Family Loyalties

Family Loyalties

Every Malfoy had their rebellious phase. Lucius had his punk
stage. His mother had her cannibalism phase.

Draco had his Potter phase.

Only natural, really. A Malfoy deserves the best. A
Malfoy shouldy hay have the best. And Harry Potter was certainly not the best.
His vision was horrible, his hair was messy. His clothes were disgusting
Gryffindor red. He was noble and had courage and all that other crap that Draco
couldn’t care less about. Harry Potter was the antithesis of what a Malfoy
deserved.

So Draco had to have him, just once. If he was to accept his lifestyle of
perfection, riches, and family love and loyalty, he would have to experience
the opposite side. If he accepted Potter, he would lose it all. At least, that
was how he saw it.

He could put his decisions down to any decision his mind thought up. class=GramE>Rebellion? Experimentation? But
what it all boiled down to was that he would like a good
shag and Potter was there in that broom shed.

Draco had shoved the other boy against the wall, had ripped those wretched
glasses from Potter’s face and hurled them down in disgust. His hands clutched
at Potter’s scalp tightly, drawing the messy hair back and plastering it to
Potter’s skull with the sweat from his hands and the boy’s forehead.

Harry’s Gryffindor robes had been thrown aside and the boy’s wand had gone
flying with them. Lubricant was easy to out out and apply while Potter was
placed in a body bind.

Potter didn’t look so brave when Draco pushed himself inside of him. He didn’t
feel noble inside at all and Draco enjoyed the new look upon Potter’s face as
he shoved himself inside over and over again. How he would love to ask the Dark
Lord nicely for his hated rival as a plaything. But the Dark Lord would never
agree and fat father would tsk at him and his mother
would not be pleased.

Family and loyalty versus a submissive shag. class=GramE>Riches and the idea of immortality versus glasses and being
Dumbledore’s bitch. There was no comparison and Draco didn’t think he
was looking for any.

He came hard inside of Potter, filling the Gryffindor with his own perfection.
“I’ve given you a gift, Potter. Be thankful.” He knew Potter wouldn’t be
because Potter did not understand.

Draco pulled out without any more fre. re. Moving out of the shed, he bent down
and picked up Potter’s glasses. Pocketing them, he left for the class=SpellE>owlery. His father would be able to make use of the glasses
with some Dark Arts.

Rebellion versus security. Draco Malfoy may have been
a coward, but he was also a Malfoy and he knew just where to stake his
loyalties.

Disclaimer: Rowling owns all. I only play in her playground.