Father-Son bonding

Title: Father-Son bonding
Author: Wickedswanz
AN: Written for MistressMalfoy - Hope you like it.
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“I’ve decided, Draco, that it is time you became a man.”

Draco didn’t bother to look up from his breakfast. Instead he took another sip of his tea and a delicate bite from his toast before answering. “I am a man, Father”

Lucius raised a single brow at his arrogant son and chuckled despite himself. “What makes you so sure, my son?” He took a sip from his own tea but did not lower his gaze.

Draco sighed dramatically and placed his toast back on the plate. “I am seventeen, father, and I am arranged to be wed next year, and I managed to dispose of my virginity last year.” He raised a single, well manicured hand to halt his father’s interruption. “Also I have managed to arrange employment for myself, even though I have a very tidy trust fund waiting for me on my eighteenth birthday.”

Draco rose to his feet and dropped his napkin onto his plate. “Please father, I really don’t have time for these games, anymore. If you are suffering from empty-nest syndrome, I suggest you have one of the house boys assist you.” He smirked at his father before turning away and heading towards the door.

“Your lack of virginity may be a fact Draco, but you are yet to experience true sex with a real woman.” The words dripped from Lucius’ lips like warm honey and he smiled wickedly as his son stopped dead and returned to the table. “Ah, I see I have your attention now.”

Draco sat back down and refilled his cup. “Father, I must ask,” Draco kept his eyes guarded and his voice flat. “What exactly have I been fucking for the past year, if they were not women?”

“Oh come now Draco, you can hardly call those silly wafes, with whom you cavort, women.” Lucius waved his hand dismissively and tipped his head slightly to the side. “What I’m talking about is a woman with fire in her belly and raw passion running through her veins.” He grinned as his son swallowed hard. “No Malfoy can truly call himself a man until he has experienced such a woman at least once.”

Draco cleared his throat and concentrated hard on speaking without letting his voice crack. “Do you have such a woman on hand, father?”

“No.” Lucius stood and straightened his expensive green robes. “But I will. Return here tomorrow night and I will take care of the rest.”

~*~*~

The tall graceful wizard glided quickly through the halls of Hogwarts towards his private rooms. It had been two years since he’d turned on the Dark Lord and been quite helpful in his final capture and execution. Now he taught Defence Against the Dark Arts. Quite fitting, if he did say so himself.

“Miss Granger! You will desist at once and return to your room.”

The loud, booming voice of an outraged Severus Snape drew his attention, and the name Granger brought on an amused smile. At seventeen, the muggleborn head girl was a constant thorn in his side, and as it seemed a thorn in the side of his friend as well.

“I will not! You, Professor Snape, are a heartless bully.”

Lucius turned the corner and stood just outside the door of Professor Snape’s office. He pushed the door in just a crack to give him a better view of the pair within. The argument was definitely heated and both teacher and student were glaring at one another, neither willing to give an inch. He had to give it to Miss granger, most students would have cut and run under such a glare from Severus, but she was firmly standing her ground.

“That may be, but it does not take away the fact that I am the professor and he is the student, as are you.” He paced twice in front of her small yet set frame before coming to a full stop again. “You would do well to remember your place.”

Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, and closed. She was obviously very angry and considerably more frustrated. Lucius watched with interest as she raised her chin another half an inch. He could literally feel the anger and energy radiate from her shapely body.

“My place, sir, is between the students any potential danger, both physical and mental.” She stepped forward and prodded his chest with a single finger, much to his shock. “You, sir are a definite threat to Neville Longbottom’s mental health and I will not stand by and allow you to abuse him any longer!”

Lucius chose this moment to leave them to their argument. To be honest he was not really surprised to see that Miss Granger did indeed have a fire in her belly. He had felt the raw angry energy vibrating in the air and found it most stimulating. But, fire was only half of what he was looking for, and he was sure that, as passionate as the girl was about her responsibilities, she did not possess the kind of pulsing sexual passion he required.

~*~*~

Later that night Lucius took to the halls again and headed out into the brisk night air. He was not walking long before he spotted movement down by the lake. Curious, he turned and strode slowly towards the movement but stopped suddenly and quickly slid behind another tree as he realized what he had seen.

Less then 2 meters away he could hear the sounds of almost animalistic lust. He grinned and peeked around the tree to watch this new show.

A pair of long, creamy thighs tightly around the waist of a tall, black clad figure that had to be Severus. Lucius chuckled. “I guess he needed a little relief after his spat with the delectable Head girl.” He thought, “Can’t say I blame him.”

The Potion’s Master thrust harshly into the wantonly moaning woman, grunting and gripping her tighter as he sort his own release.

Lucius saw the thick curly brown hair first, then the full gasping mouth of Miss Hermione Granger. A wide grin spread and he admitted that he had never been more thrilled to have been proven wrong. She cried out and moaned and panted and purred into Severus’ ear as he continued to pound her into the tree. The rough bark musing her hair and probably scratching up her back rather badly.

“Ooh Professor…” She purred, then cried out, “Ah that’s what I want, sir. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

Severus growled and grunted and thrust harder, faster. “What would your little friend, Potter say if he were to come out into the night and…Ah…Catching you being fucked like a whore by the most hated Potion’s Master?”

His words only enflamed her more and she practically screamed his name as her body shook with her blazing passion.

Lucius grinned and began to head back to the castle. He had found his woman after all, and she had been right under his nose and digging in his side the whole time.

~*~*~

The next night Draco returned to his father’s private rooms as requested and found his father beckoning him with a broad and wicked grin. Without saying anything he pointed towards the two-way mirror. Draco moved closer, turned his attention to the room in question, and gasped as he saw the gift his father had brought.

Her long chestnut curls cascaded down over her shoulders and her full, womanly form was clad in a very sexy, yet conservative, emerald, green, silk teddy and matching black negligee. Her eyes flashed and her bosom rose and fell heavily with her quickly growing frustration. She searched the room then tried the door again. Locked. With a loud, yet unheard scream she threw herself unceremoniously on to the large bed and glared at the ceiling.

Draco swallowed hard and had to blink a couple of times before he was ready to speak. “That’s Granger. Mudblood Granger.” His eyes were wide and he seemed to be having a hard time breathing.

Lucius chuckled and let his predatory gaze drift over the scantily dressed Gryffindor.

“Don’t get me wrong father, but are you sure?” Draco spared his father a quick glance before returning his eyes to Hermione. “I don’t doubt there’s fire there. I mean I’ve seen her lose her temper at those two morons she hangs with, but she’s a virgin.”

Lucius laughed out loud at this and led the way to the door. “Rest assured, my son, Miss Granger is no virgin.” He opened it and stood aside so Draco could enter first then followed.

Hermione was already on her feet when they turned towards her. Her eyes flashed and they could both feel how angry she was, but there was something else there as well. Her pretty cheeks flushed as she looked at Lucius. He leered at the naughty witch as he felt her visually undressing him.

“Granger.” Draco greeted her with a sneer but nodded politely.

“Ferret.” She greeted in a similar fashion and they both turned as Lucius laughed. “Why am I here?” She grated out, her eyes flicking between the father and son.

The father’s voice flowed like warm, sweet, poison as he paced around her. “Oh come now, Miss Granger. Surely you already know the answer to that.” He swept a hand over her attire and grinned as her cheeks flushed again.

Draco moved behind her and slid the negligee off her shoulders as he flicked out his tongue to taste her ear then blew cool air over the spot, making her shiver and gasp.

“We’re going to fuck you Granger.” Draco whispered and his eyes met with his father’s as the older man stepped closer and stroked a hand through her long curls.

“Fuck that sweet body till you can barely stand for all the times you scream our names in your sweet rapture.” Lucius spoke softly, his mouth a bare centimetre from her own. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and caught her when her knees buckled. “No female can truly call herself a woman until she’s cum filled with a thick, Malfoy cock.”

They worked in sync and had her undressed in record time. Both circled around her, till Draco stood in front and Lucius behind.

“Hermione!” Her mind screamed. “What the hell are you doing? Fight! Scream! Do something!” But her body pulsed and trembled and she felt that familiar tingling heat as their gazes took her in. How long had she fantasized about this situation? And now here she was. She mentally informed her logical mind to bugger off.

“Can…Can I undress you?” Hermione’s voice cracked slightly, but her words seemed to have the desired effect as Draco’s eyes widened and darkened with lust.

“Knock yourself out, Mudblood.” He smirked and watched as she began to unbutton his white dress shirt, to reveal his broad, muscular chest.

“Now Draco,” his father admonished from behind her. “Be nice.” He stroked a hand through her hair again. “We can’t all be purebloods you know.”

She had his shirt unbuttoned and pushed it off his shoulders, letting her hands run down his strong arms and over his chest.

He groaned and closed his eyes, very much enjoying the feel of her soft hands on his body. “Fuck, Granger. If I’d known what a hot little whore you were, I would have pinned you to the wall ages ago.”

Lucius tangled his hand in her hair, grabbed a hand full and pulled her head back roughly so her head was nearly resting on his shoulder. A sharp gasp of pain left her lips and the older man sneered as he watched her face. He forcefully turned her face towards him and took her mouth in a deep, harsh kiss, nipping her bottom lip just hard enough to draw blood then lapping at it with his coarse tongue.

With one arm around her middle and the other on her breast, squeezing and tweaking the hard nipple he looked at his son. “Use your mouth on her Draco. I want her wet and ready when we plough her.”

Draco was only too pleased to oblige and dropped to his knees in front of her. He deftly lifted one of her long, smooth legs and placed it over his shoulder, occasionally licking and nipping the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

Hermione had to bite her lip to stop from crying out as her long time rival flicked his long tongue around her tight opening. Her clit ached with the need for attention and she arched and thrust her hips towards him to make him do what she wanted, but he chuckled and continued to tease. After a few minutes of circling her opening and slipping his tongue inside, nipping at her thighs, and massaging her bottom he finally gave in and flicked his tongue over her singing nub.

It was worth the wait and she could hear Lucius laughing in her ear as her body filled with hot waves of climatic bliss. Her body shook and he gripped her tighter, all the while whispering filthy obscenities into her ear.

Finally when she had finished shuddering, Lucius lowered them both onto their knees.

“Fuck her Draco. Hard, but control yourself. I don’t want it all over too soon.” Lucius growled at his son and the younger man’s indignant glare was not lost on Hermione.

Draco positioned himself at her opening and thrust inside with a roar and sneered at her cry of shock, pleasure, and pain at his sudden rough entrance.

“Fuck Granger! So fucking tight…” He stroked and rammed and grunted, hard and fast. His eyes were hooded but he continued to watch her face contort and flush. She was loving this. Loving being taken so hard by his thick, steely cock.

From behind her Lucius quickly undressed and folded his clothes neatly before approaching the pair and dropping to his knees again. He used his wand to perform a simple lubrication charm then instructed his son to stop. With his hands gripping her hips tightly enough to bruise he slowly forced his long, Malfoy shaft into her very tight ass.

He tugged her hair harshly and pulled her head back again so he could watch her eyes while he invaded her only virgin orifice. His lip curled as he watched the same mixture of pained pleasure fill her eyes.

“Relax, Miss Granger.” he growled and began to thrust in long deep strokes and Draco did the same.

All Hermione could do was Grip Draco’s strong arms and enjoy the ride. Both men were extremely big and she felt as though she were being torn apart as they took her with wild, rough abandon.

Draco grinned at her, his mouth still wide and gasping as his cock pumped inside her tight, vibrating body. “How does it feel Granger? Being the Pureblood’s whore?”

Hermione Groaned and felt her body tighten and thrill at his words.

“I think she likes that, Draco.” Lucius sniggered from behind her as he sped up his own thrusts. “Is that true Miss Granger? How do you like pureblood cock?”

She tried to speak but the only sound that came was a guttural groan. Her body shuddered and clamped down on the two Malfoys as once again her body filled with pleasure. She tipped her head back and screamed as the two men thrust harder and somehow deeper. Both gritting their teeth in concentration.

“Ooh…Ooh fuck father, fuck, fuck, fuck. So tight…So hot…I don’t think…” Draco was gasping for air as Hermione’s body continued to contract and clamp down around his throbbing cock.

“Don’t you dare!” Lucius bellowed and punctuated each word with a deep, harsh thrust. “Ride it! Just grit your teeth and ride it you pathetic boy.”

Draco tried hard to hold back, but Lucius’ smooth voice and callous words drove Hermione over the edge again, and both men cried out as she pulled them with her.

*~*~*

Later Severus burst into the room to find Hermione sleeping soundly on the large bed with a very satisfied smirk on her slightly bruised mouth.