Daddy Like | By : Die4U1990 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N Sorry it took so long, please review, I'm losing track of the story and if I know people are actually enjoying it it will spur me on!
Draco lay in his bed and tried to pretend he didn’t know what was happening with his father and Harry. There were several options of course. He wondered which was most likely. Honestly to his own way of thinking the most likely would currently have Harry hanging in the basement being tortured by his father. But some how he knew that wasn’t the truth. He knew currently his father and Harry were probably curled up on a bed making love. He wasn’t sure what he felt. There was a certain disgust. Then jealousy, he didn’t really want Harry...well some of the time he could convince himself of that.
It wasn’t a strong feeling, he wasn’t in love with Harry. But he did have a bit of a crush on him. He was pretty sexy. And the main feeling here was that...IT WAS HIS FATHER! His mother was asleep in her room, or he hoped she was asleep. It wasn’t right. And Harry knew, he had told Harry that if he ever wanted more then friendship he could have it, but Harry had pulled the whole, thanks but I don’t like guys card. Draco had known earlier that afternoon when he saw Harry on his fathers lap that something was a bit off. And then he had caught Harry touching himself...it just wasn’t fair. Part of him wanted to go yell at them, to get them to stop. But then his mind also told him that sometimes people wanted what they wanted.
He had definitely felt things for people he shouldn’t have. He remembered in his fifth year when he started to really notice what he was attracted to. It started with dreams about Harry of all people, though he ignored them until after the war, when he and Harry began being friends. And he had told Harry the truth, he had let him know that he would like to pursue a physical relationship, or even more if Harry was interested, but he wasn’t. He wondered what Harry had seen in his father. Everyone had always said he was just like his father, he didn’t really know much of a difference between the two of them...only two things really. Age of course, and then there was that other thing. He tried to ignore it, but his father had trained him to be his successor since he was a little boy, and part of that had been in how to serve the Dark Lord. It had taken a few years really but he was only about thirteen when he really got the picture. He did some research after that and learned what it was. His father was a sadist.
That was why when he explained the way to torture victims for maximum pain he had always looked rather strained, and occasionally excited. It was as though he understood what he was and hated it. A self hating sadist, it seemed kind of odd though he could understand it in someone other then his father, his father never seemed to rely on pesky morals. And Harry, well Draco thought back over all of those year of fighting and losing and being injured and pushed around, and the way he kept going back to it again and again. Most people saw it as heroism but really now that Draco had this new perspective. A sadist has an antithesis, the masochist. Someone who thrives on pain...and should Harry want someone to hurt him, who better then the Senior Malfoy...perhaps that was even why he had initiated a friendship with Draco himself.
Draco had been a big tormentor of his and maybe Harry believed that Draco had enjoyed it as much as he had, but Draco hadn’t. He hurt Harry because he honestly believed he was better, in some part of him, that and the whole teasing the boy you like phenomenon. He realized he was rather hard thinking about Harry and allowed himself to stroke his erection. He fantasized about tying Harry up and torturing him but his erection started to flag after a few seconds so instead he thought of gentle touches and hot passion. He lay in bed and wanked as he dreamed of Harry, wishing he was lucky enough to be the one sharing his bed and not...his father.
A/N Short I know, but I thought I better get it out there instead of waiting any longer, please read and review, I need some motivation.
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