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Post by draco -- malfoy on Dec 30, 2009 19:43:18 GMT
SWEET TASTE OF POISON
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FROM JUST ONE TOUCH
To say Draco was bored would be an understatement. Concidering everything that had happened Draco was alarmed at how little there was to do as he paced around the Slytherin common room. There had to be something he could do. Anything. God, if he absolutely had to he'd kiss Astoria - or that other girl again.
Yes, Draco, mr closet gay, himself, was willing to kiss girls. That's how god damn bored he was. He'd tried everything he could think of but nothing! Nothing at all could consume his unexplained, unwanted and unneeded boredom. He didn't like it, or understand it. He hadn't been bored before just, now. It was... annoying to say the least. A slight, barely audiable, whine slid out the young Malfoy's mouth as he left the common room.
Exiting out into the Dungeon's he moved towards his favourite tapesry and reached out to touch it. The tapestry was fairly feminine in design, Draco's escuse for liking it was that it reminded him of his mother. But in all honesty, the image of the two lizards made him think nothing of his mother. He just liked it. He couldn't explain why.
Not that he needed to. Why would a Malfoy need to explain anything? They didn't, and he didn't. Draco, just liked it, end of. Just like he liked a certain green-eyed Gryffindor, he didn't need a reason why. He just did. "Fuck, why is everything so boring lately..." he mumbled, wishing he could have gone home for the holiday's.
Putting up with his father would've probably been better than this. Much, much better than this. He surpressed a shudder at the thought. How could he think going home to his father was better than here with some hot guys. Oh wait, that was why. Because they were guys. It wasn't fair!
.WORDS. 302
.OUTFIT. black pants, buttoned black shirt with a silver dragon on the side.
.MUSE. 55%
.DRACO'S MOOD. Sexually Frustrated, Bored
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Post by scorpius lukas malfoy on Jan 1, 2010 20:09:11 GMT
Being a gentleman Scorpius had made sure that both Lily and Albus had got back to bed, that was around an hour ago and he still wasn’t in the warmth of his own bed. Fuccckk he said quietly to himself. He was lost, could it get any worse? He knew roughly where he was but roughly wasn’t going to get him back to bed without being caught.
Scorpius made a mental note to himself which went along the lines of ‘do not ever drink on a school night if you’re going to get lost you stupid boy!’ The young blonde’s eyes darted up suddenly when he heard footsteps up the corridor.
This was it, Scorpius knew it. All his drinking would be in vain when he was dragged by the hair back to bed by his head of house. This couldn’t happen, Scorpius was a Malfoy and a Slytherin so cunning should have been his middle name. He wasn’t about to let his house down now.
The young Malfoy took a deep breath trying to sober up slightly and began to walk slowly up the corridor. A million excuses wandered through his head but none of them really seemed to work. He was just going to have tell the truth and he would take the full blame for bringing those nasty, partially illegal substances into Hogwarts.
Scorpius’ feet were just leading him anywhere now and the young Malfoy came back to earth as he bumped into another being. Scorpius looked up ready to spill his story to Snape but much to his surprise it was his daddy, Draco Malfoy, that he was looking up at. “oh, hey daddy, why you not in bed right now?” Scorpius was slurring slightly but still smiling all the same.
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Post by draco -- malfoy on Jan 1, 2010 21:33:54 GMT
SWEET TASTE OF POISON
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FROM JUST ONE TOUCH
Draco's attention was drawn, uncermoniously, from the tapestry the interested him so by a voice. He recognised it though only just as he spun on the spot. He stared at Scorpius for a moment, his steady silver and blue gaze fixed upon the other fror a moment before he frowned a little. "Are you drunk Scorpius...?" He asked the other. It would be just his luck if he was stood in the corridor with his drunken son. Just his horrible, rotten luck. There was always something happening, it was just that sometimes whatever it was needed time to happen.
He groaned softly, furiously nibbling at his bottom lip. "The common room's too noisy... It's only the first and second years in bed, I think..." he sighed, looking back at the tapestry as he tried to calm his racing and raging hormones. He of course knew that Scorpius was deffinately the type of guy everyone wanted, but he knew he couldn't - or rather shouldn't - have anything of that sort to do with the other. They were father and son after all, no matter how odd it seemed, or hard it was. He just had to grin and bear it, lie everything else in his life.
Or, in Draco's case, you could try to avoid, unsuccessfully of course, the problem. But when did avoiding ever work? "If you're drunk you should get to bed and sleep it off, it's a school night Scorpius..." the blond muttered as he reached to touch the tapestry with his rather femenine hands, trying to focus on keeping his breathing level and heart rate steady. He did not want himself to feel anything sexual from the presence of his drunken son, and he deffinately did not want the other to notice. God, that would be the worst.
.WORDS. 300
.OUTFIT. black pants, buttoned black shirt with a silver dragon on the side.
.MUSE. 46%
.DRACO'S MOOD. Sexually Frustrated, Bored
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Post by scorpius lukas malfoy on Jan 2, 2010 16:19:11 GMT
Scorpius giggled as he listened to his daddy condemning him to go to bed. “If you're drunk you should get to bed and sleep it off, it's a school night Scorpius..." He thought for a moment before managing to string a sentence together. “”Why on earth would I wanna sleep? I’m not tired, come and keep me company daddy, and.. im not drunk, im just uhhh tispy!” Scorpius giggled, taking his daddy’s hand for balance.
Scorpius watched his daddy’s movements as he touched the tapestry near them with his feminine hands. Scorpius knew of his fathers turmoil. He knew about his granddads feelings for what his son was and inside Scorpius really did feel for his dad because in a sense he too knew what Draco was going through.
It was not far from the truth to say the young blonde was a bit of a young rebel. He was no where near as reserved as the rest of the Malfoy clan. He did and said what he wanted when he wanted. The drugs and the drink were something of an outlet for his stress and pain he felt.
Now everything was just in a purple haze, he was glad of that. Everything seemed fine right now. He was going to recruit daddy to help to help him find something to do. Draco seemed the best person for this job, after all Draco was his father and knew what he was like. “Daaaaad, come help me find something to do, im soo bored” Scorpius asked not realising his shirt was half hanging off his skinny body.
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Post by draco -- malfoy on Jan 3, 2010 5:37:20 GMT
SWEET TASTE OF POISON
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FROM JUST ONE TOUCH
Hearing Scorpius' giggled Draco's gazed flickered between the tapestry and his son a few times before he sighed and stared solely at the tapestry, attempting to lose itself within it's depths. He knew Scorpius knew his secret, and he was dying to know how. But he guessed he would sharp find out. Well maybe not sharp, but one day he would. One day he'll find out what he didn't to Scorpius. That was something he wanted more than anything.
He blushed as he felt Scorpius' hand upon his own, unable to stop the heat rising in his face. He knew Scorpius knew how wary he was of physcial contant with other boys. One wrong touch could have word right back to his father. He'd be caught then and his life ruined. Though still he couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away from Scorpius'. It felt good having the other touch him. Even if he was drunk.
Draco blinked at Scorpius, a hint of amusement dancing through Draco's eyes as he turned his head to look at the other. "You so are drunk." He muttered to the other, trying his hardest not to be captivated by the sight of the other's body and attire. "Perhaps you should go to bed Scorpius. That's something to do." Draco suggested with a hint of a smile upon his face.
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.OUTFIT. black pants, buttoned black shirt with a silver dragon on the side.
.MUSE. 56%
.DRACO'S MOOD. Sexually Frustrated, Bored
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Post by scorpius lukas malfoy on Jan 15, 2010 21:28:06 GMT
Scorpius laughed again as he staggered forward. His drunken body wasn’t going to get him anywhere every fast. The young blonde seemed to think the wall wanted to befriend him as he lost his fotting as he tried to get back to the common room. After pausing for a moment to decided the best course of action, Scorpius decided to was safer just to flop down on the cold stone floor.
His big, grey eyes looked up at his father. He looked for guidance, his rouge side getting the better of him again. Scorpius reached into the back pocket of his skinnies causing the item of clothing to slide slightly down his hips. Eventually thr younger of the two ‘men’ pulled out a lighter holding it out in front of him triumphantly. He looked at the small black lighter before diving his hand back into his pocket to pull out some cigarettes.
It took Scorpius a whole five minutes longer than usual to light the cigarette that was perched daintily between his lips. He inhaled softly and exhaled again before reverting his attention back to his father. ‘Clearly not drunk enough daddy, drink with me?” Scorpius asked. He was hoping for a yes, drinking along was so depressing. ‘I dunno where my bed is daddy, I lost it…”
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Post by draco -- malfoy on Feb 3, 2010 15:21:55 GMT
SWEET TASTE OF POISON•FROM JUST ONE TOUCH
Draco's silvery-blue eyes fixed upon Scorpius as he watched the other attempt to head back to the common room. Seeing the other stumble Draco felt his heart lurch as he jerked towards the other, wanting to stop him from hurting himself. He didn't want to see Scorpius emotionally, mentally or physically hurting. Not now, or ever. Not if he could help it. He blinked as Scorpius sat down against the wall before sighing softly.
Feeling the eyes upon him Draco stared back at Scorpius. His eyes fixed on the other for a moment before kneeling next to him with a soft sigh, giving up on losing himself within the tapestry. He cast his eyes over his son's boy, heat rising to his cheeks as he saw the tight pants ride down slightly. The Slytherin licked his lips slightly at the thoughts that ran through his mind before he looked back at Scorpius' face and hands.
He eyed the lighter wearily before watching curiosly as the other drunkenly fumbled to light the cigarette. Twice Draco offered softly to try and assist the other, though in the end he settled before watching silently. By the time the other had exhaled he'd looked away, his gaze drifting along the corridor trying to distract his mind. He jumped when the other spoke before looking back to him. A soft frown marred across Draco's face.
"We have no alcohol son... and how can you lose your bed?" he questioned, head tilted in mild curiousity.
.WORDS. 247
.OUTFIT. black pants, buttoned black shirt with a silver dragon on the side.
.MUSE. 44%
.DRACO'S MOOD. Sexually Frustrated, Bored
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