Draco Learns About Muggles

Draco stood in a puddle of sweat after training. His robe clung to his thin body in the most seductive way, and he couldn't help but feel bad that Harry wasn't there to see him.

"I'm sure he'd like it," said Draco. "I mean, I like it, but hey I already knew that."

For the past few weeks Draco had been training alone, now that he knew all the routines his father had to teach, and when he did he inevitably started talking out loud whenever he thought about Harry. At first it was just calling out the Gryffindor's name. It was only to encourage Draco, at first. Quickly Draco had started talking as if Harry were there next to him while he trained. He told Harry about his frustrations, how much he missed him, how much he wanted to touch him again. Draco told imaginary Harry everything. He did not see any problem in that.

"Look at that sunset, Harry. Isn't it beautiful?" Draco had shed clothing and stood naked in the wind feeling mother nature around him as the brilliant reds of the ending day erupted across the skyline. "Yeah, I'm hard too."

Narcissa walked into Draco's room after knocking and found her boy asleep, all tuckered out from another day. She sighed and took his robes. Making sure that her husband was asleep too, Narcissa set to work washing her son's damp garments.

If someone told Narcissa that she would look forward to doing laundry by hand in the middle of nowhere she would have laughed, and yet since coming to this barren area outside civilization she found herself bored while having the deepest feelings of uselessness. The repetitive nature of washing one's clothes by hand helped ease her scattered mind. It still was embarrassing to her, so whenever someone asked she would say the house elf did it.

The moon was full that night, and Narcissa could feel the heavy weight that Lucius had brought upon their family in this ridiculous situation. She was happy for her son, but apparently her husband was not as forthcoming about his good wishes as she had hoped. Day in and day out she saw her little Draco coming back to their little hut covered in sweat, and panting like a dog. It was no way a Malfoy should act, and yet Lucius encouraged it.

Under the starlit night Narcissa told herself that enough was enough. It had already been nearly two months with no contact with the outside world. The house elf was the one who got their goods from the nearest wizarding market, and she was getting to be a bit stir-crazy. Then an idea popped into her head, and in minutes after putting her darling boy's clothes on the clothesline, cast a spell to dry them, she was off in the night on her broom to the nearest market.

Draco awoke to shaking. When his eyes opened he instantly shot upwards on his bed and reached for his wand. His mother held his arm down and put a finger to her lips. Confused, Draco followed her instructions and followed his mother outside. It was barely dawn, in fact it was probably an hour before dawn, which confused Draco very much.

"How would you like to come with me while I shop for this week's provisions?"

Draco was stunned. No one had left the area since they had arrived, he didn't even know where civilization could be around them. "As in…leave?"

"Yes. I thought it was time, and you're doing so well with training that I thought you'd like a change of scenery…however brief."

The biggest smile Narcissa had ever seen appeared on her son's face, but only for a split second when it turned into a frown, and then worriment. "What about father? He won't-"

"Don't you worry about him," said Narcissa. She put on her best motherly voice for that. "I put a sleeping incense in our room. He'll be out until after we get back."

And with that they were off. Draco ran to get his broom, his mother made sure she had enough money, and away they went. The two flew through daybreak and arrived at the nearest town. It had taken them an hour, and it was a muggle town, but Draco felt so grateful that he didn't care. For the first time since leaving Harry he was going to be around other people, thus his excitement was off the charts (for a Malfoy).

They landed outside of town and stashed their brooms under some nearby brush. When Draco entered the market he felt overwhelmed. Strong smells from freshly made food wafted over the place. Eager eyes were aplenty with the hopes of haggling. Commotion and talk graced the young Slytherin's ear everywhere he went. By all accounts Draco was overpowered by all these simple actions, and being in them made it difficult for him that he felt embarrassed.

Narcissa noticed this and gave Draco some money and pointed him toward a local bookstore. "Why don't you go in there and find a new book to read. Come find me once you're done if I don't find you first."

Draco nodded and happily escaped the overstimulating circus of morning people. A cool rush welcomed him when he entered the store. The sound from outside dissipated, and a quiet aura that was calming overcame the blonde. A smile erupted upon his features as he made his way through the aisles. He couldn't believe the amount of books that were there, and soon he had an arm full while still looking through the store.

He had to put down his mountain of books when he entered a new section. The weight of them was starting to be a struggle for him, and just glancing down at the mess he knew the money his mother provided wouldn't be enough for all of them. He sighed and slouched his shoulders.

Draco looked up to see where he was, and noticed that the new section he wandered into was romance. His eyes started to grow as he took the first book off the shelf and skimmed it. His pale white cheeks turned a shade of red after one paragraph, and then his whole face felt hot after a page. Draco could feel the tightening of his pants, especially around his crotch, by the time he put the book back.

Nobody was near the Slytherin, but nonetheless Draco looked around in the most suspicious way thinking, and feeling, that he did something wrong. Scanning the shelves again, Draco picked out an interesting title with the luscious painted picture of two shirtless men on the cover. Curious, Draco flipped to the middle of the book and skimmed the page. After the first sentence he immediately shut it, making a rather loud sound in doing so, and put it back. His heart raced a million miles, his hands felt clammy, and the brief tightness of his pants turned into an uncomfortable stiffness that was useless to hide.

Draco Malfoy quickly sat down next to his pile of books to hide his intrusion. In doing so he looked through what he had picked out to take his mind off the deliciously naughty book mere inches from the spot where he sat. Biker Guys and the Code of Ethics, The Daydreaming Chimp, and One Snake, Two Snake, High Snake, Fool Snake were the first books from Draco's assembled pile to go. While interesting, the Slytherin didn't feel any passion toward them that he'd revisit them again. His time was short, and Draco needed to pick out a few that he'd never tire of since he figured this would be the last trip his mother would be able to give him. Among the other books he quickly tossed in the "put back" pile were So You're in Love with a Fish, The Miracle of Terraforming, When Martian's Copulate, Who Wants a Cat in a Box, and Duck Mother Sucka.

In the end Draco had whittled his books down to three. His "intruder" had gone back down and Draco could stand up again. He had stayed in the shop far longer than he had expected and had to finish up quickly or else he and his mother would be late in getting back. Before leaving the aisle the young blonde boy stopped and looked back toward that delicious book. He stared at it for a minute before grabbing it, mumbling to himself that it was for research, and mixed it in with his others.

The lady at the register gave Draco the biggest and warmest smiles he had ever witnessed when she said, "Welcome, sweetie. How are you this fine morning?"

"Oh, I'm doing well," Draco said. His nervousness around strangers had started. "What about you?"

The lady didn't notice anything and continued on while adding each book to his checkout. In Draco's mind their interaction was going very differently. He was a bumbling fool, and he felt naked in front of her with her glaring judging eyes. When the lady scanned his "research" book she raised an eyebrow. To which Draco responded, "I-It's for my…mother."

After saying that Draco was outside with his bag of books and no memory of how he got there. He quickly checked his bag and had everything, even that book. Did I just black out, he asked himself as his mother came up to him.

"Come, this took much longer than I had thought," she said pulling him along to the edge of town.

The two grabbed their broomsticks that they stashed out of sight and walked even further away before hopping on and flying into the clouds.

"I don't believe anyone saw us," Narcissa had said. "Let's try and go a bit faster, I'm not sure how much longer that incense will last."

Draco didn't argue. He knew how much trouble they'd be in if his father had awoken to an empty hut.

Blasting through the clouds their trip back was silent. Focus and speed were the only things that mattered to these Malfoys.

By the time Draco and Narcissa landed by their hut it was just after mid-morning, much later than either had anticipated, and both ran into the house to hide their spoils. Luckily, Lucius was still fast asleep when Narcissa check in on him. She noticed the incense was but a bud and would wear off soon. Draco quickly hide his books in his trunk before running back outside to start practicing. He needed a nice coat of sweat before his father wakes up.

Narcissa quickly put away her groceries and started making breakfast. At first she wasn't sure what to make. Something that could be done quickly, but still persuade her husband that it was made in no rush.

In Lucius and Narcissa's bedroom the eldest Malfoy began to stir as the last ash of the charmed incensed dropped into the tray. He gave a great big yawn and stretched under his cozy comforter before smacking his lips and getting out of bed. He changed into his day robes and out of his night ones. With the flick of his wand he checked the time and was astonished.

"Narcissa!" he yelled as he rushed into the main commune of their hut. "Is it this late already? Where's Draco, is he up? Has he started morning-"

"Morning, Father." Draco came in panting and sweaty. His robes stuck to his body and his blonde hair was sprayed across his glistening face in the most ruffled kind of way.

"About time you were up," Narcissa said to her husband. "I was starting to worry you would never join us. Had quite the day yesterday I'd presume?"

"Yes," said Lucius. His tone didn't sound assuring. He, himself, didn't think yesterday had been big for him. He barely trained with Draco as the boy does most of it on his own. "I suppose you're right."

Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco all went through their day as if it were any other. Lucius, while puzzled at his tiredness, never thought anything more of it. Narcissa was getting a wonderful thrill of pulling the wool over her husband, and Draco acted as normal as he could. His insides were itching, and his mind kept imagining Harry in that position he'd read in that naughty book. He couldn't wait for nightfall.

Once the day was over, and Draco retired to his room for sleep, he quickly sealed his room with a locking charm and a quiet spell so that he wouldn't be disturbed, and his family couldn't hear him. The eager blonde dug out his pile of books and brought out the one that made his heart race; The Trouble with Showers by Jules Turn. Reading a mere sentence from this book had been nearly too much for him, so he'd been waiting all day to really dive into this book and let his imagination run wild.

Ten pages into the book and Draco had already thrown his pants across the room and had his aching throbbing cock saluting as he read. His hands trembled as he resisted the urge to touch himself. He couldn't do it now, not that soon into the book. So Draco read on.

After twenty pages Draco's cock was pulsing and had a nice healthy stream of precum meander its way down the Slytherin's length. Reading the book was getting unbearable. Draco never thought reading had such a powerful effect as beads of sweat started rolling down his temple. Now, the rest of his robes lay disheveled across his cold stone floor.

Finally, after fifty pages of his book, Draco couldn't bear it no longer. He never felt so hard in his life, and once his right hand left the pages of his book and grasped the tight, pulsing, tower of manhood did he let out the most well deserved of moans. He quickly bent the page he was reading and shoved the book aside as all manners of thinking fleeted away. Now, in that moment, it was pleasure that took hold of the room.

Draco's sweaty body buckled again and again as he worked his cock. His hot smooth fingers working their way up and down his column. Feeling every vein, every slippery river of pre-juices. His moans ricocheted across the room. "Harry," he whispered when he tightened his grip. He called out again, this time louder, "Harry."

Draco imagined the two characters in his book as he and Harry. Their tall slender bodies colliding with the passion of exploding stars deep in space, their emotions run amok in the best ways possible as they soil their bed, carpet, couch, and shower. Especially the shower. Draco had never thought of the shower as a sexual place, but after reading that passage between Danny and Clyde did Draco dream of the chance to be with Harry and try the mythical shower-sex that he had just read.

"Fuck…" he let out when he felt a thick pulse. "Fuck you…Harry."

Draco's insatiable desire deepened with every thrust of his hand. Now, the Slytherin is as loud as he can be as he stroked furiously against his heavy cock. Coated with his juices, his hand flew across his sacred shaft again, and again, and again. Thinking of Harry's touch, thinking of Harry's lips, thinking of Harry's cock as hard as his…was too much for Draco. With one final moan the naked blonde Slytherin bucked as high as he could, thrusting into the cool night air with all his might, while shouting, "Fuck me Harry, fuck me!"

A mighty spurt of white liquid rope erupted in his room. Draco's scream quickly lost force as his voice went silent with every spurt.

Draco lay on his bed exhausted. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were flushed. His white liquid of glory coated his chest and stomach, and the sheets too. His penis was left semi-hard and dripping. The heavy bags of sleep soon washed over Draco's face, and before he passed out Draco grabbed and flicked his wand to clean up, undo his silencer and locking spells, and changed into his night robes before he fell victim to the best night of sleep he had ever had since coming to train with his family in the middle of nowhere. He dreamed of Harry and decided that Jules Turn was a Goddess.