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The following chapter will contain sensitive content. Please continue reading at your own risk. This was very difficult for me to write, though it is important that I do. It's a flashback. It's what formed Draco into who he is in this story; and it foreshadows something, as well. You can choose to skip this chapter. If you start feeling uncomfortable, please message me and we can talk. If it is deemed unbearable, I will gladly remove the chapter. Never hesitate to speak up- I'm listening

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*TRIGGER WARNING \ SEXUAL COERCION*

draco malfoy

*flashback*

"Hurry up," my father rushed, as Lorenzo and I frantically sped down Knockturn Alley, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience; you boys simply cannot miss it."

We entered a crickety old shop and it smelled absolutely putrid.

An elder man stood by the tall desk, with a quill in his hand.

"Name?" the old git croaked.

"Lucius Malfoy," my father responded, as he glanced at the both of us, "And these two are the lucky gentlemen of the hour-. It's their 14th birthday today."

The elder man looked at us as a skin-crawling grin appeared across his face.

"Year?" he asked.

"Third year," my father said.

"Durmstrang?"

"Hogwarts."

He looked at us once more. "Very well," he said, as he started writing on the parchment. "You may enter."

My father started walking towards an arch that led to Merlin knows where, as Lorenzo and I followed.

"It fucking reeks," Lorenzo spat, as he looked left and right.

"Like a bloody sewer," I added.

We laughed.

"Lucius? Where are we?" Lorenzo asked my father.

"No need to ask questions, just keep walking, Lorenzo," he responded.

As we continued walking down the eerie hallway, subtle noises started emitting.

Almost like whimpers.

Like soft whimpers coming from a woman's mouth. And there were multiple whimpers.

Sexual whimpers. And grunts.

Many doors started appearing. Endlessly appearing down the hallway. My father stopped his tracks, as we halted as well. He turned around and looked down at us.

"Do you two want to separate or stick together?" my father asked.

"What?" Lorenzo questioned.

"Don't make me ask again," He snapped.

Lorenzo looked at me with unnerving eyes.

"We'll separate," I said without hesitation.

"Very well."

And so he continued walking. We followed. This went on for 3 minutes until he halted once more.

We stood in the middle of the hallway between two doors .

"Lorenzo, you are in that room," my father gestured to a door, "And Draco, you're in the other," he pointed to the room opposed to Lorenzo's.

"What's behind-."

"Lorenzo, you're awfully talkative today. Are you sure you're 14? Or are you 5?" my father snapped.

"Sorry, sir," He stammered.

"Go on ahead and walk inside, you two. I'll be out here."

I gulped, dreading what awaits on the other side of the door.

I placed my hand onto the door latch and unlocked it. I pushed the door open and walked in.

Two brown-haired women laid nude on a dirty mattress on the ground. Both women stared at me with their hungry eyes.

I glanced at their bodies, inaudible and slightly uncomfortable.

What the fuck is this?

"Hello, darling," the green-eyed woman crept towards me, "Who do you want first?"

What does she mean?

"I-. I-. I don't know what you mean-."

"She means, who do you want to fuck first, dear?" The brown-eyed woman added.

Fuck? As in, have sex?

My throat tightened. I tugged at the hem of my tie, eager for air.

"I-."

"Do you want to fuck me, a filthy little mudblood? Or the brown-eyed pureblood?"

The green-eyed woman started caressing her own breasts in front of me; she groped and teased herself as she let out soft little moans.

Absently, I felt a strange feeling down between my legs. It was throbbing; whatever it was, it was an indescribable feeling. I couldn't differentiate the difference between disgust and pleasure.

The green-eyed woman stared down at my crotch, as a slight grin appeared on her flushed complexion. With no hesitation, she took her hand and ran it against the hardening erection that grew between my legs.

My reaction was incapable of composing the right one.

How do I react to this?

"It seems as if your little manhood chose for you," she whispered into my ear, as goosebumps formed.

Something inside me churned slowly.

It was eager for something.

It wanted something, though I couldn't put my finger on it.

As the woman took my hand and led me to the dirty mattress on the floor, my heart was palpitating at a rapid speed.

She set me down on the mattress and immediately climbed onto my lap, whilst the other woman rubbed on my back, running her frail fingers through my hair.

"You're a Malfoy, aren't you?" the brown-eyed woman queried, as she continued to run her fingers through my hair.

I gulped. "Y-yes."

"Aw, don't be shy, my love. Your father wasn't shy when he first came here," she whispered.

My father's been here before?

My body was churning at high speeds.

"Let me take care of you, my love," the green-eyed woman spoke, as she gently pinned me down.

I felt guilty.

Dirty, even.

But as she did what she was presumably ordered to do, I let it happen.

It was new to me; it was an invigorating feeling, really.

They whimpered and moaned at my command; at my power.

They obeyed my every order- I personally couldn't believe what was coming out of my own mouth, but it felt right.

Everything soon started feeling right.

This went on for hours.

No breaks, I said.

Keep going, I said.

The pureblood grew tired, so she left.

But the filthy little mudblood stayed.

And she did everything I could ever imagine.

The sun soon set.

She rested her eyes, and soon its sister came up to watch over; to protect.

I felt new.

But as soon as I exited the room, my chest felt heavy. I felt ashamed.

What have I done? What will my father say to me?

As I stepped out the room, Lorenzo stepped out at the same time.

He was panting profusely. Sweating, really. His dampened face and his curls were in knots. His complexion was red, and his blouse unbuttoned.

I was wondering if I looked the same.

My father greeted us.

"Let's go," he swiftly said, as he walked towards where we came from; down the hall heading back. "Draco, did you choose the pureblood or the mudblood?"

I gulped, hoping that there was no wrong answer.

"Both." I said, eager for his approval.

He stopped. He turned around. Took his large hand and smacked me. Right in the face.

The cheek where he smacked me began to stung. I placed my hand over it, hoping to Merlin that I didn't show weakness.

No, I stood tall.

"I gave you this opportunity to become a man, and you chose a filthy mudblood?" he shouted.

I gulped.

"Whatever-. You chose both. I see to it that you truly are a man," he snarked, as he continued walking.

We followed.

"Lorenzo, who did you choose?"

"P-pureblood, sir," Lorenzo stammered.

"Good."

We walked down the hall, head hanging low.

Soon enough, the moaning and whimpering faded as we exited the hallway that sprouted my manhood.

"Have a good day, Sir Malfoy," the elder croaked.

We exited the crickety store as the cold air brushed up against our skin, creating cold sweats and shivers.

My father turned around and looked at both of us, then directly at me.

"In the future, if I ever find out that you fucked a filthy little mudblood, I will stop at nothing to make you regret it," my father snapped, "And that goes for the both of you."

"Yes, sir," Lorenzo and I spoke in unison.

"Very well," my father said.

We walked down Knockturn Alley, merging back to Diagon.

"You're men, now. I'm proud of the both of you," my father said lowly, enough for Lorenzo and I to hear, "When you're feeling low, revert to women. When you're feeling high, revert to women. When you have power, women will kneel; they will obey. What sits between a woman's legs belongs to us, do you two understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said hesitantly.

Lorenzo didn't say anything. I looked over at him, hoping my father didn't notice his absence in the question.

"Lorenzo, did I make myself clear?" he raised his voice.

Lorenzo gulped.

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

What sits between a woman's legs belongs to us.

Though it felt wrong to say, it was embedded.

****

"Draco, dear," a soft voice interrupted, "You've fallen asleep in the kitchen, my love."

I fluttered my eyes open; a pounding headache and the urge to vomit soon surfaced.

"Did you drink last night?" My mother cupped my face, as I groaned. "Oh, dear. You did."

I got up from the swivel, and soon tumbled, but my mother caught me before I could hit the ground.

"Come on, love. Let's get you to bed, alright?"

Alright, mum.

Anywhere but this kitchen.

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