draco had revealed what his family
had kept secret for so many years, the ministry was launching investigations on
most pure blood families that had once been well known practitioners of the
Malfoy Curse. It had not made Draco the hero in the Slytherin’s eyes. He had
been disloyal to his family and to his class. His old house mates were probably
planning to attack Harry or himself to seek revenge and Draco knew how far most
would go to prove their loyalty to family and status.
A sudden groaning bed alerted Draco to his brother on the bed, who a moment ago
had been staring into space blankly, now was moving. With the drug wearing off,
Harry's movements were uncoordinated but he managed to turn his head and stare
at Draco with the sweet smile he associated with Harry. But suddenly the smile
was replaced with fear, emerald eyes bulged in their sockets, a look he had
seen so many times given to Lucius.
"YOU BASTARD!!! YOU SICK FREAK!!! GIVE ME BACK DRACO!!! GIVE ME BACK DRACO!!!"
Harry screamed, throwing his still limp arm at Draco trying to punch him. It
did not hurt, but the action enough was to make Draco weary.
"Shhh, Harry it's me. I'm Draco," he tried to calm his brother by massaging his
wrist which only was yanked away.
"NO YOU'RE NOT!!! CALL OFF THAT ELF OF YOUR'S LUCIUS!!! CALL OFF KREACHER!!! I
DID AS I WAS TOLD 'FATHER'!!!! YOU SICK FREAK!!!!" Harry screamed, tears
rolling down his face, still doing his best to cause Draco physical pain. Draco
was in pain alright, but it wasn’t physical.
Finally the medi-witch and Snape rushed in, looking confused at the scene of
Harry screaming about rape and wanting his brother as he punched said brother.
Draco did not try to defend himself, thinking he deserved every scratch and
bruise he got. He had not protected Harry better. He should have done something
to make sure something like his never happened.
"Stupid boy, move!! He has to be sedated!" shouted Snape grabbing Draco's elbow
and throw him across the room where a small courtesy mirror hung. Draco luckily
avoided smashing into it, but as he looked into it to catch his breath, he
wished he had smashed it into a million pieces.
Lucius Malfoy, his father, his rapist, his tormentor stared back at him. For a
moment the mirror Lucius looked just as confused and scared as he was. Than it
smiled, it's usual hungry knowing smile. The smile he used to give before he
had raped his sons. The smile he gave when he left them cover in semen and at
times blood in their bed as he himself used a cleaning charm. The smile he had
worn when he had found them at the cabin. The mirror looked around the scene
almost laughing at it, as though it was the funniest thing that it had seen.
"I WANT DRACO!!! DON'T LET FATHER KILL DRACO!!!" came Harry's still frantic
voice from the bed.
Draco watched in horror and disgust as the mirror Lucius winked at him, like
the real Lucius used do to the mirror after cleaning up his semen off himself
but not his victims. He wasn’t here to clean up his mess as usual; he was here
to create more of one.
Though Draco could not kill the real Lucius, breaking the mirror was almost as
satisfying. Just almost…
***** Chapter 11 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 11
When did Draco become Lucius? It was something that Severus had lost track of
along the way. The boy had always some what looked like his father, but never
fully. Lucius' hair had been near silver and long, while Draco's was a bit more
golden and had it always cut it short and neat. Lucius' eyes were gray and
cold, Draco's bluer and full of life. And the boy always had a bit of baby fat
remaining in his limbs and face. But now, because of his month of freedom and
his captivity in Hogwarts, Draco's hair had grown an inch below his shoulder.
It had gone silver due to stress. Draco's eyes had seen too much to remain a
pretty innocent blue with that lively fire, thus turning gray. The remaining
baby fat had been sledded after near starving himself to reveal how much he
looked like Lucius. No wonder Harry had gotten the two confused. Severus found
himself turning too quickly when eyeing the Slytherin table at meals, and
seeing his old friend sitting there.
A few days after the 'incident', Harry was moved to the Hospital Wing at
Hogwarts. Poppy was going crazy with three other nurses bustling around the boy
she had treated since his first accident during Quidditch. “I know him better
than they do!” was her one of her many rants to Severus. Five members of the
Order of the Phoenix staked out the ward, waiting for any pure blood fanatics
who wished to harm Harry for helping in the trial of Lucius. Draco was moved
from the Slytherin dorms to Severus' personal quarters because as Albus put it,
"Who would be so stupid to try to sneak into your corridors!"
Tonight, Severus was extra vigilant as he began to ward his office. He had
heard after Lucius' conviction Crabbe would send his son to attack Draco.
Though knowing the buffoon of a boy could not sneak if his life depended on it,
Severus erred on the side of caution and warded everything double.
"A birthday party?!?!? Dumbledore is throwing me a birthday party?!!" Draco
called from within their quarters, now having found one of the invitations that
were being sent to many Order members, child and adult alike.
"Yes. You're turning seventeen. It's a big deal, and with all the publicity
circling your father's trial and conviction-"
"I don't need anyone's sympathy," Draco said curtly walking into the office
holding the green and silver invitation as though it was a death sentence,
"what I need is to see my brother.” His new gray eyes flashed, and deep within
them the Potion Master could see Lucius peeking out; still present in
everything his son did and said.
"Draco, you know he is ill. He doesn't recognize you," Severus finished the
wards with a flick of his wand, sighing at the blonde's stubbornness. Which one
of the boys was Gryffindor again?
"I can get him to remember who I am!"
"How?! Having sex with him like at the cabin..." Severus' voice trailed off,
remembering that he had promised himself not to tell either boy that he had
seen them. But that was hard to do, since every time he saw them, the image of
that bedroom flashed into his mind. Even now after all that had happened, the
image was still there, haunting him as though to say, ‘See what you’re
missing?’
"Y-you saw?" Draco's tone was for the most part even, his face impassive.
"Yes," no point in lying. No point in trying to cover it up. What has been done
can not be undone; what has been said can not be unsaid.
"Did you like what you saw," still with that even tone, with his eyes searching
Severus’ for the answer.
"I must admit, it was quite a show and yes I did like what I saw, but I am not
going to do what that mon-" Severus' words were cut off as Draco Malfoy had
crossed the room and kissed him full on the lips and obliterated them. For a
moment morals and the picture of Lucius being flanked by Dementors flashed in
his brain, but he was a man and the boy had started it.
After a few moments they broke the kiss, needing oxygen. Draco looked up at
Severus his eyes pleading, "I need this," he waved a hand at them, "to feel
like I can control myself. I don't want to hurt you. Please tell me if I do. I
promise I'll stop. I never want my partner to be." Severus was about to protest
that the boy could not possibly think of dominating him, when Draco waved his
wand and both of them were naked. Severus was bond to his office chair, hands
behind him tied to the seat, his legs bond to the legs of the chair. His proud
erection the only thing free. Draco walked over eyeing his cock like it was
candy. The blonde took his wand and put in behind his back. Severus did not
need to even hear the spell whispered, because as soon as it was done (wand
placed lovingly on his desk) Draco turned and gently eased down Severus' cock,
his passage now slick from the lubricating spell.
Tight, velvet, slick, heat was all around him, and Draco's moans made him go
over the edge of sanity. He could see now why he was bond so tightly; he would
surely hurt the boy by him gripping the blonde. Maybe it was also the fear of
remembering being forced to do this as a child that made him do it this way.
Draco kept easing up and down his cock until the boy could not take it anymore
and came. As he did he tightened even more around Severus who came inside his
student and now found lover. They did not move for a time, just enjoying one
another’s heated skin before Draco undid the bindings.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, hugging Severus' neck, "I’m no better that my
father!"
"Don't say that! I would have said something if I did not want any of that. You
were brilliant as a dominate, very respectful and may I had simply wonderful."
"Than why does Harry see me as....him?"
"Because you look like him," for once Severus wished he did not have to be so
frank. It always seemed to get him in so much trouble.
Draco thought on this than looked up at him his eye's gleaming with childish
glee, some of that lively fire returning once again, "I can fix that!" Than
after another thoughtful pause, "You would not mind doing this again, would
you?"
"I would not mind at all!"
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the new additions to my home; Narcissa (a
lizard) and Sanmy and Magoo (two sweet little doggies)! (Laugh if you want on
my choice of names!)
***** Chapter 12 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 12
"Madam Pomfrey, I don't want to go to the party," Harry begged the matron for
the sixth time today. He had faked a fever, tried to get a detention from
Filch, and even insulted the kind nurse but to no avail.
"It's your brother's birthday party. Why would you not want to go?" she asked,
helping him into a wheelchair. Harry looked away, ashamed he did not want to
go. The nurses kept telling him about the time at the hospital when Harry had
attacked Draco thinking him to be Lucius. The few people allowed to see him,
told him not only of his father being sentenced to prison, but of Draco not
allowed to visit him to prevent another incident. Harry was paranoid that they
were lying and his brother just did not want come to visit after what he did.
The matron in all her wisdom and determination to get Harry well thought the
party would be good for him. It only made him frightened of confusing his
brother for Lucius again. How had he got the two confused? They were so
different like day and night in every way
Madam Pomfrey placed a blanket over his legs to keep him warm in the
wheelchair; Harry's legs were so weak because of the constant sedatives they
had him on he could barely feel them so walking was simply out of the question
at the moment. She placed the gift he had selected and bought for Draco from a
magazine upon his knees and started out to Hargid's Hut, where the event was to
take place. The air outside was crisp as they exited the castle. Harry could
see lights bobbing outside the hut; tables were erected in rows, blue table
cloth laid out, covered with gifts or snacks. Guests wore lovely dress robes
and chatted about nonsense and rubbish. A banner suspended in midair read;
"HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, DRACO MALFOY,” in green and silver lettering that seemed
to flash the words to invite the guest in.
"Ah, here's a lovely spot to set you up," Madam Pomfrey said, wheeling Harry
under the banner, near the largest of the gift piles. Ron and Hermione were
standing there, Ron looking impatient and angry. Hermione seemed to be worried
and trying to calm him down.
"This is his party! He should be here!" Ron was saying, taking a long swig of
pumpkin juice, or at least Harry thought it was. It could have been butter beer
for all he knew. He hoped it wasn’t anything stronger than that; Ron lost his
temper when he drank and whoever he was mad at could get seriously hurt. Not
that Ron did this a whole lot. He rarely drank in all honesty.
"You heard Professor Snape. He's in London on business," Hermione countered,
but still looked rather nervously around and than at Ron's cup.
"The old git could be covering for him. Besides who goes on ‘business’ on their
birthday? I know he was raped and he's Harry's brother and all that but after
all those years and sh-"
"Hello Harry, how are you?" Hermione cut Ron off finally noticing Harry sitting
in his wheel chair, feeling helpless that he could not run away from the
mention of what had happened to him and his brother.
Ron looked down at Harry, his face changed to its most friendly smile, "There
you are, mate. Thought you wouldn't come because of you being ill and all."
"Where's Draco," asked Harry, ignoring both of their comments, focusing on what
they previously stated.
"Um..."
"No one knows, Harry. Snape said that he was in London, doing something. But
he's not here," Ron answered quietly, either gently or trying not to yell in
frustration.
"Probably doesn't want to see me," Harry whispered looking down at his hands,
holding Draco's gift like it was teddy bear. That was it. Was Draco mad at him
for being so weak? For not defending himself or running way? Harry had really
tried but not succeeded. Maybe it was because of what Lucius had done to
Narcissa’s wand. Did blame Harry for the fact it had been used to rape him and
that if had broken inside him? No, no that did not sound like Draco at all
"Oh Harry, he does. He tries all the time. Ron and I see him try to get by the
Order everyday we come and visit you. They're scared that you will get confused
again." As Hermione spoke, a hush came over the crowd. Conversation ceased like
a ripple that gave way to gasps. Harry heard Hermione whisper, "Oh my," than
silence.
"Harry," said a familiar voice. Harry looked up and stared in disbelieve. Draco
stood in front of him, but he looked quite different from their last encounter.
His hair was dyed muddy blonde color, darker than any Malfoy’s hair in the
past, his eyes magiced robin's egg blue. His hair hung wildly on his shoulders
as though tussled roughly, yet neatly brushing his cheeks that were fuller than
usual. "Harry do you know who I am?"
"Of course. You're Draco," Harry could feel tears welling in his eyes trying to
fall but he would not let them. He looked down as he held up the gift. "Happy
Birthday Draco. Here is your gift."
"You already gave me the best gift already," Draco whispered, kneeling in front
of him. Conversation started up again, Ron and Hermione left to snog somewhere.
Harry did not watch them leave. He was only looking at his brother.
His only family left....
***** Chapter 13 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 13
After his seventeenth birthday party (which was the biggest publicity stunt
ever), Draco tried to rethink his relationships. Severus turned out to be quite
fun and happy to do whatever he was in the mood for. Chains, whips, candles the
entire works, anything he needed to feel like he was in control yet not totally
in control. He understood the fear Draco had that if he could not control
someone that he would do the same thing that Lucius did to him to his own
children one day. Besides this warped since of security, Draco was falling in
love with him. Everytime Severus was inside him, he felt he was complete or
more so than before anyway. Sometimes they did not even have sex, and just
cuddled. Than he would remember Harry. Those green eyes that looked so big in
the heights of passion; that little pink tongue that be would suck on only to
receive noises of approval. Draco and Harry had started having sex together
under Lucius' influence when they were nine. When they were eleven, they began
to do it alone, away from their father. It was so forbidden yet so comforting.
They were the only ones who knew the secret of what their father did and that
was their binding point. It was also because once again Draco needed some type
of control, and Harry needed to know that not all sex was horrible that it was
supposed to something loving. But with Draco in love with Severus and Harry,
something had to be done.
It was a matter of time after his release from the Hospital Wing, before Harry
asked him to the Room of Requirements. Draco stepped through the newly
materialized door, into a room covered in flowers. Roses and ivy covered the
wall, some willow branches hanging from the ceiling to make a curtain, on the
far side of the room. It looked like something out of a fairy tale were the elf
queen would reside and take care of fallen soldiers before sending than home to
be with their wives.
"Hello Draco," Harry's voice sounded smooth and seductive from behind the
branches. The willow curtain parted and Harry stood in front of him wearing a
garter belt and a small matching red lingerie bra. He smiled at his brother
walking over, the high heels he wore echoing softly in the chamber. "You like
it?" he asked twirling to give the other a better view.
"I...," Draco did not know what to say. Harry looked beautiful in women's
clothing. This was going to be hard.
"I wear stuff like this all the time now under my clothes; it feels good and in
all honesty is helping my back. Ginny Weasly buys them for me. We are almost
the same size," Harry was wrapping his long slender arms around his neck, those
talented fingers playing with a strand of Draco's hair. "I like what you did
with your hair. And your eyes. I like the color." Harry's mouth was kissing him
slowly to his jaw line.
"Harry we have to stop this!" Draco pushed his brother away an inch, but he
knew it could have been a mile to the emerald eyes that looked at him in such
confusion and hurt.
"Stop? But you like when I kiss you like this!"
"Not any more!! This has to stop!! We're brother-"
"Not by blood!"
"That is not the point!" Draco said breathless with mounting frustration that
Harry could not see reason here. There had to be a law of some kind that
prevented it! Even though Draco wished there not to be, somewhere he felt,
there was law. "We are brothers, and Lucius is gone! We don't need to do this
any more."
"I love you Draco," Harry looked him with eyes of intensity that could put
Severus to shame, "I never really thought of this as being something Lucius
made us do. I thought we loved each other!" Harry was not crying, just looking
very hurt, but that did not make this any easier.
"I love you as a brother, and every time I did this I felt...damnit I felt
great!!! But now when I think about doing this to you I feel like I'm going
pick up where Lucius left off," Draco had to protect Harry. As hard as this
was, Draco had to get Harry to see reason. What he wanted in a lover was not
something Harry could ever understand or probably stand.
Harry's eyes looked at him shocked, "You are nothing like him!!! You ask if I'm
ok. You heal me, you clean me!! You and he are day and night."
"I'm still scared. And besides, I have to be loyal to my lover," there was only
one sure fire way to do this. Just straight out and tell him about Severus.
“‘Lover’?" repeated Harry, a look like he was being crushed reflected in those
dazzling eyes.
"Severus is my lover."
"SNAPE!! HE'S FOUR YEARS YOUNGER THAN DAD!!!"
"AND HE CAN PROTECT HIMSELF IF I GET TO BE LIKE DAD!!! YOU ON THE OTHER HAND,
ARE WEAK!" The moment it was said, Draco knew that he had gone too far. Harry's
eyes were filling with tears; his lip was quivering under his upper teeth. The
brunette sunk to his knees slowly trying to hide sobs under his hand.
"Go," was all Harry said from his position on the floor.
"Harry, I'm sorr-"
"GO!!!" screamed Harry, nearly punching the floor in attempt to bash Draco's
foot. Draco left looking back ever so often. The room sensing Harry's distress,
began to burn and shrivel up the roses, ivy and willow plants to ashes; like
the elf garden being destroyed by man. As the willow curtain fell, a bed was
revealed with a banner similar to the one that had been hung in Draco's
birthday.
The banner began to burn just like the rest of the decoration, but Draco had
already read it, now trying to hold back sobs of his own as the words were
burned in his eyes as was the image of his brother crying.
The banner had read, "WILL YOU MARRY ME, DRACO?"
A/N: Somewhere, drarry fangirls are planning to kill me.
***** Chapter 14 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 14
"STOP!! DRACO STOP THIS INSTANT!!" Severus yelled for the ninth time in three
weeks. The boy dropped the now blown out candle and the bloody knife that he
had been using. Usually the older man was alright with blood play, but Draco
had been a little over hasty. He grabbed his wand and banished the silk bonds
that had suspended Severus in midair. "What the hell was that about?! You have
been overly rough lately."
Draco just grumbled under his breath as he headed to the bathroom to finish off
his erection. Severus had noticed the boy become increasingly aggressive in
their making love sessions over the past few weeks. Sometimes, like now, he
would have to scream stop. Severus cleaned up all their toys and put them in a
trunk at the foot of his bed. By the time he was done, Draco was sitting on the
bed, waiting to be noticed.
"Sorry Sev," he whispered as Severus crawled up behind him on the other side,
hugging the boy close to his broad chest.
"It's ok. Why are you so rough these last few weeks?!" he asked gently stroking
the younger one's now muddy blonde hair. Draco did not say anything, just a
small sniffling noise, but it spoke volumes. "Is it because of you and your
brother are having a falling out period?"
"How do you know?!" Draco looked back up at him, his eyes slits, probably
thinking Severus spied on them. That was half the truth.
"The whole school knows! You two have been avoiding each other for weeks. Every
time I pair you both up in potions, you two barely say a word. And when you do,
Harry looks like he is on the verge of tears. Either Harry is very sensitive to
the plight of flobber worms or you two had a fight."
Draco played with the bedspread for a time before saying, "He invited me to..."
he paused for a moment as though weighing the chances of lying and telling the
truth, than, "to make love in the Room of Requirements. I went there and tried
to break up with him smoothly, but I yelled at him and called him weak. Harry
always hated being called weak. He was going to ask me to marry him!"
"Why would you break up with him? You two aren't blood related," Severus said
surprised at his lover's actions.
"He's supposed to be my brother! There has to be a law somewhere saying that is
wrong!! And you are my lover and I love you! I want to be loyal. Besides, I
don't think Harry could handle the type of sex we practice," Draco sounded
heart broken as he spoke the words, as though he had to keep saying them to
himself to make them mean something.
"We could adjust the game to for him," Severus offered, massaging the youth’s
hips, still clothed in leather.
"That's true - WAIT A MINUTE!!! YOU WANT HIM TO JOIN OUR GAMES?!! ARE YOU A
SICK PERVERT LIKE LUCIUS!" the boy's magiced eyes for a moment flashed gray.
Somewhere, deep down, was the creature born from the Malfoy Curse that neither
he nor Harry could ever erase totally.
Severus chuckled, "No, far from it! I do like to be dominated but to dominate
at the same time. And I take care of those who I dominate. They are equals to
me if I have sex with them. Also, I know the marriage laws of the wizarding
world," the boy looked confused at the last comment. "Any combination of a
triad marriage can take place as long as all parties are consenting. And also,
step children can get married to one another, as long as they are both
consenting.
As he expected, Draco jumped from the bed and began to search around for a
shirt, briefly forgetting he was a wizard and could just as easily summon them.
He found his shift and threw it on almost backwards at first before correcting
himself a little embarrassed. For a brief moment he just stood their, looking
confused and unsure, than he ran over to Severus and gave him quick kiss on the
cheek.
"You better be ready for the night of your life," Draco whispered in his ear
and rushed off to collect Harry. Severus stayed where he was for a moment
before going in search of his black robe.
Severus Snape's future looked quite bright, for once.
***** Chapter 15 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 15
"Harry are you sure about this?" asked Hermione again looking him over again
from the opposite couch in the common room.
"Yes. Madame Maxime is coming to give me give me the entrance test into
Beauxbatons over the holidays," Harry sighed, growing impatient that Hermione
of all people would be angry at his choice. Ever since he came to Hogwarts,
they had been the top of the class together. Their entire second year had been
telling off other schools who wanted to have them enroll in them instead of at
Hogwarts. Besides, Harry could not live in the same school as Draco and be
taught by Draco's lover. Harry had always had the fantasy to go to the French
Wizarding School and even taught himself French for that purpose. It would show
Draco who was weak!
"But you would have an extra year of school!" Ron interjected, still surprised
that Harry would rather have two more years of school rather than one. To
Harry, it was all part of his plan. He would move into Beauxbatons, than when
he was of legal age buy his own business. He would become successful quickly
due to his fame and his own talent, richer than any Malfoy could dream of, and
marry a super model (or just date a string of them). When he was done with his
school career, he would set up his business back in Britain. He could imagine
Draco's shocked face as he walked down Diagon Alley arm in arm of some French
beauty. Sure this was some strange fantasy but it was the only thing that had
kept him from crying at night.
The portrait swung open as Neville called over to the trio, "Harry your brother
wants to talk to you!"
"Tell him I don't want to talk to him!"
A pause followed as Neville relayed the message then, "He says he knew that you
would say that and you are being a stubborn ass."
Harry grumbled, standing up and walking out of the portrait excusing Neville as
messenger. The boy did not deserve people yelling at him for things that were
not his fault.
The moment he left the Gryffindor common room Draco tried to talk, "Harry I'm
sorry for calling you weak, but it slipped out! You have to understand..."
"I understand that I'm taking the entrance tell into Beauxbatons," Harry shot
back, as coolly as possible watching the other's reaction.
"Why?! Why move that far away?" Draco was shocked, already.
"Because I can not bear to be with the one I love who hates me and having to
sit through a class being lectured by his lover!" His eyes hurt as they felt
like crying but he forced them not to. His entire body shook and he felt cold
and clammy.
"Shhh, Harry, don't cry. I don't hate you. I love you. I really do, but I
thought it would be wrong of me to continue to be with you when I feel the same
way about Sev. But he likes you too! He wants you to be with us, forever. Have
you ever heard about the wizarding marriage laws?" asked Draco, rubbing his
back in soothing circles.
“‘Marriage of three people, of any gender, may marry if all parties are
consenting,' " recited Harry.
"How do you know that? Sev just told me!" Draco said, squeezing Harry closer as
he spoke. It was the first time Harry realized Draco was wearing leather pants,
and caught a scent of the familiar his brother.
"Hermione and I took Wizarding Government as an extra class. 'Sev' teaches it."
Draco growled deep in his throat, but the sound was not threatening it was a
promise of future things. "So will you join us?"
Harry would have considered this longer than a minute if Draco's hunger eyes
weren't raking over him and he had naughty visions of the Potion Master that he
had to admit were sexy. He vaguely noticed that Draco had not waited for an
answer as he dragged Harry off toward whatever game they had been playing.
But then again, Harry had already silently agreed to play. What was to the
point in thinking really?
A/N: Had a hell of time editing his one. Every time I typed a new word in, the
computer would erase what I already written. Pissed me off to no end!
***** Chapter 16 *****

Author's notes: Harry is adopted into the Malfoy family at age six and now,
with his lover/step brother Draco, he must try to escape from the horrible
abuse of Lucius Malfoy. This story is based on characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros.,
Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is
intended. Do not kill me Warning!!! Lots of Angst! And a scene with
crossdressing
===============================================================================
Chapter 16
Draco could see, hear, and smell how nervous Harry was standing front of
Severus. The older man looked like a king in his stately robe, in his favorite
kingly armchair. But unlike a king or Lucius for that matter he stared at them
with patience and concern.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Harry. You could watch if you
want," Severus said giving a quick smile to Harry for comfort.
"I can do this," Harry snapped, but he still looked quite nervous. He pulled
off his school jumper and undid his polo, yet did not take it off. With a
simple flick his wrist over his pants, button and zipper was undone and down.
Harry eased down his pants and boxers until he was bear except for his shirt.
Draco and Severus could not help but bless James and Lilly for their son's
lovely body. But the scars littering his arms and the invisible ones in his
thighs were testaments to several reasons they should have lived for this boy.
"Severus, I am not letting you....in me tonight. Draco knows how to make it so
the scars don't hurt."
"That is reasonable," Severus agreed still smiling his soothing smile that no
one saw in class.
"But I do know something that I can do," Harry said seductively, bending over
so his face was so near to his pink lips, though spreading his legs to give
Draco easy access. As Draco summoned lubricant he remembered that Harry had
never sucked cock to his knowledge. Lucius had always had the fear that his
pets would bite him if he tried to make them do it. Draco himself had done it
to a few people in the Slytherin dorms, so Harry would not be targeted. He had
felt so weak doing it he vowed that he would never ask his brother to do this
for him. Yet as he prepared Harry, he could see that his little brother was
really good at giving blow jobs as though bred and trained for this very task.
Severus moans were loud, filling the room, and if not for the silencing spell
the castle. But that soon left his mind as he slipped into his brother.
Harry moaned around Severus, who nearly screamed. Draco whimpered kissing
Harry's pale shoulder blade that was covered with sweat. This was absolute
heaven to see both of his great loves in this much pleasure! The little
brunette was now using his hands on the older brunette's cock, playing with him
like an instrument. The Potion Master was gripping the sides of his chair in an
effort not to grip his student's hair. The true Malfoy in the room began to
pound into his brother's tight ass, knowing that none of them were going to
last long.
Severus came first, screaming, "HARRY!!!" as he did so. He slumped backward
against his chair, stroking Harry's hair as he still milked the cock franticly.
Harry came second, just giving small cry, tears of whatever emotion he was
feeling and Severus cum ran down his face. He looked simply beautiful. He laid
his head in Sev's lap, since the older man was still stroking his hair
lovingly, and panted as Draco still pounded into him.
Draco came third and last, having watched his two lovers and how lovely they
looked in
their after glows. He came with a grunt, slumping against his little brother.
No, his lover. He smiled as they all rested in their position, before Severus
reached for his wand and began to clean Harry and Draco before turning his wand
on himself. Harry turned away, but Draco knew that he was happy that Severus
had cleaned them. That and it showed how much he cared. They retired to
Severus' living room, Severus was the only one could put on his robe, but Harry
and Draco made no compliant. They were lovers now and shyness had ended.
There was a pause as wine was served and sipped before a question that two
people had been pondering for sometime now, was asked. "Where on earth, Harry,
did you learn to suck cock like that?" Severus asked, smiling at the youth who
was sitting bow legged on the couch.
"M-mom," he answered, blushing as red as the merlot.
"MOM?!!" Draco repeated, trying to remember anything that could have given him
a clue if his mother was sex manic.
"I told her when I was fourteen that I was gay. She always wanted a daughter,
and since I came out she told me secrets that she had picked up. We practiced
on bananas and sometimes didlos. She wanted to be a 'cool' mom," Harry looked
sad and depressed as though he was speaking ill of the dead.
"God bless Narcissa!" Severus said raising his glass, so did Draco. His mother
had been such a good mother. No one in the world compared. Now his father....
As though in answer to his thought, a small pop and then a note landed between
them on the coffee table. On the envelope it read To Mr. Draco Malfoy, From the
Human Warden of Azkaban Prison. Draco took it, opened it and read. He had to
read it several times before it began to dawn on him what it said. He turned to
his lovers and read it aloud,
"Dear Draco Malfoy. Since you are now of age, you can receive this news
directly and not through your father's lawyers. Today at 3:19 pm, a riot ensued
here at Azkaban. Several inmates, your Aunt Bellatrix included, broke through
one of our barriers and got into the minimum Dementor part of the prison, where
your father was being held. They gang raped him in his cell until he was
finally killed when his throat was slit. We understand exactly what you must be
feeling and we are sorry for your loss. In 48 hours a lawyer should be around
to talk to you about the Malfoy estates. It is up to you if this knowledge it
sent a long to your brother. Hope you are well, Marius Chavez, Azkaban Warden
Office."
The room was silent, before they ran to the bedroom to celebrate. The letter
lay on the coffee table, face up so all who came in if any could read it.
Somewhere in Azkaban, a dirty old man was being thrown into a shallow poorly
dug but well deserved grave.
The End.
A/N: Hope you like my first ever fanfiction!! This was really fun to write, if
not a bitch at times. I love reading your guys reviews, so keep them coming.
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title) with actual MOVIE lyrics! (Maybe one or two from the MUSICAL).
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