Family Secrets
By Keara
Part One
Draco stretched and yawned as he entered the Great Hall. He was tired and achy.
Waking every half hour hadn’t helped him any. It also wasn’t helping that
every male student in the hall seemed to turn to him as he walked over to his
seat. He gulped, keeping his head lowered, forcing himself not to look at
anyone. He didn’t want to lose control. Already, he could feel the familiar
tingling in his body, the urges that told him to go to the first young man he
saw and just take a seat on his lap and allow himself to be ravished right here
and now, or to do the ravishing himself. It mattered little that the hall was
full of prying eyes... Draco didn’t know how long he would be able to
ignore these desires.
Finally, he slid into his usual seat, clenching his hands to try and stop them
from shaking so much. It was then that he allowed himself to look up. He nearly
gasped as he surveyed the number of hungry stares that he was getting. His heart
throbbed in his chest, yet he was somehow able to manage keeping a smug smirk on
his face, keeping up the tentative appearance that there was nothing wrong with
him.
Breakfast went dreadfully slowly. He picked at his food, trying to keep from
getting aroused as he sat there amongst his fellow students. It would most
definitely be horrible if a teacher discovered he was getting turned on with
just sitting near...well, basically everyone.
He raised his gaze, taking a slow look around the room. Most everyone had gone
back to eating their meals, but there were still a random few that winked at
him, or smiled, giving him sultry looks to which Draco nearly dropped his fork
time and again. He was sure that he was shaking again as he locked eyes with
Harry Potter. Who knew that he had such perfect green eyes? Draco’s thoughts
trailed off from then, descending deep into lustful fantasies of seeing the
young Gryffindor below him, his sleek body bathed in a delectable sheen of
sweat, crying out Draco’s name in ecstasy.
Draco shook his head, his vision shifting to Potter’s best friend, Ronald
Weasley. He found himself idly wondering what that flaming mop of hair felt
like. Was it rough, or perhaps as soft as silk? Would Draco enjoy running his
fingers through it...to touch it? Would Weasley want Draco, to have him
between his legs, taking and giving whatever pleasure Draco desired to share
with him? Draco couldn’t answer these questions, but the very thought left his
blood boiling, the feelings coursing through his body making him want to run
over and jump Weasley in the middle of the morning meal.
Draco slowly became aware of something touching his leg...no, both of his
legs. Hands were touching him...warm, strong hands, caressing and feeling
his thighs. He looked to either side of himself, controlling his breathing,
forcing himself to take a bite of his food, despite the fact that he was having
trouble getting his trembling hands to bring the fork to his mouth. To his right
sat Goyle, to his left was Crabbe. They weren’t looking at Draco, both of them
still eating their food, but it was most definitely their hands that were
touching him in so pleasing a manner.
Draco dropped his fork, biting back a gasp as he reached over and picked up a
glass. He kept his eyes lowered, not sure that he could look up right now, and
sipped at his pumpkin juice, trying to keep up some semblance of normalcy even
as his body threatened to send him into sensory overload. Crabbe and Goyle’s
hands felt so wonderful...the way they touched, they squeezed just right.
Draco’s breath hitched in his throat, nearly causing him to choke on his juice
as he allowed his legs to move a bit farther apart, craving more.
He knew that there was a risk of getting caught...and yet he did not care
one little bit. All he wanted was for those hands to continue, to touch him
more. A shiver ran along his spine as they did just that. Crabbe’s hand
continued to toy with Draco’s leg, dipping down to stroke his inner thigh,
squeezing in a delightful manner. Goyle however, didn’t seem satisfied with
just that simple bit of contact.
Slowly, Goyle’s hand slid further up along the inside of Draco’s thigh.
Then, as it reached his crotch, it left him. Draco was fighting to control his
breathing, feeling as sweat began to bead on his brow. How much longer could he
continue to allow this teasing without grabbing one or both of them and doing so
much more? And then it happened, Goyle’s hand returned, pushing aside
Draco’s robes and lowering the zipper of Draco’s trousers.
Draco gasped then, his eyes widening. He got to his feet, stumbling back a
moment before he quickly left the Great Hall, forcing himself not to run. He
couldn’t allow himself to run, that would make him seem afraid, or even worse
that there was something wrong with him. He couldn’t have that. He had to
appear perfectly normal, just as always. He thanked Merlin that school robes
were made loose, or else he might have some explaining to do as well as be
dreadfully embarrassed.
He wasn’t watching where he was going, more focused on just getting away. So
it was inevitable that he run into someone. The both of them fell to the floor
and Draco grumbled, pushing himself up, angry that someone had dared to knock
him down, even if it had been his own fault. However, just as he raised his gaze
and saw who it was, his mouth went dry, his words dying on his lips as he
stumbled backward.
Damn, Neville Longbottom was a good looking young man, Draco thought, eyeing the
youth before him. Neville looked up, a sheepish grin present on his face for a
brief moment, only to be replaced by something darker, a more predatory gleam in
his eyes. He rushed forward, grabbing Draco around the waist and pulling him
close, crushing their lips together without even a moment of warning.
This was wrong...this was very wrong. Not only was he kissing Neville
Longbottom of all people, but he was doing it in the middle of a corridor, right
outside the Great Hall. Anyone could walk out and see them like this, locked in
a deep kiss. Yet, Draco didn’t care. He leaned into the kiss, throwing his
arms around Neville and trying to get him closer, opening his mouth to the
tongue tasting his lips.
Yes, he wanted this, he thought as they staggered back, Draco’s legs coming up
around Neville’s waist as his back finally collided with a wall. He sucked
fervently against the invading tongue, exploring the recesses of the other
youth’s mouth as deeply as he could, wanting more, desperate for everything.
One of Neville’s arms was under his ass, holding his weight up. The other, was
sliding along Draco’s thigh, easily slipping past Draco’s robes to the front
of his trousers. When Neville found that Draco’s zipper had already been
lowered...Draco hadn’t gotten a chance to fix it after Goyle’s teasing
had undone it...he took his mouth from Draco’s. “All ready for me, I
see.” He smirked, licking his lips.
Draco frowned, not enjoying the lack of contact. “No talking.” He breathed,
kissing Neville again.
Draco’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he felt the first touch of
Neville’s hand on his crotch. He was a mass of desperate need already...this faint touch to his clothed body just set his veins ablaze, as if liquid
fire was pumping through his bloodstream. Neville’s wonderful hand delved into
Draco’s trousers, drifting down underneath the waistband of his silk boxers,
firmly wrapping around his aching cock.
The pleasureful moment was abruptly shattered however, with the loud clearing of
someone’s throat. Draco pushed Neville away from himself, his body shivering
as he fumbled with covering himself again. He looked up, eyes widening as he saw
Professor Snape standing before them.
“If you two are finished...I suggest you get to wherever you are supposed
to be.” Snape said, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the two of
them.
“Yes, Professor Snape.” Draco mumbled, barely noticing as Neville scurried
away into the Great Hall.
Draco turned, heading quickly to the Slytherin Dorm. He needed time to calm
himself before class. It was bad enough that today he had Double Potions with
the Gryffindors. Not only would Professor Snape be there, but Neville would be
there as well. Neville...he couldn’t believe that he had done that. What
the hell had he been thinking? Longbottom? Was he completely deranged? Had he
lost his mind? What had possessed him to allow Longbottom to touch him like
that, to kiss him? The memory of the feel of Neville’s hands still caused
Draco to shiver, the other youth’s taste still tingling on his tongue, his
scent lingering on Draco’s robes.
Draco frowned, deeply concerned over his state of mind. He didn’t know how
much longer he could take this. What would happen to him the next time...Snape couldn’t always be there to halt his raging hormones. There would come a
time when Draco was alone with one or more of the men he...desired. What
would happen then? Would he really fuck someone...to give himself so easily
over to his insatiable desires?
Draco didn’t need to think about the answers to those questions. He already
knew what it was, knew that yes, he would give himself over to his emotions, to
the passion still coiling in his body. He just had no control over himself. That
invigorated Draco...scaring the hell out of him as well.