Harry Potter and the Kiss of the Dragon
Draco Malfoy stared. There she was, a little ways away from the forest. He looked around him. What was a girl in rags doing outside the forest? He knew he should leave her there, all quiet. What would his father say?
Yet he couldn't leave her there. Quickly, he took out his wand and slowly started floating her toward the castle of Hogwarts, intending to give her to Madam Pomfery.
What he wasn't intending, was suddenly finding himself in his room. He shrugged; No one saw him, he was in his seventh year and Father got him his own room. No one would know. Besides he had ideas for this toy.
He first took her to the private bathroom, setting her down and turning on the water. The tub was an oval shape. Tiny bottles of one use shampoo and soap cluttered the sides. He twisted the emerald knob for water. When it got warm and filled up the tub, he quickly stripped her, trying not to look at her lavishing curves and placed the rags aside. Taking her and putting her in the tub, he kept his eyes on her raven black waist-length hair. It was spiked up to the left side and the right was just long bangs. Her body fitted her hair, long, sharp and taunt curves and smooth, creamy, pale skin like his. Draco let his hand flow though his pale blond hair, then hers as he rubbed shampoo swiftly though her long hair. Taking a tiny bottle of lavender soap, he washed her down, not imaging what he was touching and ignoring the fact that he was covered in soap. He washed her down, not exactly watching what he was doing.
Wrapping her in a towel, he set her on the black silk of his bed. Now what? He couldn't just leave her naked like that… He took one of his dress shirts and pants. 'Oh what the heck,' he thought taking a pair of old boxers and white socks. Drying her off, he put her in one of his boxers on her as well as the dress shirt. Throwing his pants to the ground, he slipped the socks on her feet.
He sat back examining his handiwork. Her hair was still wet; he quickly wrapped and dried her hair with the towel. The dress shirt surprisingly fitted her; then again her full rounded breasts filled most of it. He took a good look at her body. She seemed perfect, so strong and fragile, so beautiful and he could hardly believe she was his and his only…
Her eyes snapped open. She looked at herself.
"BLOODY HELL!"
She looked at him and looked back at herself.
"What in the bloody name are you doing?!?!" she shrieked, her eyes looking wild. She had sharp green eyes like the sea and did not look very happy. She saw his pair of dress pants and dived to get them on. She also eyed her rags and snatched them, shoving most of them into her pockets expect for one were she took a wand out of.
Uh oh, Draco thought, Not good.
"Who made you the bloody god of this world and decided you could-" at this point she swelled and her eyes grew into a frightening red, "- Strip me and dress me yourself?! WHO!?!"
Draco regained his posture and said, "Well, hell, you don't have to do so bloody mad! I was just trying to help and you just bark at me!"
"Well, I'm BLOODY BARKING NOW!!!"
Dreaco put his hands on his hips. "Really now, if you're so huffed up, go see the headmaster!"
At this she lowered her wand. "Who's that?"
"Dumbledore." He huffed outside and pushed her though the Slytherin door, pacing towards Snape's office.
Snape looked up in surprise as Draco strutted in, with the raven haired girl gliding after him.
Draco Malfoy stared. There she was, a little ways away from the forest. He looked around him. What was a girl in rags doing outside the forest? He knew he should leave her there, all quiet. What would his father say?
Yet he couldn't leave her there. Quickly, he took out his wand and slowly started floating her toward the castle of Hogwarts, intending to give her to Madam Pomfery.
What he wasn't intending, was suddenly finding himself in his room. He shrugged; No one saw him, he was in his seventh year and Father got him his own room. No one would know. Besides he had ideas for this toy.
He first took her to the private bathroom, setting her down and turning on the water. The tub was an oval shape. Tiny bottles of one use shampoo and soap cluttered the sides. He twisted the emerald knob for water. When it got warm and filled up the tub, he quickly stripped her, trying not to look at her lavishing curves and placed the rags aside. Taking her and putting her in the tub, he kept his eyes on her raven black waist-length hair. It was spiked up to the left side and the right was just long bangs. Her body fitted her hair, long, sharp and taunt curves and smooth, creamy, pale skin like his. Draco let his hand flow though his pale blond hair, then hers as he rubbed shampoo swiftly though her long hair. Taking a tiny bottle of lavender soap, he washed her down, not imaging what he was touching and ignoring the fact that he was covered in soap. He washed her down, not exactly watching what he was doing.
Wrapping her in a towel, he set her on the black silk of his bed. Now what? He couldn't just leave her naked like that… He took one of his dress shirts and pants. 'Oh what the heck,' he thought taking a pair of old boxers and white socks. Drying her off, he put her in one of his boxers on her as well as the dress shirt. Throwing his pants to the ground, he slipped the socks on her feet.
He sat back examining his handiwork. Her hair was still wet; he quickly wrapped and dried her hair with the towel. The dress shirt surprisingly fitted her; then again her full rounded breasts filled most of it. He took a good look at her body. She seemed perfect, so strong and fragile, so beautiful and he could hardly believe she was his and his only…
Her eyes snapped open. She looked at herself.
"BLOODY HELL!"
She looked at him and looked back at herself.
"What in the bloody name are you doing?!?!" she shrieked, her eyes looking wild. She had sharp green eyes like the sea and did not look very happy. She saw his pair of dress pants and dived to get them on. She also eyed her rags and snatched them, shoving most of them into her pockets expect for one were she took a wand out of.
Uh oh, Draco thought, Not good.
"Who made you the bloody god of this world and decided you could-" at this point she swelled and her eyes grew into a frightening red, "- Strip me and dress me yourself?! WHO!?!"
Draco regained his posture and said, "Well, hell, you don't have to do so bloody mad! I was just trying to help and you just bark at me!"
"Well, I'm BLOODY BARKING NOW!!!"
Dreaco put his hands on his hips. "Really now, if you're so huffed up, go see the headmaster!"
At this she lowered her wand. "Who's that?"
"Dumbledore." He huffed outside and pushed her though the Slytherin door, pacing towards Snape's office.
Snape looked up in surprise as Draco strutted in, with the raven haired girl gliding after him.