Family Secrets
By Keara
Prologue
Hands...hands were everywhere, touching, squeezing, feeling. Draco writhed and
moaned as they touched and caressed him in the most intimate and tantalizing of
ways. He had never thought that anything could feel so good. And yet...it
wasn’t quite enough. He needed something more than this. Then something
caressed his backside and he gasped. That was it...he wanted to be filled. He
NEEDED to be filled. He needed it more than he needed air to breathe.
“Please...please...” He whispered breathlessly, his head tossing back and
forth as fingers slipped to massage his entrance. He arched his back and
prepared for the sweet invasion. A single digit started to enter him.
Draco bolted upright into a sitting position. He was panting and shaking as the
dream hands slowly withdrew from his body, their touches fading with each
passing moment. He blinked, trying to control his breathing as the sensations
ebbed away. He'd had erotic dreams before, but this...had been intense. He
shivered and raised his hand, wiping his hand across his sweaty forehead and
brushing his dampened hair back.
Looking down at himself, Draco saw the undeniable evidence that his body had
reacted to the dream he had just awakened from. A distinct dampness stained the
bed sheets covering him. He sighed, tossing the blanket away from his body,
grumbling as he rose from bed. He wasn’t worried about being embarrassed. In a
school where about half of the population were pubescent boys, it was probably
common for such incidents to happen. The House Elves that cleaned the rooms
probably came across similar stains often.
Grabbing a dressing gown, Draco shuffled to the nearest bathroom. As he made his
way there, and back to his dorm room after he had finished his business, he
thought over the events of the past few days. He had been feeling strange for
days now. Perhaps it was just the excitement of being back in school once again,
but Draco doubted it. He had never had a similar experience in any of his
previous years. If this were his last year, then he might consider it as an
option, but it was only his sixth year.
He stripped off the dressing gown, climbing back into bed. It had been cleaned
in the few moments that he had been gone...the House Elves did their jobs well.
Still, as he settled himself in bed, his mind went over and over the strange
feelings that he couldn’t seem to rid himself of.
His skin tingled whenever around his fellow male students, his body growing warm
and his breathing hitching. He wanted something, but he wasn’t sure what
exactly. Draco knew that it wasn’t the same as finding another student
attractive and wanting to have sex with him or her...it was distinct, a strange
appeal that left Draco seeking out almost literally every male in this school
with the exception of Dumbledore, Flitwick and other men that were well past
their prime. He shivered, remembering the day he had caught himself staring at
Professor Snape’s crotch all through class a few days ago. He did not want to
get involved with a teacher...another student perhaps, but not a teacher.
Draco didn’t understand this. Even the people that he hated, or found
unattractive, he couldn’t help but stare at. That Neville Longbottom for
example. He had never held even the slightest attraction to the clumsy oaf
before a few days ago...and now that he wasn’t within eyeshot of him, he still
didn’t like him in the least. It was just when he was around other males that
he seemed to lose control over his hormones.
Was there something wrong with him? Perhaps he was ill. Draco frowned. He
didn’t feel ill, not in the slightest. Maybe someone had put a curse on him.
Draco shook his head. He just did not know what was wrong with him.
It left Draco nervous as he considered this. How far would this progress? How
long would it go on? He didn’t want to be stuck with this...illness for too
long. However, he also had no idea of how to put a stop to it. There was no way
that he would go to a teacher and tell him or her what was happening to him.
That would be a laugh, going up to Professor Snape one fine morning and saying
what...that he wanted to shag every man he saw?
He shook his head. No, he wouldn’t be telling his teachers. If he did, then he
would have to admit to finding Professor Snape attractive as well, at least in
the time that he was within eyesight of the man. And Potter...he groaned, hating
the way that he had been fantasizing over perfect Potter during dinner last
night. He had nearly puked when he was back in the dorm. He couldn’t believe
that he had been drooling over Potter...and Weasley...he shuddered. What
next...would he think Crabbe and Goyle were attractive?
Although, now that he thought of it...Crabbe and Goyle were pretty strong. Draco
wondered what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of them, feeling
as they touched and caressed him. His skin started to tingle again, a familiar
coiling spreading through his stomach and groin.
Hm, the two of them, Draco smirked, thinking that he would like to see Crabbe on
his knees, sucking at him. To feel Goyle behind him, touching him, spreading
him...Draco’s eyes widened, a gasp leaving his mouth. Good Merlin, what the
hell was the thinking?! Crabbe and Goyle? He shuddered, finding this new
attraction most disturbing.
Obviously, it was because the two of them were here in the same dorm as him,
snoring away in their beds while Draco remained awake. This was most puzzling
and frightening. He was fantasizing about Crabbe and Goyle, the very thought
left him wincing in disgust. The two of them were ignorant, hulking morons...he
was no more attracted to them than he was to Hermione Granger. He did not like
this one little bit, and hoped that this would not last for too much longer.
And then there were the looks that he had started to receive from others...more
specifically from the young men around him. They looked at Draco with hunger in
their eyes whenever he passed them by. They watched every move that he made with
lustful stares. It was enough to make Draco body shy enough to take showers
before dawn, before anyone else awakened. Still, these looks might very well be
figments of his own imagination. Maybe this illness, whatever it was, had
affected his perception of things.
He sighed, pulling the blankets up over his head. With his worries over his own
sanity swirling through his mind, Draco fell into an unpeaceful slumber. He
tossed and turned the night through, plagued with nightmares of the males of the
school ravaging him viciously.