Saving Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, Anal.

A/N: So…the results are in…the votes have been counted…so to speak… and Ron/Snape are fired! (Yes, I was watching the Emmy’s this night) So even though they will make a brief appearance in the next chapter I won’t focus on their relationship (Perhaps I will—later on—write a Ron/Snape POV companion piece for this as there are so few Ron/Snape fics out there)

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He could believe it. His cock was partially hard, that’s what he took the Male Enhancement Potion and the Inhibition Lowering Potion for, but it was still hard to believe that his cock remained erect when he was about to do the unthinkable. He lowered his glass of white wine. He shouldn’t be drinking-at least that’s what Severus had said when he had given him the potions-but to him nothing quiet mattered anymore. He sighed and closed his eyes as he heard the footsteps of his son coming up the stairs.

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September had faded into October and Lucius had not yet figured out what he was going to do about Draco. He considered publicly declaring himself against the Dark Lord but that would have possible just of turned Draco against him which would do no good. Then Lucius considered dressing in his Death Eater Uniform and murdering Draco’s little friend Pansy Parkinson (after all no life was worth more than his son’s) but he had a strange feeling that it might just make Draco favor the Dark Lord even more.

It seemed hopeless but then word got round to him of a plan to turn a Weasley son to the Dark Lord. If were rumors were to be believed Severus Snape had been ordered by the Dark Lord to rape Ronald Weasley and to tell him it was The Potter Boy who had ordered it. Now, it seemed like an extreme measure, even for the Dark Lord, to take but it was almost positively guaranteed to work. This was something that Lucius needed: a plan guaranteed to work. But, Raping Draco? Lucius shuddered at the thought. Surely there was a better plan. He would not resort to something so vile.

For two months more Lucius continued to look for a way to turn his son from the Dark Lord but as the winter holiday approached it was clear there was no other way but to commit the most heinous act imaginable.

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CLOP, CLOP, CLOP. Draco could hear his shoes hit the floor every time he took a step up the long winding staircase to his Father’s Study Room. It had been a strange term; his father had visited the school quite frequently throughout the term and had even attended one of his Quidditch matches. Perhaps he has persuaded the Dark Lord to give me my Mark early, Draco had thought the first time he had seen his father at the school. The thought sent chills of excitement throughout his body though admittedly Draco no longer felt the need to join the Death Eaters. His father was out of prison and Potter had quit the Quidditch team so why should he have to ally with an insane half-blood? Nonetheless when it came time to Draco would take the Mark. It was expected of him and not doing so would severally disappoint his father and of course the last thing he ever wanted to do was disappoint his father.

As he reached the top of the stairs Draco paused. What did his father want? It was ever so strange to be called in in such a secretive way. And where was his mother? She was always there when he came home from school usually with a cup of tea or cocoa and a tray of freshly baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies or banana bread (the only two things his mother could make).

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Lucius hand shook as he laid his glass down on the end table. What in Merlin’s name was he doing? He couldn’t rape his son. He couldn’t…he’d just have too… “Hello Father.” Draco was standing under the threshold grinning.

Lucius sighed and gave his son a weak smile, “Draco. Come. Come sit here by me.” Draco’s grin widened and he sauntered over to sit next to his father.

This was Draco’s favorite seat in the whole house; it was a big black leather sofa that was usually reserved for only the two of them. It had been on that couch that his father had taught him how to tie his shoes (both magically and manually), his father had read him his favorite stories, his father had taught him about sex, and where his father had scolded and/or lectured him on various things. Draco’s breathing heavied as he thought of the time he had broke one of his father’s favorite dark items. He was only five at the time but it had already been well drilled into his head that his father’s ‘toys’, as he called them, were off limits. He had cried and cried all day and when his father came home from the Ministry he was so nervous that his entire little body had shook; he was certain that it was to be his last day on earth

Lucius looked over at his son who sat on his couch breathing heavily; Draco looked so much like the little boy who, over ten years ago, had been terrified that he was about to be murdered after breaking one of Lucius’ favorite artifacts yet at the same time he looked so completely different. Lucius thought back on the day of the Broken Artifact. He had come home, very tired, from the Ministry and Narcissa, who usually would give him a unemotional yet routine hug, took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen where Draco sat, tears rolling down his face, and shaking. ‘He’s been crying all afternoon,’ Narcissa had explained, ‘he keeps saying you’re going to kill him, but I haven’t the slightest idea of what he is talking about.’ Lucius had nodded and deciding to change into a less expensive suit before dealing with Draco went to his Study where he found his enchanted water goblet (which could disguise any poison into tasting, smelling, and looking like the drinkers favorite drink) broken. Lucius let out a cry of anger and stomped downstairs with the intent on killing his son. It had been such a useful and rare item!
But of course in the end he hadn’t killed Draco, he hadn’t even yelled at him; instead he took him into his study room, sat him upon his leather couch, and held his trembling and still crying son in his arms. ‘It’s alright Draco,’ he ended up saying, ‘it was wrong for you to disobey me and you will be punished though not because I am angry, but because I need you to understand that I make rules for a reason. It’s not that I don’t trust you or that I don’t like you that I don’t want you touching my things, it’s because I love you and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt by accidentally touching something that could curse or harm you in anyway.’ Lucius had shuddered to think what would have happened had his son drank from the cup that was most likely covered in a layer of poisonous residue and now he shuddered to think of what he was about to do. Not looking at his son, who he could feel was looking at him and who also smelled of strawberry lemonade, Lucius said in a peculiarly friendly tone, “How…how was your term, Draco?”

Draco smiled though Lucius could not see it. “Same as always I suppose, I mean Potter wasn’t playing Quidditch, which you already know, and his Mudblood friend was making out with Longbottom, but other than that it was pretty much the same, although, Nott and Goyle have been acting rather strange... I suspect the Dark Lord is up to something, but I bet you know all about that.”

Lucius turned his head slightly to look, truly look, at his son for the first time since he had arrived. It was like looking in a de-aging mirror. True that Draco had his mother’s soft hair texture and her not so sharp nose but aside from that he was completely and totally Lucius son- same long pale face, pointed chin, tender grey-blue eyes, perfectly sized ears, straight blonde hair-Draco was even starting to fill out like him with not so wide shoulders but a nice broad chest, slender waist and well shaped man-hips.

Draco watched his father watching him and it gave him the strangest feeling that something odd was going on. They sat like that for a while, just staring at each other, and just as Draco had decided to say something more, he noticed his father’s hand creeping slowly over toward his knee. The sight made his cock jump. “F-father.” His father gave him the smallest of smiles but didn’t stop his hand from inching closer to him. It didn’t really make sense. If his father was going to pat him on the knee, which he did quite often, why didn’t he just do it? Why was he moving it as if to be inconspicuous? Draco watched with anticipation until finally the hand lay gently on his knee.

Lucius’ breathing had become heavier. He had done it. He had managed to get his left hand on Draco’s knee which had taken a painfully long time. Draco watched him with intense eyes and Lucius couldn’t help but wonder what his son was thinking. He had hoped Draco to continue talking but instead he just sat there and watched him.

“Father?” Draco said.

Deciding it would be too difficult to answer Lucius said nothing and instead twisted slightly and brought his right hand over to caress Draco’s cheek. Lucius studied his son’s eyes -they were full of wonder and youthfulness- and watched as Draco’s long lashes fluttered and finally completely closed as he moved his hand up from his cheek and into the soft blonde locks.

Draco closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his father’s hands in his hair. It was so soothing…so loving ...so erotic… it was like one of his fantasies…. He had to be dreaming! GODS! He must have fallen asleep on the Hogwarts Express! Frustrated, Draco forced opened his eyes expecting to see Goyle’s fat ugly face but he did not, instead he found himself looking straight into his father’s grey eyes. At some point his father had came to sit right next to him and now they were so close that their noses were nearly touching.

“Draco,” Lucius whispered.

The sound made Draco shiver and he could feel his pants tighten near his groin. “Yes father?” Instead of answering his father leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was tender yet it held the command that was associated with Lucius Malfoy and Draco returned it passionately. His father tasted of mint and alcohol and smelled of the former. Perhaps it was a test of some sort, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. Draco felt his father’s arms wrap around his body as they kissed and it made his cock twitch in excitement.

Lucius blinked, what was he doing? This was not supposed to be a seduction! This was supposed to be a rape! Roughly pulling away from the kiss Lucius barked, “Stand up and Strip.”

“W-what?!” Draco gasped.

“I said strip. Now, Draco.” Lucius demanded; his voice not wavering though his body did.

Draco looked at him curiously and hesitantly got off the couch. Not sure if this was a joke or not he removed his clothes ever so slowly.

Lucius couldn’t watch his son strip. It would make it all too real. He kept his eyes on the door to his study until he heard his son say,“I’ve finished.”

Lucius turned and as he looked upon his naked son he felt his cock harden; Draco’s body was smooth and delicate not muscular but not with an inch of fat; it was nearly entirely hairless except for the smallest tuft of blonde under each arm of his armpits. Draco had a body that, had it not belong to his son, Lucius would have lusted over. Lucius shook his head determined to carry out the plan. “Lie on the couch, Draco.” Draco obliged and Lucius waited for his son to get settled before walking over to loom over his son, “Now,” He said trying desperately not to run his eyes over his son’s enlarging erection. Draco smirked up at him and said “Father…”

”Shut up!” Lucius said in an unconvincingly tone.

Draco obeyed his father although it was quite clear that Lucius would have been unable to force anyone to do anything at the moment. “Now,” his father said in the same wanting-to-be-forceful-but-not-quite-achieving-it tone, “I’m going to rape you,” Draco’s cock grew even harder, “and you’re going to lie there and take it.” Sounds good to me, Draco thought.

Draco watched as his father undid his zip and brought his cock out. Draco gasped in amazement to see not only that his father was already hard but was nearly twice the size of anyone Draco had ever seen. Perhaps, his father really was horny for him. With more anticipation then he thought possible Draco watched his father rub nearly a whole bottle of lubricant- that had been sitting on a table end the whole time- over his cock.

Lucius could feel the nervous sweat roll down his still clothed back as he positioned himself on the couch. He felt like an idiot with one hand on his cock the other helping his son lift his legs in the air. Lucius shook his head. He would never be able to face his son again if he “did” him in this position. “Turn around Draco I’m going to take you from behind.”

Draco flipped over and lay his upper body against the arm rest eagerly- a little too eagerly in Lucius’ opinion.

Draco wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream at his father to hurry up, but he didn’t; he waited patiently, his arse in the air, for his father to fuck him. “Are you a virgin?” He heard his father asked and he nearly giggled. If his father was going to ‘rape’ him why was he asking? But ever the obedient son Draco shook his head conforming that no, he was not a virgin.

Soon he could feel the tip of his father’s cock brush against his hole and Draco moaned. It was so teasing and pleasurable. He felt his father’s hands press into his hips for support as he slowly guided his cock into him.

Lucius gasped. Draco was so tight! So very tight! And the pressure of his son’s anal wall against his cock made his erection grow all the more.

After a moment of getting used to the feeling of the enormous dick Draco squeezed it with his ass saying “Father, please, take me.”

Lucius, trying hard to ignore that Draco seemed to be enjoying and was in fact the one who reminded him to do so, began to thrust. He started with long slow movements but remembering it was supposed to be a rape he sped up until the whole sofa was bucking. His nails dug into his sons thighs and he vaguely wondered if he would leave marks.

Feeling his father slamming in and out of him was the best thing ever, it was as if all of his dreams were coming true, and he whished to see his father’s face. “Faster, faster,” Draco whimpered; he allowed one hand to grip his cock and began yanking it furiously, “oh yes, harder, oh Merlin Father, fuck me, fuck me daddy! I’m going to cum soon…”

Lucius growled. Draco was not begging him to stop he was begging him to continue! If he told Draco now that he was raping him because of the Dark Lord it could lead to Draco favoring the Dark Lord even more. He groaned and slapped his son’s hand away from his penis; (“Hey!”) he’d have to resort to another form of threat. “If you want to cum you will not join the Dark Lord!” Lucius yelled stupidly.

“What?” Draco gulped though he did not stop moving.

“Tell, me, you, won’t, join, Him!” Lucius demanded thrusting brutally hard into his child’s ass and pressing his nails deeper into his thighs, with each word.

“No. No father I won’t join Him.” Draco cried needing release even if he’d have to sell his soul to get it.

Draco gasped in pleasure as his father grabbed his erection and began pulling and yanking with utter abandon. Thrusting back in time with his father’s hand and cock Draco reached a state of sexual arousal never before known, and soon pure elation filled his body as he shuddered in orgasm; his cum splattering over the leather couch and onto his father’s hands.

The pure wrongness of the feeling of his son cumming on him made Lucius slam all the more harder until “Oh Draco.” he released himself filling his son with his seed.

Lucius pulled out of Draco and sat on the sofa panting while Draco remained flung over the arm rest in ecstasy.

After several minutes past what he had done donned on Lucius and he jumped to his feet screaming “Out!”

“What? But…” Draco tried to argue.

”Out you whore!!!” He screeched. Draco jumped off the couch, grabbing his boxers on the way out, and left. When he was sure Draco was gone Lucius slammed his fist on the end table. He had done it and it had been for his own good but that still didn’t make it any easier. Sinking down to floor Lucius cried and he did so until an uneasy sleep overcame him.

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Draco panted outside the door to his father’s study. Merlin! His father had just fucked him and it had felt so good. What a thrill! How amazing! How shocking! But what was up with the whole if you want cum renounce the Dark Lord bit?

Draco shrugged to himself and with a huge grin on his face he waddled to his bedroom where with a great sigh of content he fell straight to sleep.

TBC… with two (I think) chapters.
Note: The \'real\' Rape scene is yet to come- it’s my favorite part so I hope you keep reading.

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