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Disclaimer (for the whole story): This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Pairings: HP/DM

Rating: NC-17

Guide: "Talk", Thoughts, ~letters and other written stuff~

Warnings: language, sexual themes, a bit angsty at times, slight bondage, light humiliation, AU at the end of 5th year (e.g. Sirius is alive and Lucius is not in prison) and of course a lemon or two!

Please read until the end of the chapter as not everything is as it seems in the beginning.

Attention: This is the very short prologue of the sequel to Dragon Pox! So please go and read Dragon Pox first before reading this story. This sequel is basically an AU 6 th year story which is influenced by what happened in Dragon Pox.


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-~-~- Prologue -~-~-

-~-~-by StillWatersAreDeep-~-~-

 

Lucius Malfoy was a very happy man right now. Not only had he been able to avoid being send to Azkaban after the fiasco in the Ministry, but he'd also been graced with a special honour. From all the Death Eaters, the Dark Lord had chosen his home to function as his base. And as this wasn't enough, Lord Voldemort had requested a private meeting with him.

 

Considering that Draco had just come back from his trip to France yesterday afternoon, the Malfoy Lord suspected that the Dark Lord wanted to talk about his son's future in the Death Eater ranks. With happy dreams of how Draco would be the first of his classmates to receive the Dark Mark, Lucius knocked on the door to his most eloquent guest room, where Lord Voldemort currently resided.

 

Instead of the usual “Enter”, the door opened wordlessly on its own. Shrugging his shoulders, Lucius Malfoy entered the guest room. When he saw that the sitting room was empty while the door to the bedroom was ajar, he suspected that the reason behind the lack of a vocal invitation was due to his Lord still being busy in the other room.

 

While it was basically his couch, Lucius didn't dare to just sit down on the soft black leather furniture without a prior invitation, less he angered the Dark Lord and risked the chance of Draco being initiated before the new term started. Therefore, he decided to walk around the room.

 

His feet led him towards the slightly opened door. Curious of what was keeping his lord from meeting him, he risked a short glimpse into the room and was surprised by what he saw. There on the big four-poster bed lay Lord Voldemort and next to him was none other than his sister-in-law, Bellatrix Lestrange.

 

He couldn't say that he was shocked that Bellatrix would cheat on her husband. Especially not if it was with their Lord. The woman apotheosized the Dark Lord and would do anything he asked of her. No, what surprised Lucius was that they were sitting rather close together, and—if he didn't know that he would be Crucioed for even thinking it—he would have said that they were having a post-orgasm cuddle.

 

Lucius came out of his shock when he heard the Dark Lord say his son's name. Interested, he perk up his ears.

 

“And because Draco is gay, this task should be even easier for him to fulfil.Therefore, Bella, it would please me immensely if you could teach him this very delicate art,” Voldemort told her, stroking her cheek lovingly.

 

“Of course, my Lord,” Bellatrix agreed, eager to be of use.

 

“If you excuse me, Lucius will be here any moment,” Lord Voldemort said in dismissal, as he got out of bed in all his naked snake-like glory and wandlessly dressed himself with a wave of his hand.

 

Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, Lucius hurried away from the door.

 

“Ah, Lucius. I didn't hear you knock,” Voldemort said when he saw that his host had entered the sitting room.

 

“I'm sorry, my Lord,” Lucius replied. “When the door opened after I knocked on it, I assumed that you'd spelled the door opened,” he explained what happened, a bit afraid that he would be punished for entering without permission.

 

“Bella must not have closed it properly in her eagerness,” Voldemort said more to himself than to Lucius, but the blond man still heard him.

 

“Take a seat,” the Dark Lord said, pointing at the leather couch.

 

Quickly, Lucius did as he was asked and eagerly waited for his Lord to speak. Going by what he'd just overheard, Lucius assumed that the 'delicate art' the Dark Lord had referred to was the art of sexual pleasure. At least, this was the only art that made sense to the man.

 

He saw his assumption further confirmed by the fact that Draco being gay would make the task easier for his son and also that the request had been made in the Dark Lord's bed. So, he was surprised when, during their thirty minute talk, Lord Voldemort didn't mention at all that he wanted Draco to become his new lover. Instead, the Dark Lord explained to him that he would not mark Draco while he was still going to Hogwarts, less Dumbledore would throw him out of the school; something Voldemort did not want to happen.

 

What gave Lucius hope though, was that his Lord at least mentioned that he had a special task for his son. However, Voldemort told him that Bellatrix would inform Draco directly of what was expected of him as he didn't want the task to be known yet. Still, it bothered the blond man that he couldn't go around and boast that his son had caught the attention of their Lord.

 

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Today must be my lucky day, Lucius thought as he was on his way from the Dark Lord's room to the library. If Bellatrix had closed the door, I would never have found out what the Dark Lord has planned for Draco. But why keep it a secret though? he wondered.

 

It can only be because Draco is still under age, Lucius mused, not able to come up with another explanation. As if it would bother me, the blond though, miffed.

 

“Draco,” Lucius called out when he spotted his son walking up the stairs, presumably on his way to his room in the north wing.

 

“Yes, father?” the younger blond inquired, walking to where Lucius stood.

 

“The Dark Lord has a special task for you,” he said, eager to inform his son about the good news. “Your aunt Bellatrix will inform you about the details later today. I want you to do your best to learn everything she teaches you,” he stressed.

 

“I will,” Draco promised. On the inside though, Draco was fearing what his crazy, torture-loving aunt would be teaching him.

 

“Good,” was Lucius short reply before he continued on his way towards the library. He had some books about the art of pleasure to find. It won't do if Draco only knows what Bellat knows. No, my son will have to know more than his aunt to surpass her to consolidate his place as the Dark Lord's lover, Lucius thought as he entered the library to began his search.

 

In the end, he had found four books he deemed suitable enough and presented them to Draco the next day with the order to read them andmore importantlypractise the movements/acts to perfection till the end of the new school year. Lucius' ambition went even so far that he promised his son that he would get him some sex toys to practise with before the week was over.

 

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You should never assume. You know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you and me because that's how it's spelled.” — Ellen DeGeneres

 

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Poor Draco. If only Lucius had heard about the plebeian wordplay concerning 'assume', he may would have not been so fast into pressuring his son into having to learn how to perfectly pleasure a man. Because when Voldemort had been talking with Bellatrix, he hadn't asked her to train Draco in how to please him.

 

No, 'very delicate art' referred to the skill of Occlumency he wanted her to teach Draco. And why Draco being gay would make the task easier for him? Simple. The Dark Lord wanted Draco to become close to Harry. And if the blond would have to seduce the Boy Who Lived, then by all means, he should. Though, with the boys having been Dragon Pox vaccination partners, Voldemort believed that Draco would be able to get into Harry's good graces without having to whore himself out. Which only leaves one question open. Why didn't Voldemort tell Lucius what exactly his son's task was?

 

Mistrust? Wanting to play mind-games? No, Lucius simple wasn't an Occlumens. And as Lucius was prone to meet Albus Dumbledore be it in the ministry or at Hogwarts, Voldemort didn't want to risk the old headmaster finding out about his plans by seeing into Lucius' unprotected mind.

 

And so, the rest of Draco's summer holidays were spent learning Occlumency from his aunt and reading the books his father gave him. All the time wondering, but never daring to ask his father, why he wanted Draco to become the perfect lover for another man.

 

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AN: The updates for this story will be very slow as I have two other stories to continue. Also I would love if someone would be kind enough to beta (or at least proofread) this story. PM me if you're interested.

Next Update: Expect it about Christmas time.

Question: Which POV would you prefer for the next chapter—Draco's or Harry's?