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Lucius Malfoy was a simple man despite all the complexity he shrouded himself with. Growing up in the opulent lap of luxury as result of long, long lines of wealth and power he knew one thing from birth; if you want it, take it. It started out simply enough, he saw it but then he wanted it. So he did the logical next step, he took it. And what he took? Ronald Weasley.
Luring the young lad into the back corner of the Flourish and Blotts wasn’t hard when he charmed himself to look like the Seeker for the Chudley Cannons. The boy was unguarded as his overextended parents already had to help their eldest pick out books while the monstrosities they called twins caused absolute chaos. Once they were adequately concealed behind high level scrolls most people, especially someone of Arthur Weasley’s pay grade couldn’t afford he dropped the charm and turned on the youngling. Those enchanting blues eyes stared back at him filled with stormy confusion as he realised he was not in the presence of Seeker whom his faded orange shirt supported.
“Sorry mister, I thoughts you were someone else,” his voice was pleasantly high, like sweet ringing bells on windy day. Lucius knelt down, pushing away thoughts of how dirty the floor must have been and summoned a sweet seemingly out of thin air. Any experienced wizard, heck even a muggle, would know what he did was not magic at all, just sleight of hand. But to a child, it was the greatest trick in the world. He remembered how Draco’s eyes lit up when he did the small stunt for him before he ruining the illusion. His son would not be a fool.
“Hello, Ronald,” he smirked at the child’s amazement at his display of “magic” and him ignoring that a weird man knew his name, “I can’t bear to eat this treat, would you like it?”
“Yes, Mister,” Ron reached out giddily only for the prize to be pulled out of reach. The pout on the boy’s face was sinful, his plush lips coming together stirred something inside of Lucius.
“You can have it but you have to do something for me first, okay?” Ron nodded, his eyes following the swaying treat, “Lift up your shirt for me, please?” Ron cocked his head to the side, hands slowly going to the hem of his shirt. Another wave of the sweet though, and the oversized shirt came up without any further delay.
Lucius’ eyes roamed over his prize, soft freckled flesh with a healthy pink flush, sizeable areolas and the nipples, the nipples were the best part. Instead of two rosy buds peaking out, the little nubs were hidden in the areolas, waiting for his mouth to seek them out.
“Eat your sweetie while I do something, okay? If you’re nice and quiet I’ll give you another one,” Ron nodded enthusiastically as he was handed the sugary treat, not flinching when Malfoy's large hands removed his shirt completely. Using his wand, Lucius mutter a few charms to silence and conceal the area, the last thing he wanted was his time to be disrupted and judging but the disapproving voice of Molly Weasley that carried through the shop, he had time to complete his quest.
Cool hands roamed Ron’s lithe form causing him to shudder. Distracted by the sweet it wasn’t until something warm and moist touched his chest that Ron jerked back.
“You remember our agreement, don’t you? Be a good boy for daddy and you get more sweets. Let daddy play with his baby boy’s little titties for a while, okay?” Ron didn’t really know what the man was talking about. He didn’t even know what “titties” were but apparently he had them. Also why did this man call himself daddy? Ron already had a dad. Above his confusion one thing the man said irked him, “I’m not a baby! I’m eight!”
“You’re daddy’s baby, Ronnie.”
“Not a baby. And I already have a dad, so you can’t be my dad,” Ron argued back flinching when his nipple was pinched, “That hurt!”
“I won’t hurt you if you be good, no more arguing with daddy.” Ron nodded, “It’s rude not to respond baby, say yes daddy.”
Ron thought it was kinda weird, the only person who called his dad daddy was Ginny, “Yes...daddy.”
Ron continued sucking on his treat while Lucius’ tongue licked large wet stripes on his chest. Sometimes he giggled because it tickled, like when the pigs would press their snouts into him for more food. He didn’t really understand most of what the man meant when he spoke into his chest saying things about milk and feeding, maybe they were gonna play pretend like Ginny did with her dolls. All he knew was that apparently he was a baby with titties and this man wanted to be called daddy.
Lucius squeezed the flesh in his right hand causing the nipple to slightly appear. Closing his mouth over the flesh, he sucked hard causing the boy to cry out. His other hand wasted no time in massaging the other breast as his lips caught and pulled the nipple into his hot mouth.
“Mister, that feels weird,” Ron cried puffing out his little chest. Moving his hand to the small of Ron’s back, Lucius pulled him even closer, burying his face in plush skin. Drawing his head back, nipple pulled taut by his actions, Lucius let out a growl as Ron cried out again, one small hand now resting in his long blonde locks. How he wished to swallow those cries as he pounded into the pert ass of his new obsession but that would have to wait.
He sucked the flesh around the nipple, leaving new bruises with each loud pop. The sound of wet flesh filled his ears along with small moans from the boy.
“How does it feel baby?” Lucius inquired as he attacked the abused nipple with his teeth, rolling it between his incisors and lashing it with his tongue.
“Biting hurts but I like it when you lick me...” Ron trailed off. A deeper pink flush ran from his cheeks to his neck and Lucius wanted to know if it ever went further than that, but that would be for another day.
Releasing with a delicious slurp, the Malfoy marvel at the difference in the breast. One red and angry, covered with pale purple hickeys and glimmering with his spit, the other still hiding its treasure away from him. He wasted no time in attacking the other side, biting and pulling the flesh until both nipples matched.
“Did daddy make you feel good?” He chuckles taking in the sight of a small erection.
“My peepee hurts, can we stop now?” Ron whined shifting uncomfortably. Lucius smirked and licked his chest, soothing the abused flesh before he relented, slowly pulling away from his prize. The content sighs let out by Ron told him it was very much worth it to give him a little of what he liked.
Casting a few spells he cleaned the evidence of their encounter, taking one last look at the hickey covered chest before he healed the light bruises. Helping Ron put his shirt back on, he produced another sweet, this time a chocolate frog.
“Now Ronald, no one can know about this, okay? It’s out secret,” he said with a smile. Ron nodded discarding the frog entirely to check out the card.
Lucius hung back as he allowed the youngling to return to his parents side, neither of them noticing his return.
Lucius understood to some degree that what he was doing was depraved. Ron was a child, the same age as his son. But Lucius wasn’t attracted to little boys, he refused to cast himself in the same light as pedophiles and child molesters. He only wanted Ron.
If anything it was a matter of survival, saving the pureblood families the only way he could. Arthur Weasley marrying a pureblood was by luck and he knew none of his spawn would follow in his footsteps, probably marrying half-bloods or worse. By taking Ron he was doing them a favour they couldn’t see yet, when Ron becomes his, his family will undoubtedly benefit from their son’s relationship.
He convinced himself of this for other than that he had no reason to have noticed the lad in the first place. The red headed boy was the youngest son of his eternal enemy, the Weasley family. The sun rises in the morning and sets at night, a truth no man could argue as it was a fact of life, it was the same with his hatred of the Weasley family.
He could name all the reasons starting with their love of muggles on why he hated them, but most of all he hated them because that’s how his family had operated for generations.
His hatred of course manifested in open disdain, if one cannot look down on their lesser then what was the point of them. He was with his wife and child, making a comment on the apparent lack of contraception in the household when he first spotted his future.
Little Ron Weasley trailing behind his family, his mother and father tied up with keeping their brood together that they lost track of the slowest member. Like a little lamb left by the flock, Ron followed his family of red headed plebeians through Diagon Alley.
Narcissa of course had loads to say on everything from the terrible child rearing to the general state of the children, while simultaneously handing Draco enough Galleons to clear out the sweet shop but Lucius only watched. He didn’t know if it was the deep blue eyes that took in the world with such wonder or the way he accepted his place in the back of the pack, accepted to be the bottom of the totem pole, but Lucius Malfoy knew he wanted to see more of that child.
Ron wasn’t anything miraculous, just the typical eight year old child. He liked the Chudley Cannons despite a horrendous record, he ate sweets when his family could afford them, and he loved said family with all his heart. Maybe that’s what entrapped Lucius, those eyes filled with such gentle love.
He cared for Narcissa sure, but on a superficial level. He needed to produce an heir and to marry a pureblood. She was a pureblood who could produce an heir. They met at Hogwarts and though he didn’t necessarily care for her all that much, Andromeda was a blood traitor, Bellatrix was crazy, and their parents already wanted them to get married.
Fault fell on her as well, she did what was expected of a high class wife. Produce an heir, act as lady of the house, engage in socialite activities and obey her husband. But everything she did was not out of her love for him but so she didn’t end up a black spot on the Black family tapestry. During their love making, if he could call it that, there was no passion, no lust, and absolutely no love. It was the means to an end and as soon as the unborn child was declared a boy (what else would it be they are Malfoys after all) they never touched each other again. If she was not committed to keeping up appearances for their son, he’s sure she’d sleep in a different room from him.
So when Lucius saw that love, the complete submission of feelings, he wanted it, he wanted Ronald Weasley. And anything a Malfoy wants, a Malfoy takes.
Ron didn’t know why his family was in such disarray this morning. It was only Tuesday but his dad hadn’t gone to work after breakfast and his mom had charmed everything that could clean to clean. Even Fred and George were acting a little better. He knew it had something to do with the night before when a man named Mr.Shacklebolt came and his parents sent everyone to their rooms. Of course Fred and George didn’t actually listen and stayed on the stairs but whatever they heard must have made them act weird.
“Ron! Mummy said everyone should come down stairs!” Ginny yelled from behind the door. Ron put down his new, well new to him, Cannons poster to hang later before bumbling down the stair to the family room.
“Everyone take a seat, your mother and I have an announcement,” his father began taking a deep sigh. Like the rest of his siblings Ron instinctively tensed, the last time his dad said that and sighed he told them Uncle Bilius died after seeing a grim, “Something bad happened and well, we are going to have some people stay with us,” he said said like he still couldn’t believe it.
None of them said anything until Fred perked up being the eldest of what was left of the Weasley children during the school year, “Why do they have to stay here! You hate the Malfoys!”
Clarity came to Ron as the pieces fell in place. He’d never met a Malfoy but he heard all about them from his father. They were rich arseholes who believed that purebloods were better than anyone else. Of course they were purebloods too, but they were poor and what other families called blood traitors and muggle lovers.
“Fred don’t interrupt, let me explain to Ron and Ginny,” his father reprimanded, “Before any of you were born there was a war,” Ron nodded. He’d heard the story of You-Know-Who five thousand times but what he hadn’t know was the new information, “The Malfoys were part of his army, the Death Eaters but claimed to be under the mind control curse, so they didn’t get in trouble. Some of the other Death Eaters that managed to escape the Aurors don’t like the Malfoys so they tried to attack them two nights ago. Until they are caught, the Ministry is letting them live with us along with Mr.Shacklebolt. They’ll be staying in Bill’s room and Mr.Shacklebolt will stay down here in Ginny’s room. Ginny and Ron you guys are gonna share a room for a while.”
Ron wasn’t mad he had to share a room with Ginny, she only recently stopped coming to him at night afraid that a grim was waiting for her in the shadows. But he didn’t like that they had to stay, “What if the bad people come here?”
“Oh Ron,” his mother sighed placing a familiar hand in his head, “The Ministry will keep us safe. Don’t worry about being hurt just be good and don’t make a mess. That goes for all of you,” his mother locked her eyes on the twins, “Some more than others.”
Ron helped Ginny take some of her things upstairs, mainly toys, and was even nice enough to give her a whole section of the room for all her stuff. When he heard three deafening knocks on the front door he ran downstairs, Ginny in tow, to see the Malfoys he’d heard so much about.
His mother opened the door first to reveal the man from the night before but Ron was surprised at the second person to enter. Long white-blond hair, steely grey eyes and a familiar snake headed cane. It was the man from the Flourish and Blotts. Those eyes locked on Ron, a hint of a smile played on the m- Mr.Malfoy’s lips.
“Good afternoon, Mister and Mrs.Weasley, children,” he greeted his eyes only flickering away when he mentioned his parents.
“We were under the impression that your wife and child would be joining you,” Molly said, already corralling them to the family room for tea.
“We thought it safer that Draco and I be separated. If worse comes to worse there’s no reason for me and my heir to both meet out demise,” he dismissed sitting down on one of the old seats. Ron hung back with the rest of his siblings, he wasn’t supposed to like Malfoys and Malfoys weren’t supposed to like him, but Mr.Malfoy gave him sweets even though he did weird things too.
“I will be back soon, I must secure the perimeter and look to see if we were followed,” Mr.Shacklebolt said getting up, Mr.Weasley rising as well to join him. Molly nodded and after charming all the luggage to travel to the appropriate spaces she returned to her chores for the day, starting with the garden.
Soon enough Fred and George lost interest in the Malfoy. It was hammered into them that he was absolutely off limits and that they would get the most vicious of spankings if they even attempted a prank, double for trying anything on Mr.Shacklebolt. They ran outside, probably to go kick gnomes or something. Ginny went up to play with her dolls so all that was left was Ron in the kitchen and Mr.Malfoy in the family room.
“Ronnie, come here. Daddy wants to see his baby boy,” Lucius called. Ron peaked out from the kitchen, his eyes immediately landing on the sweet in the older man’s hand.
“You’re a Malfoy, you’re the Malfoy. I don’t want your sweets,” Ron fired back. Lucius frowned putting the treat down.
“That hurts my feelings Ronnie, I thought we were friends. I’ve never done anything mean to you, have I?” He asks tilting his head. Ron watches his fair fall to the side like a silky waterfall, he remembered how soft it was to hold but shakes his head.
“Malfoys and Weasleys don’t get along,” he said more to himself than Lucius.
“I gave you sweeties and I made you feel good, didn’t I Ronnie? I’ve never been mean to you have I?” Ron shook his head.
“But my dad doesn’t like you,” Ron whispered, “You’re mean to him.”
“Your father and I are adults and we have adult issues. I’m sorry he’s poisoned your perception of me, but I would never do anything to make you upset with me Ronald,” Lucius picked up the sweet again and held it out to him. Ron turned around and looked out the open back door to see his mom and brothers preoccupied. Slowly he walked into the family room, climbed up the chair, and started to lift his shirt.
“Look at my baby so eager to feed me,” Lucius chuckled. Ron decided that he liked it when Mr.Malfoy laughed. It was deep and different, so unlike any of the laughs from his family.
“Feed you what?” Ron asked as he received the sweet. He moved as he was ushered to lay down on the couch, shirt already abandoned on the floor.
“Milk of course, like a mummy pig to her piglets.” Ron didn’t really get it, he wasn’t a pig or a girl for that matter. How was he supposed to make milk? Before he could say anything else a moan was ripped from his throat as Lucius immediately went for his prize.
His teeth burrowed in, clamping around the hidden nipple and pulling it out harshly. He sucked the flesh into his mouth, moving his hands to the small hips of his boy. He ground his hardening cock into the pert ass on his young lover, humming in delight when the small hardness of his lovers own immature cock pressed against his stomach.
“Don’t bite me like that,” Ron whined pushing the offending mouth away. Lucius released him with a pop, hips snapping harshly. Ron gasped at the new developments in their nether regions.
“How else am I supposed to get my milk baby?” Lucius crooned his hand moving to massage the reddening flesh.
“Be nice to me. You said you wouldn’t hurt me and that hurt. If you want...milk you have to be nice to my- uh my-“
“Titties?”
“Yeah. If you’re nice to my titties then you’ll get milk,” Ron was pretty sure that’s not how it worked. He never heard of boys having milk before but he was only eight and Lucius was an adult. He’d know more so if he said he can get milk from him then he probably could.
“Daddy’s sorry baby. I’ll be nice but can you say something for me?” Ron nodded, “Say, ‘Daddy please suck my titties gently’.”
“Daddy, please suck my titties gently,” Ron repeated. As soon as he finished he was rewarded with long licks to his chest, the kind that dragged on his nipple and shook him with pleasure.
“Like that baby?” Ron nodded trying to pull Lucius back to his chest, “Use your words baby.”
“Lick me again, please daddy,” Ron begged pushing his chest into the hot waiting mouth. The sweet laid discarded on the floor as the lad rocked his tiny breast into the waiting mouth.
Lucius alternated in quick succession from nipple to nipple, filling the room with obscene slurps and wet pops. Erect buds red and soaked in his drool stood out to meet him. Ron didn’t really know what he was doing but something told him to put his hand on Mr.Malfoy’s cheek so he did. It was smooth and hot like the rest of his body and so unlike his dad’s stubble filled face.
He giggled at the look on Mr.Malfoy’s face; his mouth laid open and pupils blown wide. Looking back Ron would realise that was the moment he sealed his fate with Lucius, but at that moment the enamoured man looked hilarious.
“Can I give you a kiss Ronnie?” Lucius asked, his fingers trapping nipples between them and softly tugging. Ron thought about it and shook his head. Lucius probably didn’t have witch germs but the only people that kissed him were his mom and Aunt Muriel and it was always nasty when they did it, “It’ll feel good, I promise,” Lucius said running a hand through short red locks.
Ron acquiesced and closed his eyes tight waiting for the slobber fest that always accompanied kisses to his cheeks. Instead he was met with a soft push against his lips. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he opened them, kisses on the lips were always for mums and dads.
“You can’t do that! I’m not your wife!” Ron blurted our covering his mouth with his hands. Lucius’ deep rumble caused him to calm but then another kiss was pressed into his temple.
“You’re my baby Ronnie, I can kiss you there. It’s just a kiss, nothing bad.” Ron nodded, it was just a kiss. People kissed all the time. With newfound resolve he kissed Lucius, well tried to. The older man was about to say something when he took his chance which resulted in his lips being captured by pearly white teeth. Lucius was careful so it didn’t hurt as he tugged on Ron’s lips, slowly releasing them.
“You’re very cute Ronnie, such a handsome lad with such a pretty mouth,” Ron smiled at the compliment. Lucius brought his right hand to Ron’s mouth, two fingers tracing his lips, “Will you suck my fingers like a sweet my precious baby?”
“Ron? Where are you?” Instead of opening his mouth, Ron started to scramble under Lucius. If his mom saw this she’d get mad at him for bothering Mr.Malfoy and he’d be spanked. Before he could get out his world went dark.
Lucius sighed as he quickly healed the bruises and put Ron’s shirt back on. He wasn’t expecting their time to be cut short nor his boy’s panic. He didn’t want to stupefy his young lover but desperate times call for desperate measures. When Molly finally entered the room, he could tell by her face she was taken aback.
It’s not everyday you see your son sleeping cuddled into the side of a man who hates everything your family stand for.
“Young Ronald is good company,” he said, “Very optimistic about the Cannons chances this year.” Lucius wouldn’t be a Malfoy if he couldn’t read people like a beginner’s potion recipe. Molly Weasley was terrified of whatever could’ve happened to her son while she was away. He wouldn’t fault her though. Not that Draco would ever be in that position, his son had taste after all, but if he saw him even talking to Arthur Weasley in a way that was less than outright disgust then his son would be on the first floo to Norway.
“Yes Ron is a very nice boy,” she replied inching closer. Lucius had half a mind to pull the boy closer but rationality won out as he allowed Molly to pick up her son, “He must not have slept last night, must’ve been excited to see Mr.Shacklebolt again,” he smile politely and nodded ignoring the fake smile that played on her lips.
Though he hated to see him go, Lucius knew the road to success start with delaying gratification. Good things come to those who wait.