Tell Me

Tell Me

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Chapter One:

Draco looked around the room and casually flicked his wand. The firewhiskey bottle came whizzing towards him. Draco poured himself another drink and stretched. He was sitting in his room drinking with two of his housemates. Vin and Greg managed to find themselves spending their Saturday night polishing trophies. Silly prats got caught hexing Hufflepuffs. Honestly, sometimes Draco wondered how they got into Slytherin House in the first place. Getting caught was a hallmark of flipping Gryffindor House. They ought to be ashamed of themselves.

Draco turned to look at his drinking mates. Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini were arguing about the current Quidditch season. Draco tuned them out and he examined them carefully. In the past year, Theo had filled out. He had been rather weedy looking last year. His dark brunette hair was cut rather fashionably which was a surprise. Theo spent most of his time locked up in the Yorkshire moors with his crazy grandfather during the holidays. But Theo was a clever bastard. He must have looked in a mirror for once and noticed how appalling his dress sense was. He had certainly turned over a new leaf. Draco wondered exactly why Theo had spruced himself up recently. It had to be a girl.

Now Blaise was born with dress sense, it must be that Italian blood. Draco’s eyes drifted over Zabini’s laughing face with that full lower lip and that marvelous olive complexion. Draco admired his skin. His skin was so damn pale that he couldn’t get a tan even if he stood in the sun for a hundred years. Draco frowned as he also wondered petulantly where Blaise had gotten those lovely black trousers. Milan, Draco mused, he must have gotten them in Milan.

“Honestly, Draco,” drawled Blaise. “Were you listening to a word I just said?”

“Yes,” lied Draco as he took a quick sip of his drink. He could feel Theo’s black, clever eyes on him.

“So,” said Theo slyly. “You’ll tell us the tale then. I’ve heard it from Vin but I have not heard it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.”

“Ummm…” said Draco as his mind raced.

“Tell us about the night you lost your virginity, Malfoy,” said Blaise as he leaned closer.

Draco shrugged and gave an unconcerned shrug as he cursed Vincent Crabbe to perdition for telling tales. He told Vin, in small words, that it was a secret. Fuckity-fuck-fuck. Draco’s attention lapsed as he thought back to that night.

Flashback:

It was the summer before his Fifth year. He had been sneaking back into the manor after midnight. He had taken his broom and flew out the window and went to the village down the road for a few laughs with Vin and Greg. He was putting away his broom in the dark when a sigh broke the silence. Draco froze.

“Draco Black Malfoy,” said his father’s cold voice. “Where have you been?”

“I was just…,” said Draco hesitantly. He hated when he got tongue-tied in his father’s presence. But for some reason, he was incapable of stringing a coherent sentence together when he heard that tone in his father’s voice.

“Out whoring?” asked his father from somewhere in the darkness of his room.

“No,” stuttered Draco. “I just went out for a few drinks.”

“I missed your birthday this year,” said Lucius Malfoy with amusement as he looked at his son from the shadows.

Draco looked into the gloom of his dark room uncertainly. He hated when his father switched subjects like that. It threw him off which was, Draco acknowledged wryly, the entire point of turning the subject.

“Your mother is away,” continued Lucius as he waved a hand and the candles flared to life. “Would you like another drink?”

“No thank-you, sir,” said Draco as he blinked in the sudden light. Then Draco stiffened in shock.

Lucius Malfoy was sprawled in a large chair near the fireplace. He motioned Draco to sit in the other chair. Draco did so reluctantly and averted his eyes to stare into the fire. His cheeks were burning. In between his fathers legs was a girl and she had not a stitch of clothing on. But what was making Draco’s cheeks burn was what the girl was doing. She was in the midst of giving his father a blow job. Now, he could hear her soft moans.

Draco could feel his heart accelerate in outrage. His father had mistresses. Everyone knew that fact. But he never dared to bring one of his whores here to the manor before. How could his father humiliate his mother in the manner? His mother was beautiful. Why did he even need other women? Draco would never understand his father and his motivations, even though he loved his father.

“Would you like that drink now, boy?” asked Lucius. His striking eyes were glittering with amusement as he took in his son’s flushed face and averted eyes. Draco nodded stiffly.

Draco took a sip of the drink that appeared in his hand and choked slightly as his throat closed. The firewhiskey burned its way down his throat leaving a warm sensation in his stomach. He gave his father an uncertain look. He watched silently as Lucius stroked the girl’s bobbing head. He sat frozen with his eyes wide as his father’s eyes dipped half closed and he fisted his hands in the girl’s hair. Draco watched as his father forced the girl’s head down onto his lap. He took a gulp of firewhiskey as his father moaned in his throat and came in the girl’s mouth. Draco tossed back the rest of the drink when he saw his father push the girl’s shoulder so she leaned back as he did up his trousers.

“Do you think she’s pretty, Draco?” asked his father’s sly voice.

Draco shrugged as he took in the girl’s form. She was lush and sensual looking. Her dark hair, big breasts and curvy hips were the antithesis of his mother. She turned her liquid brown eyes on him and gave a sly smile as she licked her lips. Draco flushed and turned his gaze away.

“Well,” said Lucius in an amused tone, “like I said, Happy Birthday.”

Draco looked at him stunned as the girl got to her feet and sauntered over to Draco. She got to her knees in front of him with a sultry look. Draco did not notice his father leave the room. He watched with wide eyes as she opened his belt and lowered his trousers.

Draco blushed as his hard penis wagged in the air. The scene he witnessed had not left him unaffected. The girl purred and started to stroke him unhurriedly. Draco cried out when the hot, wet heat of her mouth closed over his aching erection. He could feel the ghostly fingers of his orgasm creeping along his spine almost immediately. Draco panted and closed his eyes as he came in her sucking, eager mouth. He groaned as he felt her swallow his spurting semen. Like his father, he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her sweet mouth down onto his twitching penis. Afterward, she only smiled at him and licked her lips free of his come. Then she had led him to his bed where she took his virginity.

Draco had been gauche and unsure but Sofia, the girl, had shown him what to do and where to do it. Draco knew now that he had been unbearably precipitous but she had been patient. He fucked her until he was exhausted. She was gone when he woke up the next morning. His mother was away for a week. Every night that she was gone, his father had sent a different woman to Draco’s bed. He learned a lot in that week.

End of Flashback

Draco blinked then told his mates about that week in salacious detail. He grinned wryly to himself as he looked into their envious eyes. He kept the niggling feeling of doubt that assailed him whenever he thought about that week. His father had said that he wanted his son to be educated in all matters benefiting the heir to a great house. But a small part of Draco had hoped that his first time would have been with someone he loved rather than a prostitute. And thinking about his father made him uneasy. His father was in Azkaban.

“I had it off with my cousin in a vineyard in Italy last summer,” said Blaise grumpily. “It was rather disappointing. I got all dirty. She may have been older but she was more concerned with herself rather than me. I doubt she even noticed that I was utterly gobsmacked by the entire event. I wish my father had your father’s sense of noblisse oblige.”

Draco gave a grim smile as he noted that his housemates talked about his father like he was away on business. In some perverse way, his prison sentence could be viewed that way. At least, Slytherin House had not ostracized him.

“Would you two believe that I am still a virgin?” asked Theo hopefully.

“No,” said Blaise as he eyed Theodore’s new haircut and his new robes.

“I am not telling,” said Theo firmly.

“What did Pansy have to say about the entire event?” asked Blaise.

“I didn’t tell her,” said Draco with a surprised look.

“Have you and Pansy…” Theo’s voice trailed off and he raised his eyebrow suggestively.

“Gods, no,” said Draco. “Pansy isn’t that daft. She’ll only sleep with me if I put an engagement ring on her finger first.”

“I didn’t think Pans was still a virgin,” said Blaise with disbelief.

“Well,” drawled Draco. “I don’t know if she is still a virgin for sure but I know her mouth isn’t.”

Theo and Blaise began to laugh.

“Thank Merlin,” said Blaise as he wiped his eyes after he quit laughing. “For one moment there, I thought I had pegged Pansy completely wrong.”

The spicy conversation continued unabated.

“Tell me, Malfoy,” coaxed Blaise Zabini. “Who would you fancy a go with in Gryffindor?”

“None of them,” said Draco with a curled lip. “I’d be too afraid I would catch something. You know, my mother said…”

“Your mother told you tales in order to scare you, mate,” said Blaise with an easy smile. “She’s just afraid that you’ll bring home a half-blood.”

“Do I look that daft?” asked Draco as he took a sip of his drink.

“I would just love to fuck Lavender Brown,” said Blaise with a dreamy smile on his face. “Have you seen how big her tits have gotten?”

“Hard to miss,” said Draco with a smirk.

“What about you, Nott?” asked Blaise at the ever silent and watchful Theodore Nott.

“The Weasley girl,” said Nott as he tossed back his firewhiskey.

“Are you mad?” asked Draco with shock.

“No,” said Nott with a smirk. “Have you seen that arse?”

“But six brothers, Theo,” said Blaise with a grimace.

“I would not be inviting them along,” said Nott sardonically. “She is quite the handful. It would be so much fun to show her how to behave like a proper witch.”

“Pervy bastard,” said Blaise as he imagined a naked Ginny Weasley and smiled.

“What about Granger?” said Draco with a dramatic shudder. “Do you think Weasley has finally gotten the nerve to slip it to her?”

“I hear she is still with Krum,” said Theo with a watchful look at Malfoy. He was rewarded by a tell tale flush on Draco’s sharp cheekbones.

“Honestly Draco,” drawled Blaise. “Why don’t you just fuck her and get it over with?”

“What are you on about,” sputtered Draco.

“Oh,” said Blaise with an eye roll. “Malfoy, please don’t insult our intelligence. Theo and I are not Crabbe and Goyle. You’ve been hot to fuck that girl since she hit you in third year.”

“Or was it when she showed up to that Ball with her hair done for once and on the arm of Viktor Krum?” added Nott.

“I have no idea of what you two are on about,” said Malfoy an unconcerned look. He toyed with a pumpkin sitting on the table.

“I wonder,” mused Nott with an inward smile, “what she looks like naked. I bet she would be just gorgeous dressed in her in her Hogwarts skirt and nothing else. Couldn’t you just imagine pushing up that skirt and tumbling her face down over a library table and just fucking the daylights out of her?”

“Oh yeah,” said Blaise as he bit his lip. “I bet she’s a screamer, just telling you what to do next with that strident middle class accent which would be just hot.”

“Blaise,” said Draco with a worried look. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Draco,” said Blaise. “I have to marry a witch I have probably known all my life, who talks like me and knows all the same people. I will have my 2.3 children with her and keep my mistress on the side like my father and his father before me. Haven’t you just yearned for something different? That accent may be a touch grating but it is still a turn on. Besides, it’s not like I said I was going to marry her. I just want to fuck her.”

“Do you actually want a go with Granger?” asked Nott with surprise.

“Well, it was good enough for you,” said Blaise tartly.

Draco spit out his drink and gave Nott a furious glare.

Draco could feel an unwarranted sense of anger flooding through his veins. Talking about his lost virginity had thrown him off kilter. He was also feeling a touch guilty. He told tales about Pansy which wasn’t fair to Pans. After all, she was his girlfriend or so he thought. He actually wasn’t sure. He had also been having doubts lately. That niggling sense of doubt increased the closer he got to graduation and the longer his father was in Azkaban. In addition, his palms seemed to itch every time he got close to that Granger girl. He wanted to do something to her, whether it was hex her or throw her to the ground and fuck her, he wasn’t sure.

“I never had her,” said Nott. “I just did a project with her. I could have, you know. I think she’s going through her bad boy phase right now. I caught her staring at me.” Theo lied without blinking an eyelash.

“I bet you my new Fire Bolt that I can have her before either of you,” said a furious Draco.

Draco fumed at the thought of Theodore Nott getting his hands on her.
Blaise and Theo began to laugh.

“What?” scowled Draco.

“Never,” snickered Blaise. “She wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”

“I think she’d rather let a ten foot pole have a go before Draco,” said Theo as he laughed with genuine amusement.

“I’ll show you,” vowed Draco. His cheeks were flushed and his blood was up.

“Gods, Draco,” said Blaise as he shook his head. “There are so many reasons why she won’t even give you a second look.”

“Name one,” said Draco stubbornly.

“Pansy,” said Theo dryly.

“Pansy will never know,” said Draco dismissively.

“Don’t underestimate her,” warned Theo. Theo knew, even if Draco didn’t, that Pansy had her eyes fixed on Draco’s fortune plus the witch actually had a soft spot for Draco. A jealous and angry witch was not to be underestimated.

“Potter,” said Blaise.

“I am not thick,” said Draco with a sneer. “I have a plan.”

The other two Slytherins gave Draco incredulous looks then looked at each other. They knew better than to try to talk to Draco when he was in this sort of mood. They would just humor him until he realized that Hermione Granger would never, in a thousand years, give him a go.