Living a Lie: Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: Yep JK Rowling owns all this HP stuff.

ch. 7

It worried me that I hadn’t heard from Father yet but with having such full Thursdays I didn’t truly think on it until Friday morning and at breakfast I mentioned my concern. “Do you think something’s happened to my father,” I asked anyone who would listen, “He hasn’t written back and you know that’s unusual for him….” I stopped talking when I saw Vince shrug and Greg shake his head. Theo said, “Gods Malfoy you’re such a daddy’s boy I mean it’s not as bad as being a mama’s boy like Blaise but,” Blaise bonked him on the head, “Hey!”

“Leave Draco alone,” Pansy said before taking a drink of orange juice.

“Oh right. He’s fragile.” Blaise said.

“Shut up.” I mock-growled and just then the mail arrived. I saw Claxter flying toward me. The note said: “Yes. I’ll meet you Sunday at noon in front of The Three Broomsticks.” I looked over at the guys who were looking at me expectantly and said, “We’re meeting this Sunday.”

“Daddy’s boy.” I heard Theo mumble but I didn’t say anything; he was right after all.

None of the guys really knew what happened when I met my father in Hogsmeade- we did it twice a year once after the first Quidditch practice and once over the Easter holidays-but they suspected it had to do with him checking up on my grades. They were wrong of course.


I made sure I had finished my weekend’s homework so I could spend as much time as possible with my father that Sunday and I left an hour early so I would not be late. I was not late but as usual he snuck up on me. “Hungry love?” He asked quietly from behind me. I jumped up slightly and I heard him chuckle. I turned to him with a frown on my face and said, “Not really but I could go for a butterbeer.”

“What about a firewhiskey?” Father said believing it’d be a real treat. I inwardly cringed thinking of the week prior and Blaise getting me drunk but outwardly I smiled and followed Father into the Three Broomsticks. Father ordered my firewhiskey and for himself ordered a roasted chicken and a boiled potato.

Father was biting into the chicken’s leg when I said. “Millicent broke her nose.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well actually Blaise broke it.”

“He hit her?” My father said seeming surprised.

“Er no,” I said quickly, “he’s one of the new beaters and....” It had happened during Quidditch practice. Nothing had been going right. Not only had it been raining, but the snitches were missing- we blamed it on the Gryffindors- and I couldn’t practice my seeker moves. Of course the practice wouldn’t have been half bad had ‘the accident’ hadn’t happened.

I was playing chaser with the forth year against Millie and the second year so they could work on a new strategy when it happened. Now I was facing the other way so I didn’t know the specifics but from what I could see when I turned around- which was Millicent clutching her nose, a bludger flying in the opposite direction, and Blaise staring at her with huge eyes and a bat paused in mid-air- Blaise had accidentally sent a bludger towards Millie’s face; later it was confirmed that I had guessed right. ‘Oi! Millie are you alright?’ I had screamed. And in return she screeched in a voice worth of Pansy, ‘No!’

Of course Pomfrey fixed Millicent right up but that still didn’t stop her from being pissed with Blaise and that night an extremely angry Gregory tried to strangle him to death but luckily- for Blaise- Snape had chosen that night for a surprise inspection and tore them apart. ‘Why didn’t you stop them?!’ Snape asked me, Theo, and Vince who had been watching the fight with intrigue. We shrugged and Snape stormed off mumbling about insolent boys.

By Sunday morning Millicent had seemed to have forgiven Blaise and he and Greg were speaking again not that there was any doubt that they wouldn’t but it did make me feel a bit more at ease at leaving Greg to meet my father.

“Greg is dating her now did I tell you?” I said in reference to Millie. Father nodded.

“Is everything fine here?” A waitress said. I suppose I should have warned Father that she was approaching but I had forgotten about his new fragile and anxious state. He jumped up scaring the girl and then snapped “we’re fine!”

“Er.Okay.” The girl blushed and the walked away hurriedly.

“Are you alright?” I asked when the waitress was out of hearing distance.

“Yes.” Father grumbled.

“Did you take your Potions?” I asked accusingly. I was worried about him. I knew he needed his Potions. He had been an absolute wreck coming out of Azkaban.

“You sound like your mother.” He said pushing his plate aside. Obviously he had lost his appetite.

“That’s because we both love you.” I said smiling.

He rolled his eyes and asked, “are you going to finish your whiskey?” I shook my head and we left not leaving a tip.


After lunch we walked into Honeydukes and he told me to get whatever I wanted. I was looking at a prototype candy- a rip off of one of the Weasleys’ when father came up behind me and whispered “I love you Draco.” I turned and he handed me a heart-shaped strawberry flavoured candy. His actions earned him a strange look from the store clerk for generally the heart-shaped candy was only given from a lover to his lover or from a parent to his small child. I grinned mischievously at the clerk and he went back to stocking the shelves.

Once we had left the prying eyes of the store clerk Father took my hand and we walked to the end of Hogsmeade to what we called ‘Our Hotel’. It was a kinky little hotel-which was hard to locate unless you knew where to find it- that two years prior we had seen Minister Fudge walk into with a skinny little whore named Esmeralda.

As soon as we entered our pre-paid room Father immediately claimed my lips. Without hesitation we made our way- lips locked- to the bed. I looked up at him and said in my little boy voice that he love so much, “I love you daddy.” He grinned and began unbuttoning my pants.


The first time I had used my little boy voice happened to be the very first time we made love. Father had just explained sex to me and I had been very excited to try it out. It was scary to feel Father’s fingers inside my arse but it didn’t hurt not badly anyway. He was very gentle in lubricating me and I had just begun to enjoy it when he pulled his fingers out. ‘Wait.’ I had said. ‘I want more.’

‘You’re going to get more baby.’ Father had replied and he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I giggled.

I became very excited as Father nudged my tiny hole with his penis head and I bucked my hips involuntarily. ‘Patience Draco.’ He said. I looked into his lust filled eyes as he began to enter me. His cock was thick and it was a bit uncomfortable so I shifted slightly; that was a bad move because then Father grabbed my hips roughly to steady me and then he plunged in. His whole cock was inside of my eleven year old body and I felt pure pain in every inch of it. I screamed out and he pulled out slightly. I sighed thinking he was going to pull out all the way but then just as suddenly as he had done it the first time he thrust back into me. ‘No!’ I screamed.

Father began to pull out and thrust back in in a repeatedly bruising and fast pace and I felt my arse ripping apart. ‘No please Father-‘ I begged but he continued to pound me harder and harder until finally I gave a desperate whimper, ‘Daddy please’ and for some reason Father stopped. ‘It hurts daddy.’ I cried. ‘Please stop.’

‘You asked me for this, Draco.’ He said in his lecture voice.

‘I… know,’ I sobbed, ‘but…I’m sorry…. Just…. please stop.’

‘You love me don’t you?’ He asked. I nodded in too much pain to talk more than I had to. ‘This is what two people do when they love each other. Don’t you want to make me happy?’

‘Yes’ I sobbed. My arse was throbbing and I wanted nothing more than for Father to pull out.

‘Just Relax Draco.’ He said letting one of his hands tangle in my hair.

‘Dad’ I said.

‘Shh. It will feel better soon Draco. I told you it would hurt. But remember this is because I love you. Now just relax. You’ll learn to enjoy it.’ And with that he resumed pumping in and out of me although at a slightly slower pace.

Not even five minutes later he came and a couple minutes after he pulled out of me. I felt a mixture of my blood and his cum trickle down my legs and I let out a small whimper. Father got up and went into the restroom. I thought he had left me and I began to cry but a few seconds later he emerged with a towel in hand.

‘I Love you, Draco.’ Father had said as he lovingly wiped me clean with the towel. ‘Father. I’m sorry.’ I said as he gathered me in his arms. He kissed me on the forehead and said, “Don’t be my love. We can work on it.” That night I fell asleep in his arms and although I was terribly sore I generally very pleased with myself for I had just made love with my father and by the end of the summer I had learned to enjoy it.


After he came Father plopped on top of me and sighed, “oh my little dragon, my son, I love you.”

“I love you too Father.” I said cuddling against the hotel’s cheap pillows.

A/N: Sex within sex. Weird huh? And creepy. *shrug*

Um important stuff:
Next time: We see more Ron and Harry, the kids start their Life Skills class. and urm some other stuff, classes, ect...

ALSO, I MIGHT change the title so watch out carefully for the next update. The summary will be the same so it shouldn\'t be hard to find.

A/N 2: IRoNy: I have a thing for Theo so it\'s always fun for me to include him. Also, i love SexEd!Snape too! I\'ve never read a Remus/Snape sex ed story but i have read at least 3-4 Snape/Harry ones and they are alwasy amusing and I think i\'ve read a Snape/Hermione one too but i\'m not sure maybe i just imagined it. LOL. Anywho thank you so much for your reviews. I love thum!