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Title: Most Awkward Sex Talk Ever

Contributors: lucius_malfoi, dm_fugitive

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-12-01 to 10

Game Date: August 9th

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world..

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Lucius lay back upon his bed and sighed, hands folded beneath his head. He felt his long hair fan out beneath him and a smile rose to his lips at the memory of the previous night's adventures with Snape. It was certainly not an evening either of them were to forget for a while and Lucius was glad that after such a long absence he was beginning to reconnect with that particular ally. After all, what was a Malfoy without powerful friends? After a final stretch, Lucius rose and quickly showered and dressed, before striding from the room in search of Draco. There was something he had long been meaning to speak with the boy about and now was as good a time as any for this particular conversation.

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Draco apparated to a wooded spot on the grounds and trudged back to the Riddle House. Distance made the tether of the Imperius curse even more difficult to hold. He walked through the kitchen and hoped he could go up to his room and lie in bed for the rest of the day. Perhaps no one would bother him.

But Murphy certainly wasn't going to give up that easily. Draco met his father in the hall, and Lucius looked like he wanted to talk.

“Draco, would you come to my chambers for a moment? There is something that I have wanted to discuss with you for some time." Lucius tried to sound as amiable as possible, which was something that he was remarkably good at doing, and felt a small smile rise to his lips.

Despite his mental strain, Draco was intrigued. After all, he only needed to keep a light hold on the two boys until morning. "Of course," he said with a nod and followed Lucius.

They entered Lucius' chambers and after a quick glance to ensure that they would be alone, Lucius motioned towards one of the large chairs which Narcissa had organized around the room.

"You've grown a lot, Draco, in the past year. Both physically and . . . well emotionally . . ." His voice petered off and he shifted in an attempt to bridge from this uncomfortable train of thought to his actual purpose. "Well, I wanted to know if you've . . . well . . . completely grown up?"

Draco's forehead creased into an uncertain scowl. "Well, I'm half hoping for another inch or so, but I'm not counting on it," he said.

Lucius felt his skin begin to tingle and he focused, willing the blood to stay thoroughly away from his skin and safely working his organs where it belonged. He hadn't blushed since he was a third year and was not happy at the prospect of regaining the habit now. Instead he absently twirled his cane as he searched his son's face for any hint that he was getting through to him.

"No, Draco, I mean have you . . . fully matured?" Lucius tried again.

Draco did not look any less confused. For a moment he thought it might be a rhetorical question, but Lucius seemed to be expecting an answer. Stranger still, he looked nervous.

Draco thought for a moment about maturity. The most mature thing he had done recently in his opinion was ask Snape about becoming a spy...had he been wrong in assuming Snape would keep that conversation between them?

"I...I'm sorry, father, I don't know what you mean," Draco said as calmly and innocently as he could.

Lucius scowled at his repeated failure and allowed the first thought which entered his head to jump to his lips. "For Merlin's sake, I'm trying to ask if you've had sex yet!"

Draco managed not to lose his tether on the Creeveys, but it was a very near thing.

"No," he said in about an octive higher than his normal voice. He immediately wished he could have said something off-handed and cool, but he had been expecting to be interrogated on an entirely different subject.

He wonder why on earth his father wanted to discuss this now, and a horrific thought hit him. "Why? Have you been talking to Fenrir?"

Lucius' eyes immediately narrowed. "What does Fenrir have to do with this? What has he done to you?"

Draco felt a sense of relief, quickly followed by a sense of embarassment. "Nothing," Draco said. "I just don't think he likes me very much at the moment. I thought maybe he'd been spreading rumors."

Draco sat down on the corner of the bed and tried to put his thoughts back together. "So you wanted to talk to me about...sex? Or were you just wondering what I'd been up to while you were gone?"

"Well . . ." Although Lucius certainly had a point, he wasn't particularly keen on discussing it. The higher part of his brain assured him how necessary it was. He almost closed his eyes before plowing forward, hoping that it would get easier as he went along. "I just wanted to ask . . . well . . . be careful, Draco. I'm sure this is a bit of a confusing time for you and if you do decide that you want to . . . I just wouldn't want to see you polluting the family line. A pureblood girlfriend is very important. Of course, if you want to fool around with mudbloods . . . or even muggles in certain settings, that's understandable. Just protect yourself. Protect the family." Lucius stopped, knowing that he'd rambled just a little farther than he had intended and gave Draco a moment to process what he had said. "It is quite an important step . . . becoming a man." He stopped again and grimaced at the memory of the 'talk' which his father had sat him down for when he was Draco's age. He hoped this went better that had.

"I'm sorry what?" Draco said. Had his father just told him it was okay to have sex with Muggles? An unbidden image of Lacy popped into his mind, and he slapped it down before it could go anywhere. "Protect myself? That's the important step or is the having sex part the important step?"

Lucius scowled. This certainly was not going well, although at least he wasn't shoving well-worn copies of Play-Wizard into his son's hands and telling him to have fun. As much he had enjoyed that particular magazine as a boy, having his father share his stash was not something that he had found to be particularly appealing.

"No . . . well, both are important steps. I mean, you haven't been to many of the Dark Lord's gatherings yet and you will, on occasion, be expected to perform with the Muggle 'entertainment' of the evening." Of course, "Muggle entertainment" was often little more than rape and torture, the survivors of which they often left to recount their horror-stories for the public. He suddenly realized what he had said previously and felt his muscles grow more tense. "Of course, philandering with Muggles in any sort of consensual way is ridiculous! But in certain situations it's important to take steps in order to protect the family."

Lucius almost shook his head to clear it, wondering if Draco was as confused by what he was saying as he was. "And yes . . . sex is a very important step for any man."

Draco coughed a bit. With his concentration still trying to tether the Creevey's, he could not quite keep the disgust and discomfort off his features. "You want me to rape Muggles?"

"I am just telling you what the Dark Lord may expect. He is . . . hard on his followers, he tests us with things we would never do, even in our nightmares." Lucius blinked. He had not intended to open up on that particular topic and immediately tensed. "But . . . I understand how awkward it can be at your age. I mean sex and women."

"Extremely," Draco agreed.

Lucius smiled at his son's agreement; this conversation was finally going somewhere. Suddenly something occured to Lucius. "You do understand how it's . . . done, don't you?"

"Yes," Draco said in slightly worried, slightly exasperated tone...worried his father would try to explain, and exasperated because he was seventeen, and he'd taken Care of Magical Creatures. Maybe he wasn't aware of all the finer points...but he didn't feel much need to be at the moment.

Lucius relaxed. He was certain that Narcissa had explained any details to Draco when he had been the right age, but he did not want to assume anything. After all, his cousin had told him a rather unpleasant story about how she and her husband had had to floo her parents on their wedding night to ask just how it was done. Lucius was immensely happy that he did not have to go through such intricacies with his son.

"Well one of the best ways to become . . . comfortable with it is simply through practice." Lucius swallowed before adding. "If you would like there are always places that you can go. It's not uncommon for a boy your age."

Draco opened his mouth to reply but was unable to form words. He stood up again and paced so he could have a few second where he wasn't looking at his father. This was definitely going down as the second most uncomfortable moment in his life. "I really think I'm all right," Draco said more squeakily than he would have liked as he turned around.

Lucius felt himself relax further, finding a brothel was something else that he didn't particularly want to help his son to do, but he felt that he ought to at least make the offer. For the first time in what seemed like hours, Lucius' muscles were loose enough for him to smile and he did. "That's good." After a moment he amended that thought further. "Is there anything that I could . . . help you with? Anything you don't entirely understand? Women are remarkably complicated beings, after all."

"I'm-I'm good for now," Draco stuttered. "I'll let you know if anything comes up." There were questions on his mind of course. Did you? Have you? But Draco was certain he did not want to know the answers.

Lucius nodded. "If you think of anything . . ." he didn't need to finish the sentence and smiled, nodding again. "But I'm sure you have things to do; I won't keep you further." Lucius stood and followed Draco towards the door.

Draco nodded and bolted for the open door as quickly as he could without running.

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