Deflora

Disclaimer: I own hardback copies of the Harry Potter books, a number of dogs, and a twisted imagination. If J.K. Rowling sues me for this, she will get worn out American editions of her own books, and nothing else, because I’d die before I let the courts take my dogs.
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A/N: This is an AU. Specifically, this is an AU wherein Quirrell succeeded in acquiring the Sorcerer’s Stone for his master. It is also an AU wherein ephebephilia is both commonplace and legally sanctioned. Ephebephilia, for those of you who don’t know, is the Ancient Greek practice of men taking preteen boys as lovers, educating them and giving them social status in exchange for sex. So be warned: This is chanslash.


Deflora: The deflora ritual is an old wizarding custom in which a boy, from his 12th birthday to his 14th birthday, is bound to an older man in a specific form of sexual servitude, in exchange for instruction in how to conduct himself in society, introductions to influential people and certain material goods.
- International Dictionary of Wizarding Culture, XXIV Ed.

Deflora
***Part Two: Draco’s Lover***
\"My Lord, my son Draco has arrived from Hogwarts. Do you wish to see him now or later?\"
\"Send him in now, Lucius. I would inspect the boy I have agreed to deflower. I may even deflower him immediately if he is to my tastes, which I doubt. Does he know what is going to happen?\" Voldemort inquired.
\"No, my Lord, nor does he know who his deflorator is meant to be. I could not tell him, for if I had, it would have been all over Hogwarts by lunch. An inability to keep secrets is his one major failing.\" Lucius admitted this somewhat guiltily, but Voldemort did not seem to notice the last part.
\"Wonderful, Lucius. Don\'t tell him; just send him into the room, will you? I do enjoy surprising people. Now, go, get my new little toy.\"
\"Yes, my Lord.\" Voldemort watched Lucius leave the room to fetch his son. He had already gotten a good look at Draco Malfoy, courtesy of Wormtail and a camera, and knew exactly what he was going to do to him, but it was so fun to play with Lucius and make him worry he might not want his son. He really planned not to bother inspecting the boy and just seducing him right away. His complete ignorance only sweetened the deal.
There was a timid knock at the door. Ah, that would be the adorable Draco.
\"Enter.\" Voldemort seated himself on the sofa.
\"Father said there- My Lord. I apologize. I did not realize it was you I was being sent in to see.\" Draco looked horribly embarrassed and more than a little worried. Voldemort thought he looked sweeter than ever.
\"Draco, do you know why you are here?\" asked Voldemort in a worryingly affable manner.
\"No, my Lord.\" Draco was perfectly submissive, and rather terrified.
\"You are here because today is your 12th birthday and thus time for your defloration. Your father arranged with me that I should have that honor. And I do think that I mean honor, considering how delectably virginal you look. By tonight, however, you will be thoroughly debauched.\"
Draco twitched nervously, and looked up at Voldemort through his eyelashes. He saw a man who looked perhaps fifteen years older than his father. He had black hair, shot through with streaks of steel grey, and blue-green eyes. His nose gave the appearance of having been broken and imperfectly fixed. He wore unornamented dark green robes open over a black button-up shirt and black trousers- Oh dear. He already had an impressive erection. Draco had hoped whoever would be his deflorator would go slowly, and not insist on the traditional right of taking him right away. Apparently he was going to be unlucky.
\"Yes, my Lord.\"
\"Draco, seeing as we are shortly going to be lovers, you may call me by my given name, Tom. Only call me this in private, however, as most of my followers don\'t even know what it is, and I like it that way.\"
\"Yes, Tom.\"
\"Draco, please look at me when you speak to me.\"
\"Yes, Tom.\" Draco looked up. He hadn\'t wanted the Dark Lord- Tom to see that he was scared, but it couldn\'t be helped, now.
\"Draco, sweet, there\'s no need to be worried, it doesn\'t hurt, you know. If it\'s done properly both people are screaming in pleasure by the end of it. I have every intention of doing it properly.\"
\"Yes, Tom. Only Vince said it hurt like hell and he was glad he didn\'t have to see his lover again for six months.\"
\"Draco, who is Vince\'s lover?\"
\"I think Pansy Parkinson\'s dad.\"
\"Paul Parkinson is one of my most incompetent Death-Eaters. I\'m not surprised he\'s incompetent in bed as well. I, however, am experienced in bed and can make this something you enjoy, but only if you do as you are told. Now come sit in my lap. I\'m going to teach you how to kiss, darling.\"
\"Yes, Tom.\" Draco walked over to Tom and perched himself on his knee. Tom pulled him closer, turning him so that Draco was straddling his lap and Tom\'s cock was pushing into Draco\'s belly. Tom cradled Draco\'s face in his hands gently and tilted it upwards, lowering his own face down. \"Relax, Draco, and open your mouth a bit.\" he murmured, and pressed his lips to the boy\'s.
Tom\'s lips were soft and warm and oh, gods, was that his tongue? Draco was actually beginning to get excited, which he would never have expected. He opened his mouth wider and wrapped his arms around Tom\'s neck. He moaned into Tom\'s mouth and stroked the invading tongue with his own, eliciting a groan from Tom. He bucked his hips, rubbing his prick against his lover\'s much larger one. It felt so, so good, he never wanted it to end.
\"Draco, don\'t do that or I\'ll lose control. I\'m going to go a little farther now.\" He ran a hand up Draco\'s shirt and gently tweaked a nipple.
Draco squealed incoherently and nodded. Oh gods, he felt like he was on fire. He wanted Tom to do that again. He wanted Tom to do more. He didn\'t know what he wanted. Was that Tom\'s mouth on his nipple? OH GODS! His hips bucked again and he came with a muted scream.
\"You’re so beautiful, so passionate. Oh, Draco, you are absolute perfection. I can\'t wait. Do you trust me to take you now?\"
Draco nodded eagerly, anything for more of that wonderful sensation.
\"All right then. Take off those dirty clothes.\" Draco stripped quickly, and Tom cast ‘Scourgify’ on him to remove the semen spattered on his thighs. \"If I had the time, I\'d lick you clean, but now I just want to get you to bed. Maybe next time. Just go through that door over there and lie on the bed. I\'ll be there in a minute.\"
Tom fetched a jar of hand cream from the bathroom, while Draco did as he was told. The bedroom was reasonably large and well decorated, but Draco only had eyes for the bed. It was a king-sized four-poster, with green and gold curtains that were currently open. He went and reclined on the paisley-patterned comforter, waiting for Tom to arrive and do what, exactly? Father had never been too clear about what would happen next.
While he was wondering, Tom had come in and was eyeing him hungrily.
\"Tom, what happens next? Whenever I asked Father he turned red and said ask when you\'re older.\"
\"Darling, what happens is that I stretch your tiny, virgin hole until I think you\'re ready, and then I fuck you until you scream.\"
\"You like making me blush, don\'t you?\" asked Draco.
\"Of course. You\'re so fucking sexy when you\'re blushing it\'s not funny. Now lie face down and put this under your hips and for gods\' sakes, try to relax.\" Tom handed Draco a pillow and proceeded to undress himself.
He did as he was told to and momentarily felt something trailing down between his buttocks. It pressed at his entrance gently, probing him. It was a finger, coated in something greasy, and it pushed, easily sinking in to the knuckle.
\"Do you like that? Do you want another finger? You\'re even tighter than I\'d expected.\"
Draco felt the finger in him brush against something that sent sparks shooting through him. \"Another... Please!\" Another finger was added and Tom began moving them back and forth, scissoring them, brushing Draco\'s prostate. He added a third finger, ignoring Draco\'s slight wince at the brief sting it caused. He moved them back and forth, and Draco writhed at the sensation. Suddenly, he withdrew them.
\"I think you\'re ready to be fucked, sweet. Relax. It may hurt a bit but that won\'t last.\"
Oh gods, this was it. His defloration.
The head of Tom\'s cock was nudging at Draco. It felt too big to possibly fit. He began to move forward, keeping a firm grip on Draco\'s shoulders, to prevent him sliding forward on the silk comforter. He felt like he was being split in two, it hurt so badly. Draco moaned, he was trying to keep quiet but he couldn\'t help it, the pain was too much. Then Tom was all the way in, and he stopped moving; soon there was just a dull ache.
\"Are you all right, pet? I could tell that hurt you quite a bit.\"
\"I\'ll be all right.\" Draco was trying to be stoic and failing miserably.
\"Ah, so you\'re not currently all right. When I start moving again, I\'ll angle to hit your prostate. That will feel good for you, like I promised.\"
With that, Tom lifted Draco\'s hips just a bit, then pulled nearly all the way out and eased back in. Draco screamed. He\'d never felt anything like that, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Then he was pushing into him again and again and it was all pleasure, and he was pushing back into Tom, screeching his name, and Tom was reaching under him and grasping his prick, and he pulled on it once, twice and Draco came, screaming his new lover\'s name. Then he was pounding into the sated body of his little twelve year old lover, and then he, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the Dark Lord Voldemort, came with a wordless howl and collapsed.


A/N 2: The sex scene isn\'t very detailed, but I don\'t really know how to write detailed sex scenes.