A Father's Lessons

Author's notes: This was written for the lovely LdyBastet for her birthday. Harry Potter and related characters and places are the property of JKRowling, Warner Bros, and related publishers. No money is being made from this; it is purely for entertainment (specifically, LdyBastet's).
I

Lucius' eyes fluttered open. He'd been sound asleep. The disconcerting feeling that someone was watching him carried over from his dreams to wakefulness. Perhaps that's what woke him. Pushing himself up on one elbow, he could see that his bedroom door was slightly open. He could also see the silhouette of someone in the doorway.

"Father?"

Sitting up, Lucius flicked his wand to light the lamps closest to his bed. "You ought to be in bed, Draco."

"I can't sleep. I'm afraid of the storm."

At five years of age, Draco should have been over his fear of thunder; Lucius thought he'd got Draco over the fear, anyway.

"Haven't I taught you that there's nothing to be afraid of, Draco?"

The little boy nodded.

"And?"

Hesitation, then: "Can I sleep with you, please, Father?" Two steps. "It's too loud. Please?"

"Shut the door behind you."

Draco did as he was told, quietly, before running to the bed and jumping in.

"What have I told ou about running inside, Draco?"

"That I'm not supposed to," Draco said, burrowing beneath the covers.

"And what else have I said about being inside?"

Draco had an impish look to him as he pulled the covers up to his chin. "That I'm not supposed to jump on the furniture."

Lucius settled in himself, splaying his hand across Draco's small chest before rubbing gently. "Don't do it again, Draco."

"I'm sorry, Father." He didn't sound apologetic in the least.

Lucius put out the lights. "Goodnight, Draco."

The boy was already asleep, soothed by the movements of his father's hand stroking his chest.

Lucius smiled, pleased that Draco had come to him, rather than going to Narcissa.

Narcissa didn't love Draco the way Lucius did, anyway.

II

Lucius was in the middle of an excellent dream, in which he had his wife naked and bound in bed, begging for him, when a knock on his door woke him. He shivered as the cool sheets slid across his hot erection when he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"Come in."

The door opened and Draco stepped into the bedroom.

"I can't sleep, Father. It's too quiet in my bedroom."

Lucius lit his bedside lamp and beckoned Draco closer. "I can imagine that it's quite a change from sharing a room with four other boys." After Draco's nod, Lucius said, "Come. Let me see how much you've grown while you were away."

Draco had grown several centimeters during his first year at Hogwarts. Lucius asked Draco to turn and, while Draco's back was to his father, Lucius pulled the dressing gown from his son's shoulders.

"Remove your pyjamas, if you would."

Draco did as was asked of him, without hesitation. Lucius trailed his fingers down Draco's spine, teasing the top of Draco's cleft.

"My, my. Someone is growing to be a very attractive young man."

When Draco turned to face his father once more, he had a smile of pride on his face. "Thank you, Father."

"Get into bed, Draco. I know just the thing to help us both to sleep."

~~~

When Draco returned to Hogwarts on September first, it was Lucius who had trouble falling asleep at night.

III

"I have something for you in my study, Draco," Lucius said when they arrived at the Manor. "Your mother is preparing a dinner party in your honour."

"Yes, Father." Draco rarely got to see the inside of his father's study; it was Lucius' private room, where he handled confidential business, or privately entertained Very Important Acquaintances. That Draco was being invited in now led to Draco's presumption that, whatever his father was to give him, it was something Important. Special.

Lucius motioned for Draco to sit on the side desk; Draco wrinkled his brow - sitting on furniture? - but he did as he was instructed.

Choosing a smallish, silvery-green box from the shelf, Lucius made his way over to Draco, standing close between his son's knees. "First, Draco," he began, "I would like you to join me as one of the Dark Lord's faithful followers. You need not answer or decide anything right away; you still have several years before you're of age to join His followers. Just know that it would make me proud to have you by my side. It would make me happy to begin teaching you the ways of His followers."

Draco nodded, silently, looking up at his father. "I'll consider your request, Father."

"Good. Next, I have this for you, however... I think it would wait a moment or two..." Leaning forward, Lucius softly pressed his lips to Draco's, silently pleading and coaxing his son's lips apart. When those young lips did part, Lucius immediately drew a sharp breath through his nose and leaned closer.

He felt himself swell, the trousers and pants beneath his robes growing uncomfortably tight. He took Draco's hand and pressed it to his erection.

"You do this to me, Draco... always..."

"Father..." Draco moved to the edge of the desk, grapping at Lucius' hip and pulling him close. His breaths sounded ragged in the silence of the room; there was a pleading tone to his voice. "I've missed you... please..."

"Tell me, Draco."

"Please..." Draco felt ashamed to have to beg, but it only aroused him further. Only for his father would he beg. "Please... let me suck you..."

Placing a finger beneath Draco's chin, Lucius tilted his son's face up so that he could look into Draco's eyes. He had not done more than touching with his son up until that point. "Did you learn at school?"

"Yes, just this past year, a sixth-year... please let me?"

Of course Draco had learnt at school - where else would he have learnt it? Lucius took a step back, then another, and watched as his son slid off the desk and got on his knees. Lucius parted his robes, undid his flies; his cock was more than half-hard already, practically straining towards that pink, kiss-swollen mouth.

It was quite obvious that Draco hadn't performed lthis act more than once or twice, but that didn't take away from the fact that it was the best thing Lucius had ever experienced. Seeing his son on his knees, eyes closed, cheeks pink, lips pinker and wrapped around his cock, it all worked together to make Lucius come embarrassingly quickly. Draco made a face but didn't spit anything out, and even took care to lick Lucius' cock clean.

A house-elf entered the study with a loud *crack*. "Dinner is ready, Masters. Mrs Malfoy is expecting Masters Malfoy at the table, now." Before either Lucius or Draco could answer, the house-elf disappeared again.

"Go get ready for dinner, Draco," Lucius said, wiping a stray lock of hair from his face. "I'll be down in a few moments."

Draco left with a nod and a small smile; Lucius needed the few moments to compose himself. Draco had been so eager to get Lucius' cock in his mouth, it seemed... Lucius would simply have to teach his son the finer points of fellatio once they were in bed.

IV

The summer passed quicker than ever before. Draco would be off to Hogwarts in the morning for his fifth year of school, and Lucius would, inevitably, miss the boy terribly while he was away. Draco, more often than not these days, spent the night in his father's bed while his mother, in her own suite of rooms, was oblivious in regards to her husband and son.

Both Lucius and Draco were still, once the bedside lamp was put out. "Will you come visit me at Hogwarts, Father?" Draco asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Not in the sense you mean, but yes. I'll undoubtedly need to visit the school several times throughout the year; I'll be sure to make plans with Dumbledore for you and I to meet."

"Christmas is quite far away, isn't it?" Draco's hand moved beneath the covers as he spoke. "If we can't meet at Hogwarts, then I must wait until I'm home again. The first opportunity will be Christmas. That's four months away." By the time he finished speaking, his fingers were firmly wrapped around his father's swelling erection.

Lucius' breath was quickening as he let his son manipulate him. "Surely you can wait that long?"

Draco whined, "I don't want to wait that long. But I'll have no other choice." Draco threw the covers back and changed his position in bed, so that he could tease the flesh in his hand with his mouth.

Lucius couldn't speak. Draco had learned quickly over the summer how to best please his father orally, and was always so eager to have his father's cock in his mouth.

"You'll... have classmates... to satisfy you," Lucius managed to say. It was hard to think when so much of his blood was in his cock. Draco mumbled something, sending vibrations up Lucius' cock, causing him to arch and writhe. His fingers scrabbled at Draco's shoulders, pulling him away from his task. If this was to be their last night together until Christmas, Lucius wanted more than a simple, however delicious, blowjob.

Without saying a word, directing his son with nudges and gentle pulling, Lucius lay on his side with Draco in front of him, back to chest. "I wanted to wait, Draco, another year, at least..." He kissed the neck in front of him, hands sliding over Draco's sides, hips and thighs, avoiding the prick he knew was hard.

"Wait for what, Father?"

Lucius smiled to himself, inexplicably pleased by the way Draco wriggled and squirmed. Without saying a word, he slipped a finger beween the cheeks of Draco's arse, teasing the puckered flesh there. Draco's leg slid forward, silently granting permission. There was no doubt in Lucius' mind that his intentions were not lost on Draco. He never put words to his actions, and Draco never gave any indication that he wanted to stop, never made a sound to let his father think that he was in any discmfort whatsoever, although there were plenty of sounds to the contrary.

They didn't fall asleep until just before the sun began to highlight the clouds on the distant horizon. It din't matter; the house elves would make sure that they both woke in the morning. Draco would be able to sleep on the train to Hogwarts and, if need be, Lucius had plenty of Ennervating Elixer in his bathroom cabinet, should there be an unexpected meeting that he could not avoid.

Four months wasn't that long, after all...