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Countryside Romps	By : algonquin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Malfoy
Summer

Author: Algonquin

Summary: Draco comes home from Hogwarts to his
family�s new countryside summer home. He finds his angry father hungry for him
but escapes by dreaming of the fun he�ll have with a secret item he has stowed
away from Hogwarts and the secret room he bribed the builders of the new home
to make for him. But what will happen when his father discovers the horrible
item Draco has snuck into the new Malfoy
estate?

Rating: Rated NC-17 due to the story being
filled with hardcore sex scenes.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Lucius/Draco.

Characters: Draco, Lucius,
Harry, and Narcissa.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter
books or the characters. I am not making any sort of money from this, I am
simply a fan who wanted to extend Harry beyond his limits in the book.

�Almost
there, Master Malfoy,� said the driver. I ignored him
and stared out at the passing countryside. It was all grass of a dark green and
trees of greens even deeper. The sky was a dull gray. I believed that�s why my
father chose this location for that of our new summer home. With everything
green and silver, it fit perfectly with our Slytherin
family. I worried desperately about what I had hidden in the back of the
carriage. I bit my lip as I pondered the reaction of my father if he found out
about it. He would murder me on the spot, no doubt. Wait, I take that back. He
would not immediately murder me. He would torture me. Slowly. He would watch
every drop of my blood drip and laugh hardily.

I decided
that my thoughts should descend onto something lighter. Perhaps what the hidden
item would bring if my father did not find out about it. Oh, what joy it would
bring! After all, I didn�t go through so much trouble to change the prints for
nothing. If all went well, I knew this summer would be by far the best of my
entire life.

�Here we
are!� called the driver. The view of our new home encompassed my window. There
it stood, built with gray stone and roofed with rare green copper tiling. It
was the first time I had seen it in its completed state. It was so large and
prestigious. I felt as if I were a knight riding up on horseback to my massive
castle. The driver turned onto the road leading up to our magnificent new
estate. I marveled at its beauty and listened to the horses� hooves clomp on
the dark cobblestone, letting the humid air mist my face.

As we
approached the entrance, I noticed my father standing calm, still, and
patiently in front of the large wooden double doors. He had his long, pale,
blond hair pulled back in a very neat ponytail because of the excessive heat.
He rested his gloved hands atop the silver snake ornament of his cane. The
driver halted the horses and he jumped down to open my door. My father walked
up and offered a hand to help me down. I accepted it and tried to make sense of
his cold gray eyes.

�Welcome
home,� said my father. �Driver, please bring his belongings to the front
steps.� The driver nodded and began unloading my baggage. My father looked at
me for a few moments, then turned around and said, �Follow me. I want to speak
with you.� He was acting rather odd.

We entered
the house and I was stunned by the beauty of it. There was a faint scent of
fresh wood from the newly-laid flooring. There were Gothic stone arches and
statues of gargoyles carved out of wood and stained a deep brown. The ceilings
were breathtakingly intricate. My father put his finger under my chin and
closed my gaping mouth.

�There is
no time for admiring, Draco. We must have a very
important discussion. Come.� He began walking up the stairs and I obeyed. I
tried to think of what my father could possibly want to discuss. I was
expecting a thorough tour of the new house and maybe a little bit of horseback
riding. Why was my father acting so strangely and desperately wanting to talk
to me?

We reached
the second floor and I was even more amazed at the architecture and
decorations. I nearly ran into my father when he stopped abruptly. He opened a
door and I quickly realized it was my new room. It was exactly how I had
imagined it. It was a rather small room with an oversized bed wrapped in black
silk. There was a hand-carved black dresser and matching bedside tables. The
entire room had a serpent motif, with scaly monsters included in every piece of
furniture. The walls were painted crimson and the carpeting was an even darker
red. I was in love with the entire room.

�Sit,� my
father commanded. I sat down on the bed and let the silk sheets run through my
fingers like quicksilver. My father closed the door and locked it. He leaned
his cane against the wall. �Do you like our new home?� I nodded excitedly.

�It�s
wonderful. Absolutely marvelous,� I said with a wide smile.

�You know
what I find amusing, Draco? You know what really
makes me laugh? That�s the first time you�ve ever complimented something I�ve
done for you.� My smile collapsed. �I buy you everything you ask for and you
never say thank you.�

�That�s not
true,� I said defensively.

�Do not
speak when I am speaking,� barked my father. He took off his cape. �I send you
to Hogwarts, the most prestigious magic school of all time, and what do you do?
You complain about how Severus gave you a dirty look
or about how you had to be potion partners with Potter.� He undid his perfect
ponytail and let his hair fall delicately to his shoulders. �Whenever you get
into trouble, I rescue you despite what horrible marks it leaves on my infamous
reputation. What do I get in return? A sneer.� He fell to one knee and began to
untie his masculine boots. �Undress.�

I blinked a
few times, wondering if I heard that correctly. �What?�

�I said
undress.� I sat in a stupor, trying to understand why my father would want me
to undress in his presence. He stopped untying his boot and glared at me. �Have
you become deaf, Draco? I said to undress.� I mindlessly
pulled off my shoes and stockings and then stood up and continued to undress.
My father took his boots off and stood up. I pulled my shirt off and he walked
up. �My, you sure have filled out quite well,� he said as he concentrated hard
on my slightly muscular frame. I blushed. �Nothing in comparison, of course��
he removed his upper garments ��to me.�

I stared at
my father�s naked chest. I had never even seen my father�s forearms without a
sleeve covering them, much less his entire upper body. He had large pectorals
and rippling abs. His biceps were quite impressive as well. He looked as if he
could lift me up and spin me around.

�Damn it,
boy, have you lost all use of your body?� He grabbed my belt and quickly
unbuckled it, sliding it off of my waist smoothly. He fought with the button of
my pants and, in a moment of frustration, he ripped the button off. My pants
barely clung to my waist. My father wrapped his large hands around my waist and
slowly pulled down my pants. When I was dressing to leave Hogwarts, a pair of
clean underwear was scarce, so I was forced to resort to drastic measures. As a
result, as my pants fell, my somewhat-excited endowment sprung forth. My father
seemed surprised yet delighted. My pants fell to my ankles and I kicked them
off. �I see you carry the Malfoy gift.� I gave him a
puzzled look.

He stood up
and quickly took of his pants. He pulled off his undergarments to reveal the
most marvelous thing I have ever had the pleasure of seeing in my complete
eternity. My father, who was standing at least a foot away from me, was able to
graze my stomach. I visually devoured every part of my father�s largeness, from
the wild tangle of blond to the thick blue veins to the throbbing
salmon-colored tip, dripping with hungry ooze.

�Once
again, I have given you a gift and you do not thank me.� He grabbed my
endowment and pressed it against his, binding ours together with his hand. �You
have inherited the Malfoy gift. With this gift, you
are guaranteed to fully pleasure whoever your future lover may be, or lovers.
You will never find a potion or herb that will make a man grow. This is
something you must be given, and it is something you receive. And you have
received it, as I am your father. So, is there anything you would like to say, Draco?�

�Thank
you,� I said quietly.

�What was
that?� asked my father loudly.

�I said
thank you,� said I, louder.

�Oh, my
son, it is too late for thank yous. You see, this has
gone on for too long. Too many years have I tried to please you.� My father released
me. �Too many hours have I spent wondering if I have provided you with
everything you have wanted or will ever need.� He began walking to the side of
the bed. �It is time now for me to make sure I have endlessly pleased you and
to make sure you will always say thank you when you receive something special.
Now, lie down.� I got onto my brand new bed and lied down. My father climbed in
and crawled over like a panther seeking something to appease its appetite.

He reached
forth and stole a pillow. He lifted up my legs and put the soft pillow beneath
my abdomen. He looked serious and focused. I�m sure he did not know that I knew
what he was about to do. The truth was that I had done what he was about to do
many, many times before. My father leaned forward and put his head between my
legs. I laid my head back and waited for the warm wetness of my father�s
tongue. To my surprise, I only felt warm breath as my father whispered some
unfamiliar charm. Suddenly my bum felt relaxed and moist. My father pulled back
and stroked his Malfoyan giant, which was now fully
lubricated. I tried to remember this magic charm that had prepared us both so
quickly, but I had completely forgotten the words my father had just mumbled.

My thoughts
were broken as I suddenly felt a surge of pain. I threw my head forward and saw
that my father was sliding his full length into me at once. I felt as if my ass
was being ripped apart as it stretched to accommodate my excruciatingly large
father. A devious grin crawled across my father�s face. �How does it feel?� my
father asked. I could only shudder as my father began pulling out. Before I
could take a relaxed breath, I had to scream with pain as my father shoved
himself back into me. He stopped for a moment and I tried to overcome the pain.

My father
lifted my legs and propped them up on his muscular shoulders. He gripped my
thighs and said loudly and articulately, �Now, Draco.
For every time I go into you, I want to you to say thank you. This will help
make up for all of those times you have not thanked me before.� I felt my
stomach twist in disgust. �Are you ready, Draco?� I
hesitated. �I said are you ready?� I vaguely nodded. My father quickly went to
work, pulling out and slamming back into me. He glared at me. �What do you say,
Draco?�

�Thank
you,� I muttered.

�What was
that?�

�Thank
you!� I yelled.

�Much
better,� said my father with a sneer. He continued to thrust and I continued to
cry my thanks. I was starting to get used to the pain when my legs started to
go numb from the tight grip my father had on them. I watched a small drop of
sweat roll down my father�s face, dripping onto his pale chest, traveling down
until it hung loosely on his pink nipple. Finally, it fell and landed on my
snowy thighs.

My father
began pumping into me at a much faster rate and I was unable to keep up with my
thanks. I soon gave up. My father grunted as he threw his head back to reveal
thick veins running up his neck. He squinted and gritted his teeth. I knew
relief was not far off.

Suddenly,
he stopped. He pulled out of me and put my legs down. He crawled on his hands
and knees up to my face. �I want you to drink, Draco,�
whispered my father. �Swallow up the most magnificent gift I will ever give
you.� I opened up my mouth and my father gripped himself. He slid up and down,
faster and faster, and in an excited scream, my father overflowed with thick,
white love. It dripped between my father�s slender fingers and into my mouth. I
tasted the bittersweet liquid and swallowed, opening my mouth again to accept
more of my father�s gift. It seemed as if my father could orgasm endlessly, as
my mouth filled again and again with his bland nectar.

Finally, he
sighed and let go. The head of his monster fell gently onto my lips, and the
last few drops slid into my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the
taste. �Thank you,� I whispered. My father looked down at me and gave a genuine
smile. He left my bed.

�Meet me at
the stables in a few hours. We�ll go for a ride.�

My father
left me silently.
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