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Amazing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Draco/Lucius Views: 6600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, of anything you recognize here, and I make no money for writing this, or for the song I used in it. I also have no affiliation with Blue October.

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So this is my second songfic (the first went missing and I never was able to recover it).

It’s based off of a HP music video I watched a long time ago, that seems to be down now.

Reader Beware!

There be incest and chan here—Draco is only thirteen the first time he has sex, so there is that. If you can live with that and want to read it anyway, go ahead. If a morbid curiosity is driving you forward, be my guest—just don’t say I didn’t warn you. Flames will be ignored, or worse, ridiculed, so don’t bother.

Song is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2XCYXecvdc

Lyrics are to "Amazing" by Blue October.

And now for the fic:

How am I supposed to breathe?

Draco held his breath, staring up at his father. He had told Draco that on this birthday, his thirteenth, he would become a man. He was going to help him take that final step, and guide him into adulthood, just as his father had done for him, and every Malfoy Lord had done for ages. He was simply the latest in a long line of Purebloods that had taken this step the same way.

I try to relax, I touch your still frame.

He was amazed, afterward, with how still and calm his father had been, keeping him calmer and more grounded as he discovered new sensations and desires for the first time. How he had so easily guided his son into adulthood. He asked if they would be doing that again.

Lucius simply smiled, and answered, “If you wish it.”

So I can watch you closer,
And study the ways I believe I belong to you,
To you.

Draco took a month of waiting, deciding if he really wanted to do this. He knew it was not quite the done thing, to lie with one’s father, but they had already done so once, and the world hadn’t ended.

So he went to his father that night.

So I,
I scratch at your waistline,
Your doll hair.

Lucius was more passionate this time around, letting a bit of his control slip. He let Draco see just how affected he really was, since Draco had made the choice to seek him out. So long as he wasn’t forcing the boy, he could afford to let down a bit of his guard. His son would always idolize him, after all. Much as he had idolized his father.

I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow.
So I make you my religion, my collision, my escape goat.

Draco quickly became his everything, and he let his son know just how much he was loved. He didn’t show it in public, but he was a warm and affectionate man in private. Draco never doubted his father’s love for him. And to Lucius, he could do no wrong.

So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

It became known in Pureblood circles, spoken only in whispers, that Draco was Lucius’ One Great Weakness.

Can you pretend I’m amazing?
I can pretend I’m amazing,
Instead of what we both know,
Instead of what we both know.

Draco was flawed, he knew it, everyone knew it. But in his father’s eyes, he could be perfect. He could lose every flaw and just be.

I cut to the punchline, baby.
Can we pretend I’m amazing,
Instead of what we both know?

And being perfection was highly addictive, so Draco never felt any need to stop their unconventional arrangement.

And now our history is for sale,
And for that, I apologize.

All was perfect and their life was idyllic—Until Voldemort returned.

You see, you’re my only know-how,
A study of when I believed I belonged to you,
To you.

He bade Lucius hand over his son, and Lucius knew what he would do to him, but when your master asks something of you—Or, rather, demands it—you don’t have the luxury, the option, of saying no. It’s do or die. So Lucius handed him over, and Draco—after a few tears in private as his father explained what they must do—went calmly and stoically to his fate.

You see I’ve made you into something more delicious, my sweet ghost.
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Lucius never touched his son again—since the boy shied away from all touches, especially his—and he was relegated to Lucius’ most precious and deeply-hidden fantasies and most beloved memories.

Can you pretend I’m amazing?
I can pretend I’m amazing,
Instead of what we both know,
Instead of what we both know.

Lucius still watched his son, still thought him perfect, but he now had regrets.

I cut to the punchline, baby.
Can we pretend I’m amazing,
Instead of what we both know?

He had tainted that perfection, had caused his brightness to dim. The boy he’d so loved was lost forever.

I’m so sorry.
There it goes, back over there.
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