Can You Feel This?

Ooooook people! Well first off! This is my first Harry/Draco fic. I have been meaning to make one for a VERY long time and now I finally have! I love this pairing and if anyone does not like slash otherwise known as male/male love then please DO NOT READ!

Yes, I know, crappy summary as usual but hey what can I do? (shrugs) and yes this is another fic with Draco as some sort of magical creature.

Summary (full summary):
Draco comes into his inheritance that affects almost everyone around him, especially his classmates at school.
Add a little jealousy, hormonal teens, occasional violence, humor, and a few emotions leftover and what do you get? A fanfic by the one and only! Me! Heehee! Ohhhhh and HBP and OotP NEVER happened, this is indeed a Post-War fic.

Disclaimer: I regret to say that I DO NOT own the horribly delicious Harry Potter, sexy-as-hell Draco Malfoy, and any of the other precious characters from the book that Lady J.K. Rowling so masterfully created.


And now! May I present: Can You Feel This?


Can You Feel This?
.Prologue.

The Malfoy family is a discreet, secretive family. They have many secrets and an impressive background. They are considered the best of the best, leaders, nobles, etc. to put it bluntly, the Malfoy’s are a family of wealth and respect, and are purebloods, which count greatly in the wizarding world.

Not only that, they also have what many people desire, power. To people like them, power and control is essential. Can you even imagine a Malfoy not having any power or control? Especially if it was concerning themselves?

This is where we begin our story.


Chapter One

Today was supposed to be a joyous day. Why? Well, because today was Draco Malfoy’s birthday. The young Malfoy heir was turning 16.

Here we are, early in the morning on Draco’s birthday. The young heir was asleep in his luxurious bed at 7:30 in the morning, at Malfoy Manor, which was…somewhere.

The sun was shining through the emerald satin covered balcony doors in Draco’s room and a gentle breeze was blowing through. He was sleeping, looking like an angel while breathing softly and his silvery blonde hair blew caressingly around his face as the wind blew through the balcony doors.

Then, a small house elf popped into Draco’s bedroom. He was unaware of course. The elf, which went by the name Nyx, carefully approached the bed where Draco was sleeping. “M-Master Draco, sir?”

“M-Master Draco, sir, is you awake?” Nyx squeaked out. Draco hadn’t stirred. “S-Sire? Sire i-is you awakes now?” stuttered Nyx. Nyx started looking quite anxious. “Master Draco? It’s time to awaken now sire!” Nyx said more loudly, but was still a small squeak.

Draco finally stirred after hearing Nyx’s last squeal. Nyx looked at Draco to see if he had awaken but Draco was still half-asleep. Therefore, what was an elf to do except… “MASTER DRACO!’TIS TIME TO AWAKE NOW SIRE!”

At this, Draco almost fell out of his bed. He was at least a little bit more awake now. As
soon as Draco saw the elf, he sneered, “Nyx! What the bloody hell was that about!?”

Nyx replied sheepishly, “I-I is sorry sire! Y-You see, Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa have ordered Nyx to come and wake Master Draco, sire!” Draco stared at Nyx for a while and then turned around to snuggle back into the massive amount of silk blankets.

“GAH! Sire please! Do not go back to sleep sire!” cried Nyx. After about 15 minutes of trying to sleep while hearing Nyx bawl and wail, Draco got up and out of bed. “Bloody house elves…” muttered Draco.

After going through his normal morning routine of bathing, dressing, and such, Draco went down to breakfast.

As he walked along the halls and staircases, Draco watched the portraits of different relatives while thinking of what he was to eat for breakfast.

He then enters through a grand door into the dining room, to see his mother and father, already sitting at the table having what seemed to be, a troubling conversation.

As soon as Narcissa and Lucius saw their son, they stopped talking abruptly which confused Draco greatly. Seeing Draco’s expression, Narcissa smiled at her son and said in a soft, sweet tone, “Come Draco, you must be famished dear!”

Seeing him relax slightly, Narcissa motioned for him to sit across from her. “Happy Birthday, love!” cried Narcissa excitedly.

“Thank you mother.” said Draco with a small smile. “Yes, Happy Birthday, son.” Lucius piped in after taking a sip of coffee, which made Draco smile a bit wider. Believe it or not, Lucius Malfoy is quite the loving father, he may not act as such outside the manor walls but it was indeed the truth.

Draco began putting French toast and strawberry syrup with the sweetest strawberries on his plate. Draco began eating when he noticed in the corner of his eye, his mother and father shooting worried glances at each other.

He glanced at his parents occasionally only to see the same worried, anxious looks that they were giving each other.

As he finished his breakfast, Narcissa smile at him and said,” Draco, dear. Please come to the West Wing Library after lunch, won’t you? Your father and I have to tend to a quick errand, which after it is completed; we want to have a word with you.”

“Yes, mother. However, can you not tell me now?” asked Draco who was obviously confused. “Ah well you see, love, it will take quite a while to explain what will be said so your father and I think it best that we tell you when we have a good amount of time on our hands. Also, we want would like you to be able to let you erm…shall we say…understand and let what we will say to sink in, I suppose.”

“Oh…I suppose so. Very well.” Draco answered confusedly and reluctantly. At his son’s obvious uneasiness, Lucius commented saying, “Draco, What your mother and I will tell you is going to be complicated and difficult to understand. You will understand why we want to tell you later when the time comes. Now, why don’t you go do something? Your mother and I will be leaving to tend to our errand shortly.”

Draco got up from his seat and decided to go back to his bedroom.

xX In Draco’s Bedroom Xx

Draco paced in his room and tried to think of what was so important and troubling enough to make his mother and father….antsy.

Just then, a noise coming from his windows interrupted his silent brooding. He walked over to the windows and let in a small, brown, and slightly pudgy owl. In it’s tiny beak was an envelope and to his surprise, a blood red rose.

Draco took the letter, rose from the owl, and watched as the owl flew out. After the owl was nowhere in sight, Draco looked down to see the letter and semi-bloomed blood red rose.

Draco saw that the only thing on the face of the letter was his name in scrawled but smooth handwriting.

Opening the letter, Draco read the black, inky print, which read:

Dear Draco,

I do hope that the rose is to your liking. The rose itself is quite beautiful is it not? Just as you are, my angelic devil.

I know that you are wondering who this is, aren’t you? I am afraid that I cannot tell you.
I have watched you for a very long time and have seen your piercing silver eyes with hints of aqua.

I have seen your silvery gold hair that shows just how silky your locks must be if I were to entwine my fingers into your flowing mane.

I have seen your luscious, full lips that I can imagine will feel petal soft and warm under mine.

I have also seen your body. Oh, yes my angel I have seen your lean, glorious, taut, irresistible body. Your body, which, only in my wildest dreams have writhed and arched underneath me. I have traced your sculpted muscles with, my eyes and have stripped you of your clothes day after day with my mind’s eye and imagination.

It is becoming to get unbearable to have to see you but not be able to touch you my angel. I have tried, but it gets harder and harder to control the urge to just reach out to you and ravish you with not a care in the world whether the whole universe were to see us.

My angel, I have suffered all my life and want nothing more than to be with you, and yet I cannot be with you. You are oh so near, yet always and forever will be, out of reach.

Remember my precious angel that I will forever love you, even if you know not who I am. I will cherish you until the day that I am on my deathbed.

Happy Birthday my love. And may there be more birthdays happier than the last to come.

Yours and only yours eternally and with all the love in the world,

Your secret admirer, your longing lover, and your guardian angel… for I will watch over you, my love.

And with those last words, Draco stared wide-eyed at the parchment. He was MOST DEFINITELY NOT expecting this. A LOVE LETTER?! He was absolutely shocked.

However, for some reason a scent emanated from the letter. A delicious, delectable scent that made his blood boil with need and desire was coming from the letter in his hands and he was unable to stop the urge to smell the letter.

When he brought the letter to his nose and gave it a sniff, he shuddered with pleasure at smelling that enticing scent.

It was of chocolate, and roses. A musky scent, with cinnamon and spices that made him quiver and breathe deeply.

Draco lay on his bed, brought the letter to his nose, and sniffed again. For some reason, this smell was driving him crazy and he didn’t know why. AS he smelled the letter again, he picked up the nearly forgotten rose from the edge of his bed and brought it to his nose.

He smelled the flower and smiled to himself. His mind was blank but clear and he could tell that the scent was affecting him in odd, pleasurable ways. And you know what? He liked it.

He took another whiff of the letter and lie back down on his bed, and brought the rose petals to his lips.

He moved the rose down to his neck then slowly brought it down to his collar. Hi other hand had already started to wander. It brought it’s way toward the hem of him shirt and inside.

Then, slowly, his hand caressed his stomach. Up toward his chest. To his nipples that were already beginning to harden. He tweaked the right nipple and gasped. Before he lost his head completely, he took his hand out from his shirt and started to undo the shirt buttons of his expensive silk blouse.

He groaned every time the material of the shirt brushed against his hard nipples. Putting down the rose, he made sure that his windows and doors were locked and silenced with warding charms before he continued.

He undid the belt and button of his pants and slid them down, hissing when he felt the material slide against his half-hard cock. He once again picked up the rose and started down towards his nipples, encircling one with the rose, then the other.

By this time, Draco was panting. He put the rose down and placed his left hand on the waistline of his boxers. He then placed his hand on the rather big bulge that was growing by the second. He squeezed and couldn’t keep himself from moaning.

He started massaging himself until his boxers were at the point of ripping from the huge tent. He painfully took of his constricting underwear and retrieved the rose once again. He twirled the rose in between his fingers and feathered the rose over his lean stomach.

He brought it lower, to the trail of hair leading down to his impressive cock. He teased himself, caressing the inside of his thighs then his heavy balls. Slowly, he brought the rose to his erection. His whole body was quivering in anticipation. He slid the rose to the head of his cock from the base.

He gasped and bit his bottom lip. He twirled the tip of the rose petals on the head of his cock, until the rose became wet with his pre-cum. He continued this until he couldn’t take it anymore. He put down the rose and took hold of his erection.

Putting a slight pressure on it, he slowly pumped it. He was breathing heavily. He started to picture his secret admirer. What came to mind made him pump harder.

He saw startling emerald eyes looking up at him. Then he saw that his hands were no longer his but this figure’s hands. The hands were as big as his own. Pumping him harder and harder.

The figure’s hair was now visible. A mane of rich onyx. The next thing he saw were lips. Full, pink delectable lips that were half open, panting as hard as Draco was.

The figure was tan, by the color of his hands, but he couldn’t see much more, until a broad, lean, tone muscled chest came to view. Draco was surprised that the figure had no breasts, but the pleasure made him forget about that.

He was being pushed over the edge. His hands were squeezing his cock, pumping up and down, harder, faster. He swiped his thumb over his slit as cum was now leaking, non stop.

The figure in his mind was playing with his balls, brushing against them. Draco was having a hard time breathing.

He didn’t know why, but he suddenly led a hand around him to his entrance and started caressing his puckered hole. He kept at it while pumping and swiping his palm over the head that was leaking, ready for release.

He carefully stuck his finger in his whole, seeing the mysterious figure doing it to him instead of himself. He pushed it in as far as he could without hurting himself and started thrusting it in his whole in time with his pumps.

Almost there. He was so close. Almost. Almost. Almost.

Then, “AHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Still thrusting and pumping himself of the last drop of cum, he was shaking. His breathing was slowly returning to normal, his eye lids getting heavy. Cleaning himself up with a spell, he sleepily picked up the rose from beside him, and lay it on the envelope with the letter he received.

Draco stared sleepily at the grandfather clock in his room and was surprised to find that it was only 8:45 AM. He snuggled deeper in his sheets and his last thought was ‘I have to find out where and who that letter came from…that scent drove me crazy…who…is...it’ after that last thought, everything got hazy and he went to sleep.

Ok I know it isn't that great but hey, I tried...heh...ah well...maybe the next chapter will be better!...erm maybe...