Living a Lie: Draco Malfoy

Disclaimer: Draco and Lucius, along with all the other Harry Potter characters, situations, fictional locations-like Hogwarts but not London, ect belong to JK Rowling and whoever she gives/gave permission to use said characters, situations, ect. This is a fan fic which means I make NO money off of it.

Warnings: Sexual Abuse is pretty much what this fic is centered around; hence the rating and the disclaimers in the summary. Just a forewarning: this will NOT be a short story.

Summary: Draco takes many classes during his sixth year but one class he did not expect was a class that includes Sex Ed with Snape and McGonagall and he certainly didn’t expect said class to turn his world inside out.

Pairings -including implied as well as descriptive: Draco/Lucius, Draco/Harry, Snape/McGonagall, Blaise/Theodore, Goyle/Millicent, Ron/Hermione and probably more.


Ch. 1: The Perfectly Normal Life of Draco Malfoy

I didn’t come from a poor family, no, quiet the opposite I was in fact born into an old pureblooded Wizarding family or rather two old pureblooded families (the Blacks and the Malfoys) and was raised and grew up a little north of London, England in one of the most structurally sound and elegant buildings in all of Europe. The building-which was called Malfoy Manor- stood many stories high, had over twenty three bedrooms, a gigantic library filled with Dark Arts books, nine bathrooms-two of which belonged to me- a plethora of other rooms, and so much yardage that it took seven house-elfs to keep it up; of course to a simple Muggle Malfoy Manor would have looked naught but an abandoned building. I loved the Manor, it was home, and to this very day I can recall, though I haven’t been there for many a year, the scents of the begonias in the garden, the puddings boiling in the kitchens, my mother’s perfume that lingered in my father’s study, and the musty smell the books gave off whenever I entered the library.

Like any proper pureblood I was raised in the Old Ways that is to say that I was raised to believe in the sanctity of the Wizarding world and to smite those who dared taint it; I was taught of the customs brought by each of the families I belonged to, and taught of the proper ways of public dress and speech. Also, like any proper pureblooded family, I lived my life by a set of rules set down by my father. My father, Lucius, had not that many rules, not like the Lestranges or the Goyles at least, but he did have a few and those few were to never be broken. Rule one in the Malfoy house was that a child should be seen and not heard, rule two was that a parent should never be questioned and rule three was that a Malfoy should never be friendly with a Muggle or Mudblood lest it be necessary for vital information or in order to ‘get ahead’. Growing up I followed the rules as any proper child would and though it would later be proven true I would have been utterly shocked if you had even suggested that by the end of my sixteenth year I would not only break all of the rules but never again abide by them.


It was a warm end-of-summer sun-ray, which shown through the open window of my father’s fourth floor bedroom, gently casting its light upon his face and hair which was sprawled against his shoulders that made him look angelic. I was on his bed lying against his body and watching him sleep, and though I could here my mother calling my name downstairs I hadn’t the heart to wake him up. He had always been a light sleeper and I knew that any movement on my part would cause him to wake. I watched his chest rise and fall with his steady breath and I wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever.

My thoughts of his beauty were interrupted when I heard Mother’s footsteps coming up the stairs. I let a smile grace my face; it would be her, and not me, to wake him. “Draco Lucius Malfoy!” My mother screamed as she stood under the threshold to my father’s room. She was dressed in a custom made light blue gown and her long blonde hair was tied up in matching ribbons; I thought she looked stunningly beautiful.

“What’s going on?!” My father snapped shoving me off his body, reaching for his wand, and jumping to his feet all at once; drool ran down the side of his mouth and his eyes were wild. “Narcissa!? Why are you screaming!”

My mother frowned as she caught sight of my father’s nude body. “Lucius do put some clothes on…”

“If given the proper time I would woman! But for Merlin’s sake I thought we were being attacked!”

“And who do you expect to attack us, dear?” My mother asked him in her calm, steady, ‘I married an idiot’ voice.

“The Ministry!” He answered her pointing his index finger straight into the air as if that meant something; I nearly giggled.

“Lucius, you know very well that Fudge gave you a full pardon.” She sighed a second time, “Did you not take your anxiety potion this morning?”

“I wasn’t aware it was morning until you came in here screeching like yesterday’s howler.” He said as he finally wiped the drool off his face.

“Is that a no?” She lifted her eyebrow.

“Of course it’s a no, woman! Now what did you want?”

“Draco,” She said turning toward me, “has to be at Kings Cross by eleven. Today he leaves for Hogwarts. You have fifteen minutes Dray.” My father looked at me as if to confirm and I shrugged. I crawled out of the bed. I was naked and although my morning erection was in clear view of both my parents it doesn’t even cross my mind to blush.

My father was dressed when I got down to the entrance hall of the Manor. He was standing elegantly in his grey three piece suit, four if you counted his cape, and five if you counted his cane- why he carried it to this day I do not know but I suppose it did give off the accurate impression of sadism- and if you had seen him you would’ve never guessed he had recently spent two months in Azkaban and was relying on anxiety potions to get him through the day. I didn’t like to think about his potions- it made me sad; he had always taught me never to rely on anything or anybody save for himself and Mother so I knew it had to be killing him to be at the mercy of a few crushed herbs and various toxic smelling ingredients.

“Goodbye father,” I said reaching up (I’d grown quite a bit but I was still a good six inches shorter) to give him our summer’s last open mouth kiss. He let his tongue explore my mouth for a while before he pulled away. “Goodbye Draco.” He said, “Be good. I’ll see you during the holidays.”

The journeys to Kings Cross and then to Hogwarts were not very eventful ones. As usual Mother escorted me as we apparated to London, I got on the Hogwart’s Express where I attended the annual prefect’s meeting to get my work schedule and the password to the Prefect’s bathroom, and then I met with Gregory and Vincent before finding Potter and harassing him. After a fair amount of mischief I led my friends into a compartment to spend the rest of the train ride; as usual Greg and Vin played a game of exploding snap and I found myself gazing out the window in complete loss of thought.

As I watched the dimming landscape go by I couldn’t help but think about the night before. The kisses, the caresses, the way my father looked at me as I writhed under his touch, the way his body was so soft and how he called me his porcelain baby. I loved him dearly and it made me smile.

My thoughts were disrupted by the distinctly shrill voice of Pansy Parkinson. “What you smiling about baby?” She made me shudder every time she spoke though I tried my best to conceal it. She was a nice and rather attractive girl, aside from her slightly squashed nose, and she always smelt of caramel, but she was so insistent in getting into my pants that it was unnerving. She smiled at me mischievously and I shook my head. She just didn’t understand that although I liked her as a person I would never love her or make love to her. That, making love, was reserved for one person and one person only! but I couldn’t tell Pansy that. I couldn’t tell anyone. It was a secret between Father and me ‘just between the Malfoy men’ Father used to say and I would’ve never betrayed my father’s secrets for he was my father and he was sure to know best. “Er. Nothing Pans. And I’m not your baby,” I replied and for some reason Gregory Goyle, my body guard and best friend, thought my comment funny and he laughed.


At the Start of Term Feast my friends told me of their summers and everyone exchanged gossip. The feast, always the event, proceeded wonderfully and although the food was quite tasty it was more the vibe of it that I loved. After the feast we went to our Dormitories and continued to exchange stories of the summer. I loved the Slytherin Boy’s dormitories - everything from the dark green curtains that hung on all five of our four poster beds, the hidden door to our bathroom, the oak wood desks that went well with our silver carpet, the fireplace we had instead of a window, up to the oddly shaped closet that sat in the center of the room.

That night, after we had run out of stories to tell, I laid awake thinking about what the year would bring. Yes, the Dark Lord was gaining power, but he was overseas looking for new recruits and training with various wizards and was expecting to be gone for at least two years so I knew that he would not be creating chaos in the midst of my final years at Hogwarts and for that I was glad. Not having to worry about the Dark Lord did not mean, however, that I didn’t have anything to worry about. Not only did I have a full load of classes (I had passed all of my OWLS and would be able to get into everything I sighed up for, which was a lot -I doubted even Mudblood Granger was going to take as many classes I was- because for as long as I could remember I had always wanted to be an Unspeakable and as no one knows what they do no one person gave the same advice on what classes I should take.), but I also was also going to be a Prefect a duty I thoroughly enjoyed (and needed to fulfill if I was to be Head Boy-my top goal aside from beating Potter at Quidditch- the next year) but was nevertheless stressful.