Pure Blood

Pure Blood

Prologue: Purity and Perfection

I was born home. In
the Malfoy mansion. Born
under the Malfoy Crest. The class=SpellE>Malfoy family’s subscript was no noble nonsense of truth,
courage and loyalty... but something most Slytherin. class=GramE>Something that became both my lifeline and doom. class=GramE>Purity and Perfection.
What was really meant was perfection through purity. So basically they could
have reduced it to just one word dominating the Black family past, present and
future: Purity.

Thus, I was born under the sign of
purity. Meant to grow into a perfectstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'>  young man. Pale, unscathed skin,
smooth blonde locks and, most important, crimson red blood that was unstained.
And I would make my parents proud, being as I had become, their Golden Boy.

Potter was the weakling’s side golden
boy. I was meant to shine brighter. When Voldemort
would rise, I would rise. And become the incarnation of the Slytherin
ideal of purity.

I always knew it. I was a God.

My parents educated me so I would
grow to understand the responsibility of pure blood. So I could grow up to the
expectations. First lesson was that purity meant status. I grew used to having
servants swarmed around the place waiting on me. It meant I could have every
toy I wanted, whilst all other children were so far beneath me. Once, young class=SpellE>Pansey Parkinson punched my nose drawing blood. My own
mother came running out the house into hysterics. I was able to witness the
vicious beatings Pansey received from her father. He
kept on yelling things about having smudged the perfect blood. And while
licking at the popsicle Narcissa
had given me to comfort, I learned that pure blood was meant to be worshipped.

Indirectly, you could say, I also
learned that purity was not something to be meddled with. This is where
perfection meets tragedy. This is where my true story begins.

Chapter One

He was panting and moaning above
me. His voice growing deeper and lower, transgressing the
border between humanity and plain carnal anger.

“Need to..
harder…”

In another world that did not have
me in it, I clenched my legs around his back, drawing him in a tighter grip.

In near climax oblivion, he forced
his bloodied finger in my mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, “for God’s sake, suck!”

In preventing from choking I
quickly swallowed my own steely tasting blood.

Blood that was so
precious and sacred.

“Blood of my blood,” my father had
spoken the first time he had drawn me to his bedroom. “Now learn what a true
bond of pure blood entails.”

My blood, his
blood. Lines were merely smudging but blood remained pure.

“You… we have reached a new level
of perfection,” father had said after he had climaxed inside me for the first
time.

And I learned that family bonds
were bonds of blood and semen.

To Be Continued…

The plot for the story so far, as
sketched in my mind, will involve Harry/Draco in
later chapters. I hope the story up until now has captured the interest of some
readers.. Please let me know in a review whether you
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