My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringement is intended.

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When I come back to consciousness there are voices speaking around my head. I try to open my eyes, scared that it may be Aido but it is as if my eyelids are made of lead. My brain feels like it has cotton balls in it but after a few minutes of concentration the cotton clears enough for me to recognize the voices: Mother and Father.

"The boy is weak, Lucius."

"Do you think that I don't know this?" There is a soft shuffling before Father continues. "But perhaps we are going about this in the wrong way."

I hear a soft snort come from my Mother. "It's Aido. Draco responded beautifully to me when I taught him, and if I had only continued his training..."

"Aido is the best. Draco has learned much from him."

"Draco should have learned what he knows from me!"

"Keep your voice down."

"He should have learned all the pleasures of sex from his parents, Lucius. I was ready to do what was needed, but you..."

"Do not presume that I would not have done my duty, Cissa dear. However, learning of sexual pleasure from your parents has its flaws."

Again Mother snorts. "Don't try to make up bullshit excuses because you are not man enoug--"

"You learned of sex from your parents."

There is a short silence before Mother speaks again. "Are you saying that my sexual training was flawed?"

"When we were first married you had large gaps in your knowledge that should have been filled. Things you should have known. Things that Aido taught me."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

"What was there to complain about? I was the one in power."

"You, you--"

"Narcissa. Look at your family, at all the pureblood families."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Lucius. The method I am suggesting has been used in pureblood households for generations. It is traditional and as such is--"

"Incest."

"Don't act like you've never participated in incest, Lucius."

"Incest is not the problem, Narcissa—when one is learning. But why do you think out of your whole family you are the only one with a child?"

"Andromeda has a daughte--"

"Tsk, tsk, Narcissa. You are getting desperate, bringing up that blood traitor. You know of what I am hinting at, you know what I am saying is true."

"Do not..."

"No. I have turned a blind eye to your activities for long enough."

"I don't kno--"

"Do not act the idiot now, Narcissa. I know that you are not."

"Then enlighten me, oh great Lucius," Mother says sarcastically. My heart is beating a mile a minute. My parents usually keep there arguments and disagreements away from me.

Father sighs. "Do we really need to go in detail, Narcissa? We have already agreed to banish one tradition, why are you so reluctant to banish this one?" Mother doesn't answer and there is more shuffling. "You want to keep Draco for yourself, is that it Cissa?"

"Of course not!"

Again there is a short silence. "Yes, perhaps you are right. You must have promised Draco to Bellatrix. Your sister always did like little boys. And you, you always liked girls. Black haired girls. Just like your sister, right Cissa?"

"What are you saying, Lucius?" I can hear the tension in my Mother's voice and my heart seems to have stopped beating altogether.

"Do you think that I don't know about all those times you polyjuiced your pets into Bella? This is what I am talking about."

"Don't act like you've never polyjuiced any of your pets, Lucius. You are not above--"

"Narcissa, listen to me. You are behaving in the exact way that has us purebloods in the position we are in now."

"What? Tell me Lucius since you seem to know the answer for everything."

"Very defensive, aren’t we, Narcissa? You know what I'm saying is true."

"I know you think that what you are saying is true."

Father chuckles a bit and I hear a chair scrape. "Today there are less pureblood families than ever before because they are clinging so strongly to their training, refusing to mate with anyone but their parents, or in some cases, their siblings."

"I have mated with you, Lucius, on more than one occasion."

"That is because of Aido."

"Aido!" Mother exclaims incredulously. I can tell she doesn't like the man.

"Yes. If I were just some other pureblood, perhaps as Bella's husband is, then you would have only consummated our marriage and moved on. But I have things that you wish to procure: knowledge Narcissa, of which you were not privy to.

"So, I'm fucking you for your sexual knowledge?"

"Had you deceived yourself otherwise? You have fulfilled the obligations of our marriage contract, yet you come to my bed on more occasions than most pureblood wives. Most amazing in fact since I know you prefer brunette women, more specifically your sister."

"This has nothing to do with Bella."

"Though you may think otherwise I beg to differ. However, you do make a valid point: this is larger than you and Bella. I will not have you terminating the Malfoy line in order to fulfill your fantasies, Cissa. Or have you not told Bella that all those little boys you hand picked for her were you."

"Polyjuice is a lovely potion, isn't it Lucius?"

"Yes. I am inclined to agree." There is more silence and my heart seems to be pounding in overdrive. Father sighs, "Cissa, I am not trying to deter you from your beliefs. I am only trying to make you understand. If all the pureblood families had an Aido so to speak, then there would be many more wizards. Most purebloods don't even have one child, let alone more, because of the flaw in their sexual training. They become dependant on their family, desperately trying to procreate with people that they should not. And if a child does come along through those flawed unions it is usually a squib. I do not wish this on my heir. If you wanted to give your sister a boy so that she would take you back you should have had a second son."

"So is that the ultimatum? I let Aido teach Draco, so that he won't get in this cycle, and then I let you impregnate me so that I can have Bella back?"

"I wouldn’t have put it in such crude terms, but yes."

"Fine, I'll let Aido have the boy. I suppose he was always yours anyway. But the next one will be just for me."

"You mean just for Bella."

***

When I once more come to consciousness, the room is still bright and I hope that I’ve slept through another day, though, as disoriented as I am I’m not quite sure.

“Draco.”

My body stiffens slightly, “Yes, Father?” When I turn my head to look at my Father Aido is standing next to him. My body begins to tremble.

“Draco, I have spoken with Aido-san and we have discussed your training. We are going to do things a little differently now.”

“We?” I ask with confusion. My Father had not tried to take part in my sexual training, not like Mother and Aunt Bella had.

“Yes, Draco, we. Your Mother and I have monitored your training, and though you have progressed exceedingly well, due to this…accident, we have decided that it is imperative that we teach you to walk, before you begin to run.”

“Walk, Father?”

Father smiles down at me before he sits on the bed next to my prone form. I stare at Father in confusion as he reaches one hand behind my head, raising my blond head higher so that he can…kiss me.

Father lips are warm and soft and I open my mouth, shocked that anyone is kissing me at all. This training is meant to teach me of sex, not of intimacy. Father’s thumb strokes the side of my mouth as he releases my lips. He turns to Aido.

“Do you see? Already he trembles.” My body hadn’t stopped trembling since I saw Aido sensei, however, after Father’s kiss, I am not sure if it’s trembling in fear or pleasure.

“Yes, Malfoy-sama.”

Father smirks down at me as he reaches his free hand under my shirt. I gasp sharply because, unlike his lips, his hands are cold. He softly runs his hands over my chest before tweaking a nipple. Involuntarily, my body arches.

Father chuckles before he removes his hand from under my shirt. However, he does not remove his hand entirely, instead using it to unbutton my pajama top. When my chest is bare to the world Father once more runs his hand over the smooth flesh, lowering his head as he begins to lick the side of my neck.

My body trembles still and I am deeply confused about the emotions running through it. After a few more minutes of Father kissing me and rubbing my flesh, I can’t keep it in anymore—I moan.

As the sound leaves my body Father’s cold hands and warm mouth retract from my flesh. He smiles down at my supple form and only without his intense presence do I notice the labor of my breath, the flush to my cheeks, and the trembling of my limbs, so different from the usual trembles of fear.

“Aido-san has taught you much, Draco. Nothing of which you can use in fact, if you do not know how to conduct one of the smallest, and most important acts involving sex—seduction. First there is the innuendo. Your partner should be flushed and out of breath before any touch to them is made. You must make them crave your touch so that once you finally grant their heart’s desire, all they will know is you. Your hands, your kiss, your touch. So even when they are without your presence they will crave for you. If seduction is done properly they will beg you for more. They will do anything for just one more kiss.

“Do you see, Draco? This is the Malfoy power: Without veritaserum, you will get the truth. Without imperious you will get obedience. And without crucio you will cause pain. Indeed, the craving of a Malfoy’s touch has even caused insanity in some people, and subsequently, death.

“All this you will learn, Draco. And then, then, we shall move on to boys.”

I nod my head in understanding, and for the remainder of Yule Tides Father oversaw my training in seduction. I didn’t throw up as often anymore, and when I did it was always because of Aido. I think my improved vigilance was due to Severus who Father ordered to check on my health every night. His presence soothed me immensely, and with much cajoling he was able to get me to respond to Harry’s letters. By the time Yule Tide’s is complete I feel much better, almost as good as I had felt before my trip. I desperately want to see Harry again. To take him to the Shrieking Shack, to see if I can get him to tremble without any touch from my hand.

As our chauffer drives Father, Mother, Aunt Bella and I to the International Floo I can’t help but let out a huge grin of pleasure. Not only will I get to see Harry again, but I will never have to wake up to Aido sensei’s again. Without Aido’s presence the tension and nerves running through my body have all but disappeared. Indeed I feel, not like Malfoy-kun, the scared boy that Aido could manipulate with his merciless teachings. But like me again, like Draco Malfoy, heir to one of the richest and most prestigious pureblood family’s in the world. Like Draco Malfoy, the boy who desperately missed his boy.

My grin is so wide I’m surprised my face doesn’t crack from it. I don’t think I was even this excited to go to Hogwart’s when all I heard of twenty-four seven was tales of it’s grandeur. No, the only thing that could excite me these days is Harry.

Tbc…