Born in Frustration

~Chapter Twenty-Six: Draco Plots~

Draco sat at the breakfast table.

Alone.

Harry was still in the shower. Binty had come and gone and Draco realised something very important…

Draco Malfoy did not like to eat alone.

This important discovery weighed heavily upon him as he scowled at his morning eggs and waited for Harry Potter.

Impatiently.

He was after all very hungry, having exerted quite a bit of energy already this morning.

He was further irritated that he had showered already, and he had done it, yet again, alone. He would have much preferred company in his morning ablutions, but Harry refused. Not that he could blame Harry, completely. The dark-haired boy of Draco’s dreams was not yet ready for more then snogging and, obviously, a bit of semi-conscious groping and frotting. Draco understood, really he did, he just didn’t understand at this very second. Right now he wanted company AND he wanted his cock firmly planted up Harry’s arse, but then again one cannot have everything one wanted.

At least not right now.

Cock planting would have to wait a bit longer than company as Draco heard Harry traipsing down the stairs toward the kitchen. Company, Harry was more then ready for, Draco’s cock up his bum, well, Draco was a bit more then sure that that was something Harry was not ready for.

Draco sighed as Harry entered the kitchen, plans would need to be made and Gryffindors would need to be coaxed carefully. For if there was one thing Draco Malfoy was completely sure of, it was that he would, by any means necessary, make Harry Potter his. Completely. One-hundred percent.

‘Harry will be mine,’ Draco thought to himself as he smiled innocently at Harry, who was sitting down to tuck into his own breakfast.

While they ate, Draco absently nodded his head as Harry chatted happily. He made sure he paid enough attention to his companion to answer any questions directed at him, but inside his head he was plotting…

Plotting the seduction of one Harry James Potter…

‘How does one go about seducing a Gryffindor?’ he wondered to himself.

Having never dated anyone from that particular house, he was at a loss as to how one would get one into bed. Not that he just wanted Harry in bed. But Draco Malfoy was a healthy sixteen-year old boy, and he was horny as hell, and while mutual masturbation was lovely and all, he really needed to fuck Harry. After all once Harry left Privet Drive, Draco wouldn’t see him again until the first of September. That was a long time to expect Draco to go without Harry, so he would require something truly spectacular to tide him over.

It was now Wednesday morning and Harry would be leaving on Friday. This meant that Draco had until Friday morning at the latest to make Harry Potter his. That gave him just two days.

Two short days.

This would be a difficult task for sure, but Draco felt confident he would be fucking Harry by Thursday evening. He just needed to convince Harry that fucking was the best idea. Really it was.

“Draco Malfoy!” Harry shouted, pulling Draco from his musings. “Are you listening to me at all?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Draco yelped. “Yes, of course I am. I was just a little distracted,” Draco said looking sheepish. “Sorry, Harry.”

Harry seemed mollified by Draco’s apology. “Are we starting Charms today?”

“Yeah,” Draco answered, getting up to retrieve his books.

The boys worked until lunch, both nearly completing all their research with a very good start on their essays on the use and benefits of Muggle-Repelling Charms.

“We should take a walk, Harry,” Draco suggested after they ate.

“I don’t think so, Draco,” the Gryffindor replied. “This house is being watched.”

“I’m bored,” Draco complained.

“Sorry,” Harry commiserated. “Dumbledore has people watching my house and I think you would be somewhat conspicuous,” he giggled. “’Sides I think the Headmaster would be angry at me if I left.”

Draco glared at his companion. “Dumbledore has your home watched?”

Harry merely nodded.

“And no one noticed you being abused!” the blond wizard snarled.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

“I am going to kill that old coot!” Draco snapped. “I swear, Harry, on my magic, I will get to the bottom of this.” Draco stood abruptly and began pacing. “You’re being watched!” He paused and glared out the window. “And no one came to your aid. If that wrinkly, old fuck-wand knows about your treatment here – well…”

Harry got up and approached the angry boy. “Draco, please,” he sighed, “please can we not talk about this now.”

Thinking to change the subject Harry asked, “Tell me about your home, Draco. It must be amazing.” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and led him to the sitting-room.

“What’s your mum like? What’s Lucius Malfoy really like?” he asked eagerly, wrinkling his brow. “Tell me about you, Draco.”

Draco sat on the settee, pulling Harry down on his lap. Harry struggled for a moment. “I will tell you all you want to know. But…” Draco smirked, “only if you sit here and cuddle with me while I do so.” Harry settled at once, wanting desperately to know more about the other boy and not really minding the close contact.

Draco contemplated for a few minutes; making both of them comfortable as they snuggled together he began…

“The manor is beautiful. It’s not at all like what you probably imagine it to be. It’s large and airy, not all dark and gloomy. It was a wonderful place to grow up,” Draco told Harry. “There are lots of secret passages to explore and I’ve the east-wing to myself. Mother and Father have the north wing. I suppose if I had brothers and sisters they would share the wing with me.” He narrowed his eyes in contemplation. “Alas, it’s just me and Mother and Father.”

“My mother is a wonderful woman.” Draco smiled while thinking of his mother. “Like any Malfoy she wears her mask for the public, but in private she is warm and loving. She was friends with your mum when they were at school. Did you know that?” Harry shook his head, but his eyes widened in shock and delight. People seldom told him about his mother, except to comment on his eyes. He suddenly wished he could sit down and have a conversation with Narcissa Malfoy.

“It’s true. My mother has pictures of the two of them together in an album she keeps in her bedside table. I saw the album when I was little and she told me all about her friend Lily Evans,” Draco explained. “They were good friends, until…”

Draco left the words dangling in mid air. It was obvious why Narcissa Black and Lily Evans drifted apart. Malfoys and Potters generally didn’t mix.

“My father…”

Draco paused for a moment, trying to decide the best way to continue. Knowing Harry had a very strong opinion of Lucius Malfoy and on the whole, his opinion was probably right, publicly. Privately, just like Narcissa, Lucius was a different person.

“Well, before the Dark Lord returned, he was wonderful,” Draco said firmly. “He was strict but fair and a really great father. He taught me how to fly and played games with me and…” Harry gave Draco a look of incredulity.

“I’m serious, Harry!” Draco stated honestly. “Really, before the Dark Lord returned he was kind and loving. But that bastard ruins everything.”

“Yeah, he does,” Harry said quietly.

Draco nodded in agreement. “My parents love me. This I’m sure of and even the Dark Lord can’t change that. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord breeds fear and my parents are not immune. Sometimes, I think my father regrets his decision to join He Who Must Not Be Named.”

Harry sniffed softly, feeling the loss of his own parents quite acutely as he listened to Draco. The older boy looked down and saw Harry’s sadness. It broke his heart, thinking of his friend’s loss, so he pulled the boy closer and kissed his forehead.

“Sorry,” Harry whispered.

“Nonsense,” Draco said.

“What’s it like, Draco?” Harry looked up into the blond boy’s eyes. “Having parents, I mean. I’ve always wondered about it.”

“Oh, Harry!” Draco hugged the boy impossibly closer.

Harry pulled away and sat up so he was eye level with Draco. “No really, Draco, tell me. I truly want to know. I mean I’ve seen the Weasleys and I’ve met the Grangers, but I’ve never asked Ron or Hermione what it’s like.” Harry leaned forward and brushed his lips over Draco’s. “I’d really like to know, I’ve only ever imagined it…”

Draco’s heart leapt at the gentle kiss. He pulled Harry back down into their snuggling position as he thought of the best way to answer his new companion’s question.

How did one explain what it was like to have a loving family to one who has never had, or cannot remember anyway, such a thing.

“The best part is,” Draco said slowly, “always knowing that no matter what life brings, my parents will always love me and support me, protect me and care for me. This may sound silly and a bit corny, Harry, but my parents make me feel safe. Like no matter what happens with them, in their presence I mean, I will always be first and they will protect me and love me and keep me safe.”

Draco looked down to gage Harry’s reaction. The green-eyed boy nestled his head into Draco’s neck as he thought over the other boy’s words.

“Safe,” Harry said finally. “Yeah, I’ve always thought a family would be like that. Make you feel safe, I mean.” Harry pressed his lips to Draco’s neck. “You make me feel safe, Draco. Thank you,” he told the other boy.

Draco smiled, inwardly he rejoiced. Unintentionally, he had moved one step closer to his goal. His plan was moving along swimmingly, thank you very much!

‘Oh, yes, fucking by Thursday!’. He thought as he tilted Harry’s head back for a long and luscious kiss.