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What A Malfoy Is.

“Stypefy! Petrificus Totalus!” The Death Eater fell with a loud bang in the large stone hall. Harry looked around, taking in the details and checking corners to see if anyone still lurked out of sight. The room was sparsely lit with torches, many of which had gone out during the fighting. To one side was a raised platform with Voldemort’s throne on. The madman was gone, though - escaped once again. Harry eyes fell on the large bed, with blue covers. It was completely round and stood in the middle of the room. At what Harry deemed as the head there hung a deep red curtain from the ceiling, which could be pulled around to hide the whole bed. He frowned at it, wondering what sort of sick things the Death Eaters did.
   
“Shit, is that… Malfoy?” Ron’s voice made Harry glance sideways at his friend, and then follow his pointed finger. He gasped. On the floor, not far from the bed, lay a naked body. It was pale, but with many bruises already forming. The hips, which were still slightly lifted into the air by a spell, had red marks on them. But the thing that disgusted Harry most was the large red dildo sticking out of the person’s ass. Although the body was thinner than when Harry last had seen it, he knew it could only be Malfoy.
   
“Ron, go into the corridor and make sure no one gets in here,” Harry said. “Just let me get him covered up first, alright?” Ron nodded, a little green looking and hurried out of the room. Harry quickly made his way over the few Death Eaters that had been left in the room when they had broken through, and knelt by Malfoy’s side. The boy’s head was hidden in his arms. Harry wasn’t sure if he was awake or not. Thinking it best to just get it over with Harry grabbed hold of the dildo, gritting his teeth, and pulled it out. Draco gasped and whimpered.
   
“Please,” he cried hoarsely. “Don’t.” Harry quickly pointed his wand and muttered a finite. He caught Draco as gently as he could when the spell released him. Draco was shaking and trying to roll away.
   
“It’s alright, Malfoy. They’re gone.” He turned the body over in his arms and laid Draco down on his back. Grey eyes stared up at him as he removed his robe and draped it over Draco’s used body. 
   
“Did you get him?” Draco whispered. Harry looked at him, feeling guilty.
   
“Voldemort? No, he got away.” Draco nodded, as if he understood it was only reasonable, but then shook his head and closed his eyes.
   
“I didn’t mean Him,” he muttered before he passed out.

xxx

Lucius watched the deep red curtain; his eyes curious and his interests acutely peaked. There were murmurings amongst the Death Eaters, and slowly the curtain began to draw back. The Dark Lord was wearing a satisfied smirk, and for some reason his eyes kept drifting towards Lucius, making the aristocrat get that chilling feeling down his spine he got whenever the Master was observing him.
   
“Oh, God, Blaise!” A voice, scarily familiar, was heard as the curtains moved back, slowly revealing the scene that was unfolding behind them. A groan and Lucius’ blood ran cold. Voldemort’s smirk was victorious. The Death Eaters’ whispers grew excited and lewd as two young Slytherins came into view. A soft bed with silken sheets, a dazzling blue colour, and in the middle one naked boy and one clothed, and only the latter aware of the fact that they were now being watched.
   
“Holy Fuck,” Draco breathed. He was lying flat on his stomach, his hands fisted in the sheets and his hips humping the mattress. Blaise was fingering him quite expertly and obviously with skill that only came from knowing the body underneath you. He smirked at the Death Eaters and pulled out his fingers. “Please,” Draco begged wantonly, causing bile to rise up in Lucius’ throat. “I’m ready. Fuck me already.” His pale, round buttocks were pushed into the air, not-so-silently asking to be taken.
   
“Oh, don’t worry,” Blaise said soothingly, his dark hand a stark contrast as he smoothed over Draco’s back and down over the plump cheeks. “Traitors always get fucked.” Draco’s whole body stiffened as if he had been petrified and because of his silence the snickering of the Death Eaters became appallingly obvious. Lucius stood still as well, unable to look away as his son’s face, smaller and more fragile than his own, lifted from the bed and looked around with wide, horror-struck eyes. His torso was half-turned to the audience and suddenly Blaise grabbed a shoulder and pushed him round and into the bed, so that Draco was on his back and staring up into his lover’s face.
   
“Blaise- wha-“ he managed to stutter out, still completely in shock. Blaise grinned down at him maliciously, one hand going down to stroke Draco’s half-hard flesh with firm strokes.
   
“Oh, you love this, don’t you, Draco?” he purred, leaning in to bite at Draco’s earlobe. The blond whimpered and tried to push weakly at the larger boy’s shoulders, but Blaise used his weight to press Draco down, but made sure he wasn’t covering the pale body completely or the Death Eaters wouldn’t get a show. “Be still, dear,” he whispered. Draco was beginning to get his senses back and was struggling more and more. “Don’t fight it. You want it. And you know why? Because you’re a dirty slut.”
   
“Get off me,” Draco managed to snarl. “Stop it!” Swift as a cat Blaise rose up on his knees and took hold of Draco’s waist. He flung Draco off the bed and the fragile-looking body hit the hard stone floor with a painful smack. Draco rolled some distance away, groaning and moving into a foetal position. Blaise stepped off the bed and the Death Eaters moved back so that they could all see better. Dark eyes sought out red and Voldemort gave a nod. Blaise walked up to Draco and kicked him hard, right in stomach. A loud crack was heard and it was obvious he had broken one of Draco’s arms that had been clutching his stomach. Blaise bent, one arm taking a firm hold around a thin neck, and raised Draco’s upper body off the floor.
   
“You make me sick, you know that?” Blaise spat and then punched Draco in the face.

xxx

A soft knock and the bedroom door opened slowly, revealing Molly Weasley holding a tray with hot soup, bread and pumpkin juice. Draco didn’t move or acknowledge her. He just sat in bed, staring at the sheets. She came over anyway and set the tray down over his lap.
   
“Eat up, now,” she said gently. She waited until he took hold of the spoon and brought a small amount of soup to his lips. “Good boy,” she said, and frowned when Draco’s eyes squeezed shut. She placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment, being sure not to touch his recently broken arm, and then left him.
   
Down in the kitchen the rest of the people at Grimmauld Place ate in silence, all mutely listening to Molly’s movements. When she finally emerged into the kitchen again they all focused on their meals. Molly sat down next to her husband and served herself some soup.
   
“How’s he doing?” Harry finally asked.
   
“He’s… the same,” Molly said sadly. After about ten minutes of silent eating Harry suddenly put down his spoon and lifted his bowl.
   
“I’m going upstairs. If he won’t come down then I’ll go eat with him,” he said resolutely. Molly smiled faintly and Harry rose and marched upstairs. Ron looked after him, a pensive look on his face, but after a moment he turned back to his meal.

xxx

Draco groaned as he finally flopped to the floor. The bruises were already starting to form. Blaise wasn’t finished, however, and grabbed Draco’s chin harshly, his fingers digging into Draco’s cheeks.
   
“Open up,” Blaise commanded, squeezing so tight Draco would hardly be able to move his mouth at all. Blaise took out a potion vial from his pocket and pulled the cork out with his teeth. He lessened his grip slightly and then poured the contents down Draco’s throat. The boy coughed and wheezed. Blaise spat in his face and then roughly pushed him aside.
   
“My Lord,” Lucius murmured, swallowing hard and slowly moving his eyes to those of his Master. “What has my son done to deserve this?”
   
“He was thinking of leaving us,” Voldemort replied with a hiss. “I wonder where he got the idea?” Lucius eyes didn’t waver, nor did his voice.
   
“My Lord, how does this information come to you?”
   
“Zabini,” Voldemort said simply. “Aren’t you enjoying the show?” Lucius forced his eyes back to Draco, who was now on his stomach. Blaise waved his wand and the boy’s hips rose into the air, displaying his arse for all to see, while his legs scrambled uselessly for purchase on the smooth stone floor. Draco managed to raise his head and locked eyes with his father. They were filled with… nothing, while Draco’s identical grey eyes held fear and were pleading for rescue. Blaise was kneeling beside him now, and as he brought forth an obscenely large dildo Draco’s cock started to harden due to the potion. He closed his eyes and whimpered, his head falling to the floor.
   
“Oh, see, he likes it,” Blaise said nastily. The Death Eaters all laughed as he shoved the toy in and Draco sobbed. Lucius finally turned away, but his eyes snapped open as a large explosion was heard, rumbling through the building.

Everything went silent.
   
“Get down there!” Voldemort hissed.

xxx

“Wanna play Exploding Snap?” Harry tried. He was sitting cross-legged on Draco’s bed.
   
“No thanks,” Draco said, which had been his answer to almost everything. Harry had managed to get him to talk a little, but Draco had been subdued and not like himself at all, though Harry could understand the reason for that.
   
“Listen,” Harry said and something in his tone made Draco look up, his eyes looking so different that Harry could hardly recognise the Draco Malfoy from school. “You can talk about what happened if you want. Only Ron and me know. We made sure to get you away before anyone else reached the throne room.” Draco looked away, his body stiff. “I’ll just sit here and listen, if you want to talk.” There was a long silence and Harry wondered if it had been a bad move to ask. Then slowly Draco lifted his head again and looked sadly at Harry.
   
“I just want to know one thing… did you see my father… escape?” Harry blinked at the question and his mind conjured up the image of his entrance into the room. Most of the Death Eaters had already met them on their way, but a few remained with their Lord. Voldemort had of course disappeared immediately, and Harry saw Narcissa and Lucius disappearing as well. A portkey? Harry couldn’t remember the details, but he saw the pair close together off to the side.
   
“They used a portkey,” Harry said slowly, when he was sure of his memory. Draco’s face remained blank, but Harry could see how the eyes became shadowed. The blond looked away and drew in a slow, deep breath.
   
“I suppose a game would be nice,” he said eventually. Harry nodded, and didn’t say another word as he summoned the cards.

...

A few weeks later and Draco was better all around. He spoke to people without being asked a direct question and he was very polite to Mrs. Weasley. He didn’t come down to meals unless forced, though, and he preferred staying in what had become his room. He finally talked to Harry about the night at Voldemort’s hideout. Blaise and Draco had been together since fifth year, and Draco had thought they had grown really close. Somehow, Blaise had managed to get the impression that Draco wasn’t happy about becoming a Death Eater proper.
   
“Did you want to take the Mark?” Harry asked carefully. Draco didn’t answer for a long time, staring out into nothing.
   
“No,” he said. “But I never said as much to Blaise. That night-… I thought we were at Blaise’s place. He met me at the Manor and we took a portkey. I trusted him… too much. A mistake I should not have made.”
   
“Bastard,” Harry couldn’t help but mutter. Draco looked up, startled, then he nodded.
   
“Yes, that he is.”

...

“So when does he want to meet us?” Harry asked. The people around the kitchen table were very quiet. The tension was palpable.
   
“Two days time. It’s in a muggle park not far from here,” Arthur answered. 
   
“And do we know if she’s alive?” People glanced at each other nervously. Arthur looked grim.
   
“Malfoy says she’s fine, but we can’t be certain.”
   
“The man wants his son back,” Molly spoke up, her voice strained. “Surely he wouldn’t hurt her then.”
   
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” Ron grumbled. “Considering-“
   
“Ron,” Harry cut in and Ron looked guiltily away. Harry turned back to Arthur. “We’ll just have to be sure we see Tonks before we do the exchange.”
   
“But what if Draco doesn’t want to go?” Hermione spoke up. “We can’t force him to go with his father.” The Order members looked pained, but before Harry could speak up someone else did.
   
“I want to go with him.” Everyone turned towards the door to see Draco standing there. He was wearing a t-shirt and baggy trousers he had borrowed from Harry, though they were originally from Dudley. He looked pale, but not so thin anymore, and there was a determined glint to his eyes.
   
“Draco-“
   
“Harry, I want to go with him,” Draco repeated. “Please, I just want to go with him.” With that he turned and left, and the Order began to plan the exchange. Harry kept sending glances at the door, feeling pure despair at the thought of sending Draco back to those people. But it was Draco’s decision.

...

The park was dark, only the moon and stars gave a little light. Five people waited in the bushes. Harry, Ron, Arthur, Molly and Draco. All of them waited for the familiar pop of the last two. Lucius had said he would come alone, and Harry had no choice but to believe him if they wanted Tonks back. Personally, Harry thought Draco was insane to want to go back to the Death Eaters. If they thought him a traitor then surely going back would only mean his death? But Draco hadn’t wanted to talk about that, so Harry had stopped asking.
   
Finally the two pops were heard. Harry saw Lucius holding onto Tonks, who was standing with her hands tied behind her back. That was good. It meant she was fit enough to stand. There was a gag in her mouth.
   
“Come out, Potter. I have something you misplaced during the last raid,” Lucius drawled. Harry looked to Draco, who nodded and they both stepped forward. The other three came behind them, wands all drawn, though Lucius hadn’t drawn his. His cane was held loosely in his free hand. Lucius’ eyes went immediately to Draco.
   
“Let her talk,” Harry said. Lucius’ eyes flickered to him and then he untied the gag with his hands. “Tonks, are you alright?”
   
“Yes,” she said. “I’m fine.”
   
“Then we’re doing this on the count of three-“
   
“Wait,” Draco interrupted and all eyes went to him. “I need to know first,” he said, addressing his father. “I thought I didn’t, but I do.”
   
“You can’t change your mind now,” Ron hissed. Draco shot him a look over his shoulder.
   
“I’m not,” he said simply. “Father…” Both Malfoys seemed to have the exact same look in their eyes, though Harry could read neither. “Why did you leave me just to get me back by exchanging a prisoner? I thought I was as good as dead to you. That you disowned me.”
   
“I didn’t leave you,” Lucius said at once, his voice grim. “Narcissa grabbed me before I could get to you. She had a portkey ready.” Harry heard Molly’s sharp intake of breath and felt rather sick himself. Draco only nodded, seeming satisfied. He suddenly started moving across the lawn, faster and faster until he was running. Lucius let Tonks go, pushing her away and she wriggled slightly until her hands came loose. She started walking towards the others just as Draco embraced his father tightly. Lucius pushed him a way a moment later, holding him by the shoulders.
   
“Tonks, get over here,” Arthur called. She didn’t speed up, but glanced over her shoulder at the two Malfoys.
   
“I think it’s safe,” she said.
   
“Draco,” Lucius whispered grimly. “My son, I am sorry,” he said solemnly. Draco shivered at the words – there was more feeling there than he had ever heard in his father’s voice – and he was so terribly relieved to hear them.
   
“I’m still your son then?” Draco whispered back just to be sure. Lucius’ eyebrows drew up slightly. He let go of Draco’s shoulder.
   
“Of course,” he said seriously. His face was blank as always and Draco wished he could hug him again because then he could pretend Lucius was feeling as emotional as he was at that moment.
   
“You don’t care that I’m-“ Draco ducked his head, unable to finish.
   
“It is not something a Malfoy normally does,” Lucius said carefully and a bit sternly. Draco stiffened. “I will, however, always consider you my son, even if there comes a time when I cannot acknowledge you as a Malfoy in public. Do you understand that?”
   
“Yes, Father,” Draco answered, as was customary when Lucius asked that question. He supposed that was the closest Lucius would ever get to saying ‘I love you’. Lucius looked over to the Order members still observing them from a distance.
   
“Potter,” he called and stepped away from Draco. Harry stepped forward a little. “You have taken good care of my son. I thank you.” 
   
“You don’t need to thank me,” Harry said.
   
“I must ask… is there a chance you would be willing to continue?” Lucius asked and Harry frowned, as did Draco.
   
“Father.” Lucius looked at his son, his eyes taking in every detail. Then he held up his cane.
   
“My wand. Summon it to you Potter. I assume Draco’s is long gone.”
   
“What?”
   
“Father, what are you doing?” Nobody moved.
   
“Summon my wand to you, Potter,” Lucius repeated. “There was a reason I came here alone. Auror Tonks will be missed soon and the Dark Lord will come looking for us.”    

“What do you want?” Harry asked. His wand was out, but it wasn’t pointed at the Malfoys. Lucius faced him while Draco hovered behind his father, his face worried.
   
“I wish to do another exchange,” Lucius stated calmly. He had lowered his cane, but his grip remained slack. “My life and everything I know in exchange for you guaranteeing Draco’s safety for the rest of the war.”
   
“No!” Draco protested, coming round to stand in front of his father, his back to the Order members. “We’re suppose to leave, together.”
   
“And go where?” Lucius pointed out completely reasonably as if they were discussing vacation plans or something of that sort. “You are considered a traitor, and I will soon be seen as such as well. My only task, the only duty left to me, is to keep you safe. You are my heir still, provided you can… accomplish certain things despite your… leanings.” This last was said lower, for Draco’s benefit alone.
   
“I swear I will do my best to keep Draco safe,” Harry said. Lucius stared hard at him. “If you tell me everything you know.”
   
“An Unbreakable Vow,” Lucius proclaimed. “You swear you will do your best to protect my son and I will swear to submit myself to you and answer all your questions, until you hand me over to the Ministry.” Harry thought about it only for a split-second.
   
“Agreed.”
   
“NO!” Draco cried again and no one had ever seen the young Malfoy so visibly distressed. He was shaking and his fists were clenched. “You can’t do this! We’ll run away together! We’ll go far away where neither side can get us!”
   
“Draco-“
   
“We can start a new life, just us, far far-“
   
“Draco!” Lucius hissed, grabbing his son’s shoulders forcefully and shaking them. “Stop this at once. You’re hysterical.” Draco grimaced in pain and yanked himself free, taking a step further back towards the others.
   
“Oh, I’m hysterical!?” he cried, tears of anger burning in his eyes. “Well, we can’t have that can we? A Malfoy isn’t supposed to be hysterical! Or weak, or allow himself to be captured, or show any kind of emotion whatsoever, or, Merlin forbid, take it up the arse like a fucking poof. Well, I guess I’m not a Malfoy anymore then, so there’s no point in you doing anything to save your heir!”
   
“Draco,” Lucius said, raising his voice slightly. Draco’s shoulders dropped and he heaved in several gulps of air. He hugged his chest, looking away, his face shameful.
   
“I can’t take it if you go back there,” he said. “It was so horrible in sixth year with you gone and her-“
   
“I think you’ll find that won’t be a problem,” Harry spoke up. Both Malfoys looked over to the others. Molly had her hand over he mouth and Arthur had an arm around her. Ron looked stricken and Tonks just looked on with sympathy. Harry lifted his eyebrows. “I have no intention of turning you over to the Ministry.”
   
“Why on earth not?” Lucius asked suspiciously. Harry snorted.
   
“Because they’re a bunch of incompetent, corrupt arseholes, that’s why.”

...

The moment the party entered Grimmauld Place Draco ran right up the stairs without looking back. Lucius stared after him, until Molly drew his attention back.
   
“He spends most of his time in his room,” she said. “I try to make him come down for meals, but I think he still feels uncomfortable around the others. He’s fine with Harry and Ron, though,” she looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled kindly. “I’m knitting him a sweater for Christmas. The house can get dreadfully cold and the warming charms just won’t stick.” Lucius smiled at her charmingly and inclined his head to her.
   
“I am sure my son appreciates your efforts. Thank you for taking care of him.”
   
“You want to do the questioning right away?” Harry asked. Lucius glanced at him and then at Arthur.
   
“Yes, I suppose that would be best.”
   
“Right, come with me.”

...

Lucius slipped into the bedroom quietly. He was pretty exhausted after all the questions and Veritaserum. Draco was sitting propped up in bed, reading a book. He looked up when Lucius entered.
   
“I’m afraid we must share,” Lucius said as he walked across the floor and started unbuttoning his robes in front of the wardrobe.
   
“They really aren’t going to turn you over to the Ministry?” Draco asked softly as he put away his book. Lucius turned and stared at his son.
   
“No, Potter knows the Ministry is filled with bungling fools. He says he is going to find a safe place for us until the war is over and then… we’ll see, though I am certain there will be more rounds of questioning in the future.” Draco nodded, gazing at the sheets until Lucius shrugged off his robe, revealing a broad and hairless chest. Draco bit his lip, but Lucius did not notice as he hung his clothes up. He removed his trousers and, clad only in his silk boxers he went to the bed, which was not very big and placed into a corner. “Are you going to move or do you want me to sleep closest to the wall?” Draco lay down and got comfortable. He also only wore boxers.
   
“Crawl over me,” he said simply. Lucius raised an eyebrow, but didn’t protest. He hardly noticed Draco’s inhale of breath as he easily moved over his son without even brushing against him. They settled down beside each other and Draco turned to study Lucius’ profile. Lucius caught him staring and raised the same eyebrow in question. Draco coloured slightly, but his voice was steady. “Do you really not mind?” Lucius sighed and looked away, catching Draco’s meaning easily.
   
“Draco, I have come this far, do you really think I mind? At least not in the sense that I consider you the lesser man for it, as long as you understand you duties.” Draco frowned and sat up, leaning towards his father and placing a hand on the man’s chest, catching Lucius’ attention again.
   
“Stop saying things like that,” Draco said quietly, staring at his hand; pale hand against pale chest.
   
“Things like what?”
   
“Rehearsed, predictable, expected… Things Lucius Malfoy says.”
   
“I am Lucius Malfoy in case you have forgotten…What would you have me say then?” Slowly Draco’s fingers drew together until he created a fist on Lucius’ chest.
   
“Something from in here,” Draco said, so softly Lucius almost didn’t catch it. Draco felt his father’s chest rise quicker, and he could feel the beating of his heart. Lucius moved his hand and gripped Draco’s wrist. Grey eyes met identical grey and the youngest held his breath at the intense stare.
   
“I wanted to kill Zabini, and I think I will, if I ever see him again.” It was said matter-of-factly, but Draco shuddered at the emotion he perceived. “I hated what he did to you, my son.” Draco nodded, not surprised. His hand glided downwards, but Lucius didn’t seem to be paying attention now he was on a roll. “I wanted to save you, but I knew if I stepped forward we would both be killed. So I tried to wait and see, then the Order arrived and, well, you know the rest.” Draco was using both his hands now, feeling Lucius’ chest. It was muscular and broad. It wasn’t as quite pale as Draco’s perhaps. Lucius paused, but his son did not stop. “Draco…?”
   
“I’ve always wanted to see you,” Draco said. “Everyone says we’re so alike, but we’re really not.” Lucius nodded, but Draco wasn’t sure if he was agreeing or giving permission, but he didn’t much care. Just as Lucius was about to say something more he leaned down and pressed his lips to a nipple, quickly using his tongue to wet it. Lucius gasped.
   
“Draco,” he repeated, his voice strangled.
   
“Keep going,” Draco said, licking and nibbling between his words. “Tell me what Lucius would do if he wasn’t a Malfoy.”
   
“Ah-“ Draco moved down, kissing and licking his way. He pushed down the covers, pulling down his father’s boxers. “Draco, stop.”
   
“What were you thinking when you saw me on the bed?” Draco asked, palming Lucius’ half-hard erection. Lucius’ eyes were squeezed shut.
   
“Draco, ah, I was…” Draco took hold of the large member and swallowed it as best he could. “Merlin save me.” Lucius spread his legs without conscious thought and Draco made himself comfortable between them. With one hand on his father’s flesh he pumped it while he sucked on his finger for a moment. Then, while distracting Lucius with his mouth he found the opening. “Dra-!” was all Lucius managed before he gasped and panted. Draco mentally smirked, quickly using all his skill to bring Lucius to the brink, but pulled off just in time. Lucius’ whine when he pulled away was very satisfying. He got his boxers off and then moved into position. Suddenly Lucius hand went up and gripped Draco’s shoulder hard enough to bruise. They stared at each other, Draco’s leaking prick at his father’s entrance.
   
With his eyes still locked with his father’s Draco pushed in defiantly. Lucius’ mouth opened, but no words came out. He closed his eyes as Draco slid all the way in. The young Malfoy used one hand to bring Lucius off as he moved in and out in a steady rhythm. Lucius panted softly, his hand still gripping Draco’s shoulder painfully.
   
“Come on, Father,” Draco said, and Lucius’ eyes rolled back and he came. Draco gasped for air and stilled completely, spilling his seed. He managed to stop himself from collapsing onto Lucius when the man’s hand finally fell away. They stilled and Lucius opened his eyes.
   
“So, Father,” Draco said when his breathing was somewhat normal. He pulled out abruptly and Lucius’ winced. “Am I a Malfoy again?”
   
“I told you-“
   
“Am I a Malfoy again?" he repeated sharply. Lucius drew in a deep breath and nodded. “Good.” Draco moved to the side and lay down again. Lucius was still and Draco wondered if he was ever going to clean himself up. He fell asleep before he found out.

Fin