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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Drama, Incest, Unusual_Sexual_Situation
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2003-06-26 Words: 2261
****** Immature ******
by Zhenia [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Father punishes his son
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
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     Author's notes: Ehh.theres icky sex in it
Immature
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. No profit at all. Summery: Classic, father
teaches son a lesson Pairing: Draco/Lucius
Author's note: this is my first slash fic...im very sorry, I just wanted to
give back to the "community"
"Stupidity, shear stupidity", mumbled Lucius as he glided across the Hall, his
trust cane, making a faint clack, clack, sound as it hit the ground. The edges
of his robes swayed just above his boots. His blond hair neatly tied in a
ribbon, which was undoubtly worth more, then most people whole attires. He was
in a rather foul mood after being summoned by Albus, for some treacherous
behavior that his son has, yet again bestowed upon Hogwarts. It had been
humiliating. He'd been in the middle of teaching the interns at the Ministry
something or other about Hexes, when who should owl him. The note read:
        Lucius Malfoy
                Immediately, depart for Hogwarts.
Simple enough he thought, but as he entered the room after the winding
staircase, he noticed a rather eerie silence. He placed his cane before him and
gestured towards Albus with a slight chuckle. "Well" he asked annoyed "What has
he done now?" Albus motioned towards the ground. Lucius leapt back as he say
Draco stupefied on the ground a look of anger stiff on his face. His school
robes caught in what seemed a disheveled style, as though he's been fighting.
"What is the meaning of this", he exclaimed while charging over towards Albus,
merely overstepping Draco. Albus eyes stiffened, his glazed over look seemed to
disappear and he looked up at Lucius with worry. He had been fighting again,
was his simple reply. "Fighting", Lucius looked at him in disarray, his voice
raised and appalled. He was lost, his second thought being "against who". Albus
seemed to have read his mind and replayed, "He had attacked Mr. Potter": slight
pause: "In what seemed to be a passionate argument about possession". Lucius
stared at him in disbelief. Draco, possession, idea's whirled in his mind. "As
iv heard, they both seemed to fancy the same girl" Albus continued, "Potter's
girl if I understand correctly". With this he removed the spell from the frozen
Draco. Lucius steeped back and mumbled some swear word in German or another one
of his many well-known languages.
"Father", replied Draco, obviously hiding his surprise. Even in the eyes of
fear, Draco could always keep his act up, one of his many talents. Lucius
placed his cane on the side of Draco's robes, preventing him from getting up.
Lucius gazed at Albus expression, which has now changed to anger. What of you
to say about your crimes Mr. Malfoy, asked Albus. Draco (still pinned by the
cape) looked up at Albus and replied a sneer forming on his delicate face; She
wasn't even bloody worth it.
**Time Warp to future (future being as soon as Draco and Lucius left Hogwarts)
While in the Chariot approaching the Malfoy Manor, Draco was sitting opposite
of Lucius staring at the window. His blond curls wisping along his temples. His
hands placed neatly in his lap, and his gray eyes thoughtful staring outside.
Lucius took another sip of his 58 Cognac, his body seemed to welcome the
alcohol and he felt slightly relaxed. No he thought, cannot show mercy, not
after him being expelled..
"Well", demanded Lucius, "explain yourself", his cane leaning against Draco in
a threatening notion. Draco relaxed at his father's voice and leaned forward
towards the cognac, and poured himself a drink. "I had the mudblood granger",
his replay sent Lucius into a state of anger. "You touched her, the filth,"?
Asked Lucius, his anger now liquefied as the alcohol reimbursed him. "Touched
wouldn't exactly be the choice of words", he announced, more like took ". A
smile played on his lips. The bitch cried and cried, she even begged. You
should have seen it, her little Griffindor courage was hanging on a thread,
such amusement. Slowly he leaned backing into the velvet lining of the chariot,
thinking about his little memory. "After a while she even began enjoying it.:
he continued.: The little shit kept crawling back for more, begging me to do it
again, just one more time. She ruined all my fun. Eventually I told her, I
couldn't stand her filthy body near me." Apparently, he continued, that's when
she got upset. Told Potter I'd rapped her and all. When he "confronted" me, I
told him I wanted an honorable magical dual, but he attacked me. Leave it to
Albus's Golden boy to benefit as a hero, while I get expelled. He said his last
statement so bitterly.
Lucius chuckled, "you lie". Now Draco was listening good-naturedly, whilst
panic lingered behind his eyes. "Come now Draco, reduced to basic instincts and
bad lying, I feel iv failed as a father", he noted with amusement. At this
moment the chariot arrived at the Malfoy Manner, Lucius put down his glass, as
Draco waited for the elves to get the door. He wanted to get as far away from
his father as possible, for he was acting very peculiar.
It must have been the alcohol Lucius has said to himself after it was all done,
because now he had a bit of a hang over, and was late for work. This is what he
does remember. The second Draco had stepped out of the Chariot Lucius, had
knocked him down with his cane, from behind. Over stepping his son, he briefly
kicked his arm. "Get up, Now!"
Slowly Draco arose, he tried to keep his collective self, but he knew what was
coming. "Los", continued Lucius.
As they enter the Malfoy Manor, Draco was pushed into his father's private den.
"You see, Draco", Draco winced at the sound of his name,. "I am quite
acquainted with exactly what happened", you became her little toy, her ...pet.
He spat the last word out as thought it was poison on his lips. I am terribly
disappointed in you Draco, being weak and all, disgracing the family name. At
this he leaned back on his chair in deep thought. ::how best to punish the
boy:: he thought.
An idea came to him at this moment, and he shifted suddenly towards his sons
face. "Sit up". And Draco sat straight up, awaiting further instructions.
Hopefully he would be sent to his room. "Let me see you strip", Lucius said in
a calm yet demanding voice.
Draco's eyes amplified in confusion and shock. Lucius seemed to read his mind,
and began to calmly explain that he has no problem in using the Cucius curse on
him. At the mention of Crucius, Draco was trounced by painful childhood
memories, of him bending and breaking on his bed, while his father stood over
him grinning. He quickly removed his cloak, followed by his black school shirt
and trousers. It seemed colder in the room, as the rest of his clothing was
removed. He stood before his father virtually nude except for his black satin
boxers.
Lucius gestured for Draco to come towards him, but as soon as he took one step,
he felt his father mutter several words, followed by a fiery pain. He was
overwhelmed with pain and dropped to the ground, sweat gathering on his
forehead. Cries escaped his treacherous lips and he lay at the mercy of his
father. Lucius ended the curse, and watched as Draco stabilized, and looked at
him.
"Now" he said "crawl to me".
Draco began his imitation of a submissive cat, and cautiously approached his
father. Lucius placed his hand affectionally on the nape of his son's neck, and
stroked him for a moment. He eased him into his lap, and looked into his eyes.
"You've disappointed me Draco , this is all entirely your fault, and don't you
forget that". It was already too late for his warning; everything was already
permanently marked in his mind. Like a tombstone. He pulled his son into a
ravenous kiss, near well bruising his lips. Draco dared not to pull away, in
fear for more pain. ::clear your mind:: he repeated to himself.
Suddenly Lucius arose allowing Draco to fall on the floor. Follow me, he said.
They continue down the hall, with Draco shivering in his boxers. They stopped
before a wall, and Draco just couldn't resist sneering at his fathers ill move
(that being to bring him before a wall). Lucius, slowly lifted his wand towards
the center of the wall and muttered a spell, rummonus hiddeus. The walls slid
apart brick by brick to reveal a spacious room, with a large banner of the
Slytherin's house symbol. Right under it, Draco saw a metal table. ::Run:: his
mind screams, abruptly he turn to do so, but his father had already cast and
immobulcorpus on his body. His mind screamed as he was magically driven towards
the shiny table.
Lying on the table was awkward and hostile. Lucius circled him like prey. "Now,
son, tell father the truth", he said calmly, as thought he was manipulating
Draco into telling him who broke the vase or something. "She wanted me, I
couden-", he was cut short by the sudden collapsing of his lungs. "Now this
spell, he smirked, can kill in a matter of minutes, it causes your lungs to
break inward, you studied anatomy you know what that means." Lucius explained,
his hair falling past his shoulders as he moved closer to Draco face.
Why was father doing this , wondered Draco, for the spell left him limp and
gasping for air. Lucius pulled his shoulders up towards him and began studying
his small form. Given that years of Quidditch had given his a lean tone, it
simply couldn't compare with Lucius own muscular physic. Lucius moved stealthy
and positioned himself between Draco's thights. Pity, he made him undress, he
thought, it would have been that much more fun to ravage him first.
Now tell me, and this IS the last time im saying this, what happened with that
filthy mudblood,hm? Draco whimpered, as he felt his fathers' strength against
his own, making him start squirming. He began to ramble under this new pressure
"I had feeling for her, im dreadfully s..s..sorry , it just happened, then she
went to potter, I was devastated, that bitch how could-", he was cut short by a
sudden slap. His father had risen from his domineering position, and was now
panting with rage.
"I keep forgetting that your juvenile, and thick, but I'll teach you a lesson.
After all, it my duty as a parent". The look of fear on Draco's face furthered
his anger. What had he spent years teaching that boy about showing ...emotions.
"Up" he commanded.
Draco arose instantly, as if by magical strings. "Lie on your stomach"
Draco turned on his stomach and wondered if he was going to be cursed again.
Maybe he'd use the killing curse, if he was so lucky. Instead he felt Lucius's
hands on his back. Cool and soothing. They slowly turned to stones as they
pressed him even further into the table. Suddenly half the table gave way under
him, and disappeared into the ground bellow. He was now in a bending position
over a cold metal table, trembling at the thought of what was to come. Crucio,
his mind began to plea, anything but what his current thought feared. Lucius,
left his shoulders and proceeded to his wrists. He never used ropes or any
magical bonding. It much more fun to feel them squirm under you, feel there
pulses in there wrists run wild. He leaned against Draco's bare body. His cock
was rigid and the thought of what was to come was making him impatient. "Now,
don't disappoint me,", he said as he force himself into Draco's body. Draco let
out a high shriek, something one might hear when a child falls of his/her bike
and discovers a tiny cut. He would not cry he thought, he would not show any
fear. Lucius, thrust deep inside him, his hands firms holding Draco in place.
He began to pick up the pace, working all the way to his abdomen. This was
simply delicious; Draco must have been a virgin. This last thought drove him
into another round of quick deep thrusts and after about 10 or so minutes he
began to climax. During the duration of this time, all Draco could do was
whimper. His sweaty cheek slid vaguely against the metal. His eyes misty with
water, from not blinking. His own ignored arousal bruised against the table.
Yet he did not voice a simple resistance, not once did he utter no or stop.
Just slipped silently into his own world. He felt his inner walls, broken, and
he felt bile, in his throat. He started to shake compulsively under his
fathers' ruthless hands. Lucius meanwhile finished of his orgasmic journey, and
collapsed onto Draco. Slowly his breathing became steady and he conjured up his
clothing. Meanwhile Draco watched, as he did when he was small, as Lucius
adjusted his shirt and smoothed out the edge of his cloak.
He walked to the adjacent wall and tapped it three times. He looked back at the
lovely sight and sighed. "I have three days to make you a Malfoy, today was a
combined lesson, ::he smirked::, don't lie to your elders and never, and I mean
never show emotions. With this he departed into the main hall, apparently he
was late for the ministry.
*KaHeTc*
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