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Fallen Angels, Fallen in Love	By : numbsickfuck Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Lucius Views: 26889 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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("Though shameful, it's rather convenient to let those Muggle creatures believe they own us." -Lucius)

Fallen Angels, Fallen in Love

Lucius Malfoy was worried. Someone had stolen one potion from his personal collection of exotic drugs. A certain someone, namely Draco Malfoy. That, in itself, was not worth worrying about. Lucius and his son had been playing mindgames of deceit from the time Draco had learned to speak. The lean, beautiful Pureblood was very fond of Draco being a mischievous, amoral thrillseeker, quite like Lucius himself had been in his youth, quite like Lucius still was behind his perfect masks of deceit. Those masks were the external mark of their real difference, as Lucius' almost perfect self-control was the trait that young Draco was still trying to learn and he made mistakes from time to time.

That was the cause of Lucius' distress, as the bottle Draco had taken contained Breath of Inanna. It was the best date-rape potion ever, of course an invention of the brilliant potion-maker Severus Snape, an old, good friend and occasional lover of Lucius'. The drug caused or increased lust in small doses, lust merged with affection in larger ones and prolonged use caused incurable waning of self-control and willpower, those qualities that defined the core of being a Malfoy. And Draco knew this, as Lucius had harshly and seriously warned Draco about the dangers of Breath of Inanna while giving him one single drop as a special treat on Draco's last birthday, to make the fulfilment of their incestuous lust and love even more intense for one night.

If Draco had stolen the potion to use and abuse someone else and evaded being caught, all was more than well and Lucius would be very proud of his son. Even if he had failed the latter, Lucius would be able to use his subtle, powerful influence to save Draco from all the trouble and punishment at Hogwarts. To save him for more painful punishment at Malfoy Manor. Much more painful for both body and mind but a punishment which would, in the end, make Draco stronger of will and wiser in ways of lies and deceit. But if his precios Draco, his greatest love, his Pureblood heir was using the drug himself, willingly succumbing to the downward spiral leading to be a subwizard scum, then he was no more a Malfoy and as good as dead.

Lucius knew Draco's mind as clearly and well as his body; lithe, pale and androgynous, as beautiful as his father in his own way. And he loved his son's personality, even more than his body. The boy was a clever, witty little libertine and had actually started their incestuous relationship by making sexual advances to his father. As Lucius and Draco both shared a love so great it knew no boundaries and an intense penchant for decadent lusts, especially those that the world outside shunned as really evil and forbidden, incest was a rather natural choice. Very natural because Malfoys were so pure perfection in spirit, body and mind that no one else could be compared to them. They deserved each other for nobody else was good enough for them.

Draco was a loving son, obedient in important things. For example, he had not asked about the Chamber of Secrets again when Lucius denied him the knowledge he obviously had. Then again, that might have something to do with the platinum blond wizard's rather serious threat. Though Draco was in no means innocent, he was certainly too young to even know anything about the deepest Dark Arts. Especially as he was so very proud of his heritage, being a Pureblood and especially being a Malfoy. And, therefore Draco, being himself, was of course also proud about the well-enough hidden fact that the Malfoy bloodline had always been, and still was the very embodiment of the finest Dark Wizardry.

Lucius' beautiful son was skilled in the fine arts of lying and betrayal for being so young and treated anyone inferior to him with no compassion whatsoever, feigning interest, friendship and even love for people when they were useful and throwing them away after that. Despite being somewhat spoiled, Draco understood that Lucius' rather Nietzschean upbringing was, in the long run, much more loving and caring than Narcissa's ways of fulfilling Draco's every wish, no matter how petty.

So the possibility of Draco becoming a complete failure was very small but it was still there. His birthday gift had, of course, been a test as Lucius was constantly forcing his son beyond his limits. One single drop and never, ever again, he had told Draco before giving the drug and he seemed to understand completely. But still, the boy was so very young and inexperience combined with eagerness for all kind of decadence and debauchery could be a very dangerous combination. Well, Lucius would soon find out as Draco would come home today. He drowned his distress in concentrating on a book of rather advanced Dark Magic about using Legilimency to find out, awaken and intensify all shamed and therefore suppressed desires hidden in a chosen target's subconscious.

Lucius' studies were interrupted by a loud noise upstairs. (Bloody house-elves. I'll order all of them together, cast Cruciatus on the one making undesirable noises and after that the same for the others to make my point clear.) As if the blond Pureblood's thoughts were an invitation, a house-elf Apparated in Lucius' study.
"Master. Master's beloved son is in the Master's medical room."
"Excellent, Grumpy. Now, go to the eastern dungeon and bang your head against the wall for an hour because your shrill voice made me extremely annoyed."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Lucius suppressed a gasp of relief. (Praised be Belial, Draco has not been doing anything stupid with the potion, because he so much wants me to notice he's trying to return it. My delightful dragon is never that clumsy.) He drew fine black centaur-skin gloves on his perfectly manicured, flawless hands, tucked his wand in the breast pocket of his stylish, black, snake-embroidered silk dress robe and took his cane, all black except its handle a silver snake's head, beautiful, sharp and menacing. Quite like Lucius himself. He vanished from his study, smirking.

Lucius Apparated into the "medical room", more accurately described as "very extensive collection of most exotic, expensive and forbidden potions and other drugs-room" and saw everything being as he had expected. Draco was performing a somewhat advanced opening spell on the locked door of an ornate oaken cabinet and holding a small, green, snake-shaped potion on his other hand. Startled by the sudden appearance of his father, gloriously menacing with his combination of beauty and subtle might, Draco stared at him with fear in his eyes. Lucius looked at him with a stern but rather indifferent expression merged with hints of suppressed anger while actually keenly observing Draco's feigned emotions.

(Quite an impressive mask, my precious. One that would really fool most people. Not me for I surely know your false fear well and the very real lust behind it even better. But then again, you know that. I think I'll play along for a while as your development in the fine art of deception is making me rather proud.) "Draco, I would like to hear what you are doing here and why, in the name of Loki, you are holding my personal property in your hand, especially as that potion should be inside my cabinet."
"I... I found it on the table in one our smaller dining-rooms and, being a dutiful son, I thought I should put it back where it belongs." (Fucking hell, that was a too bloody obvious lie.)

"Ah. Well done, Draco. You are a good boy." (Not good at all, Draco. If you don't improve your behaviour, I have to deny you the punishment you are craving all too clearly. It seems that you still have quite a lot to learn about the fact that while pleasure from pain is rather enjoyable, no Malfoy asks for it that improperly.)
"Thank you, Father." It took extreme effort but Draco managed to smile and kept his anger, painful, aching lust and disappointment inside. (Bloody. Fucking. Necro. Hell. Stupid me. Guess I'm going to wank myself topainful death tonight.)

Lucius observed Draco's expression and after that the bottle, noticing that it had been used on someone.
(That's good. Self-control and abuse. That's my boy. You have a story to tell and if it is interesting enough, you will get your reward. Possibly even my cock inside your virginal arse, as you have been begging for it so deliciously. You have been longing for our perfect union for such a long time. As have I.)

Lucius opened the door of his personal drug cabinet and put the bottle in its proper place, as the lock spell was, of course, made so that it did not work on the elder Pureblood himself. He stroke Draco's cheek tenderly, allowing a hint of menace to creep into his voice. Lucius' fine, black leather glove felt so utterly nice on his son's soft skin. It was one of those, oh so many things the young Slytherin had missed during his school year, missed so badly it hurt.

"No, Draco. You have not behaved well. You have been a naughty, sinful and wicked child, little thief and a bad liar to top that. So, you certainly must have a very interesting reason for stealing a bottle of Breath of Inanna from my personal cabinet." He took the leather glove off from his left hand and dug one carefully sharpened fingernail deep into his son's neck, drawing one deep red drop of pure blood. "And I suggest you will explain yourself now."
Draco suppressed a moan of pleasure, meeting Lucius' stern gaze with his own grey eyes betraying both lust and mischief.
(My delightful drakeling certainly loves to play with fire, one reason being it burns.)
"Sure will, Father. Although I think you would like to see the whole story." (Motherfucking Hell, it looks like I'm still getting lucky.)

Draco pressed his lithe body seductively against Lucius' luxurious black silk dress robe as the beautiful silvery-blonde Pureblood stroked his son's cheek and his neck, his hands covered again in black, tight-fitting gloves.
"So it's time for a look in the Pensieve, you think? A nice little memory from Hogwarts?" (Ah. You certainly have learned that the very best gifts may not be expensive. At least not expensive in galleons.)
"Yes, Father. That kind of memory I'm sure you will enjoy."

"We shall see." Lucius choked Draco's throat slightly for a moment with one hand, stroking his son's soft hair with the other and bit gently his earlobe, uttering the spell lazily, like an afterthought. "Accio Pensieve." (Well, I must admit that when I started to practise using wandless magic as a teenager, the initial reason was to make spellcasting easier while my both hands were otherwise occupied.) In Lucius' study, a heavy chalice made of dark green marble rose up in the air and floated slowly, landing on the sturdy, oaken table before father and his son.

Draco was positively glowing with arousal. His father's subtle dominance turned him on like nothing else. Lucius' physical form in itself was perfection; more beautiful than handsome with long hair like liquid silver, skin pale as moonlight and grey eyes sharp as a sacrificial dagger, lean but strong body, delicate, aristocratic features and his scent like autumn nights, dark and sensual, but it was his father's immense power combined with absolute self-control and cunning intelligence, pure perfection in ways of deceit and decadence, aura of menace around him and harsh but deep love for Draco inside, that made Lucius lusciousness incarnate.

Draco took his wand from the hip-pocket of his black velvet trousers and slid it seductively through his hair, the silver cord of his memory being almost the same colour. Licking his lips, Draco dropped the memory into the Pensieve for Lucius to watch, though Draco himself certainly didn�t mind seeing that scene again. Especially watching it with his father, eagerly waiting to see and, possibly feel, his reactions.

There were mild traces of irritation on Lucius' face when he saw Harry Potter, but those disappeared rather soon while he watched his own son carefully stepping on the way of a young Gryffindor boy Potter had left crying after him, seeing Draco comforting the boy with absolute lies.

"Rather skilful, my deceitful darling. Who is that boy, by the way?" (Seeing my son, my flesh and blood, at work is very ...nice.) Lucius slid his right hand, still covered with the leather glove, gently along his son's jawline.
"Ah.. a Mudblood first-year. Colin.. umm.. Creevey."
Lucius slapped Draco's right cheek sharply.
"It's always good to remember the details, Draco."
"Yes.. Oh yess..."
Quite obviously, Draco's vocal reaction was mostly born from the torturing pleasure-pain Lucius was giving him, not from his father's somewhat sarcastic remark. Especially as Draco was now arching his young, lean body against Lucius and caressing his neck with fluidlike motions, so very skilled for a boy at his age. Most grown-ups couldn't do better.

In the Pensieve, Draco sent Colin Creevey away and was soon searching his tools of choice from his trunk. When he took the bottle of Breath of Inanna from the Dark Box of Secrets Better Left Untold Lucius had given him as a Samhain present, the older Pureblood left out a low chuckle.

"Using the gift I have given for you to hide the potion you stole from me? You. Little. Mischievous. Bitch." The last four words were all accompanied with light, teasing slaps on Draco's cheeks, now turned rosy both from Lucius' earlier actions and the absolute, needy lust that was consuming the young Pureblood at this very moment.

"Ahh.. yess.. your bitch... please, Father... more.. anything..." Words came between moans Draco could not suppress, squirming against his father's lean but powerful form.
(I guess I have to forgive your lapses of self-control for now. It has been a very long time and you are still so young. So deliciously young.)

Lucius touched his son's painfully hard prick softly through his black velvet trousers, casting a wordless Veto Emitis Sub-Immercia, a spell which made it impossible for him to come but also smoothly eased his aching lust. Draco gasped from relief and now gaining control of himself again, took his wand and sent a little, magical flying kiss on his father's mouth, seductive in its innocence. Lucius licked his lips and smirked as he watched Draco carefully mixing Breath of Inanna with Butterbeer, mixing the concoction with Colin and after that, sharing so very false confessions with the young, inexperienced Gryffindor boy, observing Draco's real emotions behind his masks.

"How very Slytherin of you, Draco."
"Thank you, Lucius. Still, the best parts are yet to come." Draco sniggered.
"That, then, again, was rather an unsophisticated answer." (Even though ...I love my drakeling being unsophisticated from time to time.)
"I'm sorry, Father. I still have so much to learn." Drawn like a moth to the flame that was Lucius, Draco ran his nimble fingers down his father's dress robes, softy feeling Lucius' hard cock. Draco tilted his head upwards, his grey eyes shining with impish lust. "And I do think you like teaching me."
"As a matter of fact, it does give me certain pleasure. However..." Lucius removed Draco's hand off his prick and twisted the boy's wrist very skilfully, causing just enough pain to both strengthen Draco's masochistic arousal and warning him not to stretch his father's patience. "...now I would like to watch your memory."

Draco held Lucius' hand, silent and obedient but smirking lasciviously as he really wanted to see the rest of his memory from outside. The Malfoy decadence, the Malfoy narcissism.

Lucius' smirk was as lustful as he watched his adorable son seducing the young Gryffindor boy, aroused by the sight of two adolescent boys snogging. Draco skilful and calculating, Colin innocent and clumsy, his eagerness drawn to the extremes by the Breath of Inanna. Lucius drew his son closer, breathing Draco's unique scent, soft and gossamer like a summer night.
"Ah, you are definitely a benevolent soul, my silver dragon, giving that Mudblood a present, a right to take your Pureblood cock inside his mouth."
"Well, you know I like it filthy sometimes."

Draco opened some buttons of his father's luxurious dress robe to slide his hand inside, caressing Lucius' sensitive nipples with gentle motions. The platinum-blond Dark Wizard allowed himself to moan softly.

When the memory reached the point where Draco coerced Colin to swallow his semen, telling it was in its salty bitterness quite like a healing potion, Lucius burst into uncontrollable silvery laughter, something even Draco had never seen his father doing. Never, ever had Draco witnessed Lucius dropping his masks of deceit away from sheer happiness.

"By the grace of Lilith, you are so my son, Draco. You may not have known, but I have used that very same reasoning to get my ...chosen to suck and swallow." At this point Draco was also laughing so hard that tears were flowing from his eyes. Lucius grasped Draco tightly in his arms, father and son both succumbing to this intense mutual joy.

Lucius, of course, gained his self-control back very soon and let his son gently down, Draco's slim body still shaking from laughter.
"So very beautiful scene you have entertained me with. You make me proud, my angelic incubus. Using that young Mudblood for your own pleasure, cunningly enough that in the end he has maybe even fallen in love with you. As he still is a lap-dog of that so-called Boy Who Lived, he will probably be quite a useful source of information. How very Malfoy of you, my hellflower." (Draco definitely will get the one Yuletide present he has been yearning for. Not that I am telling him that now.)
"Well, I am your son."

Lucius smirked. Draco's heart leaped with happiness and pride, as he knew his father well enough to understand that these words hid a passionate "I love you" between the lines. Lucius took his black leather gloves off, bit Draco's neck leaving teeth-marks and slid his right hand inside his androgynously beautiful Pureblood son's trousers, caressing his prick teasingly. All hard and aroused, Draco rubbed his arse against his father's erection.

"Mmh... Thank you, Father. Thank you so much."
"However... I do not take kindly to anyone stealing my personal property, so there is still the matter of your punishment." Lucius unbuttoned his silk dress robe, carefully folding it on the table. Wearing now a black silk shirt, dark green velvet trousers and black, knee-high dragon-hide boots, he sat on the big, ornate oaken chair, smirking.
"Draco. Undo your trousers and get on my lap. Now."

That certainly did not take much time as the boy was wearing only soft black velvet trousers and a fine, white silk shirt embroidered with perfect black Dark Marks. Very perfect, as Lucius had been using Cruciatus on the house-elf that had been doing the embroidery, every time it made even a slightest mistake. Draco stripped himself completely naked with graceful motions.

Lucius suppressed a sigh of burning desire, enticed by his son's pale, flawless nudity, his angular, beautifully androgynous face, his big, bright grey eyes and long eyelashes, his nimble, deceptively frail form hiding his strength of will and his stamina. Lucius smiled lasciviously, noticing some delightful changes of Draco growing more mature. All baby-fat gone, his lean body looked even more beautiful. His hardened cock was bigger and there were some soft curls of pale silvery-blonde hair on his groin but no hair in his armpits, nor on his chest or stomach. There was an ethereal, fey-like quality about him, and his movements... Draco did not walk, he glided.

"I have been a very naughty boy. I.. I'm so sorry."
Draco tried to feign some fear and regret in his voice but that was not very plausible. Licking his lips lusciously, climbing on his father's lap so eagerly, carefully moving his thighs apart to put his perfect arse into an even more vulnerable position, rubbing his erection against Lucius' body. Not plausible at all.

Lucius touched softly the hairless cleft between Draco's arse cheeks, causing him purr softly from pleasure. (A shaving spell. How very thoughtful of you, my fallen cherub.) He slapped Draco's bottom hard, thrice and then caressed his scrotum tenderly. Lucius dug the nail of his left hand's index finger, carefully sharpened, deep into his son's back, drawing blood, while soothing the burning afterglow on his bottom with gentle movements of his right hand. Another hard blow on Draco's reddened arse, Lucius' hand touching his son's erection teasingly. Draco sucking his own precome from Lucius' fingers hungrily, desperately.

While Draco had received quite a few spankings from his father and was rather experienced, not to mention a true natural in ways of receiving pleasure from pain, Lucius knew his son's body even better than the Pureblood boy did himself. He gave Draco hard, bruising blows, tender strokes and soothing whispered words, a few times touching Draco's cock lightly and once, after using a wordless Lubricatus spell, inserted his middle finger slowly and carefully inside the boy's rectum for a little while, all this done with absolute skill and experience, gently tearing his son's last remnants of self-control away.

Draco wriggled on his father's lap, moaning, losing himself deeper and deeper in the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain only his father could give him. Draco knew so well how Lucius was able to pull his strings, making him lose all control, bringing him on the verge of orgasm Lucius' spell denied from him. While Draco glorified in this ecstatic agony, he would not allow anyone else to have such an advantage on him, anyone else but his father, loving and loved deeper than life ...or death.

"Oh, no. You have not only been very naughty, you still are and you're growing up more wicked and sinful every day. And, my adorable little imp, you definitely arenot sorry about that." (I would be very disappointed if you were.)
"Oh.. Oh yess... Wicked and twisted, yearning for more pain."
Draco managed to rise his head to look at his father' face with his big, grey eyes so needy, so hazy with lust. Lucius' equally grey eyes showed amused satisfaction born from perfect control and he was smirking lasciviously. He backhanded Draco's cheek, at the same time touching his son's sensitive rear entrance lightly, teasingly. Draco was lost for words, lost for moans and could only gasp and pant from this torturing, yet wonderful sensation.

Allowing his son to catch his breath, Lucius caressed bruises on Draco's delicate bottom, tenderly and oh, so slowly while Draco let out soft moans of pleasure, his aching hardness against Lucius' dark green velvet trousers, feeling his father's erection, touching Lucius' prick through the soft fabric.
"Oh, it seems like I hurt you a bit too much, my precious. Therefore I suggest you to get on your knees so I can give you a healing potion."

Lucius smirked. Letting out a silvery burst of laughter, Draco dropped on his knees before Lucius in one graceful motion, unbuttoning his father's trousers very quickly, longing to have his father's cock, long and thick, inside his mouth. But, despite his painful desire, the androgynous Pureblood boy could not bear to just succumb to taking Lucius' prick deep inside his mouth filling his aching emptiness. This had to be done with style, for while Draco was as filled with wild, uncontrollable hormones as any boy at his age, he also was a Malfoy to the core; aristocratic, proud, controlled and decadent. Draco kissed the tip of Lucius' prick lightly like a naive little boy seduced into fulfilling lusts he couldn't understand, nor imagine. His father watched Draco's feigned antics with amused desire.

"Such a beautiful sight, my perverted precious. That would be rather natural for a child, though you have never been that innocent." (Certainly not as I will always remember the very same false mask of naivety on your beautiful face the first time I woke up feeling your sweet lips on my cock. By Azazel, you were ten.)

Draco continued by mockingly shy licks on the head of his father's cock, then giving in to his own desire as the movements of his tongue grew more hungry and skilled, finding and teasing all sensitive spots on Lucius' prick, hearing his soft hisses and moans of pleasure. Tilting his head upwards, he met his father's gaze, tongue still caressing the tip of his cock.

"You haven't ever tried that 'it's good for your health'-trick on me, Lucius."
"Draco, my son. You are a Malfoy, meaning you're absolutely too clever to fall on such an obvious ruse. Besides, I did not have to, as you have always been so eager to lick and swallow my seed every time I have allowed you that, my little cock-tease of a libertine."
"How could I not love to taste the sheer purity of your semen? It's the fluid that gave me my life, Father."
"Half of the truth, Draco. As I happen to know so well how very much you want to feel dirty, my beautiful son."
Draco was rather unable to answer as his mouth was now very much filled with his father's hard cock, sucking it deep inside his mouth and throat while still using his tongue to give Lucius more pleasure. After being apart from his true love for such a long time, even Lucius with his supreme self-control, couldn't last long.
"Finite Incantatem." Lucius drawled, reaching his wand to touch the tip of Draco's deliciously tortured cock, releasing him from the Veto Emitis charm that had prevented him from coming. "Ahh.. Draco, you may touch yourself if you want to."

Draco grasped his agonizingly hard prick like his life depended on it, coming all over the fine unicorn-hide carpet, his exquisite cries of pleasure muffled by his father's cock while Lucius took a good grip of his son's hair, fucking his throat even deeper, enjoying the spasms of Draco's violent orgasm. Then, almost pulling out, Lucius hissed softly from release as intense as Draco had felt, filling his son's mouth with his Pureblood seed, truly the same that had given life to his son almost thirteen years ago. Draco swallowed Lucius' semen with greed while still carefully letting a small stream of slightly transparent white liquid run down his chin. Although weak and hazy from treading the blurred line between ecstasy and agony for so long, Draco smirked like an imp.

Even while relaxed and satisfied (for the moment at least), Lucius gasped from desire. As adorable as his son's flawless beauty was, Draco looked even more lascivious now, glowing with wicked love, bruised and used, his hair damp from sweat of their passion, his father's seed staining his perfect face. There was no question from whom Draco had inherited his movements of graceful agility, as Lucius moved in one fluidlike motion on the floor near Draco, cupping his pointy cheek on his right hand and slowly licking his own semen from Draco's chin, savouring the taste, the debauchery and his son's soft whimpers of pleasure.

Lucius kissed Draco with absolute passion, his tongue soft but so demanding inside his son's mouth. Draco answered his father's kiss with submission and extreme lust, licking Lucius' tongue like he had licked his cock before, gently probing his father's mouth with his own tongue, so deliciously raw from the brutal blowjob. After a moment that felt like an eternity of bliss, Lucius bit Draco's already bruised lower lip gently and broke the kiss, suddenly wearing his stern facade again, his voice devoid of any emotions.
"How improper of you, my son, as it seems like you forgot to clean the mess you made."

Already aroused by the Dark Wizard's dominant kiss, Draco felt his cock harden from the sheer sight of Lucius gaining his self-control immediately. The androgynous Pureblood boy bent forwards and licked his father's prick clean with soft, slow motions of his tongue, enjoying each lick immensely, as did Lucius too.

" Oh yess.. They must serve such lousy food at Hogwarts as it seems that you can't ever get enough of my seed after you come home, my precious cock-sucker." His voice was so teasing that Draco gasped from pleasure while now gently licking his father's scrotum.

"Ahh... little harder, my son.. just like this... yess..." While Draco didn't actually need much instruction, Lucius aimed for perfection in satisfying both his own and Draco's needs and he knew perfectly well how intense a turn-on his subtly dominant lazy drawl was to his son. "By Astarte... ohh..."
Draco took Lucius' balls into his mouth, first left, then right, there was no suction but he licked them oh, so lightly and tenderly.
"Such a good boy... such a good slut..." Lucius felt himself being drawn to this intense passion from his son's sweet, skilled mouth but he had other plans. "Draco. Stop. Now.", his order making Draco sigh from loss as he carefully slid his father's right testicle out of his mouth and gave a small lick on Lucius' cock head.

Lucius finally paid attention to the fine unicorn-hide carpet soiled with Draco's come and summoned a house-elf.
"Master. How I can serve Master?"
"Clean that carpet, Twinky. And make sure you clean it perfectly. And after that, hammer twenty-three nails on your left arm for interrupting our intimate moment."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
The house-elf took the carpet with it and Disapparated.

"Guess what I've learned at Hogwarts, Lucius?" While buttoning his trousers again, his father arched one eyebrow in mild interest.
"This. Feels so much better than the Scourgify spell." Nimble beyond belief, Draco bent his agile body forwards, reaching his own still-hard prick with his mouth and tongue. First licking the head of his cock with light movements, then sucking half of his length inside his mouth, obviously enjoying immensely both the process and arousing his father with the sight. Not that it didn't work, Lucius had always adored his son's graceful, fluidlike movements, not to mention the sight of Draco's beautiful lips wrapped around his hard shaft.
"Ah. You always look so sweet while sucking a Malfoy cock, Draco." (Beautiful sight, yes. But my Pureblood heir has much more important things to learn than being a pretty boy toy. And I shall make sure he will understand that.)

Having now sucked his own prick clean, Draco let out a laugh like liquid silver. But that happiness suddenly died on his lips as he saw real sinister interest behind Lucius' luscious facade and soft voice. Lucius wanted his son to see his anger, wanted to hear if Draco had skipped his studies for he certainly knew his son's decision-making moved too often from his brain to his cock.
"Learning that important skill must have taken quite a lot of your time, my son."

Draco sighed from relief, his voice full of pride and his smirk rather mischievous.
"Don't worry, Father. It was rather easy as I am quite nimble and the time I have practised sucking myself off has not interrupted my studies. Especially not those enjoyable extra courses of Dark Arts you ordered me to study. Actually I have studied those forbidden curses and charms on the pathetic, useless Lockhart's fucking Defence against Dark Arts lessons as it was rather easy to cast an illusion charm on the books you gave me. I even managed to cast an Imperius Curse on a Muggle while wandering outside Hogwarts grounds."

As Lucius knew so well when Draco was speaking the truth, all hints of anger on his face turned into pure, shining pride and he wrapped his arms lovingly around Draco, biting his neck violently, drawing more blood while casting a wordless, wandless spell to soften his fingernails.
"Draco, while I was already very proud of you, that was great." (Actually it was something even I didn't anticipate, to be honest. But... honesty just is not one of the virtues I possess.) "A Muggle isn't much of an opponent but still... casting an Unforgivable Curse at the age of twelve. You truly are a Malfoy, my skilful silver dragon!"

"Thank you so much, Father." Draco bowed, smirking. "I am quite fucking proud of myself too. Of course it doesn't remember anything anymore, as you know I practised Obliviatus all the time last Yuletide vacation." Draco's face was shining with pure happiness and pride, almost hiding his still unfulfilled lust underneath.
"While wheedling and grumbling so much I had to use the Veto Emitis spell on you at least ten times, you spoiled brat." Lucius smirked, his sarcasm merging with happiness and pride. Draco blushed. A rare sight, too.
"Well, I didn't understand how useful a spell that is. Now I do." Lucius slapped Draco's already bruised cheek while touching tenderly his virginal sphincter. A light touch, but its effects on his son were immense.
"Ahh... Father, please... more..". (It surely sounds like Father's really going to fuck me today. Jesus fucking Necrochrist, I have waited for this for ages. Still, I can never be sure of Lucius. So deceitful and so cruel that I can't help but just love him.)

(So frustrated, so angry, so spoiled. Despite your cleverness, you are so immersed in your own desires, that you do not seem to have the slightest clue that I haven't not buggered you senseless out of cruelty. I just don't want to hurt you in a wrong way as you are so young, so tight, still virgin and...) "Well, I think you could have one Yuletide gift more. Anything, my precious."
"You already know what I want, Father. More than anything else. More than anyone else. And I know you want it too."
Draco climbed on Lucius' lap again and hugged him tightly, his voice so desperately needy that Lucius felt his cock stirring already.

"Oh, do I? Tell me. All you have to do is ask ...or maybe beg." Lucius' smirk was both lascivious and wicked.
"Lucius.. please, fuck me. Wash the little remains of my innocence away with your Pureblood semen. Would you? Please?" (He is ordering me to beg. He said anything. By Ereshkigal, I will get lucky.)
"Are you sure? You could get... for example a Firebolt broomstick?" (I don't think I'll ever tire of your begging.)
"Fuck that. Or.. I mean, fuck me. Please, Father? Violate me. Use me. Fuck me like a whore. Father... I... your cock inside me... I need... please?"

Now Draco was begging with his whole body, with his very being. His eyes were so hazy with absolute lust it looked like he couldn't see anything, his voice shaky with desire. Desire so intense it was to die for. Seeing his son so desperate to have his father's prick inside his virgin arse, pleading with his very soul, made Lucius rock hard almost instantly. His smirk was far beyond absolute lasciviousness.

"Draco, you are so wicked, so twisted. What I have done wrong when raising you, getting a son begging his father's hard cock up his arse." (Nothing wrong. You will get what you wished for, Draco. And a little lesson to be more ...careful with your wording.)

Lucius shook his head in mock anxiety. Draco sniggered, positioning himself to give his father a better view of his perfect thighs and swollen prick. The lean, silvery-blond Dark Wizard's lustful smirk grew more amused at his son's little show-off as he touched the tip of Draco's cock, already slick with precome, casting the spell Draco was all too familiar with.
"Veto Emitis." (Ah. I will truly enjoy your reaction.) Lucius' face showed no cruelty, only amusement.
"B-but... Father..." (Another one. Today. Motherfucking Hell.)

Draco bit his already rather bruised lower lip hard, hoping the pain would draw his attention away from his achingly hard prick and the fact he could not come until his father decided so. It did not help. Even while little streams of blood were flowing down his jaw. It did not help at all.

"Well... you should be careful with your wishes as they may come true, my precocious precious." (Beautiful blood. Beautiful desperation. I cannot but lust after you, almost as much as I love you.) "You begged me to fuck you like you were my whore. And, as you surely know, I do not treat my whores with much kindness."
(Draco, you fucking idiot! Guess I deserve that but I can't endure this anymore. I can't endure this anymore. I can't- ...I can. I want this. I might lose my fucking sanity from that ecstatic agony where you will drag me but... I don't care. Maybe I want to be lost.") Draco felt his thoughts becoming as blurred as the line between his pleasure and his pain. If there was such a line, anymore.

"Father.. I know. Then I am yours, to do with as you wish."
"Oh yess.. Yes, you are." (No wheezing. No complaints. You have certainly learned self-control. Well, self-control merged with your particularly favoured combination of submission, masochism and desire to lose your self-control for me. But then again, things are twisted with us Slytherins. So... I think I will be quite merciful with you, my dear demon-child.)
A few drops of Draco's pure blood were dripping from his jaw to his chest. Lucius licked them while caressing his son's sensitive nipples, savouring both the taste and Draco's gasps of pleasure. Lucius drawled a spell lazily.
"Accio Kindness of Unicorns." The door of Lucius' personal potions-cabinet swung open and a small, red bottle floated into his right hand. As the door closed again, Lucius grasped the potion, now using just his middle and index finger to squeeze Draco's nipple, hard.
"Ohh.. I.. actually have a ..potion of that, too." Draco had a somewhat ...hard time managing a complete sentence.
"How come I'm not very surprised." Lucius caressed Draco's prick lightly, the androgynous Pureblood boy moaning, not only from his father's skilled touch but from his skilled cruelty. "However, I would like to defile your sweet little arse in a somewhat more proper place."

Lucius lifted his son in his arms, holding a wand in his right hand and, in an instant, they Apparated into his study. Despite his all-consuming arousal, Draco sniggered.
"Fucking hell! This, if anything, is really a proper place."
"So I thought. Wingardium Leviosa."

A heavy, black book, its covers made of Muggle skin, floated from Lucius' working desk into its place in one of Lucius' many bookshelves. Lucius smirked, his expression both lustful and wicked.
"I'd rather not stain an interesting, rare Dark Magic book with semen, sweat or blood. However, I really can't be bothered to be careful with that stupid but somewhat useful Fudge's stupid and absolutely useless documents."
(He's really going to fuck me on his desk? Bloody hell, that's hot!)

"Bend over, whore." Lucius' soft voice contrasted both with his words and the hard blow on Draco's bottom. Instant obedience. Actually more than that for Draco moved his thighs just enough to show his father quite a luscious sight of his rear entrance. Lucius managed to suffocate a gasp of dominant lust and handed the little red potion to his son.
"Thank you, Father... thank you so much..." Draco's words were not so much born from getting a bottle of Kindness of Unicorns, a relaxation potion mixed with extremely good lubricant and some painkillers, as his thoughts were mostly a red haze of lust, a swirling spiral of need so absolute it verged on the line of madness.
"Now, I suggest you lubricate your arse as well as you are able, because I somehow do not feel any interest in hurting your precious little body more than it will be necessary."

Draco was quite familiar with that as his father had, from time to time, lubricated his son's arse and fucked him with his fingers. As the Pureblood boy knew Lucius also had rather a hard time suppressing his intense desire to bugger his son almost unconscious, Draco gained enough self-control to make the process slow and seductive, carefully spreading the colourless substance over his pink, puckered entrance, moistening his nimble fingers some more and sliding one finger inside his rectum, then another, moving them inside him oh, so slowly. A third one, and the sheer intensity of his pleasure merged with the feelings of submissive humiliation from doing this both from Lucius' orders and being under his father's approving gaze made Draco's moves more frantic, more desperate.

"Lucius... please..."
"Please? A release?"

After unbuttoning his trousers, Lucius grasped his son's wrists with one hand, twisting the boy's arms rather painfully against his back. Pain that Draco could only feel as pleasure, especially as he now felt his father's cock head slowly sliding inside his arse. Lucius' smirk mixed lust with cruelty, as he touched the tip of his son's swollen member with his wand and whispered softly into his ear.
"Finite incantatem."

Draco climaxed instantly all over his father's working desk, Cornelius Fudge's documents soiling his Pureblood semen, as Lucius withdrew from his beautiful son's arse and, despite his own straining erection, buttoned his dark green trousers again.

(By Azazel, I almost fucked my son right and there, I almost lost my control. All that even when I had planned the whole situation so carefully... You truly are pure corruption incarnate, my fallen cherub.)

Driven on the verge of losing all his strength and almost his mind from the violent orgasm his father had given him, Draco collapsed on the soft, black carpet, panting. Lucius watched that adorable sight, getting even harder. His almost gentle smile changed into an amused smirk as he saw his son's cock was erect, despite coming just a few minutes ago. Lucius' cold grey eyes hiding his own aching lust, he grasped Draco's hair, now dampened with sweat, harshly lifting his androgynous face to meet Lucius' casual expression.

"Satisfied, now?" (So delicious in your stained beauty, so needy, so luscious you almost made me lose my control... You will get what you want real soon.)
"I... thank you Father... but please.. I need... you inside me... filling me completely... please Father... fuck me..." (I sure as hell know better than to remind father from his promise.)

Releasing his grasp on his son's hair, Lucius dropped down on his knees, and licked Draco's cock clean, while the boy let out strangled moans, using all the remains of his self-control for not coming inside his father's mouth. Clearly proud of his son not losing himself in his lust, Lucius planted a light kiss on the tip of Draco's prick, casting wordless Veto Emitis again, while Draco stole a fast look at Lucius' hard cock, being, despite his trousers, quite clearly visible because of a certain reason.

"No complaints from using that spell on you again, my son?" Lucius smirked lasciviously with a hint of amusement.
"No, Father. I would be so very ashamed, not to mention disappointed in myself while coming all over our bodies with just half of your length inside me." Draco's smirk combined absolute shameless mischief with even more shameless lust.
"Such an insatiable, perverted boy I have." Lucius drawled, his despair so mocking it might have deserved a word of its own to describe it. Draco's smirk was more impish than ever.
"Well, I obviously am your son."

Lucius' smirk widened as he took a good grip on Draco's neck and licked his nipples, then biting them, his son purring softly and unbuttoning his father's black silk shirt. Lucius released his grip on the boy's neck, stood up and undressed, while Draco just gazed his father's lean, beautiful form, perfect, pale and hairless except silvery curls between his thighs. Not that Draco paid any attention to his father's hair as now his eyes, shining with burning lust, were fixed on Lucius' cock, as much fixed as his thoughts were on feeling his father's member inside his arse.

Lucius lifted his son's lithe body on his arms, uttering a Wingardium Leviosa to move semen-drenched papers to the other side of his working desk before placing Draco gently on the table. Feeling his father's predatory gaze like a very physical caress on his pale skin, Draco purred and moved his legs slowly apart to give Lucius more to look at.
While absolutely not moving his eyes from his son's sweet, seductive body, Lucius wet his fingers with Draco's seed from Fudge's documents.
"Draco, you seem to be somewhat weary because of our earlier ...amusements, so I think you should have something to eat, my son. The taste is probably rather familiar to you."

The blond Pureblood boy raised his head and licked his own semen from his father's fingers, slowly, savouring the taste and, even more, the situation. While Draco was so conveniently otherwise occupied, Lucius lifted the bottle of Kindness of Unicorns with a spell, lubricated his other hand and started to rub the lotion on his son's sensitive entrance. Draco gasped from pleasure, thrusting his arse against his father's fingers.
"Not so weary anymore, my precious?" Lucius smirked wickedly, while smearing the remains of Draco's semen and saliva against the boy's pointy cheek. "Now, be still, since if you continue to interrupt my task, it might take much longer."

Possibly even a Petrificus Totalus curse could not have made Draco stop moving so instantly. The androgynous blond boy lay back on the desk, purring softly from the tender pleasure from his father's actions. Now using both of his hands, Lucius carefully lubricated his son's entrance. (Well, taken into account all the experience I have from defiling young, virginal boys, I probably could do this blindfolded and with both hands tied but... Of course this is completely different. None of them were special. None of them were my Pureblood heir. None of them were ...Draco.) Lucius moistened his fingers with the Kindness of Unicorns as well as he ever could and slid one finger slowly into the boy's tight channel, teasing.

"Ahh.. Father... more, please?"
"My greedy, sweet slut." (He so loves to hear obscenities from me.)
The older Pureblood inserted another finger inside his son's rectum, moving them skilfully. Draco's eyes were hazy with white, shining lust, gazing at his beautiful, dominant father like he wanted this image to burn into his mind forever. Of course he did.
"Yess... your slut.. Father.."

Draco was soon lost for words, moaning from enjoyment but managed to keep his body still, clearly remembering his father's earlier subtle threat. Lucius slid a third finger inside, gently stretching his son's opening while lubricating his own cock. The beautiful Dark Wizard teased Draco's arse slowly. After feeling his son getting completely relaxed, he removed his fingers carefully, one at the time, very interested in filling Draco with something else. Sliding his cock slowly inside his son's channel felt even better than Lucius had imagined. The eager virginal tightness, the velvet, obedient softness.

"More.. faster... please..."
"But I don't want to hurt you, my son."
As far as Draco knew, Lucius' silky voice had never hidden so much cruelty inside. And he knew better than to beg for that sweet pain again. At least for now.
(You will get what you want. After I have savoured this moment.) Lucius slid his prick even more slowly inside his son. Draco's gasps were getting more desperate. After his father's length was two-thirds inside his son, Lucius gently touching Draco's throbbing cock, the painful tenderness grew too much to bear. Draco let out an almost inhuman moan, thrusting back against his father's prick.
"I... Father... sorry... please..."
"Apology accepted, my son." Smirking, Lucius withdrew his cock from Draco's silky tightness a bit, only to thrust inside him harder. More, harder, faster.

"Ahh... thank you Father... hurts so good..." Draco thrust back against Lucius now, his eyes bright from pleasure unimaginable, though the boy had a very good imagination. As had his father, throwing some of his restraint away for fucking his son raw inside felt so absolutely good.
For a long moment, there was just this beautiful sight of two silvery-blond Purebloods, two perfect Malfoys immersed in their incestuous pleasure.

"You are growing up a very naughty boy, my hellflower. So desperate for my cock inside you, so hungry for your pain..."
"Ahh.. Yess... I am your painslut..."
"So I have noticed, offering yourself into my complete control like some dirty rent-boy from Knockturn Alley."
"I am... sure you know... every-fucking-thing about... Knockturn Alley rent-boys."

Lucius felt a delightful tingle of pride and love for Draco. Despite being lost in pain of pleasure and pleasure of pain, his son had gained enough control to throw back a witty answer. Lucius laughed, the sound as soft and silvery as his long hair, partially covering his face and flowing on Draco's pale skin, slightly caressing his son's sensitive nipples. He thrust his cock even harder inside Draco and landed a hard blow on the young Pureblood's pointy cheek. The perfect, lascivious pain made Draco's whole body twitch with uncontrollable spasms of arousal. Spasms in his obedient tightness around Lucius' prick. He answered through sibilant sounds of intense enjoyment.

"Nice... Based on my knowledge... ah.. you could even now teach them a thing or two. ...Or perhaps.. not, for your eagerness to please... oh yess.. is not born from... need for money, just from need of my hard cock... inside your little, precious arse."
"Mmh... so true... I need.. anything... and everything from you... Lucius..."
With a violent thrust Lucius buried his cock into his son's arse so deep Draco could feel his father's groin pressed against his eager opening and then just stopped moving, looking at his son with complete indifference.

"Anything?"
"Don't stop! Please! Don't!" Now completely impaled with Lucius' prick, Draco wriggled his whole body helplessly, clenching the velvet tightness of his arse around his father's shaft, desperate to get any stimulation. "Father... please... fuck me... I can't... please!"
"Have some self-respect, my son of a slut." (So very beautiful, begging in your needy desperation. Knowing, of course, what a turn-on it is for me.) "It looks like you could not live without being fucked hard by your father." Lucius' casual drawl did not betray a slightest hint of his own burning lust to bugger his own son senseless.

"I.. am a slut.. Father.. please! I need... you fucking me... deep inside... so hard I can't breathe... Lucius... I... can't.. ...I can. Like... agony and ecstasy... Not opposites but completion. Like... a marriage in.. heaven and hell."
(Understanding through a haze of lust. Gaining control from complete loss of control. Twisted control, twisted like a snake. Like a drake. My silvery dragon, my sinful son.) "Oh yes, you can. But... do you still want?" Lucius asked, his voice perfectly masked in innocence, as he started to slowly withdraw his prick from his son's arse.
"N-no... I mean, yes! I want you to fuck me... deep and hard... how could I not? Father? Please? I... still am your slut, am I?"
All faked innocence burned away by predatory lust, Lucius buried his cock violently into Draco's arse again.
"Oh yess, you are. And I know perfectly well what my slut needs."

Father fucking his son, rough, deep and hard. That could have been, should have been a lot more than an adolescent boy could take but, then again, Lucius knew his young Pureblood son's body and his needs so absolutely well, as well as his own needs. Red haze of lust taking his own self-control away, leaving only burning need to come inside his son, to tear away the last, few shreds of Draco's innocence, the desire he had denied from both of them for so long. The older silvery-blond wizard grasped his wand, hand almost trembling and touched Draco's cock.
"Finite Incantatem."

It was no wonder why they called orgasm "a little death". Draco's climax was beyond violent, he screamed without voice, his lithe, nimble form's spasms so uncontrolled it looked like his father had used a Cruciatus curse instead. Beautiful sight beyond belief, feeling so intense beyond belief, Lucius claimed Draco's body completely as he came inside his son instantly. Filled Draco's pale body, so like Lucius' own at that age, with his seed.

Little death indeed, as Draco was lying on his father's desk, almost unconscious and covered in his own semen. Lucius had dropped on his knees, panting, grasping his wand despite not being able to cast even a simple spell. After catching his breath again, Lucius took a black bottle from one of drawers of his desk, swallowing enough potion of Restoration to regain his strength. He poured some droplets of the bitter liquid inside Draco's open mouth. More could be dangerous for the boy's health. Draco managed to rise on his elbows, a weary but lascivious smirk creeping on his angular, impish face.
"Father.. that was... well... beyond words."
"Draco, you could not describe it better." (To be honest, even I could not.)
After casting a Scourgify spell on both of them and some special healing spells on Draco so that he could gain enough strength to stand up but still keep his wounds, Lucius took another potion, this one brightly blue, from the very same drawer.

"I presume you would like to keep your bruises, hold on to your glorified pain, my little incubus?" Lucius' drawl was casual as he threw a very expensive, very efficient healing potion carelessly over his head. "Wingardium Leviosa." A wandless spell again and the bottle stopped in mid-air, floating on Draco's lips. The silvery-blonde Pureblood boy smirked.
"I'd love to."
"So be it, then. Finite Incantatem."
The potion dropped on the floor, breaking, expensive fluid splashing on the fine carpet of Lucius' study. Lucius summoned a house-elf, its head covered with dried blood.

"Master. How I can help Master?"
"Grumpy, clean my carpet and put it back. If the result is not perfect, you will be praying for an Avada Kedavra. After that, search Twinky and rip out the nails on its left hand with your teeth."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

As Draco was still too weak for Side-along Apparition, Lucius lifted his son on his arms, placing a light kiss on his lips. The blond Pureblood carried his son to the master bedroom and laid Draco gently down on black, silken bed sheets.
"I feel so cold, Father. Would you like to warm me with your body? Please?"
Draco smirked rather mischievously, for the air in this room was permanently enchanted to be gently warm. Lucius liked to sleep naked but was not fond of covers.
"Anything for my loving and loved son. Loving and loved in more ways than one."
Lucius' smirk was quite like his son's, as he settled on the bed and wrapped his arms around Draco's agile, pale body.

"How does it feel now, Draco? Hurt and humiliated by your father, fucked like a cheap boy slut, treated like a warm submissive hole I can spill my seed into?" (Of course I already know, as we both share an intense love for this contrast of dirty, obscene sex and the noble purity that can be attained only between Malfoys.)
"I feel complete, Lucius. Filled. Loved." Draco looked into his father's eyes, his voice now filled with mischievous joy. "And.. let's just say my arse feels like it's been around. Around something rather large."
Two pairs of grey eyes shining with lust, two pairs of perfect lips, smirking.

"Oh, then I'd better not bugger you for a week, at least. I don't want to hurt you, you see?" (His begging always sounds so delicious.)
"N-no, I didn't mean that. Father, please..." (Lucius loves to hear me beg and I love begging him.)
"Draco, you are such a slut."
"And you love me being your slut, don't you?"
"Surprisingly accurate deduction, my precious. I think I do not have fucked your brains out."

Smirking, Lucius dug his nails into Draco's right shoulder, drawing blood and causing his son to rub his arse against Lucius' already hardening cock. As the older wizard tenderly licked his son's pure blood, so like his own, Draco let out a soft moan and squirmed against his father's body, Lucius' loving arms around him, feeling the Dark wizard's power, feeling his dominance, feeling his own arousal growing from all those sensations. Though both of them were absolutely too worn out for more sex, those little teasing mindgames were too enjoyable to resist.

Letting all his masks drop, the delicate silvery-blonde Pureblood boy turned around and hugged his father tightly, burying his angular face into Lucius' long, equally silvery-blond hair.
"Missed you. More than words could ever tell." Draco licked his perfectly beautiful father's neck teasingly.
"I missed you too, my dark angel, my little libertine."

Lucius caressed his son's moon-pale skin with experienced fingers. He tenderly traced Draco's bruises, causing him to purr softly from pleasure and kissed his him on his luscious mouth with hungry affection. Father and son, cuddling in the afterglow of their violent sex. Draco turned around again, curled against his father's lean, pale body, relaxing completely in his loving embrace. Lucius' left arm wrapped protectively around his son's deceptively fragile-looking form, his right hand holding Draco's cock, the beautiful Slytherin boy drifted into sweet embrace of oblivion. Lucius looked at Draco sleeping with pure, shining love in his grey eyes, a sight reserved only for his son and then closed his eyes too, drowning into the dark kingdom of Morpheus. They breathed softly in the exactly same rhythm.

Their sleeping bodies were like silvery, pale crescent moon. Like shining light of purity merged with decadence. Incomparable. Pureblood. Perfection. Malfoy.

ENDNOTES: My first attempt at Malfoycest (and second completed fic of mine this far). My little precious is humbly dedicated to Anath de Malfoy for writing the most beautiful, most pure Malfoycest I have ever read.
Of course also absolute gratitude for The Real Luciusmistress for being my soulmate, my best friend, my beta and especially for helping to give birth to my darling Draco the Boy Slut while we were live-acting some Drape. A very magical night that was. Credits to her from the name for orgasm-denial spell, too.
A warm "thank you" goes to the bands Type O Negative, Moonspell, The Sisters of Mercy, Fields of the Nephilim and Christian Death as I was listening to them all the time during my writing process.
For people out there; I'm begging for any kind of feedback. I'd be extremely grateful if someone feels like giving any constructive criticism as I am trying to improve my writing as much as I am able. However, ANY kind of feedback is welcome, even the "Stop fawning over Lucius and Draco all the fucking time"-stuff. Especially as I won't. I can not, neither want to.

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