The jig is up and Draco's parents have found the gay porn stashed in his hideaway. But rather than disowning him like he thought they would, a completely different reaction is encountered. After all, why be mad when it can be used to their advantage? Especially when they have their sights set on a certain Hero in order to complete The Plan. Cue a very messy sixth year at Hogwarts for a certain Draco Malfoy...

The day had begun like any other day for Draco Malfoy. He had been blissfully awoken from his sleep by the soft, angelic sounds of a harp being played from the corner of his bedroom and when the last dregs of sleep had been gently shook from him, he sat up in bed, stretched gracefully, and then bellowed at the house elf who immediately stopped plucking the harp strings and scurried out of his bedroom, bowing dutifully as it did so. Draco lay his head back against the cool pillow and thought back to his dream. And such a wonderful dream it had been - Potter on his knees begging for mercy and Draco not granting it as he forced the Cruciatus Curse on him, laughing maniacally as his body writhed and twisted at his feet. Then Blaise had appeared out of nowhere and they had hot, sweaty sex while Potter lay face down on the ground, twitching every once in a while.

It was grand.

He hated Potter more than anything. The irritating prick had been the bane of his life ever since that fateful day he had offered his hand to him aboard the Hogwarts Express and Potter had refused it. The fact that he, Draco Malfoy, had been so publicly scorned in front of his peers for years to come by the boy who had killed Voldemort and ended his reign forever when he was just a mere infant was humiliating to say the least. He had anticipated the glory and respect he would command at Hogwarts by being Potter's best friend ever since he had learnt that the boy-who-lived would be attending there too but after Potter shunned him, he was forced to earn glory and respect through fear and intimidation instead. Now, ready to start his sixth year in just under a week, he was one of the most popular people in the school. Not necessarily well liked, but well known all the same. Not the well most known though, and that infuriated him. That title, of course, belonged to Harry fucking bastard Potter.

His daily morning routine had continued normally as well. He had brushed his teeth, taken a long, luxurious bath and then dressed before making his way downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. House elves scampered this way and that, carrying trays laden with food that was far too much for the three Malfoys to ever consume. They all bowed lowly every time they passed him and he suddenly had the strong urge to kick one of the things really hard in the face. He decided that such matters could wait until he was no longer running on an empty stomach and perhaps he would have gone through with it, had the normality of the day not then been wildly interrupted. His mother and father were seated as usual at opposite ends of the large table (that could seat twenty) facing each other and he had slid in his normal seat in the middle of them both. The table looked uneven with three people sitting at it and Draco had always thought this a rather odd set up. It would be more balanced if a fourth was sitting opposite him. Not that he would have welcomed the idea of a new addition to the Malfoy household - he despised children. No, Draco was thinking more along the lines of another adult. Another male adult, rather. His male adult.

He helped himself to a boiled egg and placed it in the egg cup in front of him glumly. It would never happen in a million years. His parents, although they loved him unconditionally, would never come to accept him being gay in their lifetimes, he reckoned. They would die of shame if they ever found out that their one and only son and heir was gay. He had tried to be interested in girls. At eleven years old and the first time Blaise had come over and showed him one of his tattered porn magazines, he had feigned being turned on, but the truth was the womens bodies in the pages didn't do anything for him. Coming across a picture of a naked, erect man in the middle of two women on one of the pages certainly did though, and he made Blaise stay on that page by pretending that he really liked the redheads breasts. Blaise seemed to like the look of them too and even though the door on Draco's bedroom was wide open for anyone to witness them, he undid the zip on his jeans and pulled out his cock in front of Draco, who, after pulling out his own cock and snatching several looks at Blaise's, came only seconds later. It was the best wank he'd ever had up until that point and thankfully Blaise was all too eager to repeat their gatherings in his bedroom. He thought back to how hot his dream had been that morning and he got hard at the thought of him and Blaise in the dream fucking so sinfully and his cock twitched as he imagined every stab he thrust upon Blaise. Which then led his mind to think of a twitching Potter at which point he smashed his egg viciously with his spoon imagining it was Potter's head that cracked so easily under his power. Damn Potter, ruining everything. He couldn't even enjoy a single hot thought without his irritating face popping up and sullying the moment. And it was while he was thinking these bitter thoughts, Lucius lowered The Daily Prophet he was reading and cleared his throat.

"Draco, it has come to the attention of your mother and I that you are engaging in back door activities," he said directly. Lucius Malfoy was never one for beating around the bush.

Draco's mouth dropped open and it wasn't so he could eat a spoonful of egg. His throat suddenly felt very dry and the best he could get out was a hoarse, "I beg your pardon?"

"What your father means to say," Narcissa said, giving Lucius a cold glare before she turned to Draco and her face adopted a kinder expression, "Is that we know that you haven't been engaging in back door activities but we know you want to."

Draco was speechless which was just as well as his father interjected.

"Your mother's right." Draco heard the soft mutter of As usual follow which didn't quite reach Narcissa's end of the table. "The house elves informed us of the adult magazines under the bed." He leaned towards Draco, propping his elbows up on the table even though he had instilled into his son that doing such an act was considered bad manners no less than a million times. "The muggle magazines," he added nastily.

Draco felt himself getting hot. He was still completely gobsmacked at the conversation that was taking place and this time it was Narcissa's turn to interrupt.

"Don't be so cruel," she snapped at Lucius. "You know perfectly well why he has muggle magazines. It's so he doesn't have to put up with the embarrassment of walking into a wizard-owned shop to purchase such things." She caught sight of Draco's horrified expression and kindly added, "Not that your sexuality is an embarrassment, dear." Easy for her to say, Draco thought angrily, she wasn't the one caught between her parents picking it apart!

"Can we get back the pressing issue?" Lucius sighed wearily. Draco was dumbfounded. This wasn't the pressing issue? He had worriedly thought long and hard to how his parents would react to the news that he was attracted to men and had resigned himself to expecting nothing less than being kicked out of the family home and disowned. And now here they both were, discussing his gay porn whilst drinking tea and munching on toast.

"I," Lucius continued, "Have recently been informed that none other than Harry Potter is also a …"

"A homosexual," Narcissa said, unable to suppress a smile that clearly stated that she thought herself quite 'hip'.

"Quite," said Lucius, throwing a curt smile to his wife.

Draco allowed his lips to curl upwards into his trademark smirk despite the conflicting feelings bouncing around in the pit of his stomach at that moment. "Potter? Queer?"

"Gay," Narcissa reprimanded crossly.

"How did you find out?" Draco demanded of his father, ignoring her.

Lucius threw a quick glance at Narcissa, breaking it as soon as Draco's own eyes darted towards hers, trying to catch any information in them. "It doesn't matter how I found out," he replied stiffly. Draco turned back to him. "But with this new revelation at hand, your Mother and I have decided that you two should…" This was a first. His father lost for words.

"Hook up," Narcissa contributed, somewhat helpfully, after a few seconds had passed and Lucius hadn't spoken.

"Ugh, with Potter!" Draco cried.

"Oh I know it's a disappointment, darling!" said Narcissa. "You did have your heart set on Blaise, after all."

"Blaise!"

"Yes," Lucius replied in a dry tone. "We've lost count of the amount of times you both scurry off to your bedroom whenever he comes over."

"It's adorable," said Narcissa, "You follow Blaise around like he's your hero!"

"No I don't!" cried Draco shrilly.

"I think you'll find it's the other way round," Lucius added stiffly.

"But you can always set your sights on Blaise after you're done with the Potter boy," Narcissa continued. "I'm sure he's more than interested!"

"Blaise!" Draco repeated stupidly. He hadn't been a great vocal contributor at the breakfast table this morning, but who could blame him?

"Yes," Narcissa replied. "His mother and I often wondered when the two of you would get together."

"But … What? So Blaise is …"

"Gay," said Narcissa, smiling. "Like you!" His father took a long sip from whatever was in his goblet at this. Draco suspected it wasn't a drink that was ideally suited for the breakfast table and yet he wouldn't have minded some of it himself at that very moment in time. He had a lot to get his head around. His parents knew he was gay and seemed fine with it. Blaise - one of his best friends and frequent wanking material was also gay and on top of that, hero-saviour-of-the-world Potter was a flaming arse bandit. Draco allowed himself an inward chuckle at the thought of Potter prancing around like a girl and then being pushed face down onto a bed and getting the shit raped out of him by a big beast of a man, all the while screaming, begging to be fucked harder like a true bitch. Oh yes, Potter was most definitely the one on all fours, yelling out and crying tears when his hips were grabbed and he was slammed into at such a ferocious speed that he - fuck! Draco scolded himself mentally for allowing his mind to wander onto such dangerous unguarded territory and then his cock for reacting to such disgusting thoughts. He placed shaking hands in his lap to cover the incriminating evidence and took a deep breath.

"So for Merlin knows what reason you want me to get with Potter." Draco said slowly. "Why?"

"It is not important that you know why, you'll just do it," Lucius said. "Think of it as a secret mission."

"But I hate him," Draco whined. He picked up the nearest object to him (a fork) and threw it at the kitchen wall. At sixteen years old, he considered having a strop to be a most undignified thing to resort to but on this occasion he couldn't help it. Just the thought of having to pretend to be in love with him… it made him feel physically sick.

"It's not so bad, sweetheart!" Narcissa said, getting up from her chair and making her way over to him. Draco wondered whether she was drinking the same stuff his father was. "It'll be over before you know it!" She planted him with wet kisses on his cheek.

"Oh get off me Mother, you irritating idiot!" said Draco, turning his head away.

"You'd do best to hold your tongue!" Lucius snapped angrily but Narcissa waved her hand airily.

"It's quite all right, Lucius," she said. "We know he doesn't appreciate a woman's kiss, even if it is from his own mother!" She turned to Draco. "Perhaps you'd enjoy one more from your father instead?" she enquired.

"Mother!" shouted Draco, mortified at what she'd just suggested and Lucius downed the rest of the contents of his goblet in one, repulsed gulp.