Living a Lie: Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and things associated with it so pardon me and my non-profit fan fiction.


“Alright alright.” The new Quidditch Captain Callaway called to those of us who showed up for team try-outs. “Now, we had a good team last year but we want a superior team which means we need new team members- better team members. I’ll tell you straight up our new team will probably only consist of solely new members aside from Draco and me.”

“Wait.” Said a pigtailed second year. “Why is Malfoy guaranteed a spot? I thought EVERYONE was supposed to have a fair chance.”

“Because, Draco is the only seeker that has come close to beating Potter at Quidditch.” Callaway said.

“That dead Hufflepuff guy did it in our fourth year,” said a Seventh year girl.

“Yeah but that was a fluke. Draco is the only one who has the chance of beating the Golden Boy fairly.”

“We’re Slytherin. We don’t play fairly.” Remarked a fifth year boy.

“Unfortunately,” Callaway said, “Madam Hooch does and she’s the referee. Now I’m not saying I won’t accept try-outs for seeker BUT I can say that you’ll have to show some extraordinary talent before I’ll take you seriously.”

The try-outs didn’t prove to be as eventful as Callaway had hoped. No one was exceptionally good or even better than those who had played last year but true to his word Callaway chose an entirely new team aside from himself and me and hours after they had started the try-outs ended with Millicent along with a second and fourth year becoming our new chasers, and Blaise and Callaway’s best friend our new beaters.

“Okay we start training on Friday and will continue every Friday evening and Saturday morning until our first game on Novem…”

“Wait.” Blaise said “Draco and I will be having classes on Saturday mornings pretty soon.”

“Oh damn it to hell!! Is it that fucking Life Skills class?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m bloody glad us Seventh years missed the boat on that one.” He mumbled to himself before declaring, “Alright, alright. I want to keep a regular schedule, what about Friday evening and Sunday afternoon?”

“No, fourth years have Life Skills on Sunday afternoon,” The fourth year chaser said.

“What about Thursday evenings and Friday evenings.”

“Um,” I said, “I have class until 8 on Thursday”

“Well fuck it. Wednesday and Friday?” Callaway said almost desperately. When no one objected he sighed and said, “Good. I’ll see you all on Friday.”

The fact that our first Quidditch practice of the year was to take place on a Friday delighted me. Every year since I had become Seeker Father would meet me in Hogesmeade the first weekend after Slytherin’s first practice. Generally we would eat lunch, go shopping, and then we’d make love; I suppose it was his way of supporting me. Whatever the true reason I didn’t care and was more than excited that Friday practice meant I’d see Father that very weekend. I hastily wrote a note to my father and after dinner Crabbe and Goyle walked with me to give my Eagle-Owl Claxter the note.

“I want to ask Millie out again but I’m not sure.” Gregory said suddenly as we walked back to the dungeons.

“Well you said your date went well and she has been hanging around a lot lately so what’s the problem.” I said.

“I want to ask her on an ATD.”

“Oh.” I said shocked because I had never heard Greg talk about an ATD (Astronomy Tower Date). Of our group only Blaise and Theo had ATD’s and although I had been invited by various girls to them I had never accepted.

“Millicent would say yes.” Vince said. “I overheard her talking to Pansy about getting in your pants.”

“Really?” Said Greg hopefully.

“No,” replied Vince, “but I still think she’d say yes.”


That night as I was drifting off to sleep I heard Blaise give a very desperate moan. “Ohhh. Uh. Gods. Teddy. Oh Gods.” I drew back the curtain slowly and sure enough Theodore’s four-poster’s curtain was drawn back and Blaise’s were shut together extra tightly the way they tended to be when he had a female friend over.

“Shhh.” I heard Theo whisper loudly and I wondered when Theo and Blaise had become so ‘friendly’.
“I can’t Teddy, you just make me want to be vocal.” Blaise said semi-seductively. I giggled into my hand and re-closed my curtains.

I touched my balls unconsciously to the sounds of my roommates and closed my eyes trying to concentrate on falling asleep. It didn’t work and I found myself smirking as the noises in the bed next to my own got louder.

My eyes popped open when the noises became amazingly loud-meaning they were louder than Crabbe’s snoring I thought about yelling at them to cast a silencing charm but since that would mean they’d find out that I had been listening I decided against. I closed my eyes again and sighed as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of my cock knowing very well there was only one think that could take my mind off of Blaise and Theo; my father.

I thought of my Father and a certain night when I was fourteen. It was raining and Mother had refused to let me go outside, she said that I’d catch cold and would be sick for the Quidditch World Cup. I was sulking in the library when Father walked in. He asked me why I was pouting and I told him. He laughed and said that my mother was right.

“I believe,” He continued, “that I could find something to keep your mind off Quidditch.” I grinned at him and he took no time in shoving me on my back. He placed his legs on either side of me and gently lay his weight on top my own before ravishing my lips. His hands, the only rough bit of skin he had, caressed my face as he kissed me. He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes before bending his head and sucking my neck. As he kissed, bit, and sucked my neck I let my hands tangle in his hair. I loved him. So dearly, I loved him. And I loved being under his body.

With a final peck on the nose he gently lifted himself off me. He grabbed his wand from his pocket and before I knew it both of us were naked. He tossed his wand aside, he wasn’t yet paranoid, and laid me on my side. He asked me if I wanted him to make love to him. I said yes. Then he asked me to tell him and I did.

His rough fingers prepared me with generous amounts of lubricant and when he was done he pulled me into a deep kiss. Then laying my leg on top of his for a slightly better position he started to enter me. I loved it. I loved how it felt to have him complete me. When he was inside of me fully I leaned back into him, his arms were wrapped around me, so protectively, and I felt completely and utterly safe. As he thrust into me he let one hand caress my thigh and the other he used to turn my face toward him so he could kiss me to his heart’s content.

A few minutes later, his hand clamping down on my thigh with passion, he came for the first of many times that afternoon. With the thought of my father’s climax and the joy we had that day I came. A couple of minutes later as my ears unclogged and my brain started functioning again I became aware of Theo and Blaise’s continuous grunting in the background; I smirked lazily then flopped onto my stomach and fell asleep.


A/N 1: FYI The name Claxter is a name I picked out of the phonebook because I didn’t feel like using my brain and coming up with a better one.

A/N 2: I’ll post this week’s second chapter late today or early tomorrow (early as in 12-2am). I still need to edit it a bit.