Living a Lie: Draco Malfoy
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,744
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,744
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Posting
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter not me.
Creatures was rapidly becoming my favorite class (I still loved Potions but Snape assigned too much homework) the good thing about Creatures was that Hagrid/Elephant Man never gave us much homework and he was generally a very lax teacher and what was great was that aside from Blaise all of my friends were there, there were no Gryffindors except for Weasel and Longbottom, and not one Ravenclaw. Unfortunately Creatures was the only easy class I had. Now, we weren’t learning much in Defense but what was difficult about it was that any learning we did do was on our own; our defense teacher was proving herself to be even ditsy-er then we had originally thought and as September came to a close her beauty and charm was wearing off.
I was still curious about Potter’s reclusive behavior but with classes becoming more difficult I didn’t think on it much not even during my Prefects duties in which I generally used to clear my head and muse on things. Speaking of them, my Prefects duties were going well I had the same schedule as the Weasel which was a bit disturbing but otherwise it was fun to have the school to myself. I was able to walk around with my Prefect’s badge gleaming, yelling at those stupid enough to get caught out of bed, and dine with the House-elfs in the kitchens- something my father would have killed me for. Okay, well dining with the House-elfs wasn’t technically allowed just because I was a Prefect but they never told and I think they enjoyed my company.
It happened on a Saturday while Theo and I were sitting in our common room discussing our Herbology project; it being the start of the biggest turning point of my life. “The Life Skills flyer has been posted,” A first year said excitedly to his fellow classmates. I looked at Theo and my other friends who were gathered around and we ran up to the bulletin board pushing the first years aside.
On the board there was Quidditch notices, Lost and Found notes, a love note from Tracy Davis to her seventh year boyfriend, and just posted The Flyer. It said: “Life Skills: A new mandatory eighteen week class for first, forth, and sixth years starting in mid October and running until early April. First years will be taking Life Skills on Friday evenings with Madam Pince and Caretaker Mr. Filch. Over the course of the class Madam Pince and Mr. Filch will be covering Study Tips, Ethics, Magical and Non-Magical creatures, and Survival Without Magic. Fourth years will be taking Life Skills on Sunday afternoons with Professors Flitwick and Sprout who will be covering The Essentials of Muggle History (those who are taking muggle studies WILL be exempt from this portion of the class), Career Choices, Key Peoples in Both Muggle and Wizarding Society, and Geography of the Wizarding World. Sixth years will be taking a Saturday Morning class with Professors Snape and McGonagall who will be covering: Nutrition, Sexual Education, Child Care, and General Muggle Studies including Religions, Literatures, and Technology (those who have taken Muggle Studies will NOT be exempt from attending class but WILL be from doing the homework) All books will be assigned during the first class.”
“Sexual Education?” Vincent looked from the flyer to me. I didn’t have any. Truthfully I didn’t know why we were going to have Sex Ed, after all surely everyone our age knew what goes where and if they don’t then their idiots. Personally when I was eleven Father taught me all about sex. He had called mother over and had her spread her legs so he could point out the various parts of the female to me then he sent her away, took out his penis, and told me the name of things (of course I was already acquainted with his penis; I had been fondling and sucking it, as he did mine, for years by that time); then he explained to me how reproduction worked and explained various forms of sex but he focused on sex between two male lovers and even more on sex between a father and son. I became excited when he explained anal sex to me and I asked if we could try it- he had only let his penis nudge my arse hole at that point. He explained it would hurt and asked if I was sure I said yes and we made love for the very first time that night and even though it had hurt I was very pleased.
“Why do we need to learn about Muggles?” Pansy spat, “The Dark Lord will rid the world of them soon enough.”
“And what about Quidditch,” Blaise said.
“You care about Quidditch?” I asked.
“Sure! I’m trying out for the team you know.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yep.”
“Not Seeker?” I asked worriedly. Blaise was better then I was at Quidditch and as the Captain wasn’t all that fond of me I worried I’d loose my position to him.
“No. Beater.”
“I think I’ll try out too.” Piped up Millie who had gained a new respect among us. We had been truly wrong in thinking Millie was not going to dress up for her date with Greg. Not only did she dress up but she had looked beautiful; she was wearing light makeup courtesy of Daphne Greengrass, a soft green dress that fit her form wonderfully courtesy of Pansy, and her hair was in a fancy up do courtesy of Tracy Davis. I had been awestruck, Theo and Vince dumbfounded, Blaise rendered speechless (a first), and Greg had literally been floored. It had been amusing trying to pick him up. Millie had been devastated.
“You’re a girl Millicent.” I said stupidly.
“So? There are no rules against girls? And Flint is FINALLY out of here so maybe the new captain will give me a chance.”
“Who’s the new captain anyway?” Blaise asked.
“Some Seventh Year named Callaway.” I said. Callaway was a transfer student. He was a bit of an idiot but he was rather good at Quidditch. He was husky like Greg but also very tall and athletic so I figured he’d be a good captain. “Try-outs and training are next week.”
Creatures was rapidly becoming my favorite class (I still loved Potions but Snape assigned too much homework) the good thing about Creatures was that Hagrid/Elephant Man never gave us much homework and he was generally a very lax teacher and what was great was that aside from Blaise all of my friends were there, there were no Gryffindors except for Weasel and Longbottom, and not one Ravenclaw. Unfortunately Creatures was the only easy class I had. Now, we weren’t learning much in Defense but what was difficult about it was that any learning we did do was on our own; our defense teacher was proving herself to be even ditsy-er then we had originally thought and as September came to a close her beauty and charm was wearing off.
I was still curious about Potter’s reclusive behavior but with classes becoming more difficult I didn’t think on it much not even during my Prefects duties in which I generally used to clear my head and muse on things. Speaking of them, my Prefects duties were going well I had the same schedule as the Weasel which was a bit disturbing but otherwise it was fun to have the school to myself. I was able to walk around with my Prefect’s badge gleaming, yelling at those stupid enough to get caught out of bed, and dine with the House-elfs in the kitchens- something my father would have killed me for. Okay, well dining with the House-elfs wasn’t technically allowed just because I was a Prefect but they never told and I think they enjoyed my company.
It happened on a Saturday while Theo and I were sitting in our common room discussing our Herbology project; it being the start of the biggest turning point of my life. “The Life Skills flyer has been posted,” A first year said excitedly to his fellow classmates. I looked at Theo and my other friends who were gathered around and we ran up to the bulletin board pushing the first years aside.
On the board there was Quidditch notices, Lost and Found notes, a love note from Tracy Davis to her seventh year boyfriend, and just posted The Flyer. It said: “Life Skills: A new mandatory eighteen week class for first, forth, and sixth years starting in mid October and running until early April. First years will be taking Life Skills on Friday evenings with Madam Pince and Caretaker Mr. Filch. Over the course of the class Madam Pince and Mr. Filch will be covering Study Tips, Ethics, Magical and Non-Magical creatures, and Survival Without Magic. Fourth years will be taking Life Skills on Sunday afternoons with Professors Flitwick and Sprout who will be covering The Essentials of Muggle History (those who are taking muggle studies WILL be exempt from this portion of the class), Career Choices, Key Peoples in Both Muggle and Wizarding Society, and Geography of the Wizarding World. Sixth years will be taking a Saturday Morning class with Professors Snape and McGonagall who will be covering: Nutrition, Sexual Education, Child Care, and General Muggle Studies including Religions, Literatures, and Technology (those who have taken Muggle Studies will NOT be exempt from attending class but WILL be from doing the homework) All books will be assigned during the first class.”
“Sexual Education?” Vincent looked from the flyer to me. I didn’t have any. Truthfully I didn’t know why we were going to have Sex Ed, after all surely everyone our age knew what goes where and if they don’t then their idiots. Personally when I was eleven Father taught me all about sex. He had called mother over and had her spread her legs so he could point out the various parts of the female to me then he sent her away, took out his penis, and told me the name of things (of course I was already acquainted with his penis; I had been fondling and sucking it, as he did mine, for years by that time); then he explained to me how reproduction worked and explained various forms of sex but he focused on sex between two male lovers and even more on sex between a father and son. I became excited when he explained anal sex to me and I asked if we could try it- he had only let his penis nudge my arse hole at that point. He explained it would hurt and asked if I was sure I said yes and we made love for the very first time that night and even though it had hurt I was very pleased.
“Why do we need to learn about Muggles?” Pansy spat, “The Dark Lord will rid the world of them soon enough.”
“And what about Quidditch,” Blaise said.
“You care about Quidditch?” I asked.
“Sure! I’m trying out for the team you know.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yep.”
“Not Seeker?” I asked worriedly. Blaise was better then I was at Quidditch and as the Captain wasn’t all that fond of me I worried I’d loose my position to him.
“No. Beater.”
“I think I’ll try out too.” Piped up Millie who had gained a new respect among us. We had been truly wrong in thinking Millie was not going to dress up for her date with Greg. Not only did she dress up but she had looked beautiful; she was wearing light makeup courtesy of Daphne Greengrass, a soft green dress that fit her form wonderfully courtesy of Pansy, and her hair was in a fancy up do courtesy of Tracy Davis. I had been awestruck, Theo and Vince dumbfounded, Blaise rendered speechless (a first), and Greg had literally been floored. It had been amusing trying to pick him up. Millie had been devastated.
“You’re a girl Millicent.” I said stupidly.
“So? There are no rules against girls? And Flint is FINALLY out of here so maybe the new captain will give me a chance.”
“Who’s the new captain anyway?” Blaise asked.
“Some Seventh Year named Callaway.” I said. Callaway was a transfer student. He was a bit of an idiot but he was rather good at Quidditch. He was husky like Greg but also very tall and athletic so I figured he’d be a good captain. “Try-outs and training are next week.”