A Death Eater’s Humorous Revenge
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,327
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13
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ADEHR Ch2
Chapter 2
Meanwhile the day before in Malfoy Manor, a very deranged and mad looking Lucius Malfoy was in the potions lab in the dungeons, pacing furiously.
“What can I do to get him back, how can I get the ultimate revenge against Harry Potter?” he muttered allowed.
“There must be some way to humiliate him and all the rest that fought against the Dark Lord, but how?” he asked stippling his fingers in front of his face, in deep thought.
He must have asked himself that question over a hundred times that summer while he searched endlessly in tome after useless tome. It seemed nothing in these books could help him, not even his beloved Dark Magic books had an answer within the dusty leather binding. He was for a lack of a better word furious, although he seemed rather calm, as usual he showed no emotion, except in those piercing ice blue eyes. If you looked deep enough you could tell.
He was standing there thinking of a way to attain his revenge, when he heard music from the upstairs. Although he would never admit it, curiosity got the better of him and he stalked upstairs to see just what was going on.
“I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing”
As Lucius reached the landing he was slightly dumbfounded at why there was music blaring out of Draco’s room along with Draco singing (but he was good). He did, however, like the lyrics and agreed with them, all male Malfoys were too sexy for something or other.
“I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk”
When Lucius peered into his son’s room, he was not entirely shocked to see Draco walking down a catwalk like contraption, striping all his clothes off, except his short boxer-briefs, in front of numerous mirrors all around him, all except on the side where the door was, as not to block it. He didn’t even notice his father for he was far too immersed in the song to realize he had a very amused audience.
“Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song”
When the song ended he was very surprised to hear someone clapping and he turned to see his father standing at his door.
“Father! I-I….thought you were…gone.”
At this Draco turned a very bright red which was very unmalfoyish of him. His father was disgusted that he would show such a raw display of emotion. Until he realized his son was…..embarrassed. He could have kissed Draco then and there, but chose not because well you know why.
When his father said nothing, but instead a look of pure revelation and an evil smirk graced his face, he became slightly worried. He had only seen his father like that when he had just tortured someone or found out something very useful, and since he wasn’t withering in pain, his father must have had an epiphany, which is also the only time he chose to show emotion.
“Father, are you alright?” asked Draco quietly.
“Yes my son, just continue with whatever it was you were doing and do not disturb me the rest of the evening until dinner time, understand.” his father stated more than asked.
“Yes sir.” replied Draco.
Draco never questioned his father(except his choice between the light or dark side, honestly he just wanted to be on the winning side at least that’s what he told himself for comfort). He never had a reason to, until now. He got a nagging feeling in his gut that this year at school was to be unlike any other, only he could not decide if that were a bad thing or a good thing. So he just ignored the feeling and continued packing and dancing (more dancing than anything) because he had to be ready for school tomorrow and how else was he to keep in shape besides Quidditch.
His father on the other hand traveled back down the stairs to the dungeons to look for a very ancient curse, one that hopefully even Dumbledore did not know of.
Meanwhile the day before in Malfoy Manor, a very deranged and mad looking Lucius Malfoy was in the potions lab in the dungeons, pacing furiously.
“What can I do to get him back, how can I get the ultimate revenge against Harry Potter?” he muttered allowed.
“There must be some way to humiliate him and all the rest that fought against the Dark Lord, but how?” he asked stippling his fingers in front of his face, in deep thought.
He must have asked himself that question over a hundred times that summer while he searched endlessly in tome after useless tome. It seemed nothing in these books could help him, not even his beloved Dark Magic books had an answer within the dusty leather binding. He was for a lack of a better word furious, although he seemed rather calm, as usual he showed no emotion, except in those piercing ice blue eyes. If you looked deep enough you could tell.
He was standing there thinking of a way to attain his revenge, when he heard music from the upstairs. Although he would never admit it, curiosity got the better of him and he stalked upstairs to see just what was going on.
“I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing”
As Lucius reached the landing he was slightly dumbfounded at why there was music blaring out of Draco’s room along with Draco singing (but he was good). He did, however, like the lyrics and agreed with them, all male Malfoys were too sexy for something or other.
“I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk”
When Lucius peered into his son’s room, he was not entirely shocked to see Draco walking down a catwalk like contraption, striping all his clothes off, except his short boxer-briefs, in front of numerous mirrors all around him, all except on the side where the door was, as not to block it. He didn’t even notice his father for he was far too immersed in the song to realize he had a very amused audience.
“Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me
And I'm too sexy for this song”
When the song ended he was very surprised to hear someone clapping and he turned to see his father standing at his door.
“Father! I-I….thought you were…gone.”
At this Draco turned a very bright red which was very unmalfoyish of him. His father was disgusted that he would show such a raw display of emotion. Until he realized his son was…..embarrassed. He could have kissed Draco then and there, but chose not because well you know why.
When his father said nothing, but instead a look of pure revelation and an evil smirk graced his face, he became slightly worried. He had only seen his father like that when he had just tortured someone or found out something very useful, and since he wasn’t withering in pain, his father must have had an epiphany, which is also the only time he chose to show emotion.
“Father, are you alright?” asked Draco quietly.
“Yes my son, just continue with whatever it was you were doing and do not disturb me the rest of the evening until dinner time, understand.” his father stated more than asked.
“Yes sir.” replied Draco.
Draco never questioned his father(except his choice between the light or dark side, honestly he just wanted to be on the winning side at least that’s what he told himself for comfort). He never had a reason to, until now. He got a nagging feeling in his gut that this year at school was to be unlike any other, only he could not decide if that were a bad thing or a good thing. So he just ignored the feeling and continued packing and dancing (more dancing than anything) because he had to be ready for school tomorrow and how else was he to keep in shape besides Quidditch.
His father on the other hand traveled back down the stairs to the dungeons to look for a very ancient curse, one that hopefully even Dumbledore did not know of.