My Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
29
Views:
14,993
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This story is based on characters and situations from Harry Potter owned by JK Rowling. I do not make any money from this story and no plagerism is intended.
My Boy
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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I remember the first time I saw Harry Potter. Of course I didn’t know it was Harry Potter at the time because the boy I met at Madame Malkin’s fit nothing of the image of Harry Potter. I can remember everything my Father told me about Harry Potter. He was spoiled, he was pampered, he thought he was better than everybody else and he was only a half-blood.
The wizarding world gave into every bloody whim of that prat Potter and I hated him. I hated Harry Potter. But from the first moment I saw that dark haired green eyed boy in Madame Malkin’s it was as if I was in love. Not in that sappy way that some people think about love, but in the Malfoy way.
The boy was so different from me I couldn’t help but walk closer. Where my hair was platinum blonde his was a dark, messy, onyx black. Where my eyes where a cold metallic grey, his was a warm mossy green. I had a deep bronze tan from all the days of playing quidditch while the other boy was so pale it looked as if he had never seen the light of day. Yes, all my days of playing quidditch had given me a nice toned body that was expected of every Malfoy and that the world was envious of. The other boy was a short, scrawny mess in overly large clothes that where so plebeian I wanted to strip the boy right there and demand that he change.
When I finished my observations of the boy I found myself standing next to him. Even though he was balanced upright on a stool I was still at least a head taller than him. This boy can’t be over nine, I thought as I stuck my hand out to him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”
The boy looked up as if startled that I would talk to him and my breath almost left my chest as his eyes met mine. His mouth was hanging open as he stared round eyed at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle as he shakily shook my hand. His hand was so warm and soft with slight calluses on it that I wondered if he played quidditch as well. Reluctantly I released his hand as I flicked my hair back, “So you play quidditch…?” I asked the boy, but his mouth was still open. I sighed because with any other person I would have been irritated and disgusted at their lack of etiquette but with this boy it was just so adorable I couldn’t help but chuckle again as I reached out my hand.
The boy seemed startled again as my hand traveled towards his face. I placed it slightly under his chin. “You might want to close your mouth before you catch a fly,” I spoke with all of my Malfoy charm. A deep blush infused the boys cheeks and I noticed how the cherry red matched his lips. I leaned my face closer to his, wanting to see if the boy’s lips tasted like they looked—like two plump, sweet cherries.
The boy’s eyes got even larger as I came closer and abruptly he jerked his face back, pulling his chin out of my grasp. His face turned an even brighter shade of red as he stuttered, “Wh—what are you doing!?”
Reluctantly I pulled my hand back, running my fingers through my hair as I thought of a suitable excuse. What had I been doing? My heart beat faster as I thought of that botched moment and I couldn’t deny that I wanted the boy. I wanted to love him and to own him as Father and Mother owned their human toys. Yes, I wanted this boy to be mine and I wanted to love him as only a Malfoy can love someone.
“You had something on your face,” I replied nonchalantly.
The boy stood there fidgeting for a few seconds before muttering out a small, “Oh.”
I smiled my Malfoy smile again, which was really more of a smirk, as I once more reached out my hand. “Here, let me get that off for you. There’s still something on your face and you wouldn’t want to be seen in public like that, now would you?”
“Um…no?”
“Exactly,” I stated as I ran my hand across the soft skin of his face. His face was flaming with heat and I noticed that his blush hadn’t disappeared. I stepped closer to the boy, burying my nose into his silky hair. I reached my other hand up, running it through the dark strands while I nibbled softly on his ear. Quickly I muttered out the spell to give him the Malfoy brand, to show the world that this boy was mine. Just when I finished the spell the boy jerked back once again.
“I—I…um, I think my face is clean now.” The boy whispered, a permanent flush infused in his cheeks.
I smiled like the cat that got the cream as my eyes took in the pale silvery Malfoy coat of arms resting behind his left ear. Due to the paleness of the boy it was almost invisible, as it should be until the boy knew he was mine; then I’d turn the mark as black as his silky hair.
“Yes, I believe you are quite right.”
Just then Madame Malkin bustled back into the room. “Ah, Monsieur Malfoy, I didn’t know that you would be coming so early, your robe appointment isn’t for another half an hour. If I had known you would be here I would have had you fitted immediately.”
“That’s quite alright,” I stated, waving off the women’s apology. The woman let out a small sigh of relief, clearly expecting more of a reprimand from a Malfoy. Luckily for her I was still enamored by my skittish toy and didn’t want to run him off with my more, ah…vicious behavior.
Madame Malkin couldn’t help but smile as she escaped the situation unscathed. Quickly she had her magical measuring tape getting my measurements as she turned her attention to my boy. “Your Hogwarts robes are ready, and can be picked up at the front counter.”
My head jerked to the left, taking in my boy’s face as he nodded his head, muttering out a small, “Yes, Madame Malkin.”
“Yo—you are going to Hogwarts?” I asked my boy in disbelief.
My boy had stepped off of the stool and at the sound of my voice he stopped his walk to the front counter. He turned his head back to face me as he nodded softly, “Yes it is the reason why I came to Madame Malkin’s in the first place.”
“You are to go to Hogwarts this fall?” I asked again for clarification.
“Yes.”
“But you look hardly older than nine!”
“Well I just turned eleven last week, so yes, I shall attend Hogwarts this fall. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Malfoy, Madame Malkin. However, I really must be going as I am already late.”
Before I could protest the boy’s absence he was gone. I stood in my spot for all of two seconds before I realized that I hadn’t gotten the boy’s name. “Bloody hell,” I muttered out as I dragged my hand across my face. How could I have forgotten to get the boy’s name?
Tbc…
1:1
I remember the first time I saw Harry Potter. Of course I didn’t know it was Harry Potter at the time because the boy I met at Madame Malkin’s fit nothing of the image of Harry Potter. I can remember everything my Father told me about Harry Potter. He was spoiled, he was pampered, he thought he was better than everybody else and he was only a half-blood.
The wizarding world gave into every bloody whim of that prat Potter and I hated him. I hated Harry Potter. But from the first moment I saw that dark haired green eyed boy in Madame Malkin’s it was as if I was in love. Not in that sappy way that some people think about love, but in the Malfoy way.
The boy was so different from me I couldn’t help but walk closer. Where my hair was platinum blonde his was a dark, messy, onyx black. Where my eyes where a cold metallic grey, his was a warm mossy green. I had a deep bronze tan from all the days of playing quidditch while the other boy was so pale it looked as if he had never seen the light of day. Yes, all my days of playing quidditch had given me a nice toned body that was expected of every Malfoy and that the world was envious of. The other boy was a short, scrawny mess in overly large clothes that where so plebeian I wanted to strip the boy right there and demand that he change.
When I finished my observations of the boy I found myself standing next to him. Even though he was balanced upright on a stool I was still at least a head taller than him. This boy can’t be over nine, I thought as I stuck my hand out to him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”
The boy looked up as if startled that I would talk to him and my breath almost left my chest as his eyes met mine. His mouth was hanging open as he stared round eyed at me and I couldn’t help but chuckle as he shakily shook my hand. His hand was so warm and soft with slight calluses on it that I wondered if he played quidditch as well. Reluctantly I released his hand as I flicked my hair back, “So you play quidditch…?” I asked the boy, but his mouth was still open. I sighed because with any other person I would have been irritated and disgusted at their lack of etiquette but with this boy it was just so adorable I couldn’t help but chuckle again as I reached out my hand.
The boy seemed startled again as my hand traveled towards his face. I placed it slightly under his chin. “You might want to close your mouth before you catch a fly,” I spoke with all of my Malfoy charm. A deep blush infused the boys cheeks and I noticed how the cherry red matched his lips. I leaned my face closer to his, wanting to see if the boy’s lips tasted like they looked—like two plump, sweet cherries.
The boy’s eyes got even larger as I came closer and abruptly he jerked his face back, pulling his chin out of my grasp. His face turned an even brighter shade of red as he stuttered, “Wh—what are you doing!?”
Reluctantly I pulled my hand back, running my fingers through my hair as I thought of a suitable excuse. What had I been doing? My heart beat faster as I thought of that botched moment and I couldn’t deny that I wanted the boy. I wanted to love him and to own him as Father and Mother owned their human toys. Yes, I wanted this boy to be mine and I wanted to love him as only a Malfoy can love someone.
“You had something on your face,” I replied nonchalantly.
The boy stood there fidgeting for a few seconds before muttering out a small, “Oh.”
I smiled my Malfoy smile again, which was really more of a smirk, as I once more reached out my hand. “Here, let me get that off for you. There’s still something on your face and you wouldn’t want to be seen in public like that, now would you?”
“Um…no?”
“Exactly,” I stated as I ran my hand across the soft skin of his face. His face was flaming with heat and I noticed that his blush hadn’t disappeared. I stepped closer to the boy, burying my nose into his silky hair. I reached my other hand up, running it through the dark strands while I nibbled softly on his ear. Quickly I muttered out the spell to give him the Malfoy brand, to show the world that this boy was mine. Just when I finished the spell the boy jerked back once again.
“I—I…um, I think my face is clean now.” The boy whispered, a permanent flush infused in his cheeks.
I smiled like the cat that got the cream as my eyes took in the pale silvery Malfoy coat of arms resting behind his left ear. Due to the paleness of the boy it was almost invisible, as it should be until the boy knew he was mine; then I’d turn the mark as black as his silky hair.
“Yes, I believe you are quite right.”
Just then Madame Malkin bustled back into the room. “Ah, Monsieur Malfoy, I didn’t know that you would be coming so early, your robe appointment isn’t for another half an hour. If I had known you would be here I would have had you fitted immediately.”
“That’s quite alright,” I stated, waving off the women’s apology. The woman let out a small sigh of relief, clearly expecting more of a reprimand from a Malfoy. Luckily for her I was still enamored by my skittish toy and didn’t want to run him off with my more, ah…vicious behavior.
Madame Malkin couldn’t help but smile as she escaped the situation unscathed. Quickly she had her magical measuring tape getting my measurements as she turned her attention to my boy. “Your Hogwarts robes are ready, and can be picked up at the front counter.”
My head jerked to the left, taking in my boy’s face as he nodded his head, muttering out a small, “Yes, Madame Malkin.”
“Yo—you are going to Hogwarts?” I asked my boy in disbelief.
My boy had stepped off of the stool and at the sound of my voice he stopped his walk to the front counter. He turned his head back to face me as he nodded softly, “Yes it is the reason why I came to Madame Malkin’s in the first place.”
“You are to go to Hogwarts this fall?” I asked again for clarification.
“Yes.”
“But you look hardly older than nine!”
“Well I just turned eleven last week, so yes, I shall attend Hogwarts this fall. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Malfoy, Madame Malkin. However, I really must be going as I am already late.”
Before I could protest the boy’s absence he was gone. I stood in my spot for all of two seconds before I realized that I hadn’t gotten the boy’s name. “Bloody hell,” I muttered out as I dragged my hand across my face. How could I have forgotten to get the boy’s name?
Tbc…