Discovering Yourself

Chapter 3

Draco’s holiday was starting to look like hell on earth. Now that he was 16, his father was desperate for him to get the dark mark and get married so he could produce a long line of Malfoy heirs. The first part of the list, Draco didn’t mind as it meant making his father proud and, hopefully, finally earning his respect. After having only got the second highest marks in his O.W.L’s, and to have been beaten by a mud blood no less, had been seriously damaging to him in the eyes of his father. It was the getting married and having children bit that had Draco retching.
He had found out over the last year that he was in fact gay and now he was repulsed by the mere thought of having to do ‘that’ with a girl. His father was still hoping for a match between him and Pansy Parkinson but it seemed to fall on deaf ears when he’d told his father that Pansy wasn’t his type. The fact that his type seemed to be a certain dark haired, green-eyed Gryffindor who had now been making staring appearances in his dreams for about 2 months now had nothing to do with it. When he’d told Potter he hated him he had been honest, the fact that it was due more to the fact that it had been becoming increasingly difficult to hide his erection when he was around potter than potter getting his father arrested was not the point. He had been, in fact, almost grateful to Potter for getting his father arrested as it had put a dampener on any wedding plans for a bit. Now that his father was on the verge of escaping Azkaban and returning to the Manor, though, and all thoughts of gratitude had gone straight out of the window. As soon as he returned, Lucius was going to be in full ‘vengeance on Potter’ swing and nothing was going to stop it. He probably had about a week of single life left and he was going to grab it by the horns.
This was why Draco Malfoy was currently sneaking out of his own house to go into town to get royally drunk and hopefully pick up a nice piece of arse to boot. To be frank, he was quite looking forward to his own self-imposed stag night; this may be the only chance he had of doing something he wanted. As soon as he was married, any thought of fun be useless, as it would never happen. One only had to glance at his mother to figure that one out.
Narcissa Malfoy was a pureblood and proud of it. She had also been in love with Lucius when they had first married; Draco had learnt that from the few conversations he’d had with her since his father had been incarcerated. Now, however she only saw him as a power hungry tyrant, a mere shell of the man that he used to be.
That’s another thing he should probably be grateful to Potter for, bringing him and his mother closer together. He had never really had the chance to get to know her as his father had had the monopoly over his time for as long as he could remember. Now, over the space of a few weeks, Draco had become so close to his mother that he had even told her he was gay and fantasised about men, although he did negate to tell her which man exactly; they weren’t that close yet.
Added to the list of past, present and future happiness not to mention any chance with the sex-god that was Harry Potter, his relationship with his mother was just another thing that would be ruined because of his father.
Well that was the last straw. Tomorrow morning he was going to march right into his fathers study and tell him were he could shove the marriage to Pansy and why. He was still going to go on a bender tonight, as it might be the last chance he had before he was brutally murdered.