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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
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In which Draco witters
AN - A short chapter, yes, but some important stuff hidden in it. SP
For cravedom.
Chapter ten – In which Draco witters
Another month slid by, and Lucius tried everything to feel some sort of physical enjoyment. He’d read – somewhere – that stimulation of the prostrate could be enjoyed, even without arousal. However, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn’t bottom, not even to their own fingers!
Annoyingly, Narcissa’s sex life was not just in full swing, she was flagrantly flaunting it in front of him! Her numerous boyfriends – so far Lucius had counted eight who had collected her from the manor – were all butch, dark haired, and wearing tight trousers to show off how incredibly well hung they were.
They also were all struck with erectile dysfunction.
Narcissa seemed to have got the message, and no more of her men collected her from the manor. Still, she spent many hours away, and always returned with that knowing smile on her lips.
Bitch!
Lucius sat in his study, swirling a snifter of brandy about whilst he idly listened to his son babble. He had tried to teach Draco decorum and dignity, but sadly, to not avail. The boy burbled, there was no other word for it.
“I visited Snape last week. I had requested he make a potion for me, and he obliged, as well he should! I noticed that Potter looks extremely pregnant, and by Merlin! He was even reading a pregnancy magazine. Mind you, it looked as if it had been handed down through the generations! Clearly teachers’ salaries are not what they used to be! And I think Snape’s gone a bit peculiar, well, more peculiar, as he was watching Potter read it as if he expected the boy’s face to drop off. Or maybe he was merely hoping it. After all, he was just having a cheerful fuck, and the next thing he knows the boy’s pregnant! Typical Potter, can’t do anything by half. Got to be the centre of attention.
“Frankly I was relieved to make it out of there, even though Potter tried to be pleasant. Merlin knows why.”
Lucius tuned his son out and swallowed a mouthful of alcohol. It was such a shame that Draco wasn’t following in the Malfoy tradition. He just didn’t understand subtlety at all.
After listening for as long as he could bear it, he gently suggested Draco return to his partner.
“Oh, she’s out shopping.”
Lucius rolled his eyes. It appeared that Draco’s lady friend had an appreciation of the Malfoy money already! He was grateful that his son’s accounts were paid out of separate fund to those of his main vault. He never wanted the little bitch to know just how wealthy they were. In fact, not even his own darling wife knew about all of the vaults held in the Malfoy name.
Thank Merlin!
Finally his son left.
As much as he loved Draco, Lucius found the lad wearing. His incessant babbling was a little too much to take, especially as he was so used to his own company.
He swallowed another mouthful of brandy and considered whether it was worth his time to invade Hogwarts once more to see if what he hoped was happening, was. He rubbed his face, feeling the slightest stubble. He frowned. His face should, at all times, be perfectly smooth! What the hell was wrong with his magic? Surely the lack of sex wasn’t causing him that many problems?
For cravedom.
Chapter ten – In which Draco witters
Another month slid by, and Lucius tried everything to feel some sort of physical enjoyment. He’d read – somewhere – that stimulation of the prostrate could be enjoyed, even without arousal. However, he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn’t bottom, not even to their own fingers!
Annoyingly, Narcissa’s sex life was not just in full swing, she was flagrantly flaunting it in front of him! Her numerous boyfriends – so far Lucius had counted eight who had collected her from the manor – were all butch, dark haired, and wearing tight trousers to show off how incredibly well hung they were.
They also were all struck with erectile dysfunction.
Narcissa seemed to have got the message, and no more of her men collected her from the manor. Still, she spent many hours away, and always returned with that knowing smile on her lips.
Bitch!
Lucius sat in his study, swirling a snifter of brandy about whilst he idly listened to his son babble. He had tried to teach Draco decorum and dignity, but sadly, to not avail. The boy burbled, there was no other word for it.
“I visited Snape last week. I had requested he make a potion for me, and he obliged, as well he should! I noticed that Potter looks extremely pregnant, and by Merlin! He was even reading a pregnancy magazine. Mind you, it looked as if it had been handed down through the generations! Clearly teachers’ salaries are not what they used to be! And I think Snape’s gone a bit peculiar, well, more peculiar, as he was watching Potter read it as if he expected the boy’s face to drop off. Or maybe he was merely hoping it. After all, he was just having a cheerful fuck, and the next thing he knows the boy’s pregnant! Typical Potter, can’t do anything by half. Got to be the centre of attention.
“Frankly I was relieved to make it out of there, even though Potter tried to be pleasant. Merlin knows why.”
Lucius tuned his son out and swallowed a mouthful of alcohol. It was such a shame that Draco wasn’t following in the Malfoy tradition. He just didn’t understand subtlety at all.
After listening for as long as he could bear it, he gently suggested Draco return to his partner.
“Oh, she’s out shopping.”
Lucius rolled his eyes. It appeared that Draco’s lady friend had an appreciation of the Malfoy money already! He was grateful that his son’s accounts were paid out of separate fund to those of his main vault. He never wanted the little bitch to know just how wealthy they were. In fact, not even his own darling wife knew about all of the vaults held in the Malfoy name.
Thank Merlin!
Finally his son left.
As much as he loved Draco, Lucius found the lad wearing. His incessant babbling was a little too much to take, especially as he was so used to his own company.
He swallowed another mouthful of brandy and considered whether it was worth his time to invade Hogwarts once more to see if what he hoped was happening, was. He rubbed his face, feeling the slightest stubble. He frowned. His face should, at all times, be perfectly smooth! What the hell was wrong with his magic? Surely the lack of sex wasn’t causing him that many problems?